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Sunday, February 19, 2006

I am

making a

new Xanga.

Guaranteed

with new

and exciting

poorly contrived

entries about

life in general.

I'll edit later

with the link,

once I

think of it.

Love truly,

Endofparalysis

(Christafafafafafa)

 

 

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Thursday, February 16, 2006

It's the funniest thing when people speak about the most mundane things with more conviction than a preacher at a southern Baptist church.

Better than watching Gellar bending silver spoons
Better than witnessing new bold nebulas in bloom
She who sees from up high smiles and surely sings
Perspective prys her once weighty eyes and it gives you
Wings

I think more people should read up on Incubus lyrics. They contain a lot of wisdom, if you listen closely enough.

Today was pretty fun. It was Mrs. Finucane's birthday, and we went out to eat. It was a great time. After that, Laura, Bryan, and I went to Senior Show so we could see the whole thing. (Anybody else wonder why we had to pay twice?) Anyway, it was mostly fun, but I was really annoyed by some things. Being rude to someone that has enough guts to get up on stage, do something in front of hundreds of canines (defined as "people" from North Crowley), and do it well, doesn't deserve the kind of rudeness that they received. You may think it is cute or funny to laugh and make fools of yourselves, but to the rest of the world (which aren't viewed as dogs, in my personal opinion) finds it entirely annoying and lacking all respect. Would you do something like that if you were sitting next to your mother? Maybe you would. My logical argument with that is this:  just because your mom condones (and yes, by allowing, she is condoning it) whatever behaviors you may characterize in public, doesn't make it right . It is called etiquette; moreover, concert etiquette. Since senior show could easily be defined as a concert, you should show your concert etiquette. It isn't difficult. I hope none of my friends acted in the ways I described herein; I trust they didn't, after all, they are friends for a reason.


Sunday, February 12, 2006

Everything looks perfect from far away...

I am totally finding a new love for an already beloved band, The Postal Service...

They are just very chill.

Their music is quite comforting in a meditative yet conscious state.

I've been looking into a lot of things.

I've experienced things so amazing that words and gestures alone cannot describe them.

I've just learned recently to ask an entirely new set of questions. Questions, which I never before thought of asking.

It's almost like a rite of passage.

I know this entry doesn't make a whole lot of sense but to a few people, so I'll clarify something:

I'm not talking about sex at all whatsoever.

 

Love truly,
Christafaaaaaaaaaaa

 


Friday, February 10, 2006

Agh. I am totally incapable of (verbally) hurting people. Even if I want to be mad at them. Why is it when you're nice you say the wrong things, but when you want to be mean, only the good stuff comes out?

If I say something mean to someone as a joke, I usually end up feeling really bad, turning bright bright red, and yeahhhhh.

It's pretty bad when you want to be a shitty friend (to certain people).

Oh, and a lovely thanks to Erin who sent me a valogram JUST to embarrass me. I fucking hate love you.

This week sucked so hard. But good news:  I am officially making a 78 in Geometry; whereas, two days ago I was making a 66. How do I do it? You'd like to know...

This the end of an entirely pointless update. I hope you had the time of your life.


Saturday, February 04, 2006

Goo Goo Dolls:  Iris

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
When sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
And you bleed just to know you're alive


And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am


I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am



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