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Name: Mary Birthday: 8/20/1991 Gender: Female
Interests: GUITAR! And writing anti-governmental poetry and stories. Expertise: Protesting war, writing anti-governmental poetry, and playing guitar. Occupation: Other Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me AIM: Nowhere64Man
Member Since:
10/18/2005
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| Well, don't expect more updates. I'm pretty sick of this old thing, especially since everyone else moved on to Myspace. I think this whole internet blogging thing is a gay idea, so don't expect me to update. Besides, I'm only updating so I'll stop being nagged. So:
"And in the end... The love you take Is equal to the love you make." | | |
| Alright, two months passed, so I guess it's time to update again. Nothing much actually happened though. Hmm... my Nazi friend wants me to die, and so does vampire boy. They have good reasons of course. I spilled Nazi's coke and I killed vampire boy again. Yeah, so I'm in trouble.
"I don't need to fight To prove I'm right. I don't need to be forgiven." | | |
| Hmm... long time no update. Let's see...
1. Exams are over 2. Reports came in 3. Buzzy scares me when she sings 4. My sister is bugging the heck out of me. 5. I need help... 6. Steven is a vampire
I guess that's all. So, lyrics...
Amazing by Aerosmith... Yeah, I <3 Aerosmith.
I kept the right ones out And let the wrong ones in Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins There were times in my life When I was goin' insane Tryin' to walk through The pain When I lost my grip And I hit the floor Yeah, I thought I could leave but couldn't get out the door I was so sick and tired Of a livin' a lie I was wishin' that I Would die
It's Amazing With the blink of an eye you finally see the light It's Amazing When the moment arrives that you know you'll be alright It's Amazing And I'm sayin' a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight
That one last shot's a Permanent Vacation And how high can you fly with broken wings? Life's a journey not a destination And I just can't tell just what tomorrow brings
You have to learn to crawl Before you learn to walk But I just couldn't listen to all that righteous talk I was out on the street, Just a tryin' to survive | | |
| If you read this whole update, I'll give you two dimes and a nickel since I ran out of quarters.
This was my week:
Monday: Babysat for 4 hours because I had no school. Nearly strangled to death.
Tuesday: Theology and American Cultures exams. Both were easy.
Wednesday: Spanish and English exams. Had a nervous breakdown during Spanish for the English exam. Guitar afterwards.
Thursday: Science exam. Fairly hard, but was allowed to get three free answers to questions. Babysat for 4 hours afterwards. Nearly strangled to death.
Friday: Algebra exam. Easy. Babysat for 3 hours. Smacked in eye about a million times. Slept to get rid of headache I've had all week.
That was my week. I'm sure all of you would have celebrated if I did die while babysitting. Especially you Steven, especially you. Oh, and I have developed a new fear of robots since the song Mr. Roboto is everywhere... JAPANESE-SINGING ROBOTS!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It scares me so much. I will share with you the lyrics to that song.
Mr. Roboto by Styx Domo Arigato
Mr. Roboto
Domo Arigato
Mr. Roboto
Mata ahoo Hima de
Domo Arigato
Mr. Roboto
Himitsu wo Shiri tai.
You're wondering who I am - secret
secret - I've got a secret
Machine or mannequin - secret
secret - I've got a secret
With parts made in Japan - secret
secret - I've got a secret
I am the Modern Man.
I've got a secret
I've been hiding under my skin
My heart is human
my blood is boiling
my brain I.B.M.
So if you see me acting strangely
don't be surprised
I'm just a man who needed someone
and comewhere to hide
To keep me alive - just keep me alive
Somewhere to hide to keep me alive.
I'm not a robot without emotions - I'm not what you see
I've come to help you with your problems
so we can be free.
I'm not a Hero
I'm not a Saviour
forget what you know
I'm just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control
Beyond my control - we all need control.
I need control - we all need control.
I am the Modern Man - secret
secret - I've got a secret
Who hides behind a mask - secret
secret - I've got a secret
So no one else can see - secret
secret - I've got a secret
My true identity.
Domo Arigato
Mr. Roboto
Domo - Domo
Domo Arigato
Mr. Roboto
Domo - Domo
Domo Arigato
Mr. Roboto
Domo Arigato
Mr. Roboto
. . .
Thank you very much
Mr. Roboto
for doing the jobs that nobody wants to
And thank you very much
Mr. Roboto
for helping me escape
Just when I needed to. Thank you
thank you
thank you
I want to thank you
please
thank you
The problem's plain to see: Too much technology
Machines to save our lives
machines de-humanize.
The time has come at last - secret
secret - I've got a secret
To throw away this mask - secret
secret - I've got a secret
Now everyone can see - secret
secret - I've got a secret
My true identity - I'm Kilroy
Kilroy
Kilroy
Kilroy! | | |
| Whoa, five days since I last updated. Ok, this is an actual update. So those of you that loyally read my updates daily or weekly or whatever, you must be happy. Or you probably don't care at all. Not much happened recently actually. Life's been good but boring. Exams start Tuesday. I'm working on a story about Buzzy, Bush, and Mazza. Yes, Mazza. Has anyone seen him eat? It scares me. One second he has a full piece of pizza, within that second it's GONE. Most normal people probably don't notice... but I'm not normal. So normalcy doesn't really matter since I myself don't know what that is. But I know stranger wierdness when I see it. And those three teachers are going into my wonderful story that'll probably lead to my expulsion if showed to one of those teachers. So, if I choose to let others read my story, it'll have to be secret. That's all I've been up to recently.
Just a few different parts from the song "I'm Free" by the Rolling Stones:
I'm free to do what I want any old time... I'm free to sing my song though it gets out of time... I'm free to choose what I please any old time ... | | |
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