September 2009
August 2009
I. Am. So. Happy. That. I. Finally. Almost. Got. It.
I have uploaded this until I get a version that is error free but FLIP YES. Oh, I also just noticed that this features me snapping my fingers (it’s what I do to calm down) and groaning in annoyance at myself. So please just enjoy life because of that.
BE MY ESCAPE - RELIENT K (piano cover)
Hey, this is pretty cool! I love piano/string quartet covers of anything.
(Great job, by the way. I could never make such few mistakes . =/)
- rl: wow kinda messed up but p at d music in movie
- rl: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYQ19JM_M1g&NR=1&feature=fvwp
- rish: omg
- rish: that is messed up
- rish: oh goodness, R rated
- rish: you are a BAD INFLUENCE
- rish: i'm telling on youuuu
(via blogsecret)
The end part = exactly.
The first two parts = eh, pretty much.
I wanna see how “poetic” and wholly dramatic people get about love & heartbreak. (Eh, the feelings and emotions behind the secret may be real, but the representation of it in words seems to make it less so… Or just emphasizes how much we need to rethink things like this…)
As magical unicorn gpoo said…
[23:08] rish: LOL
[23:08] rish: love
[23:09] gpoo: love is a lie
[23:09] gpoo: wow
[23:09] gpoo: wow that’s
[23:09] gpoo: extremely depressing
[23:09] gpoo: dang
Disagree?
To crack my ribs and repair this broken heart.” —Nothing Better; The Postal Service
I am finding irritation as I find that my Tumblarity decreases with each post I make. Que diablo, I wish I coud hide it so I don’t have to think about it.
My life has turned into one of math. I am tired of numbers. That kind of makes me sad.
I used to love them with a passion.
Now I just can’t get rid of them.
By the way, I hate physics.
- rish: MY LIFE IS A LIE.
- gpoo: o.o
- gpoo: everyone's life is a lie
- rish: hahaha
- rish: you are so profound, g___
- gpoo: LOLLL
- gpoo: yesh i know
- rish: xD
- rish: you're tackling that which we all do not wish to accept >D
- gpoo: oooh
- gpoo: i'm so
- gpoo: so...
- gpoo: buddha like
- gpoo: ENLIGHTENED
- rish: LOL
- rish: WHY IS YOUR HEAD
- rish: NOT SHINY AND BALD
- gpoo: D:
- gpoo: MY HAIR IS A LIE
- gpoo: i'm not even a girl
- gpoo: MY GENDER IS A LIE
- gpoo: OH BUDDHA
- rish: OH NOOOOO
- rish: WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO?
- gpoo: NOTHING
- gpoo: IT'S A LIE
- rish: WHY
- rish: IF ITS A LIE
- rish: ARE YOU LYING TO ME
- gpoo: o.o
- gpoo: EXPLAING YOURSELF QUICKLY
- gpoo: IT'LL JUST BE ANOTHER LIE
I finally did the very first paper we were supposed to do for our baby project.
Questions were like, “What character traits do you want your child to have?” and “Good experiences? Bad experiences?” and “What will your child do to support him/herself?” and “What goals and dreams will your child have?”
After I answered everything, while my sister was watching Disney channel, I looked back and realized that everything is sort of a reflection of all I want to/wanted to/wished I could be.
My child is messed up. I don’t want anyone in the world to know about her.
i refuse to believe that everything I am… is a result of neurotransmitters and chemicals.
i believe that we are more than that.
A goodbye that holds the promise of hello.
Minus the slight sluttiness, of course.
