it's good to be back.

i still want to be gone.

Cheese

Spring break now...though it's not really spring; it's snowing even though it is April. My friends in HP had their break last week so I went up to HP on the train and went to school with AD for the day- lunch, science, french, and home ec. Saw GP...:) He had to go early though, dentist appt. Damn dentists. So. It was really fun though. After school AD and I wandered around town, scaring random people...we were walking past a store and this huge pile of snow fell off the roof right in front of us...woke both of us up... I miss my friends there...I don't fit in there, but there are just some people who I miss so much...

Ok...whining ending now.

Sick

Missed three days of school now. I am going tomorrow, but it's been nice, being off. Offline too. Ikotane. Spring break starts next week. Joy.

Sooooo.

Just checking out the old tagboard.

Sunday

School tomorrow. I live only to ignore that fact.

Conversation from the tagboard on Shinzon Lives. Start at the bottom:

Shinzon: And Q, we must continue our...conversation...

Shinzon: Right. For the last time: I AM SINGLE. Understood?

Darth Vader: Silence, fool Jedi Maul. I am far...cooler...than you, Mr. Makeup Head.

Picard: FOOL yourself! I am Picard, not Jean-Luc! See the difference?! Aw, don't hurt Shinzon P.'s feelings like that!

Darth Maul: Thats right...Shinzon and I are going out.Do you really think he would stoop so low as to date Darth Vader?

Jean-Luc: YOU FOOL!!!Iam the only Picard around here.Except for Shinzon.He doesnt count though.

Darth Vader: I should think not.

Shinzon: For everyone's clarification: I am not dating Darth Vader.

Picard: I am the fool who impersonates you! Bwaha!

Q: continuum impersonators are not dealt with lightly...

Q-2: Iam your clone Q!Iam retarded!!!AHAHA!!

Q: it would do you well to find out, unless shinzon is willing to humor your nonchalance by enlightening you himself.

Q: had you been informed of what your praetor is doing currently, monotony would not have been an issue.

Shinzon's Imzadi: This is boring...

Jean-Luc: Who is this fool who impersonates me?!

Tribute: this is all quite confusing... so which captain is which? picard or jean-luc? as if we all couldn't tell....

Picard: Hallo Q!

Picard: Ahem...oops...

Picard: Silence, human!

Tribute: yay! Q's back! now jean luc can get his pompous panties out of the bunch they were in!


...This is also what I live for. Simple insanity. Yes. And:

Witch Hunt

By:  Joe Wilson and Christina Blackmon

(with special thanks and apologies to

Monty Python for the unauthorized parody)

 

(The Oval Office.  Present Day.  GEORGE W. BUSH is at his desk.  Several SOLDIERS come running in with SADDAM HUSSEIN  and an IRAQI child in tow.)

 

SOLDIER 1:    “Sir, sir, we’ve found a tyrannical dictator!  May we bomb him?”

 

SOLDIERS:     “Bomb him!  Bomb him!” etc.

 

GEORGE BUSH: (looking closely at Hussein)   “How do you know he is a tyrannical dictator?”

 

SOLDIER 2:    “He LOOKS LIKE ONE!”

 

SOLDIERS:     “Bomb him!  Bomb him!”

 

GB:                  “Bring him forward.”

 

(Soldiers drag SADDAM HUSSEIN to the front of BUSH’s desk.)

SADDAM HUSSEIN: “I’m not a tyrannical dictator, I’m NOT a tyrannical dictator!”

 

GB:                  “But you are dressed as one.”

 

SH:                  “They dressed me like this!”

 

SOLDIERS:     “We didn’t!  Did not!” etc.

 

SH:                  “And this isn’t even a real Cuban cigar, it’s a cheap American convience-store brand!”

 

GB:  (Leans forward and sniffs cigar, looks to the soldiers)  Well???

 

SOLDIER 1:    “Well we did do the cigar.”

 

GB:                  “The cigar??”

 

SOLDIER 3:    “… and the khaki uniform . . . but he is a tyrannical dictator!”

 

SOLDIERS:     “Bomb him!  Bomb him!”  etc.

 

GB:                  “Did you dress him up like this?”

 

SOLDIER 2:    “Yes . . . umm . . . no . . . ummmm . . . a bit, yes, a bit . . .”

 

SOLDIER 1:  “He has got a mustache!”

 

GB:                  “Why do you think he is a tyrannical dictator?”

 

(Soldiers drag IRAQI child forward)

SOLDIER 3:    “Why, he tortured and gassed this poor Iraqi child!”

 

GB:                  “… gassed him?”

 

SOLDIER 3:  (looks at the child)   “He got better.”

 

SOLDIERS:  “Bomb him anyway!!” etc.

 

(COLIN POWELL enters the room and hangs back in a corner, watching the exchange.)

 

GB:                  “Quiet!  There are ways of telling if he is a tyrannical dictator.”

 

SOLDIERS:  “Tell us, tell us!” etc.

 

GB:                  “Tell me, what do we do with tyrannical dictators?”

 

SOLDIERS:     “Bomb them!!!”

 

GB:                  “… and who do we bomb, apart from tyrannical dictators?”

 

SOLDIER 2:  “MORE TYRANNICAL DICTATORS!”

 

SOLDIER 1:  “COMMIES!”

 

SOLDIER 3:    “Countries-suspected-of-harboring-terrorists!”

 

GB:                  (pointing at SOLDIER 3)  “Gooood!!  So tell me, why do we bomb countries suspected of harboring terrorists?”

 

SOLDIER 2:    “We never liked them anyway!”

 

SOLDIER 3:    “We have irrefutable evidence proving that they assisted in the attacks on our nation?”

 

SOLDIER 1:    (salivating) “They’re commies.  COMMIES!”

 

COLIN POWELL:      (stepping forward at this point)  “They’re not like us!”

 

(All turn to notice Powell)

GB:                  “Exactly!  So . . . logically . . .”

 

SOLDIER 3:    “If he’s not like us . . .”

 

SOLDIER 2:    “. . . he’s a country suspected of harboring terrorists . . .”

 

GB:                  “And therefore . . .”

 

SOLDIER 1:    (looks puzzled for a moment, then)  “A TYRANNICAL DICTATOR!”

 

GB:                  “We shall use my largest magnifying glass.”

 

(GEORGE BUSH picks up a ridiculously sized magnifying glass from his desk.  ALL examine HUSSEIN for a moment or two.  Then . . .)

 

SOLDIER 3:    “HE’S A TYRANNICAL DICTATOR!”

 

SOLDIERS:     “BOMB HIM!  BOMB HIM!”

 

SH:                  “’Tis a fair cop.”


...Ha. Die, Bush.

So...

So I am back. After a week of testing at school I am still dead... The girls I talk to at school are completely immersed in their obsessions with LOTR, the actors from the LOTR movies, and themselves.

Our journey has ended but soon it will begin, for the world keeps turning even after it has been destroyed. It is empty but no one notices as there is no one to notice but us. We continue on through the ragged colors and twisted dreams, but the light shields us from the truth and we return to where we began. Back to the beginning once again. Those who counted on us disown us and we are cast out for failing the impossible. We leave for the green skies in our minds and never return to the world, for who would want us? All that remains of our people is ash and dust, for the rest of us despise darkness. In darkness we find the light, and through the light unending pain. With that pain we become strong and our honor is unmarred. The light becomes us and we are the light, one and the same, never touching and always together. The fire burns within us, all that is left. We will carry it and bear it to its home. We will finish our journey. We will succeed. The silver will not have sacrificed itself for nothing. We will succeed and return to our new home away from the dark light.

Should be doing my work

Sometiumes I just want to write even when there is nothing to say. THis is what I want to feel but I must hide it from the world. In darkness together we will bring the light the fire insde will be burning bright. We must return it to its home yet we must step carefully for there are those who would see us dead. They are the ones all around us the ones who walk between us day by day. Ashes fall when I'm rising up again. Ashes fall when up again. They fall and become stars twisting through the sun and its inferno. To pass the darkness we must sing to the sky and walk through the invisible rain. If we fall we will become part of the sun and our journey will become the ashes of the sky. As we sing we look to the sky and we believe in nothing. Our pain makes the grey light silver and in the starlight we walk into the dark and pass through the death of color. As we walk the color seeps back into our eyes and as we run the stars fall and die. We have failed, but no one is left to know.

Sunday sucks

Sometimes I am so angry at everything I want to destroy the world and then I know that I cannot because iam one and one can do nothing but I get so furious and yet I must act as though i am spock emotionless yet emotional letting nothing of what I truly think or feel leak through for if i did the world would die and i would suffocate in my own fury yet that is what i am doing now suffocating myself in my own fear and hate my only escape is music and this computer yet once i am forced off i must return to flesh world where i do not belong i dream of the day where I can be myself but who would understand? I must lock myself up or they will do it for me. They they they they cannot be trusted nor can I for if they trust me then they may die. I am going insane and I know it and I try to tell them but they do not understand I see things differently they see things the same. I am silver they are grey. I dream of the day I can run freely without being chased. I dream of the day I can walk without hiding. I dream I dream I dream and I go nowhere. Nowhere that is where I want to be but they do not trust it. They despise the emptiness to them it is dangerous to me cold clear beautiful. I want to embrace it swallow it lie in it and they pull me away back to where I began. Throwing me back into their heavy cramped world. I want to leave and someday someday soon I shall

Ha

Yes, its Friday. Finally fricken' Friday, fank fa Falar. Is saying "Falar" sacreligious? Pity. Ikotane. Yes, this is the Ever Online Mirkwood. Do not be troubled, AJ, you are weary with much sorrow...ok. Anyway. Bit bored here. Ah. I shall post. Happy AJ. AJ Happy. Happy goes with anything! Happy Stapler. Happy Pen. Happy Mirkwood.

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