I've just realised that I dont use this at all anymore, and that when I did, it was only a complete copy of my OD.

So this is the last entry.

Until I do something else about it.

Or become inspired to write LJ only entries.

Which probably wont happen.

Back when I was in high school, I never dreamed there would ever come a day where I would be upset about having holidays between each term ( Read more... )

Now even though I'm to write a bit about Sunday night, it doesn't negate the fact that yesterday was awesome. But to be completely honest I cant just put it only the good stuff, or on the flip side of that, only the bad stuff. While I'd like to concentrate only on the good, it's only fair to not be ignorant of other things that happen ( Read more... )

Forgive me if I'm not coherant but there's so much whirling around in my mind that my fingers are flying across the keys, not even fast enough for my mind's pace. There's so much ( Read more... )

Alright, what's going on?

Huh? Whaddya mean what's going on? Nothing's going on. You're the one who dragged me here. Not the other way around. Nothing's going on!

Sure.

Sure. See? Smiling. Happy.

...and we both know that's a fake smile, and an imposter bout of happy. I only brought you here because deep down, under all that fake, you really ( Read more... )

Memories are fickle things ( Read more... )

I made an interesting discovery just now ( Read more... )

This time, a few friends and I were dressing up some guys in girly clothes, to see who would win the drag contest. Okay. But it wasn't really a drag contest. It was a 'lets-see-who-we-can-make-look-the-most-gross-and-outrageous' contest. With my guy, I really took my time ( Read more... )

This time, I was in a somewhat abandoned two storied house, with no roof and the front walls missing. Inside, there was a balcony that overlooked the rest of the crumpled, dilapidated house (I remember that D word from 3rd form english! My teacher would be so proud ( Read more... )

I dont think I ever realised before just how hard it is to try typing with one part of your mind, while another part is preoccupied with singing. Two different sets of words coming from your being at one time ( Read more... )