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[27 Oct 2005|10:22pm] |
0MG ALLEGRA IS PWNT!
HAXX0RZ ARE TEH ROXXXX0RZ!!!!
LINUX TO THE MAXXX0rZ!
that is all
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[07 Jul 2005|12:24am] |
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![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) allegra107
You can add me if you want to. I'll only be sort of offended if you don't, but if you do decide to then you need to comment on that new journal and tell me.
It probably won't be a lot like this journal because this journal annoys me to no end. I'll delete this one after about a week.
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[06 Jul 2005|03:37pm] |
Yeah, so, I'm deleting this thing.
I guess I'll just make them all private entries, so if there's something you feel like you don't want me to delete, it won't be completely deleted, but I'm not going to write anymore..
I might make a new one but mostly I'm just sick of writing bullshit on here.
If you really want to know about my INCREDIBLY INTERESTING AND ANGST FREE life, just ask me.
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[21 May 2005|11:20pm] |
In case this hasn't been GOT yet,
this livejournal is friends only!
Comment to be added, and you probably will be.
If you commented to be added last time I said this, or you're already on my friends list, then don't bother me.
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[22 Jan 2005|12:21pm] |
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| You scored as Harry Potter. You are a very passionate and caring person when it comes to the wellness of your friends as well as others. You're very temperamental and sarcastic, and sometimes you'll flow a little bit over to the arrogant and obnoxious side when your temper gets the best of you. But you're bold and daring and will stand up for what you feel is right with bravery.
Harry Potter | | 72% | Ron Weasley | | 72% | Albus Dumbledore | | 69% | Hermione Granger | | 66% | Luna Lovegood | | 63% | Bellatrix Lestrange | | 56% | Sirius Black | | 53% | Neville Longbottom | | 50% | Severus Snape | | 47% | Oliver Wood | | 44% | Remus Lupin | | 44% | Percy Weasley | | 44% | Draco Malfoy | | 38% | Lord Voldemort | | 38% | </td>
Harry Potter Character Combatibility Test
created with QuizFarm.com |
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[13 Jan 2005|07:53pm] |
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My Front Porch Looking In/Lonestar/Lonestar: From There to Here - Greatest Hits |
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Why is it that no one has updated in like eight years?
I KNOW you're not all studying for exams.
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[06 Jan 2005|07:53pm] |
I think I'm gonna go ahead and make this friends only.
So, comment if you want me to add you. I don't care who you are, as long as I know that you're reading it.
Eve, you need to make an account so you can still read into my brilliant and stiffled mind.
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[26 Dec 2004|09:26am] |
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You don't know this, but I always wait for you to hang up first.
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| Edna St. Vincent Millay- The Ballad of the Harp Weaver |
[25 Dec 2004|10:10pm] |
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"Son," said my mother,
When I was knee-high,
"you've need of clothes to cover you,
and not a rag have I.
"There's nothing in the house
To make a boy breeches,
Nor shears to cut a cloth with,
Nor thread to take stitches.
"There's nothing in the house
But a loaf-end of rye,
And a harp with a woman's head
Nobody will buy,"
And she began to cry.
That was in the early fall.
When came the late fall,
"Son," she said, "the sight of you
Makes your mother's blood crawl,—
"Little skinny shoulder-blades
Sticking through your clothes!
And where you'll get a jacket from
God above knows.
"It's lucky for me, lad,
Your daddy's in the ground,
And can't see the way I let
His son go around!"
And she made a queer sound.
That was in the late fall.
When the winter came,
I'd not a pair of breeches
Nor a shirt to my name.
I couldn't go to school,
Or out of doors to play.
And all the other little boys
Passed our way.
"Son," said my mother,
"Come, climb into my lap,
And I'll chafe your little bones
While you take a nap."
And, oh, but we were silly
For half and hour or more,
Me with my long legs,
Dragging on the floor,
A-rock-rock-rocking
To a mother-goose rhyme!
Oh, but we were happy
For half an hour's time!
But there was I, a great boy,
And what would folks say
To hear my mother singing me
To sleep all day,
In such a daft way?
Men say the winter
Was bad that year;
Fuel was scarce,
And food was dear.
A wind with a wolf's head
Howled about our door,
And we burned up the chairs
And sat upon the floor.
All that was left us
Was a chair we couldn't break,
And the harp with a woman's head
Nobody would take,
For song or pity's sake.
The night before Christmas
I cried with cold,
I cried myself to sleep
Like a two-year old.
And in the deep night
I felt my mother rise,
And stare down upon me
With love in her eyes.
I saw my mother sitting
On the one good chair,
A light falling on her
From I couldn't tell where.
Looking nineteen,
And not a day older,
And the harp with a woman's head
Leaned against her shoulder.
Her thin fingers, moving
In the thin, tall strings,
Were weav-weav-weaving
Wonderful things.
Many bright threads,
From where I couldn't see,
Were running through the harp-strings
Rapidly,
And gold threads whistling
Through my mother's hand.
I saw the web grow,
And the pattern expand.
She wove a child's jacket,
And when it was done
She laid it on the floor
And wove another one.
She wove a red cloak
So regal to see,
"She's made it for a king's son,"
I said, "and not for me."
But I knew it was for me.
She wove a pair of breeches
Quicker than that!
She wove a pair of boots
And a little cocked hat.
She wove a pair of mittens,
Shw wove a little blouse,
She wove all night
In the still, cold house.
She sang as she worked,
And the harp-strings spoke;
Her voice never faltered,
And the thread never broke,
And when I awoke,—
There sat my mother
With the harp against her shoulder,
Looking nineteeen,
And not a day older,
A smile about her lips,
And a light about her head,
And her hands in the harp-strings
Frozen dead.
And piled beside her
And toppling to the skies,
Were the clothes of a king's son,
Just my size.
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| Man, what a terrible song. Who downloaded this goddamn song, anyway? |
[17 Dec 2004|09:50pm] |
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Considering I'm not at coffeehouse drooling over Justin, and I'm not out at a movie cause I didn't feel like it, and I'm not at the basketball game cause I REALLY didn't feel like it, and I left Adam's and Ali has to tend to Kane and Margot's cheering in the game and Jenny's with her and I don't know where Amy is and Becca's sick like ass and I don't particularly want to see anyone else...
I think I'll write an update.
It's too bad I don't have a lot to say.
I can't go to morning practice tomorrow cause of my ankle, and I want to cry about it. I'm afraid if I put any more strain on it, I'll break it. And if I break it, my crew career is over and, subsequently, so is my life (emo). But now I know how Alex Safchuk felt when he broke his foot. He walked around with tears in his eyes for a week. If it weren't for crew, I don't think I'd even mind if it broke. I guess that sounds kind of sick... I can't really explain it. If I was still just sitting on my ass all the time I would.. well, never mind, I don't know where I'm going with this.
If I wasn't in crew, I also would hit a jack. Right now.
I wish Mindy wasn't mad at me, but it's wearing really thin. She's actually really reminding me of Adam when he gets bitchy. Speaking of which, when Adam and I had a fight once, I asked him not to read my LJ anymore, and he agreed. Apparently, he's been reading it regularly regardless. That's how he knew about Sam. Stupid asshole. But I give him some credit.
I had an insane dream last night. Bleh. It was so weird. You never have any control over who's going to appear and your dreams. And it makes you wonder whose dreams YOU appear in, if any. I think it had a lot to do with the fact that this person reminds me a lot of Sam. And I really miss Sam.
Time to catch Degrassi.
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[13 Dec 2004|12:35pm] |
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I feel like this is, perhaps, one of those good moods that won't dissolve after three hours.
AND I'm wearing my monkey thong.
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| Karma police, arrest this man |
[12 Dec 2004|11:33am] |
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"What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry?"
"..you shoot yourself in the face, clearly your life isn't worth living."
Oh, man, I need to stop being mean.
I don't want to leave.
Ever notice how God really has it in for certain people?
Actually, everyone.
I'm just waiting for Sam to get here and Mindy to come back from Hebrew school.
Pardon the rambling.
It was really nice coming here, cause I felt like I already, to an extent, knew Ike and Sam and all, but I still got to have the fun of meeting new people. I know you all know exactly what I'm taking about.
I also like everyone here a lot more than there. I don't know if I'm tired of them, or if I never liked "them" too much in the first place, or if they never liked me. I don't really care, I'm sick of Maryland and it's time to move on.
When Dan goes to college next year, this may very well be conceivable. Until then.. suck it up, Allegra, and stop complaining.
Karma police, I've given all I can, but
it's not enough
For a minute there, I lost myself...
oh, for a minute there, I lost myself.
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