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Gollum's Song

This is a song that I heard at the end of the second Lord of the Rings movie. I thought it was quite beautiful, although extremely sad. You should look it up!
Here it is:

Where once was light
Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more

Don't say goodbye
Don't say I didn't try

These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies you told us
The hurt, the blame

And we will weep
To be so alone
We are lost
We can never go home

So in the end
I'll be what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me

Now we say goodbye
We say you didn't try

These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame

And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost
You can never go home

Essay

I did this essay in a test for my English class. I got 6 out of 6 on it! That's really hard apparently! I'm so proud of myself. :D I let my mom read it and she thought I copied it from somewhere. Apparently my language sounded "too professional." LOL.

The topic was this: Sometimes people are unable to control the direction their lives take.
Here's what I wrote (BTW it is a representation of something non-fictional)...

Whenever I thought of my best friend, certain distinct images came to mind: the diamond-dusted smile, the glittering crystals in her eyes, and the confidently erect posture. I did not understand how these things could change so easily. Suddenly the chipper grin was gone, the joyous sparkle in her eye had vanished, and her shoulders began to slump, as if weighed down by depression.
Within two weeks, her whole life had changed direction completely. I winced every time I saw the scars on her wrists, stomach, and legs. It was as if every time she took a blade to her flawless ivory skin, she was also plunging it into my heart.
I remember one night in her room, where we both sat on her bed facing each other. I desperately clung onto her thin pale hands, once warm and full, afraid she would slip away if I let go.
"Why?" was all I managed before I began to choke on violent sobs.
Her sad blue eyes spilled over with tears. They rolled down her cheeks and splashed onto the bed. The bed sheets became more and more damp as she told me everything. She could contain the pain no longer it seemed as the words erupted out of her. It was all too much for me. I could not even imagine what it was like for her. I felt ill as she described constantly fighting with her sister, her father's inappropriate sexual behaviour towards her, and her mother blaming her for it. All of these things accumulating inside of her brought on a twisted self-image. She told me she had been making herself throw up after meals and that she was constantly thinking of ways to kill herself.
My eyes involuntarily squeezed shut. I no longer wanted to look at what she had become. I hoped that this was a dream. I begged to God that it was. How had this happened so quickly? She clearly could not control what path she had been thrust down. The path of self-loathing. But to be honest, I did not blame her for following the path instead of fighting it. After everything that had happened, I could not deny that I might have done the same thing. It certainly did not help that two of her friends had been diagnosed with cancer and another had committed suicide. Death was shadowing her wherever she went, all the while sharpening his scythe.
I had to put my foot down. Death would not have her. She had too much to offer the world. I stared into her eyes and saw a glimmer of hope. She wanted to be saved. Pulling her into a fierce hug, I promised I would never leave her side. She was stuck with me forever. I would make her whole again. That tiny spark of hope was all I needed.

... :) Love ya, sugar.

Cheese Farts

Some things that suck ass: not having tv and not having internet. At home I have neither of these things. I am currently on the school computer in my spare, wasting my time which should be used to do homework. It's awful! I don't know what to do with myself when I'm at home. Yesterday I did start to learn Fur Elise on the piano though. I've got the first part down, but I can't do it as fast as I'm supposed to. Which is really fast! If you don't know the song, it sounds like this: dananananananana danananananadananananana dananananananana danananananadanananadananaaaaaaa. ;)

The other day, Pardeep (my grad date) told me to apply online to work at a polling station on election day. So I did that at school, because I have no internet at home. About an hour after I got home that day, I got a call from Elections Canada! They told me that I was to come in for training on Apr. 29. This is the day of the Knight's Convention and it's at 1:00. So I'd have to miss the end of school because it's a Friday and then go to this place on King George Highway and learn for two hours what the hell I'm going to do. I wonder when election day is? I hope it's not on any important days that are grad related. I'm glad I got the job though! It was probably because I rambled on about how many people I have to deal with in the Squirettes. I'm pretty excited. I'll be making about $15/h for 14 hours. Long time to work, but it'll be worth it. It's only one day anyway.

I'm stressing about whether my friends will be able to come to my grad. Anne still hasn't faxed the pages back to me and I guess Geoff hasn't signed them yet. STUPID ASS. Anne should tell him that we've been planning to attend each other's grad since like FOREVER so he should just shut his STUPID MOUTH and SIGN IT DAMMIT. If Anne is willing to take the risk of being a third wheel (which she WON'T), then it's her choice. Not Geoff's. Also, I need to get the pages back from Steph and Christine this weekend to get my friends at school to sign it on Monday so that I can hand it in on Tuesday, when it's due. But Christine is still in Hawaii apparently so she can't sign it! I hope she gets back in time to fill it out. Plus, Taryn's parents are in Hawaii also so they can't sign it. I'd have to find someone else to "invite" on of them.

The bell's about to ring. Adios!

A Night's Adventures

I'm currently lounging on a couch in my friend Taryn's house, watching her struggle to make the tv work.

I came over to her house yesterday, after buying four Monster energy drinks. We worked for a short while on the poem interpretation project that we are supposed to present to the class on Monday, but quickly got bored and ended up watching tv. When we got bored of that, we played Rockband for quite a while. We then moved to the computer and checked our social networks and watched some funny clips on YouTube. Then Scott, Taryn's brother, arrived. He had his girlfriend with him and his friend, Zack. After observing us laughing at some ridiculously funny videos on the Tube, Zack said, "These girls need boyfriends." This quickly brought about another round of laughter.

Zack was in our grade 8 art class. He's really funny and cool. Scott's girlfriend is pretty cool, too. I don't understand how Scott managed to befriend these people when he's kind of an asshole. I can't count how many times he called Taryn and me fags, queers, and other names last night. He did give me a bullet from his rifle though. Kind of neat.

So, after Scott agreed with Zack that we needed boyfriends, he mentioned that he was going on a beer run. I seized the opportunity and asked him if he would boot for us. He was shocked and exclaimed that we were underage. I merely rolled my eyes at this. He asked what we wanted and I said jager. He and Zack high-fived, saying that they thought they would never see this day come (Taryn drinking hard liquor). So we coughed up our money and Scott returned with a mickey of jagermeister, which had apparently been $26! My jaw dropped to the floor when he told us this. So we all got our drink on. I think that jagerbombs are my favourite drink because you can't taste the alcohol, but it still hits you hard later. Taryn and I each had five shots each I think. This only got us a little buzzed, even though we finished the mickey. But I had a lot of fun just chilling and listening to hardcore music.

So that's how my Saturday night went!

I found out yesterday, just after I paid a girl so that I could go on the grad camping trip, that I couldn't go. Why? Convention. It's on the same weekend. I was so upset, considering I went through a lot of trouble getting the money to go. I had to ask for it back, which made me feel really bad. Dammit.

I've also decided that my favourite tv show is That 70's Show.

:)

Parody

Original:

"How do I love thee?"
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

My Parody:

"How do I hate thee?"
by The Guy Whom Elizabeth Barrett Browning is Obsessed With

How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee not merely for love of spite
But for you always keep me in your sight.
Your sickly stench has some demeaning grace.
I hate your greasy hair, your clothes, your face.
I hate thee everyday and every night.
When I see you there, I quickly take flight.
I gag when I see at me you do gaze.
You think your habits are worthy of praise.
Quality air lost with your every breath,
That voice of yours sounds of a dying goose.
I would rather be with those folks on meth
Than with you, --- if indeed I could do choose,
I would kick thee unto the realm of death.

Important Fact

My camera pissed me off so I threw it at the floor.