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Name: Rose
Birthday: 4/25/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: I enjoy all the typical "artsy" stuff, reading, celebrating un-birthdays, star gazing, dreaming, singing in the shower, being with the people I love, being spontaneous, and making heart attack causing pancakes.
Expertise: Super-ninja-skills.
Occupation: Future President
Message: message me
AIM:  YourStockAnomaly
Member Since:
12/23/2006
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| A very delayed message:This weblog is closed. Sorry. I should have posted this sooner, but I didn't want to.
I don't like things coming to an end, it scares me. Yeah, I know that's kind of pathetic. But, I guess I can't prolong it forever, right?
Well, if you feel the need to contact me you may e-mail me at: runngingonbarefeet@yahoo.com
(the name on the account will show up as "Sophie", don't be confused, it's me, it's just a protected fake account) | | |
| CoffeeI drew a picture last night:
~Rose~ | | |
| An Angel Fell For You(I wrote this one to go with this great song that gets stuck in my head all the time.)
I'll watch you, from the Heavens
And cry for you when you are sad
I'll re-arrange the stars
So your horroscope won't be so bad
I know how you hate dissapointment
I know how you look for a Sign
But, understand how precious is your life
And how quick is your race with Time
I will never age
And my wings will never fade
Though, to be with you
My wings I would surely trade
And my Eternity I will lose
For a few moments due
Upon your human world
I would Fall for you
I've watched you from the Heavens
And I've changed Fate to keep you living
I can't bare to see you die
But I can't bear to keep on giving
I'm sorry your life was hard
I'm sorry they all let you down
But what I would give to see a smile
Replace your constant frown
I will never age
And my wings wil never fade
Though, to be with you
My wings I would surely trade
And my Eternity I will lose
For a few moments due
Upon your human world
I would Fall for you
I watched you from the Heavens
And I caught every one of your tears
But I can't watch you, from so far away
battling your growing fears
I know how close you are to Ending
I know how lonely it is you feel
But, I can do nothing more from this distance
I can no longer help you heal
Though, I would never age
And my wings would never fade
But, to be with you
My wings I did surely trade
And my Eternity I did lose
For a few moments due
Upon your human world
An Angel fell for you.
~Rose~ | | |
| Untitled PoemDoes it hurt when you breathe?
Let me be your lungs.
Have you forgotten how to speak?
Let me be your tongue.
Can you stand to walk?
Let me be your feet.
Have you found what you've sought?
Let me be what you seek.
~Rose~ | | |
| Random Stuff and Old BlogsFor the next few days I'll be transferring all my old blog entries from other sites to this site. So, the next following entries will be all those old ramblings.
Here's some random thoughts of mine:
TOLL-PEOPLE: I've always wondered about the toll-people, you know, the slightly depressed and very bored looking people you hand your money to at toll-booths. Why are they there? Was this their goal in life- to spend their days collecting money from strangers passing by in shiney cars? Do they get lonely? Is it hot inside those little metal boxes? Hmm... one day, I'm going to make these big gift-baskets filled with lots of yummy stuff and hand them out to the toll-people. I bet the life of a toll-person is pretty rough, they deserve a little treat, right?
SIDEWALK CRACKS: Have you seen those evenly placed slits in the sidewalks? Do you know what they are for? At first, I had no clue why they were there. I used to think that maybe the government put them there because of that one little ryhme, the "step on a crack and break your mother's back" ryhme. I figured it was this huge conspiracy. I consulted a friend on the matter, who concluded to me that the cracks in the sidewalks are there for the "gangsters" to look at while the sit around outside, wasting the tax-payer's money. Though, I didn't quite get that. So I consulted another friend who gave me the true, scientific, explanation- something to do with the concrete expanding and contracting, moisture, seasons, and blah blah blah. I didn't much get the one either- too boring.
RIBS: I have fairly recently, well not too recently though it still feels like it was just yesterday, discovered that ribs (the kind you'd eat) are actual RIBS (the kind we have in our own bodies). Does anybody else find that disturbing? Back when I ate meat, I used to love eating ribs- very deliscious. However, I never really realized what they were untill my stepdad made a remark about them. I think that was one of the things that first got me started on being a vegetarian- I just couldn't look at meat the same. I now saw it as body parts of animals, like body parts of a person.
SHAKESPEARE: I always think how cool it'd be if everyone talked like Shakespeare. Imagine. To call someone stupid you'd say something like: "Thou dost speak with thy tongues of a thousand fools". And to tell somone you like them, you'd say: "Sweet nymph, how my heart beats at thy pressence, like cupid's white wings as he flutters about, planting his love-arrows through a lover's chest". And a "yo mama" joke would be something like: "Thou mother art so greatly vacuous that she trippeth upon thy phone cord when thou phone dost hath no cord". I think the world would be a much better place if everyone just talked like that. :]
LOBSTERS: Boy, the life of a lobster must be dreadfully awful. They get caught-up, en masse, and shipped to grocery stores and restraunts where they sit in crowded fish tanks, with their claws all bound-up, and horridly await for people to come along and pick which one they want to eat. I can't stand that- the fact that you can stare at them and size them up and pick which one of them you want to die. Poor lobsters. Imagine if we did that with other animals, like cows for example. Could you picture yourself at the store, staring at a line of cute lil' cows and then picking-out which one of them you would like for dinner, and then, perhaps, which specific part of the body you want.
DUST-BUNNIES: Okay, really, who named them and how did they get the name "dust-bunnies"? Did someone, one day, find a clump of dust that just-so-happened to be in the shape of a bunny, and hence forth reffered to clumps of dust as "dust-bunnies", and it was so catchy that everybody else called 'em that too??
~Rose~ | | |
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