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Hunger: Substantial
Mood: slightly embarrassed

Listening: Daniel's stories from the day

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ok, so I've been pretty accident-prone this past two days. Yesterday I fell off the platform ladder, got some pretty bruises. I was very sore for most of the night, then today... *shakes head* It's actually funny, though it sounds a lot more traumatic than it really was.

First, let me say that yes, I was very tired this morning. Though I felt pretty good, and work was so much fun today, I loved it. Until fate decided I needed to get a concussion. Really, couldn't it have spaced them out a bit... maybe go a week without being a flake and getting myself hurt.

Anyway, It was just before 2nd break and we were all at our lockers getting ready to go out. I was talking with Annie from my spot crouched on the floor (my locker is two from the bottom) and I stood up quickly... and smoked my head off the bottom of someone else's locker. Hard.

Shrugged it off, went outside. Almost passed out in the parking lot with the other smokers. Felt really sick for a while, but my boss just let me chill out in the employee lounge and exchanged stories with me until I felt better to do something. Got paid for 1.5hrs that I didn't work. He was really nice, but ... ya, would have rather worked it.

I has a headache now. :(

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Hunger: S.T.B.S
Mood: Insightful

Listening to: msn alerts

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I considered staying away, but my will proved to be not strong enough. Like some gravitational pull, I can't help but want to be there. What compells this sudden change in strategy? I mean really, what the hell.

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When I discover who I am, I'll be free.

To gain that which is worth having, it may be necessary to lose everything else.

All that we are is the result of what we have thought.

Don't cry because its over, smile because it happened.

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

With a touch of love, everyone can become a poet.

Never mistake knowledge for wisdom. One helps you make a living, the other helps you make a life. .

 

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Hunger: Immense
Mood: Sad

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I must be masochistic... I know I am...for this is some strange depiction of hell come alive before my eyes.

To hear his lips brushing lightly against her skin, and hear her appreciative sigh. It's enough to kill me. I hate it, but what can I do?

It makes me very sad.

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Hunger: Lay forgotten
Mood: Infatuated with beauty

Listening to: My song

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Tonight I glimpsed another world, one that lay forgotten deep within this one. Such beauty I found there, serene and pure. The moment it began to play out in my mind, I longed to be there. To share in the secrets of that world and to be complete in it. To be honest, this existence pales in comparison to that one, where to each of our desires be true- we could attain that which we sought.

Now, as the dawn draws nearer, I wish that I were there again among the trees in that little grove where I watched the stars dance in the sky. Where the moon, though she lay dying, sang to us a song of all eternity. No drop of blood, no whisper of energy could replace the sense of wonder I felt.

I am sorry it had to end, like all good dreams, though I lay awake.

 

 

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Hunger:Satisfied
Mood: Thoughtful

Listening: To the night

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The markings are hard to see, but their meaning goes deeper than the flesh it marrs. Penance they called it, but never did I do such a sin to deserve that treatment. It was because I still lived, though I never should have.

37 cuts, 3 broken ribs, 4 concussions, and countless bruises.
They were my accessories when I was in their care. They are the memories of my childhood. The reasons for my bitterness and anger.

I have endured, and I sit and wonder when my time to shine will come. I am not bad, I'm just born from the chaos. It's how I thrive, and how I live, but it isn't what defines me.

I define me.

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Hunger: Overstuffed
Mood: ANGRY

Watching: Paranormal State

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I know that I should let go of my bitterness, but if you're dating my ex-fiance, whom you stole away from me and yet I hang out with you out of an act of good will, Do not gush on and on about how you love him. etc... etc...

Well, you can't really expect me not to exude that creepy, I'll-kill-you vibe, that you say I do when I'm angry, now can you?

That's all I need to say on that.

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Hunger: Overfull, one too many solicitors tonight
Mood: Irritated

Listening to: I dare you to move- Switchfoot

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Recommended use: At least once before bed time.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVQQJH8FFi0

It's up in the air, either a free frame job that was done well or it's real. Either way, it makes me smile. /demented.

I've nothing else that I want to report on since a random encounter with a religious fanatic has irritated me beyond the range of being considered nice tonight. The next four days I will be in the city, so I shall have more interesting things to mention I'm sure.

Until then, make sure your iron levels are up.

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Hunger: Satisfied
Mood: - - - - xo

Listening to: Your heartbeat

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Your life, which you guard so mildly, calls out to me.
No longer would you need to walk through life blind, for I could open your eyes and teach you how to live.
Who could say no to you, my little friend, if I were to share with you my eternal kiss?
For with every beat, your heart cries out my name.

Sair-yn...

Sair-yn...

Sair-yn...

Count your blessings that I have not answered that call.

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Hunger: T.B.S.S (too be satisfied soon)
Mood: Content

Listening: To Mr.Web play G.H:World tour

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What a tiring day.
I can run very efficiently on no sleep, but if you mix in an extensive walk during daylight hours, well... it makes for a very low-power vampire. (see how I made a reference to the sneaky director's choice on the Bram Stoker's Dracula with Gary Oldman?)

First off, I was choked by the stench of pig fat being cooked then had to explain to Bacon-lovers that I was not interested in their mozzerella/bacon sandwhiches. Which I epically failed, and thus was forced to consume said nastiness. Well, that went... badly. Only after a few bites I began to gag on it and untimately gave it to the floor minions (Jack russells) to eat. Never.Again.

Luckily, I was able to sleep most of the day were I dreamed about so many random things. For one, I dreamed I was looking at videos on Youtube. Seriously, couldn't my unconscious mind think of something more exciting to do in the dreamworld? Either way, I survived the day. Always a plus.

I have a serious thought-provoking question.
How the hell does wearing a camo dewrag make you a land pirate?

I need to know this information. It's an apparent fad here, and it just goes to show I will never understand the youth of today. However, it wont stop me from making some minions out of them, in fact. Mr.Web has recently become one, and that is where I am starting my nighttime adventure tonight. It is only a matter of time before I escape the Rockband challenge and test out my powers of seduction on the locals.

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