Police Officer: I think you're missing your calling

Nunc scio quit sit amor.

Fear less, hope more;
Whine less, breathe more;
Talk less, say more;
Hate less, love more;
And all good things are yours.

Live as if your were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.

Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you're alive, it isn't

The grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

March 1st. Stop the Ignorance

They say we all lose 21 grams at the exact moment of our death...everyone.
The weight of a stack of nickels.
The weight of a chocolate bar.
The weight of a hummingbird.
whose going to lose 21 grams next?

with light bulbs in our pockets
we'll light this darkened forest
on the mossy turf, we'll dance till
our feet shatter, toes will splinter
tripping through the misty streams of light
so beautiful, i stare in awe

If this is my imagination than I want a new one.

Life isn't about the number of breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away

I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath where i am

"We're the convenience of having the newpaper delivered to your room daily, we're USA Today"
ten le grrr ten: no officer, someone PLANTED it

wipe that tear from your eye.
I have smiles to spare.
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In a world of grays, blacks, and whites, I am hot pink.

Jackie (while looking at a diagram of a cell): You know I really used to get off on this shit.

People change.
and this is just who I've become. I am greatful for everything that I have learned and experienced. I know that if I really want to make a difference I need to get a degree but right now...I don't know. Maybe its just the fact that I have no idea what I am going to do after all of this. Maybe my goals have all been set before me by someone else before this and it hasn't been until recently that I realized that my goals are no longer the ones that have been set for me. I want to travel. I want to help people. I want to join the peace corps. I want to do art. but you see, money doesn't come into my equation at all. and that's what fucks me over. because money is the most important thing in socitey and to my parents who regard money as a term of sucess. you know what?...I don't even know why I bother...

and maybe I'm scared.

Seasickmnky: yes. I'm pretty bitter tasting. and there is this weird after taste....
ShinyCube7: but what if i marinated you
ShinyCube7: mmm tariakyi jackie
Seasickmnky: good thing you're a vegetarian or I would be a little disturbed....

ShinyCube7 (1:45:47 AM): i am all for asexul reproduction and loving ones dildo

MikeS1985: ya, i hear she has pretty big vibrators
Osh Rules: by the sounds of it when i'm trying to sleep.... i'd agree

College has caused me to lose many things that I have hold dear. Art and writing mostly. maybe not college directly but things brought on by college. I use to be praisied for my art. In middle school I was artist of the year every year. In high school I knew all of the art teachers and they were all impressed with talents that I possesed. Though looking back I never thought I was anything special. I still don't...I have been able to convince others of my abitlities but not myself. I should work on that.

I've only seen my Dad really cry four times in my life. Once when I was around 8 and I was singing 'Don't step on the cracks or you'll break your fathers back.' and he asked me why I had changed it from mother to father and I replied 'because I don't have a mother anymore.' The second time was when I was 11 and I flew over my bike handle bars, landed face first into the cement and knocked out my two front permanent teeth. There is still a blood stain on the road...The last time was when I was in 9th grade and my whole body went completely numb. My arms started moving by themselves but otherwise, I couldn't move anything. Even my tongue was numb. I was so scared that I was going to die or be paralyzed, my Dad was there with me the whole time. The last time was when he finally realized how depressed my brother and I were. He thought he had failed the family and that he wasn't a good father. But he was wrong. I was and always be Daddy's Girl.

Once when I was little I was over at my friend Chris' house and sniffing flowers in his back yard when a bee flew up my nose and stung me.

I use to have dreams all the time. But now I don't have any very often. at least not ones I can recall.
I remember when I was little I had a dream that My Dad and Mom were getting attacked by a giant alligator. That was the scariest dream I can remember having.

In high school I was a memeber of the bedding barn six.
since we were all photographers we got pictures of teachers and made fliers with assorted messages. We than took these fliers and posted them all over the school. We got the Newspaper in trouble because people thought they were doing it. obviously they didn't know how to us the security cameras because we never got in trouble.
(Bedding Barn: a mattress place in b-ville that have been open forever though there is never anyone in the parking lot).

My freshman year of high school I was really good friends with this guy named Fred.
and one day he called me Jackie Chan. Of course I had to give him a name too. Which ended up being Fred Flinstone. I haven't talked to Fred in awhile but I here he's becoming a Fireman and often drives his fire engine to our old high school where he blows the horns outside Ms. Beatty's class room on a regular basis.

let's make my away messages really vague and confuse people....

We once had a poodle named spunky.
Frankly I think we should of named him noodle. but that's just me.
We gave him away because he had a small bladder and we weren't around all day to clean up after him.

Seasickmnky: loving as in "i hate you stupid bitch"? must be tough love...

Come see our kick ass door.
I am so proud :-)

I don't even have words to describe
or how to make things right.
I can't even take my own advice.
I just want to know who you write your love songs to.

someshadeofgrey:
someshadeofgrey: that means that i was trying something unusual sexually but then it was surprisingly pleasant

Happy Valentines Day

Anti Colm and James Week

TheEyebrow: You shouldn't have let him know
TheEyebrow: Now he didn't learn a lesson
TheEyebrow: Now he's just gonna throw up during class all the time

LemonMon: i lvoe jackkkkkkkie
LemonMon: sexy pantssss

Lisa: My down there is clean enough

squidcore: can I have sex with the shadow puppets?
squidcore: you have no idea how desperate I am.

Joanne: I've decide this is the semester
Lisa: to dominate a virgin?

[life is hard. and sometimes all you have to do is deal with it. you can't argue with pure fact. If life were easy than what would be the point of anything? there'd be nothing to fight for. or be passionate about. life wouldn't be worth it if we didn't have something to struggle for.]

the sky is not so wonderful tonight
but the view from your eyes makes everything alright.
promise to love me and never let me go
because I don't want to feel lost like i have before.

I would rather keep my eyes
despite the pain and tears
because what it comes down to
is that if I cut them out
I'd never see your beautiful smile.

this is me becoming emotionally unattached.
i just don't really care anymore.
so yeah. fuck this.

i want to disappear into the night.

this is me bleeding from my ears.

break me.

matte517: you are just popular
matte517: an urban myth of sorts
matte517: but a real one...
matte517: everyone "knows" you

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