It was then that I realized that forever was in your eyes
Your soul is bound to the White Rose: The
Pure.
"I've been waiting in the dark for a long
time, shining my beacon of hope through the
shadow. If you see me, don't you hide your
eyes from me."
The White Rose is associated with purity, honor,
and chastity. It is governed by the goddess
Artemis and its sign is The Cross, or Agape.
As a White Rose, you are a person of your word.
You may have a strong moral code, but
regardless of your virtue, you always stay true
to yourself. To you, love is the most pure of
emotional forms and it's just a matter of
waiting for it to bless you. Some people may
say you are too idealistic, but it's only
because you don't want to mess things up.
What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?
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that is so me, its scary. hehe, artemis is the goddess I did for my mythology report. she's really cool, I wish we still worshiped gods and goddesses, its reallly cool.
hmm. this is my first update in quite some time. *shakes off cobwebs* I had a post typed up last night, but when I went to post it, semagic somehow deleted it instead. and I was too aggravated to type it all up again...
OMG, the most hilarious thing happened at lunch between me and pipsi_stick. krista had finished her fruit works, so I stole the bottle and began hitting the table with it. this led to me turning to emily and going "it makes noise!" she just kinda gave me a look and said "how profound!" and then she wanted to see it, and I wouldnt let her. so then we started wrestling for it. not really, more like we played tug of war, but there was leaning and falling off of chairs, it was pretty funny. course, I was already in an extremely good mood, because I missed most of english. I basically walked in, turned in the homework, and then had to go to the counseling office for an appointment about my four year academic plan. when I came back, the door was locked so I had to knock. taylor (I knew it was him) knocked back at me "dun dun dun dun dun" and I knocked "dun dun" back, so he let me in. I said "hi taylor" as soon as the door opened, he's done this before, and everyone got a laugh out of it. he said he was making sure it wasnt a terrorist, and that lead to a discussion about whether or not a terrorist would have known the countersign. they had been writing an essay which I got five minutes to do, so it was short and not all that good. if he marks me down a lot I'll kill him, at least I came back. I actually spent a couple minutes in the lunchroom talking to dave and joe, but the security people were giving me wierd looks so I decided to go back before I got in trouble. its amazing how trusting these people are, if it hadnt been for the one security guy I could have missed the other half of my class.
my poem from the snowsuits class. it was supposed to be about someone we admired. I started out writing about my mom, but it kinda evolved and now I don't know who I was writing about.... but anyways. I like it, I may add more to it, it doesnt quite feel finished to me. its odd that I like it at all, I usually hate stuff that I write specifically for a purpose. my best stuff always comes out of just randomly writing. but its ok.
"Teach me to fly"
You helped me to be everything I dreamed,
Gave me wings, taught me to fly.
When something bad would bring me down,
Holding me back, clipping my wings,
You were always there to carry me
Until I had regained the strength to fly alone.
My guardian angel, ever present, always there,
Blending with the shadows in my heart,
My ear to listen, my shoulder to cry on,
Never questioning, always there.
I never fully understand what happens when we talk,
The connection is unique and ours alone,
But I know you will always be there for me,
And for this I owe you everything.
I don't think you realize what a difference you make,
By being yourself, even if you have to stand alone.
How many lives you touch every day,
In the simplest ways imaginable,
And for this I admire you.
Always the force behind my movement,
Always the passion behind my dreams,
Always the strength behind my resolve to carry on.
You never pushed me too hard though;
Just enough to help me fly.
Pure.
"I've been waiting in the dark for a long
time, shining my beacon of hope through the
shadow. If you see me, don't you hide your
eyes from me."
The White Rose is associated with purity, honor,
and chastity. It is governed by the goddess
Artemis and its sign is The Cross, or Agape.
As a White Rose, you are a person of your word.
You may have a strong moral code, but
regardless of your virtue, you always stay true
to yourself. To you, love is the most pure of
emotional forms and it's just a matter of
waiting for it to bless you. Some people may
say you are too idealistic, but it's only
because you don't want to mess things up.
What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?
brought to you by Quizilla
that is so me, its scary. hehe, artemis is the goddess I did for my mythology report. she's really cool, I wish we still worshiped gods and goddesses, its reallly cool.
hmm. this is my first update in quite some time. *shakes off cobwebs* I had a post typed up last night, but when I went to post it, semagic somehow deleted it instead. and I was too aggravated to type it all up again...
OMG, the most hilarious thing happened at lunch between me and pipsi_stick. krista had finished her fruit works, so I stole the bottle and began hitting the table with it. this led to me turning to emily and going "it makes noise!" she just kinda gave me a look and said "how profound!" and then she wanted to see it, and I wouldnt let her. so then we started wrestling for it. not really, more like we played tug of war, but there was leaning and falling off of chairs, it was pretty funny. course, I was already in an extremely good mood, because I missed most of english. I basically walked in, turned in the homework, and then had to go to the counseling office for an appointment about my four year academic plan. when I came back, the door was locked so I had to knock. taylor (I knew it was him) knocked back at me "dun dun dun dun dun" and I knocked "dun dun" back, so he let me in. I said "hi taylor" as soon as the door opened, he's done this before, and everyone got a laugh out of it. he said he was making sure it wasnt a terrorist, and that lead to a discussion about whether or not a terrorist would have known the countersign. they had been writing an essay which I got five minutes to do, so it was short and not all that good. if he marks me down a lot I'll kill him, at least I came back. I actually spent a couple minutes in the lunchroom talking to dave and joe, but the security people were giving me wierd looks so I decided to go back before I got in trouble. its amazing how trusting these people are, if it hadnt been for the one security guy I could have missed the other half of my class.
my poem from the snowsuits class. it was supposed to be about someone we admired. I started out writing about my mom, but it kinda evolved and now I don't know who I was writing about.... but anyways. I like it, I may add more to it, it doesnt quite feel finished to me. its odd that I like it at all, I usually hate stuff that I write specifically for a purpose. my best stuff always comes out of just randomly writing. but its ok.
"Teach me to fly"
You helped me to be everything I dreamed,
Gave me wings, taught me to fly.
When something bad would bring me down,
Holding me back, clipping my wings,
You were always there to carry me
Until I had regained the strength to fly alone.
My guardian angel, ever present, always there,
Blending with the shadows in my heart,
My ear to listen, my shoulder to cry on,
Never questioning, always there.
I never fully understand what happens when we talk,
The connection is unique and ours alone,
But I know you will always be there for me,
And for this I owe you everything.
I don't think you realize what a difference you make,
By being yourself, even if you have to stand alone.
How many lives you touch every day,
In the simplest ways imaginable,
And for this I admire you.
Always the force behind my movement,
Always the passion behind my dreams,
Always the strength behind my resolve to carry on.
You never pushed me too hard though;
Just enough to help me fly.