I was creating a post earlier, but I then had to take a friend somewhere. After that, the computer was shut down, so I lost it. Eh. Oh well. Wasn't important. Almost time for bed. Egh. I feel like Jormungand is wrapped 'round me. With Nidhogg gnawing at my heart. A lyric from a SlipKnot song of days passed. When I was even more immature than I am ( Read more... )

The e-mail started off with a screen capture from the movie, "The Passion of the Christ." It portrayed Jesus being jeered at and being beaten by the Romans, Jews, or, whoever was there. After that, follows this line... It is copyright the original author. I am in no way shape or form, trying to take credit for this. Believe me, I wouldn't want too ( Read more... )

I was listening to this while I was doing my homework. I think it's great ( Read more... )

Insert the Past ( Read more... )

Drug this up from the past. x.x It struck me as funny...

10:14p ARGH!
"Love is an amorphous, abstract idea, in my words. It has no shape, can't be defined, and is, all in all... an idealist value." - Me. Harrumph on you. ^_^ I r l337 philosopher. Ownzored joo. x.x .. Not really.

Current Mood: weird
Current Music: Toby Emerson - Drifter

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Mwa ha ha! Kirby Boom.

Wow. It seems I've gotten into a habit of only updating once every three or so months. That's terrible. Well, I'm not quite sure this is going to be a very long post. I'm going to school. Yay. That's about it. Life is just, going on. Pretty well, actually. There are the ups and then there are the downs, but all in all, I'm pretty happy. Some people ( Read more... )

Well, not really. I'm working on some algebra homework. ... Wow, sounds like I'm still in high school. Except, not. Heh. Oh well. Therion is pretty bitchin', so if you get the chance, and like metal/ Viking stuffs, go download some Therion, then buy the album(s ( Read more... )

Love... *purr*

Hopeless romantic.

Oh yeah. Fear me.

*giggles* Bottom part isn't true.

. The mysterious good artist thing belongs on Robin-sama's.

END? I'm going to bed soon. My mother shall pick Robin up from work, since I can't.