Rhythm, dear.

Always on my mind these words sound so nice.

But I can't speak them aloud, just keep them to myself, gotta say them with rhythm.

Say it with a little pizazz. Say it to a dance.

Love always escapes me; I try to grasp what it may feel like... Independence sounds nice, though...

Run away these words so nice and lovely. Why can't I stand up instead of falling down? Maybe it feels so nice the air and the words that fly by.

Inspiration comes to me at the strangest of times. Like on a ferris wheel, on a chair, in a room so dirty, the chamber I wash myself in and I sing and dance and dream...

I'm so sick of waiting to be rescued I want to rescue myself. I also want a ; semicolon... A smile ensues to a rhythm and to the words and the dreams I need to sing and shout and love I need to stop to hate hating and hate cause that's all I do is hate.

Explosion in these words comes out of my mouth - all I need is a song to sing them a totally awesome rhythm a person to meet a Muse to conquer or just to acquaint myself with...

A lover would be so nice, someone not to save me but someone I could save, I could heal in doing so I will heal myself.

I just dance and sway to a standard I will live by. I'm a woman; I will kick ass today and every next day, no more waiting, sick of patience and tolerance. Insults are not good enough anymore.

I can't listen to them anymore on the flashing TV's, hell what do they know about the woman who drank and took those killers of pain, who had a daughter so kind, about the man who left so much behind he didn't deserve to die, his daughter waiting for him, failed love that should've worked out, about a man who finally left his hurt body, about the many mistakes he made, about the many people who also miss him, about the people happy to see him gone... It's a curse of prescription drugs, I tell you... 07 Anna, 08 Heath, 09 Michael...

I can't stand insults those words that are meant to do damage like they can hell they're so stupid I hear the everyday everywhere from everyone including myself if only I could love love and hate hate instead of the love of hate and the hate of love why?

Pride independence, love, awesomeness, hell yeah.

Hate, Bottling it up, No repeat on a song I've been listenin to for hours, hell THAT sucks.

My egotistical ways will be eradicated by the Muse that has been me all this time... I just need a little rhythm, dear... A little song, a little solace, rebellion, speaking out, a little intolerance, impatience, will...

And here I go, listenin to that song again... Hey, whatever works ;) ...

Drop that g on that word, cause I feel like it, I'll do whatever the hell I want, invisibility may have been fun while it lasted, so has the secret sorrow, frustration, patience, tolerance, HELL NO! Not anymore. I will dance in the middle of the day and everyone will love me, hate me, ask who the hell is that chick in the middle of the street, well it's me! It's the girl who's not invisible, who's so stupidly awesome right now, but it will wear off, cause I can only talk, I can't act on my words, I'm too scared, well not for long.

My dreams and words so nice, well not so nice are swirling around in a chaotic mess so random and grey it's beautiful.

Another quick smile.

Don't put a rainstorm on my day, inspiration will come true my darling dear.

Then again, don't shine the sun on my wonderfully weird day, sunshine is SO boring...

Bring on the rain, bitches! WHOO!

Sorry for the "french" heh heh

Ass kicking is what I want to do, I don't want to be inspired any more I want to inspire some awesomeness.

The song plays again! It's my anthem. My song, it is so beautifully rhythmic, awesome, independent, it's my standard now.

No Prince Charming for me. I want the bad boy that no one approves of, except for me, of course. I want to hate him so badly first then love him so unexpectedly if only he was real...

Maybe he is ;).

Rhythm dear, it's what gets me going, besides chocolate and movies and love... heh

My fingers are dancing I run to rhythm I scrub a dub dub to rhythm I block out noise and stupid words to rhythm I walk to it...

There's no such thing as depression and anxiety unless it gets you in the gut... It's done that before. It has. But I don't need stupid pills (thank god people think the same as I do, otherwise I would be taking pills I don't have depression).

I didn't capitalize the "g" in "God" so what he's need some slack cut he has a huge job don't patronize him so much I'm sure he's sick of it...

Some scraps of my soul say I need to be saved some say no but that's what I'll do. I'll tell those two sides of me to shut the fuck up and I'll just go in the middle he'll save me I'll save him. Maybe it's because I'm a Sagi-Scorpio. Fire and Water don't too well together they are complete opposites I always go in the middle avoid confrontation because I can't decide on one thing because I have two conscious minds two souls in one I really hope I have one soul...

Rhythm, dear. No two sides. No sides at all. Shades of grey middle, dawn, dusk, no night and day, just time...

If only I could call someone my own and live with them and love them for ∞

cause I need someone to truly love (besides my lovely family, don't worry you're not forgotten) I need something to keep me from choosing sides or believing both product of grey (and maybe divorce...) I'm so sick of it. I don't believe any of you except the mediator in the confrontation. I shouldn't care what people think these are my words, my rhythm, dear darling. Just understand don't be mad I just hate the shit flung at each other I've taken it too long.

Words just keep coming and coming and coming and coming and coming

I've kept it in for way too long bottles break glass shatters but words break things they don't break themselves you can't take back the blows you've dealt.

Friends and parents fight I'm always stuck in the middle just shut up and just eat some brownies and have some rhythm join in everybody in some screwed up harmony watch a movie converse don't fight over money or boy toys or who said what it gets annoying don't drag me down.

I love swaying to the rhythm of this addicting song yes I'm still listening to it raw emotions the truth I WANT THE TRUTH

don't blame the bad words on the opposite side friends, parents, political parties, countries, presidents, celebrities TELL THE TRUTH

don't tarnish the name of a kind one or a dead one unless that man or woman was horrible in essence so terrible with a soul that's not one

I need to explode and pick up the pieces and put me together and I'll be so much better

It's like throwing up you don't want to do it but when you do you feel SO MUCH BETTER!

I don't want a knight in shining armor on his gallant steed I want a guy in a leather jacket and jeans on a motorcycle he's driving he's hurting so bitter he crashes I pick up his pieces he picks up mine and we'll feel so much better

Oh it's a dream of mine shut up it's awesome and cheesey and awesomely cheesey

Shut up cheese tastes good just don't get too much...

Sleep is overcoming me hey I can sleep to the rhythm, dear ;)

O Muse!

O Muse! Why have you left me? Have you no mercy for someone as bored as I?

I need something to write about, but I can't think of anything. I'm sure there is something I could write about, I just can't think about it.

Other than the fact that I probably won't be able to watch Terminator Salvation in theaters. Oh well... Whatever. I hope I see Transformers Revenge of the Fallen!

This week is...bittersweet...

Well, yesterday was hardworking but worth it.

We built a trampoline. It's pretty awesome.

Today sucked. Squishy checked out suckish movies for me. I'm pissed off.

I kinda overreacted...

Wazza Fug?

I was pissed off yesterday. Squishy locked us out of our house. Our own effing house. So, all four of us (Moi (aka Chaos), Garg, Blondie, and Squishy) slept over at a friend's house (Sweetie and Topher's house; I'm calling Mom's (and my) friend Saintie, Garg's friend will be called Chihatle). So yeah. THAT was exciting. We were able to get into our house at like 9:45 this morning.

I might be able to see T4 next month, and also TRF (aka Transformers 2). Sweet!

Mom (Blondie) surprised us with the awesome movie "Taken" a few days ago. That's awesome.

I said both of these b-day wishes on MySpace and Facebook, but I'll say them again (plus other ones):

Happy belated B-Days to these people:

Cousins Honeybaby (June 4th, I believe) and Demmie (June 16)

Sister Silver (Sister Christian oh the time has come - no, jk - June 13)

Happy Early Birthday to my Grandpa Manta (June 26).

So those are the birthday wishes to my family members (of course those aren't their real names, but whatever).

That's it for now.

BBQ's and Movies

Yes, with school over, a lot of my friends not living around me, a house can get boring pretty fast. Yesterday, however, my neighborhood held a barbeque with a jumping house, a lot of food, and a lot of people. I wish I had this type of neighborhood when I was younger. I couldv'e totally ruled the bouncy house! Now, I just watched Sweetie in the bouncy house, I ate some food, and I had to change my green shirt. Bugs were crawling all over me!

I'm at the library right now. I checked out three books (even though I still didn't finish Dracula - I don't think I will), and the more important things, three DVD'S!

I checked out Doomsday again! Here's the poster and the trailer:





I also checked out Sin City,





and Save the Last Dance.





I checked out Doomsday 'cause I wanted to watch it again, I checked out Sin City 'cause I heard it was totally kickass, and I checked out Save the Last Dance for two reason (or three): One, I heard it's a good dance flick (unlike Step Up - that was really boring), two, it has romance, and three (this might be a little racist), it has a biracial romance. I don't know what's up with me, but for some reason, I love biracial romances. They are just so awesome. Maybe it's because they're not as accepted, and that just makes them more awesome. Okay so whatever.

I watched the Spirit and I have to say, I was really disappointed. I thought it was gonna be one of those movies that the critics didn't like, but I would like, but I guess that's not the case. I didn't really hate it, I just didn't like it that much. It felt like the 60's all over again, except not as cheesey and with a really awesome filming style. I was expecting so much more, and well... it just fell flat. Like the first Fantastic 4 movie.

I also watched Night at the Museum 2 in theaters. It was way better than the first one, and the first one was not that bad. This was more funny (they actually made fun of 300!) and it was more epic. I just thought it was a satisfying movie (think Doomsday, but funnier and definitely not as sickening to the stomach). You should see it in theaters. It's pretty awesome.

I got to go. I didn't even get to work on my fanfic (which a lot of people are liking - one person favorited it and one person suscribed to it! WHOOT!). Oh well.

Btw, Pearle, tell me what you think of the first chapter. And you too, Silver! If you guys liked it, it's just gonna get better. I know it will. CYA!

Last Day of School (and other important stuff [like some sad stuff :( ] )

First of all, I need to report some sad news. Affie left. For until at least October. Into the Middle East. In really hot weather in really uncomfortable suits. I really miss him right now. The house is emptier without him.

Second, today was my last day of school. And it was a happy day.

It was a half day, with an easy final exam. Then I went home. Then I got to watch one of my favorite movies. And it was a happy one. Enchanted! I love that movie. Then I got to babysit some kids (I shall call one Topher (a boy) and one Sweetie (a girl)). All in all, they behaved really well. They were so cute and kind and they just made my day. I even got to play poker with Topher and draw a beanstalk (a big one) with Sweetie. I babysat them for three hours. And to top it off, I got $30.

So yeah, it was an awesome day today.

And I just want to talk about a movie that is totally underrated and totally awesome (actually, two movies). One is Equilibrium. A movie with a sad beginning, a sad middle, yet a kickass and satisfying ending, this movie is about a society that is not allowed to feel. You have to take drugs that make you not feel. If you don't take these drugs, then you are persecuted. You also can't have anything that might draw forth emotion, such as paintings, records, and yes, even puppies. There was this one scene where they found a group of puppies and starting shooting them. Okay, so the main guy (played by Christian Bale! SQUEE!) is a cop who persecutes people with emotion. Then he accidentally breaks one of his little dosage thingies and starts to feel. He doesn't bother to get a replacement dosage. He then decides to bring the whole city down so people can actually feel again. He. Is. So. HOT! That movie is so awesome. You have to watch it.

The second movie is a more recent one. This one's called Doomsday. This one's has a sad beginning, not as sad middle, and an equally kick ass ending. It's really bloody, it gets really disgusting, yet it is so awesome. It's so satisfying. It doesn't leave you feeling disappointed (ahem, The Spirit, take note of this). Look this one up yourself. I don't feel like explaining.

One more thing, is Death Valley located on the California/Nevada border? I know it is, I just need to make sure. Does it touch the coastline (no) ? So yeah. That's it.

Weird. What would Secret Societies and David Carradine have to do with each other?

Apparently, they might have everything to do with each other. According to the URL down below, he might've been murdered because of his interest in secret societies. What do you think? Click on the link below and tell me what you think.


InfoWars: Was he or wasn't he?

Another question I have is: If he was, was he the only one? Oh yeah they said it was an "accident". Pshaw.

So if I kiss a girl and like it, will I get famous too?

I mean, obviously, I can, because that's what Katy Perry did. She's EVERYWHERE! And she has no talent whatsoever. She looks almost exactly like Zooey Deschanel, who is an awesome actress and she sings WAY better than Katy Perry. So why is Katy Perry getting all the press instead of the lovely Zooey Deschanel?

That is a question that will probably remain unanswered. Unfortunately.