it's strangely the first thing thatr came to my head when i read that poem of yours.
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road. my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load. gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
tiarie414 wrote:Boo. ACL surgery tomorrow. That's not what I'm booing about. What I'm booing about is the fact I can't eat for 12 hours before I head to the hospital. *pouts*
aw man, how did you tear it? one of my friends tore both her acls, two skiing seasons in a row. good luck with it tomorrow!
Ouch, both her ACLs? That's... eww. That would hurt (stating the obvious, lol). I know a girl who went skiing once, somehow hit a tree or a prop or something, and split her left shin into quarters. And the surgery scar looks horribly disgusting!
I tore mine while playing basketball. The ball rebounded off a wall and slammed me in the back of my knee. It hurt like a bitch! (again, stating the obvious, lol. )
And thanks, Jon, for reminding me how good food is.
"if the nuremberg trials were applied to us foreign policy, every us president since 1945 would have been hanged." noam chomsky.
...and this is me hanging on / i'd burn our initials in the sun if it would shine / anxiety chokes me like razor wire / if hate's in your heart man, you'll take what you're given / wake up / i'm not the only one / it's never goodbye / go ahead and play dead / if everyone's a casualty, then take your time, there ain't no trouble / these wounds they will not heal / ambition can be a tricky thing / what the hell do i know about rape anyway? / this is not what i hoped for / ain't it so weird how it makes you a weapon / who will be there to tell me how stupid i am? / those living for death will die by their own hand / and it's me that I am spying on / pick up the pieces and live with the stars / hurry up and wait / things have never been so swell / they're always the ones who slowly drift / be great / ...and this is my world.
yeah she tore both but i mean not at once, one one year and the other the next year. she was just extremely pissed because of all the skiing she missed.
Absent Minded Guitarist wrote:So....my stomach has been bothering me all day. Its feels ok when I'm sitting still, its when I get up. Thats when It feels wierd
have you tried going to the bathroom? (NUMBER 2!!)
"the messege of this is: stay away from hott chicks"
-Liam
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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So I went in and failed my math test today. Then I went in and failed two business tests. Then I got an email saying that I had two more days to do it and study. Someone shoot me. Please. I just want to kick the bucket.
I dragged myself out of bed early today so I could get into work on time for a conference call and the stupid people forgot to call me
Open your eyes to nights and days, you close them up and float away and somehow inbetween you've got to master lying to yourself you back the cause, get out of school, you get a job, the job gets you and somehow every day you end up serving somebody else now if that ain't panic that you're feeling, then you damn well better start you can drive it into that head of yours with the hammer in your heart.
And it's alriiiiiiiight now, take the world and make it yours again.
So I went to Toronto last weekend with my family and we met my godmother and her family there too. So on Sunday me, my mum and my godmother went shopping. So we were walking down the street when I noticed a poster store and outside the store, on this little board thing was an OLP poster! I started jumping up and down and we finally went in. They had the poster and I got two of them, one for me, one for my friend. Wheeee! I was quite pleased with myself since the only place I've seen them is Ebay. Oh and it was the Clumsy-era one with all the live pics..
And the story continues.. I have a connection with Duncan! My godmother informed me that her parents' friends' son was "in that band". She said his name was "C-O something" (Coutts!) . Again, I was quite pleased...
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