Name:Vannalyn Country:United States State:California Birthday:3/15/1989 Gender:Female
Interests:ummmmm....writing poems, watching tv, sleeping, laughing, and....that's about it. Expertise:writing?..giving advice?..oh! and not getting mad. Occupation:Student
I'm now in love with the band Placebo. I've rediscovered their music, and i like it alot so if you like indie/goth ch-ch-check it out. k? ok? okay? but they've got a lot of anger, drugs and death on their lyrics.
Lyrics to the song EVERY YOU EVERY ME
---Sucker love is heaven sent You pucker up, our passion’s spent My hearts a tart your body’s rent My body’s broken yours is spent
Carve your name into my arm Instead of stressed I lie here charmed Cause there’s nothing else to do Every me and every you ....
etc....
anyway, i'm leaving for the philippines today. I have learned a lot this year. I remember looking back last year when i was getting ready to leave, my xanga entry here. wow. i even remember the pics and song that i had on my site.
this year was a blast in the way that i kept on forwarding on life's path. met and got to know so much people that happen to have left such impression on me.
what's interesting is that i dont think i drifted further away from any friend that i had made freshmen year. this year made the bonds stronger. :) i'm glad for that.
i'll try to update as much as i can guys, so not to worry. i bet there'll be some pictures in there too. lol
soooo. i'll be going now, and i love you all, especially some of you reading this. and you know who you are. take good care of yourselves now, and don't be a stranger when i come back!!!
My flight is tonight at 10 but i leave here at 5:30. care to leave me some comments and messages of encouragement and best of wishes?
yes, i am eternally condemned to hours and hours of work. well- not work work, but stuff.
yes indeed. monday consists of dance practice after school for the dance concert. and then tuesday is the 4 1/2 hour long AP history test. oh great joy. :mad:
now, if only i can excuse myself from work tomorrow and go to the bonfire at bolsa chica, but nooo. things don't work out!
argh! $#!+.......argh!
summer summer summer. o how i long for you. psh.
there are alot of you who share my pain, i know. lol
so, i was just thinking of how i hadn't written anything for a while now, and boom, this idea hits me.-
---was inspired by a weird dream.
Maybe it was the way you stared at me when i told you my story past the buried forgotten pieces i wished to defy. As vague as i told it, it seemed to have made a mark on your heart, and embraced your tired and lonely soul. And you wondered what i was thinking at the moment when i heard yours, you poured it all out, and i tried to patch the holes of your decaying facade and unveiled the meaning it wrote across the foggy skies.
Maybe it was the lights from the room across the street that illuminated your face as we sat in the dark watching another scene that existed only in our minds. The voices that i had heard, whispers that danced with the song that our pulses created. It was a lullaby but it awakened some yearning, a longing that i had possessed.
Past the labyrinths of the city and the mazes of its dreams, i had built a bridge that replaced the gap you had unwillingly made. Maybe it was my dying need for a connection with a beautiful mind- yours- that left me living- like a medication- maybe an addiction- you caught my eye.
yup. going to the cemetery again tonight with Hope, Jenny, and Lauren to film the Othello project for English. fun fun fun. i went last tuesday with Hope and Jenny, and what can i say, it was eerie knowing that there are dead people below the ground that you walk on. plus it was at night, the silhouettes of the dark moon shining beyond trees upon the tombstones look like ghosts from far away.
so expect some interesting pictures, ok? lol.
Rancid- "Red Hot Moon".
Under the red hot moon take the bus downtown to the graveyard shift tonight ... One time for your mind, two times for your soul, three four, the graveyards and the money I fold. Dipped out in the city where the sun burns slow, no hope, it's a pity, I can't say no. It's not my time to go, it's not my time to die, the last thing I want is for my mother to cry. It was love at first light that very first night, things have never been the same since I took my first flight. The way I live my life, I love, I live lavish...."
ahaha. the lyrics to it talk about graveyards. how appropriate.
nypiscesgirl89
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Rancid- "Red Hot Moon". 