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Irina, the mentally challengingly awsome!

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[07 Apr 2006|10:28pm]

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mood

quixotic

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I figured that If I update a lot now I wont have to later.
my foot Is asleep.
today is a day and tomorrow might not make it.
oh well.

black olives in his eyes
are spinning round and round
they spin so fast
I hit the ground.

tangerines inside her cheeks
are dancing on her face
they'll disappear
without a trace

disgrace

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Lisa's making me update

[07 Apr 2006|09:33pm]

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mood

confused

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so I guess I do update on a yearly basis. so what?
hello, all of my slightly neglected porcupines!
So... how art thouest doeth nowest?
man...everything moves so quickly on the outside...I'm morte lost then ever!

my brain enjoys it's yearly meltdown, which seems to be a little early this year.
Oh well...
so I guess I moght do this again some time.
if not, I'll see you in another year!

Bye-Bye!

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	[04 Mar 2005\|08:18pm]
1. Total amount of music files on your computer? not sure. most are my brother's 2. The last cd you bought was... I dont buy CDs. I steal them from my brother 3. What was the last song you listened to before reading this message? Hey You by Pink Floyd. twice. 4. Write down five songs you often listen to or mean a lot to you. 1. Call of Ktulu by Metallica (especially the version that they play with the San Fransisco Orchestra.) 2. The Wall Part II (we don't need no education) by Pink Floyd. 3. Phantom Of the Opera by Nightwish. well technically not by them, but they do a mighty good job of making it sound very phanto-of-the-opera-ee 4. The Trooper by Iron Maiden cause its just so awsome like that. 5. Withered Hands by the band that is unnamed yet though I am a part of it. btw, if anyone can think of a good name, let me know. please. 5. What new music are you really excited for in the coming year so far? I don't know. ours, I hope. or someone who can actually play. not just chords. 6. What 5 people are you going to pass this baton to and why? Inna, christopher columbus (that's you chris), wendy, becca, lisa (cause Im evil.
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[08 Jan 2005|08:20am]

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depressed

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im alive.

kind of.

bye.

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[21 Oct 2004|08:09pm]

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cold

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I feel cold. There are shivers running up and down my spine. My toes feel numb and every time I bend them I feel the pain of bits and needles prickling away at my feet so I stop doing that. I try to worm up, but I don’t have a blanket handy so I just sit there, thinking, trying to will my blood into my body. It seems like such an easy task-just do some jumping jacks or go and get a blanket-but I refuse to get up. As I sit in my chair, toes slowly turning blue, arms covered in goose-bumps, I try to think of something positive, something warm, but nothing comes to mind. As my back tenses up I do nothing to stop it. It starts to spontaneously spasm in short and quick attempts to warm my body, but I don’t think its working. The spasms stop as spontaneously as they had started and I continue sitting in my chair. A strong shiver makes a complete round through my body from legs down then back up to my arms and finally to my brain. The phone rings and I do not answer because that would mean that I have to move. I can feel my heart beating slowly and steadily, as if not to waste valuable energy on anything that isn’t absolutely necessary. I give up. I don’t think I will ever feel warmth again.

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[21 Oct 2004|07:53pm]

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mysterious

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I don’t deserve to be here, in this room with no lights, and you talking to me from the darkness. Why am I here? I’m better than this, aren’t I? I’m not even sure any more. I thought I was and here I am back in this room. The lights are turned out. You talk to me from the darkness. What are you saying, you perfect stranger with no face? What are you hiding in the darkness? Most importantly, why are you here? Why do you want to be here? What is it that you whisper to me from afar that makes you sound so close? I don’t know you and yet here I am, and there you are. What ever you do don’t turn the lights on.

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	[18 Oct 2004\|05:56pm]
mmmmmmmmm...bacon rings...the best invention EVER! (I guess ill have to make one myself then. hm.)
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	[18 Oct 2004\|05:56pm]
mmmmmmmmm...bacon rings...the best invention EVER! (I guess ill have to make one myself then. hm.)
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If you could fly how high would you

[05 Oct 2004|06:14pm]

if you could fly how high would you? by mmm_fire
the schooling place	high school
the job	prostitute
the money (per month)	$4,196
how long it took you to get there (in years)	10
marital status	boyfriend/girlfriend
kids	10
dwelling	shack
the motor vehicile	convertible
ussername
age

Quiz created with MemeGen!

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	[30 Sep 2004\|09:38pm]
The wretched King Minos has decided your fate. His tale wraps around his body 7 times. The sweet light no longer strikes against your eyes. Your shade has been banished to... the Seventh Level of Hell! Seventh Level of Hell -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level. http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test2.mv
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	[29 Sep 2004\|06:38pm]
yay! I got my locker and now I can lock things in my locker. It's fun unless you lock it and then it doesn't unlock and then you have to get Mr Zell (ugh) shirevs in disgust and give up 50 cents of your lunch money and then you can't get any lunch because it all costs $1.50 and you just gave away fifty cents and there is nothing good for a dollar(not like there's anything good for $1.50 iether) just to get a book that you probably wont even use but you have to have it, otherwise you will get marked down in cooperations and we can't have that now can we. fortunately that hasn't happened to me yet, but you never know... Irina the Mental and the Odd
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[26 Sep 2004|08:30pm]

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mood

anxious

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follow the rainbow to neverland
there is no better place,
beyond the rainbow to neverland
you'll find your perfect place.
if you believe in the neverland
the rainbow will be yours.
if you discover the neverland
you'll always stay on course.

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	[21 Sep 2004\|09:59pm]
I just wanted to say that I'm sorry For all that I may have done. As I tried to write a story, I just wanted to bask in the sun. But the sun is only for those Who cannot be left without fire And I'm trying to give back the rose As I try to suppress my desire. I'm just trying to say that I'm sorry For all that I may have done. Let me step away from the glory. Let me step away from the gun.
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story thingy continued: part II	[20 Sep 2004\|08:07pm]
As I grew older, and memories were lost, I grew more dimmed from all of which have died. I now no longer care for what has been, no longer cared for those who did not speak. I tried to care, oh no I really did; I lay there thinking of those moans for three whole nights. But I no longer cared, and carelessness was fatal. Three centuries removed before I died. And slowly as I lay encompassed in my bed, the thoughts and memories fled to a dark oblivion. And truthful gory changed to jolly myth. About the hollowed oak trees that had dared not speak. And as the cheerful myths played dead inside my mind, I realized that I no longer cared. Three centuries removed before I died. And as the shadow of those hollowed souls declined to haunt me in my restless sleep, I barely just imagined life as life. It was no longer death which I beseeched. And as my dreams became quite better yet, I almost saw my mother in the woods. She gathered wood to light the hardened stone beneath the hollowed oaks that would not speak. “Do not go deeper into the woods!” I cried. But all in vein, for deeper yet she went. She traveled on, the path that I took once, and never after seemed returned yet whole. She just pressed on like velvet on her lips, the beauty mark she had before she bore me. Three centuries removed before I died.
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story: Part I

[19 Sep 2004|04:27pm]

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artistic

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Three centuries removed before I died, I had a vision of the hollowed oak tree in the forest. It was alive and dead, could talk but would say nothing. It was a time to talk of fairies, demons, and ancient riddles and, above all, of the times well spent. No one could blame you for the memories that flooded through the gates of a tormented mind at the end of the day. No one had to know that every time you closed your eyes you saw the bleeding hearts of those around you. It was just a myth. Along with the fairies and the dragons in the forest beneath the hollowed oak that would not speak.

It was an ancient time, a time before the dead, when everyone could fall apart and yet they still lived on. But by the time that anger took its toll and made you look an old and withered man, you could not speak or move at all; a hollowed oak tree in the forest. How could one live to see the day of such great happiness and sorrow for those who lived and could not speak I do not know.

One afternoon, one shameless, haunting afternoon I never will forget. It was the second time that I have seen the village of where the oak trees lived and did not speak. I traveled for tree days and nights without the comforts of lodging and as I saw the smoke curl up above a house I almost have rejoiced. I saw however that the smoke was not from just a chimney. And every house did seem to be afire!

I quickly did run down to see the problem. It seemed as though one house was lit by lantern in the barn and quickly passed the blazing torch around from house to house. I never will forget the memory of hollowed oak trees that were now ablaze. They moaned so horridly, those trees who would not speak. And as I try to sleep at night I hear them moaning in the darkness of my mind.

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Childhood Lost-and-Found	[19 Sep 2004\|01:57pm]
Hello Life, I hold a gun to your head as I throw a warning in your face; I want my childhood back. I know you have it. I know because it was you who so recklessly tore it from my heart. But no. I do not want the childhood that i had, that you took and cast into a dusty corner of your room covered in webs and grime. No. I want one that can let me be carefree, just like a five-year-old should be. I don't want to care about what people think. I do not want them to tell me what they think of me, my hopes, my dark desires. I just want to be happy. about everything. about nothing. about you.
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	[19 Sep 2004\|01:15pm]
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mmmmmmm...apple

[13 Aug 2004|10:00pm]

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mood

chocolatey

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Apples that got a little squished:

they look like cookies...

they taste like cookies...

heck, they even smell like cookies...

but they are "apples."

delicious, chocolate-chipped apples.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

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Strawbewry milkshake	[29 Mar 2004\|08:37pm]
you take some strawberries, cut them up into little tiny-winy pieces, pour sour cream (make sure it's not spoiled) over it in a cup, sprinkle sugar as needed, and stab with spoon untill it gains a nice rosey color. tthen proceed to eat as desired!
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hello again

[29 Mar 2004|07:39pm]

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mood

crazy

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wow!

I haven't updated in a while.

I guess too much stuff to go on line and stuff. my birthday was on the 16th (yeay!) The party was on the 20th and it was fun:

we finished off the jumbo box of pixi stix I got at Smart and Final within 3 hours of the party. There were about 20-25 people in my room, laying on top of each other in the dark and just talking. it was nice, except that Sean, tall crazy irishman with long blond hair, kept coming in and turning the lights on every 10 minutes!

While we were still at a high from the pixiness, we maneged to set a new record for how many people can fit into our kid house(one of those tiny plastic ones). we maneged to fit 8 people! Then, I ended up "meeting" someone who I kinda already knew, but not in that way. (heheh!)

Dina got me a rat whom I named Pinkie, with the refference to the show "The Pinkie and the Brain", which was cancelled for some strange reason :(

Pinkie: what are we doing tonight?

Brain: Same thing we do every night Pinky: try to take over the world!

But as far as mice dominating the world, the whole thing was very fun. I was just a little sad that not everybody could make it. :(

Other than that, I'm HAPPY! Me depressed no more! well, cuttos to all of you. over and out.

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Irina

PS: My mutant army of happy faces will take over the world!!!!!!!! ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Bye

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