rarely updated

mmm_fire @ 2006-04-07T22:28:00

2006-04-08T05:35:08Z

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

Lisa's making me update

2006-04-08T04:42:12Z

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!

mmm_fire @ 2005-03-04T20:18:00

2005-03-05T04:33:54Z

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.

hi

2005-01-08T16:22:31Z

im alive.

kind of.

bye.

mmm_fire @ 2004-10-21T20:09:00

2004-10-21T20:11:04Z

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.

mmm_fire @ 2004-10-21T19:53:00

2004-10-21T19:54:35Z

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.

mmm_fire @ 2004-10-18T17:56:00

2004-10-18T18:06:56Z

mmmmmmmmm...bacon rings...the best invention EVER!
(I guess ill have to make one myself then. hm.)

mmm_fire @ 2004-10-18T17:56:00

2004-10-18T18:06:49Z

mmmmmmmmm...bacon rings...the best invention EVER!
(I guess ill have to make one myself then. hm.)

If you could fly how high would you

2004-10-05T18:15:21Z

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!

mmm_fire @ 2004-09-30T21:38:00

2004-09-30T21:39:00Z

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

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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

mmm_fire @ 2004-09-29T18:38:00

2004-09-29T18:51:44Z

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

mmm_fire @ 2004-09-26T20:30:00

2004-09-26T20:35:51Z

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.

mmm_fire @ 2004-09-21T21:59:00

2004-09-21T22:06:34Z

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.

story thingy continued: part II

2004-09-20T20:07:46Z

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.

story: Part I

2004-09-19T16:27:10Z

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.

Childhood Lost-and-Found

2004-09-19T14:05:33Z

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.

mmm_fire @ 2004-09-19T13:15:00

2004-09-19T13:16:43Z

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mmmmmmm...apple

2004-08-13T22:05:06Z

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.

Strawbewry milkshake

2004-03-29T20:43:13Z

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!

hello again

2004-03-29T19:54:59Z

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

day of the Mon

2004-03-01T21:35:27Z

today went strangely fast for a monday. plus, my backpack was supper light. trust me, I ain't complaining, but that's a little wierd, don't you think?
PreHR: got to school 2 minutes before bell the 1st. hung out at entrace de cafeteria.
HR: Lincoln still not here. HE-HE-HE. maybe she got fired or quit or died or somethin?
Period the 1st, AKA French 1: watched L'homme au Masque le Fer (Man in the Iron Mask). you ask me how it is? well I keep telling you: Je ne sais pas!
Nutritiony thingy: went to cafeteria, said hi to people to whome hi was not said before.
Period the 2nd, AKA PE: went to the park. had to run. killed my day. evil fresh cut grash mixed with cold air iritates lungs...can't breath...h-h-he-elp!
Lunch: ate dilicious sandwhich made by moi, for moi. Amelia stoel part of sandwhich. sandwhich good. Amelia bad. sandwhich comes with ham, cheese, chicken, and different type of cheese. why to they call it a sandwich. I get the sand part because of the bread, but was meat evil in the old days or something?
Period the 3rd, AKA Painting: painted blocks of decreasing intensity on a piese of paiper wich squares on it. watched Strongbad cartoons on the internet.
Period the 6th, AKA chemistry: had a surprize assembly. motivational speaker surprizingly good. said goodbye to Amelia while Chris waited to ask question of the surprizingly good motivational speeker.

left to bus. dad pick me up in not our car because our car in shop for two days.
did homework in 30 mins (new record for when I actually do ALL of my homework!)

Saturday, the Crazy Day

2004-02-29T11:31:14Z

Wow! that was a crazy Saturday. It was completely and fully filled with stuff with not a moment to spare for stuff like homework or talking. I had to get up at 8:00am and got home at 1:30am

First, I had to go to Russian christian school (Ugh!). good thing the history teacher wasn't there, cuz I didn't do my homework. Then my brother picked me up and we went to my grandma's house. my brother and my dad left to Guitar Center to look for a base for my brother and a birthday present for me! (I think that I'm getting this really awesome keyboardy thingy that is portable and has a ton of sounds and you can make new sound and you can sing off key and have it sing for you in tune to what you're playing. All I'll have to do is learn how to use it and I'l be having so much fun that I might burst of something.). While they were gone, I had to get dressed and make myself look older because I had to sneak into a bar later.

But for now, me and my brother just went to band rehearsal which was very fun and stuff. I learned a new song called "A Brave New World." and we also practiced a lot of other songs and stuff. Then, we all went to the bar because we were supposed to support a band that was playing there because they were planning on supporting us when we were going to play there next Saturday. (By the way, if any of you are 21 and over or just have a fake I.D. and you like music by Iron Maiden, you should come by. We're going to be preforming at the Stardust Club on Saturday, March 6th from 9pm-1am. The address is 7643 Firestone Blvd. Downey, 90242. There will be no cover charge, a full bar and pool tables).

The security guard at the front of the bar wouldn't let me in just because I didn't have an I.D., so I we all had to wait for Sebestian, our drummer, to show up because he has connections. He talked to the manager and he said that I could come in as long as I would sit right next to the back door, which was right next to the stage, and if the cops would come I would have had to dash through the door and wait there until my brother came to get me. NO cops came, though. It was very fun.

Before we could go home, however me and my Brother had to pick up his girlfriend, Masha, and her friend , Julia, from the movie theater at the Grove. Mind you, it was already 12:00am. They were supposed to come out when we called them, but we couldnt reach them. their phones were out of service or something. when Masha finally looked at her phone and saw that she had like 700 missed calls, she finally called my brother, at almost 1:00 am. We dropped of her friend because she lived nearby, and then my brother dropped me off at my house. I drank a full glass of water because I was dehydrated all day ( probably all the booze and no water). I went to bed and fell asleep almose immediatley.

That was the longest Saturday I've had in a while.

Billy

2004-02-27T18:50:03Z

As some of you may know, I have a leprechaun. His name is Billy. He's sometimes mean and sometimes nice. You can never tell which way he's going to act because he is bipolar.

I wrote a poem about him once. It's called "THe Little Green Guy Who Whispers to Me." It goes something like this:

I know a little green guy

who whispers in my ear.

He kicks me when I'm sleeping,

and drinks all of my beer.

He tells me when to burn things,

he tells me when to lie,

and laugh at all the people

who sit around and cry.

He eats all of my homework,

he laughs when I fall down.

He kicks me in my ass all day

and makes me wanna frown.

Satan' getting very jealous:

He cast me down to hell.

These damn antidepressants

aren't working very well.

I'm still in hell as I might say

to pay for all my sins,

and I'm just glad the tranquilizers

started kicking in...

Well, you can already see that he's a real bad-boy. but what you don't know yet is that he's also very sexy. Billy's a real mean lean sex machine!

So all you available ladies give him a call at: (323) 555- LEPR!

The week is OVER!

2004-02-20T21:54:46Z

Finally! the long, endless, boring week of school is boring and I can now enjoy the WEEKEND!
Today wasn't as bad as the other days of the week though. my homeroom teacher, evil Lincoln, didn't show up again. She's been absent for about two weeks now (we have a few theories on that. you see, she was either hit by an eighteen-wheeler and badly injured, terribly sick, or maybe, and hopefully, was put in a mental institution where she belongs!).
In addition, three more of my teachers were absent on this beautiful, but rainy, friday. my French teacher, Mr. Soley, got sick (as he likes to put it "It was a scandole`!"). my Chemistry teacher, Mrs. Haskin was also overtaken by the big bad bug that's going around. my math teacher, Mr Wilson, wasn't there either. I think he might have just not shown up in the spirit of the whole "getting sick" thingy.
Anyway, the only teacher that did show up was my painting teacher, Mr. Slattery, who doesn't really care about what we do as long as we turn something in on time.
So, today went by like a breeze. The White Russian I brought to school today seemed to help too. I hope that some of these teachers are absent next week as well. Doing nothing all day feels SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO good!

MESO HYPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2004-02-17T21:31:42Z

I'M SO HYPER, I'M SO HYPER, I'M SO HYPER, NEEDS TO DO STUFF ME NO KNOW WHAT DO NOW HUH?
sorry, I'm just a little HYPER!