Willow's Whispers

willowdancer — Thu, 13 Jan 2005 12:53:17 GMT

Love to all!

willowdancer — Sat, 25 Dec 2004 08:14:08 GMT

LOL I got a Potato of Doom for Christmas...

Weirdest present yet.

willowdancer — Fri, 24 Dec 2004 00:55:32 GMT

If there is at least one person in your life whom you consider a close friend, and whom you would not have met without the internet, post this sentence in your journal.

It's all so quieet

willowdancer — Sun, 12 Dec 2004 03:33:28 GMT

doodooodooodooodooobidooo

It's aaaalll so stilllll doodooodooodooodoodooobidooo....
Wonder where everyone is these days.

echo? echo echo echo echo

mmmnneeerrg! Tempted to take dad out to the German Market today and get us something tasty there :)

willowdancer — Wed, 24 Nov 2004 08:11:21 GMT

:D

:D
I FRIGGIN PASSED!

Parents Night

willowdancer — Wed, 17 Nov 2004 23:49:19 GMT

Maths: Fine, good in fact.... despite that bad test result, my homework says some good stuff about me, and she thinks being ill the day of the test has a lot to do with the 53% as my average homework grade is 92%

English: Shite, apparently I get the wrong end of the stick more often than the right one. My essay writing is okay though.

French: "Outstanding" but then... once she gets an idea of someone into her head... and she;s liked me since first year when I asked to be moved from the 'popular' table to the losers' table, to go befriend Laura. (nevermind that it was for my own sake more than Laura's.)

History teacher wanted to leave early, and since mum was too mentally unsound to pop in with me early I had to give that one a miss. I'm quite satisfied with my grades for history though.

willowdancer — Mon, 01 Nov 2004 15:29:32 GMT

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php

From teh Bwiel

willowdancer — Wed, 27 Oct 2004 05:04:00 GMT

1. Tell me one thing you love about me.

2. Tell me two things you love about yourself.

3. Look through the comments ~ when you see someone you know, tell them three things you love about them.

4. Do this in your journal so I can tell you what I love about YOU - and if you've already done it, tell me so, so that I can go back and give you some love.

willowdancer — Mon, 25 Oct 2004 23:34:58 GMT

hate going to school when it's still dark

Ballet

willowdancer — Mon, 11 Oct 2004 08:31:07 GMT

I just can't be bothered. It's losing its appeal because I'm dancing so often.

heehee

willowdancer — Sat, 02 Oct 2004 09:44:16 GMT

What the shit?!?!?!? Apparently this is a CAT!....
... I want one. If you were pondering a birthday present for me..... I want that one.

willowdancer — Thu, 30 Sep 2004 11:13:38 GMT

Also got another parcel today :D

I could get used to this.. mmmm :)

Am I allowed to open it, mia-Bwiela, or do I have to wait until my birthday?

willowdancer — Mon, 27 Sep 2004 00:18:24 GMT

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALISON!

My hobbity friend is aallll almost, not-quite-never-will-be grown up :D Remember those ballet days, yeaaaars ago, when you were knee high to a grasshopper?
You're still just as adorable :D

Oooh you are soooo getting a hugging today :D:D:D:D

willowdancer — Tue, 21 Sep 2004 09:06:09 GMT

You Librans may now begin to feel that a long-term phase of inner growth is coming to an end. This may be tied to the end of summer, but it's more than just a seasonal change. Your positive thinking can be transformed into rewarding action. Inner-directed fantasy turns outward toward social activities as your needs shift. Watch yourself go into action but don't overextend or you'll soon regret taking on too much.

Yep, yep, yep, and it's looking unavoidable.
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This song is on loop in my head. I'm not sure if I've posted it before though:
The Killers- All These Things That I've done.

When there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
One more son
If you can hold on
If you can hold on, hold on

I wanna stand up, I wanna let go
You know, you know - no you don't, you don't
I wanna shine on in the hearts of men
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand

Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection, no no no no

Help me out
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out

And when there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
These changes ain't changing me
The cold-hearted boy I used to be

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
...

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

Over and out, last call for sin
While everyone's lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I've done
All these things that I've done
If you can hold on
If you can hold on

willowdancer — Tue, 14 Sep 2004 09:43:47 GMT

The weeks ahead present you with situations that seem beyond your control, but may actually be connected with aspects of your inner self that need expression at this time in your life. Look inside to see what your role is in the obstacles that you are facing. Don't be too hard on yourself. Sometimes we all get in our own way. This is your chance to shine the light on your own shadows in order to free yourself from the binding chains of circumstances.

*pout*

willowdancer — Fri, 10 Sep 2004 06:19:35 GMT

I survived another week of school.
Unbelievable.

willowdancer — Fri, 03 Sep 2004 05:08:33 GMT

Leave a comment with your name if you want to know what I really think of you, and I’ll reply and tell you. No lies, all honesty.

from the Bwiel

willowdancer — Sun, 22 Aug 2004 23:27:52 GMT

Comment with anything that you want on this entry, and post it anonymously if you wish. anything; a secret, a confession, a fear, a love, your opinion about me -- anything. be sure to post anonymously and honestly. then (if you have one as well) put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say.

no I.P. logimuss.

willowdancer — Sat, 14 Aug 2004 04:38:35 GMT

Today feels like it's gonna be a good day. I woke up at a niice decent time, after a good night, to find a lil' parcel waiting for me downstairs, and a £20 check. The parcel was more exciting but err... moneeyy monneey. I goot a new boook *sings* Just need to finish off the last 30 pages of the last book first. Hopped into the shower and my favourite boppy song came on. Now I'm going out for the day, to live up the remainer of my holiday.

Hope you're having a good day wherever you are, and that if you're not, this guy'll cheer you up.

His name is Dave... and he's a dude. He is currently the property of the Beard Dude, but I wants him!

Dude... it's a mouse! Awww I loves him! Everybody say 'awwww' :D

Music

willowdancer — Tue, 25 May 2004 03:26:53 GMT

Buggery. Can't do this damn subject. I can't even tell whether something's in major, or minor key. I used to know, but I've lost it. I think I must be deaf to it now. As for chord changes.. ARRGGHHH!

Calm down Nic, it doesn't matter....

*whines* but I want 8 1s! Everyone has to be shite at something I suppose.

ARRGHHH CADENCES! The price I pay for not putting in any effort I guess. Dangit.

willowdancer — Thu, 01 Apr 2004 04:01:25 GMT

I've found out who did it now, for definate. She gave an excuse. It was unacceptable. When she admitted it, I just walked away. That is the last contact I will ever have with her.

I am still angry. There is still a lot to sort out.

willowdancer — Mon, 15 Mar 2004 15:39:23 GMT

Say what you want anonymously, if you want...

willowdancer — Thu, 05 Feb 2004 23:43:05 GMT

This is just a great song for cheering people up. The lyrics are a bit shite, but the funny accent they're sung in makes up for it. I'd rather post the actual music here, but alas this little puter-stupid willow can't really do that.

Diamonds and Guns- The Transplants

bombs going off in Sierra Leone
taken more shots than Karl Malone
Battle looms, your doom, injustice entombed
Who got the diamonds? Who gonna find them?
Who gonna mine them, when the time comes?
Diamonds and Guns, Diamonds and Guns.

[chorus:]
It's a wicked world that we live in
It's cruel and unforgiving
It's a wicked world that we live in
It's cruel and unforgiving

Knock, knock, knock, who's that? It's Momma, son
Lookin' for the bitch who took the money and run
Now the daylight's gone and there's no more fun
And who's the fuckin' bitch who stole all the heroin?
Heroin, heroin, it's all gone
Smoked it all up, and now you got none
And now you look around and that's not the plan
This is not what you had in mind

I shot in heaven, now I cry
No one lives forever, in fact we all die
From those who bust shots to those who stuff cops
To those who serve rocks on all the hard blocks

Every last soul must pay the last toll
In the dice game of life, who gets the last roll?
Is it the one with the suit? The one with the sack?
The one who hides behind his fuckin' gun and his badge?
Negative outlook? Well that's how I'm livin'
And like he said, it's a wicked world we live in
It's a wicked world we live in

I'm wiggin out, flippin' out, heart is what I'm rippin' out
I'm slippin' out, I'm dippin' out, killin's what I'm livin' out
Pick 'em, let me pick 'em out, spin and let me whip it out
Gat to your face with the fuckin' bullets stickin' out
Missin' out, diss and bout, blood's what you're pissin' out
84 I'm Crazy Horse, shootin' up, I'm illin' out
Rippin' out, I'm trippin' out, different now, I'm pimpin' out
any color at my belt and ouch while they're clippin out
Criminal I'm hittin' out, in L.A. no gettin' out
2 1 3, pack your P, fly wicked style
Listen now, I'm sinnin' out, a 6-pack I'm sippin' out

[Chorus]

willowdancer — Thu, 22 Jan 2004 05:14:39 GMT

Hmmmmm need to start learning from my mistakes and stop letting Fred the courtyard cat into my house. I felt sorry for him, because he was all meowsy and acted the gentleman in walking me to my door. Buuuut he is a bit of a fatty and I'm not so great at lifting animals (scared of hurting them). I chased him about the house a bit, but when I reached down to pick him up, the little fatty decided to lie down. Grrf... finally managed to chuck him out. Poor little squidgeling.

beginning to think I'm a bit of a cat person..

fuckit

willowdancer — Tue, 20 Jan 2004 12:08:18 GMT

what am I?
what am I?
what am I?
what am I?
what am I?
what am I?
what am I?
what am I?

goodbye little promise. it was pointless even trying. there's no reason in it.