Monday, October 23, 2006

i'm on at 9:52 pm yay
awww now i have to go! i will try to get on sometime! *Runs into bedroom* see-you
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Tuesday, October 17, 2006

yet a day with out school
today and yetstery we (me and my little brother) have no school. we(me) played KD all day! We flally got sora's bigghts keyblade. YAY!!!
this haved notheing to do with KD *meow said misty(my dad's cat)* Say hi to misty!






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Friday, October 13, 2006

no school for me
i just got my lorrer things on. so i'm home. I hate nickky-chan! I love no school days. I love al
al
greed
reno
let////
too! i love all of my hot guys
Ed looks like Alucard

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Thursday, October 12, 2006

i'm home
i just got on my lowwer braces on! GOD IT HARTS!!!! Ouly two out froe got what i worth on tuesday! That's sad! You guys are horrbal! I was saying that i want to die! DAM you guys!
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Tuesday, October 10, 2006

my tail
today was tarzan day at school. so i came up with that if i was a panther i would be part of the school's homecomeing week. I got a tail and cat ears. I wore bouth to school. On my way to class someone pulled off my tail. I was so pissed off. Then my ears where pulled off too. God i hate the other kids at school. that's why i so loney. cuz' other kids think thats is funnly to see someone hurt inside. over the weekend i hand a emo thougt. I want to die! no one cares about the one who has no frinds or has no guy! Just cuz i'm odd can't mean that i can be a thgart to bulling. For boys come up to me saying that thare "bud" wants to go out with me when it's a lie! my frist and last boyfrind did not care about me at all! Now i want to die!
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Monday, October 9, 2006

i'm on the cell with Mrs. Eric
You are so cool!!! *hugs cell and doll of Mrs.Eric.* Yea i loved chating with my sister-in-law (sorry it's still part of the Ed thing) so have you been in tuche with your bestist bud? I have!!!! I love all of my buds!!!! see you soon. (i don't know when i will get back on)
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Monday, September 25, 2006

Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
I love this story hear are some pics to go with this story

I'm so happy that Mrs.Elic is back *hugs Mrs.Elic doll* Yes i'm stateing a manga called Anime High. it's so much fun. will have the frist book done some time soon *i hope*
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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

look at Let ani't he cool

he is the green guy! I'm in love! heeee al is working now so i can say what ever i want to say so is Reno. I love my Let
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Monday, September 18, 2006

guat ga warui desu (i feel sick)
WOW that worked good. Uh i'll be rigth back. *barf "yuk" BARF* that halped a bit. *runs back to the bathroom*BARF*. Owwww watashi wa guat ga warui desu. waka ri masen wa guat ga warui desu. (i don't understand why i feel sick). Genki desku now. (i feel fine). sorry about the japanese just now. i gave you what i was saying if you don't know japanese. tell me what other toughing you spake in. look it's my new boyfrind.
aint' he hot!!!
*hindes from Al* *Al finds me* *Al crys* i'm sorry sweet hart! i'm really sorry! It's just he was left out (so was Loz) so I tolled him that if he don't cry i'll be his-
stop it i don't want to hear your lies!
Baby please forgve me. *works the puppy eye*
all right just keep him out of my room.
But it's my room to.
*Al runs off* Tonight is pizza Al!
sorry Al was being just a little bit mean! I got to find him so look at this he is my genius!

I like this one


poor Reno
I found him. i'm sorry Al he is not my boyfrind no more.
That's ok me and Reno came to a aghemt.
*tich* *takes out big gun from Vincent pounts gun at Al and fires missing Al by a fuw mms. *Al wets sulf* *Al and Reno run*
so Vincent do you think i went overbord?
HELL YEA * i look down* * a small pudal is at Vincent's feet*
o.....k
My emo named Loz


run Cloud run

run fast


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Sunday, September 17, 2006

me and my little bro are dead

see we died of this
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