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08:35pm 13/07/2005
 
mood: bored
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Oh Micheal, Micheal, why can't you see? That you + me = ecstasy!   
05:19pm 12/01/2005
 
mood: amused
I would sincerely like to recommend math tutoring to everyone and anyone, even if you aren't having troubles with your math. Especially if your math tutor is a foxy grade twelve with glasses! And he's been seen wearing a sweater vest!! That's two out of three! All we need to do now is wrangle him into a pair of short pants, and he'll have become the perfect guy!

Hahaha, oh god, it was so funny. Our eyes would lock as we discussed trig ratios. His knee kept touching my thigh as he leaned in to look over right-angle triangles. Our hands brushed as we both reached for the calculator. Love and variable equations were in the air. Oh, he SAID "Y=x-155." But I knew he meant, "Take me! Take me now, Sarah!" The only fly in my ointment is that after our session ended (Although he did stay fifteen minutes extra with me..) he beat it the hell outta there pretty quickly. My only hope is that he couldn't control his raging passion for me and had to leave before he tossed aside the graph sheets and made wild love to me on the desks. Well come on, who'd wanna do it in front of Mr. Kwecien? Plus, there's the age difference, so he's probably having an inner struggle with himself right now. "No, I mustn't -it would be wrong! But how could something so wrong feel so good?"

Yeah. I'm sure that's how it's going down. *nods knowledgeably*

He gave me a high-five today after we solved a really complicated triangle. We worked ourselves into a frenzy, and couldn't contain ourselves when we discovered that RS = 45m! You should've seen the sparks of sexual tension fly. And come on, everyone knows that's like almost second base!! Anyone wanna touch my Micheal hand? Anyone? Anyone?
 
     

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05:55pm 07/01/2005
  The C.I.A. confiscated my peripheral vision goggles, so I can't see much of anything, let alone an abstract concept.  
     

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05:00pm 13/12/2004
  It terrified me; because I tried to look out of my window and see the sky, but all I could see was cement.  
     

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Damaged goods.   
11:25pm 11/12/2004
  I have a bruise on my upper thigh. It looks soft and sad, and makes me feel like a bruised peach.  
     

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Liar.   
05:22pm 28/11/2004
  I love the word lesbian. I wish I could call myself one, but I'm not. I'm just Sarah and I'm inbetween.  
     

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09:35pm 22/11/2004
  I don't feel well. I don't feel well at all. Stop this song please, stop this song now, please. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop. Stop it. Stop it. Why can't I make it stop? Why won't I?  
     

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07:03pm 21/11/2004
  Jesus Christ, I need a shag. Will somebody please fuck me?  
     

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Secret Admirers...   
04:28pm 14/11/2004
 
mood: happy
..Are fun to have.
 
     

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05:30pm 11/11/2004
  "She stood beside him like a rainbow braided."

-Percy Bysshe Shelley
 
     

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Snuggle up, and reach your hand under the covers...   
08:32pm 05/11/2004
 
mood: in a good way.
I'm in love with the snow. It hasn't come yet, but I'm keeping the faith. There's just something so much more magical about the cold than hot weather. All the good things come in the fall and winter. Halloween, my birthday, Christmas, and so on. Sure, I love the freedom of summer, and I love all the seasons equally, but do you ever get that tingly feeling when it starts to get warmer? No, it's a cold thing. It's funny, people associate cold with bad. The Ice Witch in children's stories, cold shoulder, cold fish, cold dead people. If I had my way, we wouldn't see the ground from November to February.
 
     

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Oh, you silly Americans...   
07:24pm 05/11/2004
  Oh dear. It seems you may have elected Bush again. Now that's quite alright chums, I know you meant to put "Nader" on your ballot. Don't worry; we all know how tricksy filling in those little bubbles can be.

And for those of you who purposely put Bush, well, there must have been some mistake. Surely had you realized he was the one who started a useless and pointless war, the one who commited horrible crimes against humanity, the one who screwed up your economy greatly, surely, then you would have put a large and distinct "NO" next to his name.

Now now, don't go feeling all embarassed. I'm sure you'll get it right next time.  
 
 
     

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<3 djcati   
08:00pm 28/10/2004
 
mood: cheerful
Is great. A complete stranger, but comments on my journal, and schtuff. I think she is wonderful, and truly remarkable.
 
     

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Stoopid Quizzies.   
04:01pm 23/10/2004
  Man, I need a hobby...Collapse )  
     

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04:42pm 16/10/2004
  You know what? I'm going to jump off my balconey to see if I can fly, and if I can't, there's no point living.  
     

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Smiling through the Psycho.   
07:53pm 14/10/2004
 
mood: hysterical
I've been feeling slightly deranged lately. Almost how I imagine postal workers feel before before opening fire on their entire office. You know, kind of like whistling to work with a semi-automatic in your briefcase.

Or like Donnie Darko at the end of the movie, laughing hysterically in his bed as a plane engine falls through the sky into his room.
 
     

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07:25pm 12/10/2004
  re·al·i·ty    ( P )  Pronunciation Key  (r-l-t)
n. pl. re·al·i·ties

1. The quality or state of being actual or true.
2. One, such as a person, an entity, or an event, that is actual: “the weight of history and political realities” (Benno C. Schmidt, Jr.).
3. The totality of all things possessing actuality, existence, or essence.
4. That which exists objectively and in fact: Your observations do not seem to be about reality.

Idiom:
in reality

In fact; actually.

Source: The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition
Copyright © 2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company.
Published by Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.

re·al·i·ty (r-l-t)
n.

1. The quality or state of being actual or true.
2. The totality of all things possessing actuality, existence, or essence.
3. That which exists objectively and in fact.


Source: The American Heritage® Stedman's Medical Dictionary
Copyright © 2002, 2001, 1995 by Houghton Mifflin Company. Published by Houghton Mifflin Company.

reality

\Re*al"i*ty\, n.; pl. Realities. [Cf. F. r['e]alit['e], LL. realitas. See 3d Real. and cf. 2d Realty.] 1. The state or quality of being real; actual being or existence of anything, in distinction from mere appearance; fact.
A man fancies that he understands a critic, when in reality he does not comprehend his meaning. --Addison.
2. That which is real; an actual existence; that which is not imagination, fiction, or pretense; that which has objective existence, and is not merely an idea.
And to realities yield all her shows. --Milton.
My neck may be an idea to you, but it is reality to me. --Beattie.
3. [See 1st Realty, 2.] Loyalty; devotion. [Obs.]
To express our reality to the emperor. --Fuller.
4. (Law) See 2d Realty, 2.

Source: Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, © 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc.

reality

n 1: all of your experiences that determine how things appear to you; "his world was shattered"; "we live in different worlds"; "for them demons were as much a part of reality as trees were" [syn: world] 2: the state of being actual or real; "the reality of his situation slowly dawned on him" [syn: realness, realism] [ant: unreality] 3: the state of the world as it really is rather than as you might want it to be; "businessmen have to face harsh realities" 4: the quality possessed by something that is real [ant: unreality]

Source: WordNet ® 2.0, © 2003 Princeton University

reality

REALITY: in Acronym Finder
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reality

reality: in CancerWEB's On-line Medical Dictionary

Source: On-line Medical Dictionary, © 1997-98 Academic Medical Publishing & CancerWEB
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10:08pm 06/10/2004
  We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
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04:50pm 06/10/2004
 
mood: discontent
I hate my school so much. It's not that it's bad, exactly, it's just that I'd rather be anywhere but there. Anywhere. Even hanging off a cliff, fighting for my life. Especially hanging off a cliff, fighting for my life. Because at least it would be a bit exciting. Out of the ordinary. I'm so sick of routine.

I've absolutly given up on learning anything at all, and it's only October! Especially in my Science class. >_< Goddamn, the teacher is like a mini-fucking-Hitler. She even has the little mustache. She gave us this huge speech, for no reason this morning, about how she doesn't care about us, and her only job is to see us through this class (which it is), but then she was like, "and if your parents don't care about you either, why should I?" I think this stemmed from phone calls home she made the other day. So she was pointedly making a remark about sombody's homelife. And I was like, "Uh, how 'bout because you're a human being??" We all should care, deeply about each other. That's what we're here for, isn't it? When I was sort of losing it, and scaring everybody, and very nearly got sent away, I stopped believing in things (Not things like Santa Claus, or fairies, those I'll always believe in). Things like...well, it's hard to explain, but I kept thinking, 'Why does it matter? What's the point? None of it is real, anyway." It's really hard to explain, but my point is, during that time, the only things I believed in were people. Human joys and sufferings, that's it. To make other people happy is a truly wonderful thing. Think of how many people would not be who they are today if not for you. And if she doesn't care, well... That's just basely against everything I am. So I hate her.

So I've taken to reading Jess Mastriani books in class (Egads! I've finsihed the series! >_< *sob*), or doodling. Today I just took my green notebook around everywhere and wrote instead of listening in class. It was really great and emo. It was so Harriet the Spy. I totally bombed my math test.
 
     

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Just so you Know...   
12:50pm 03/10/2004
 
mood: indifferent
For some reason, Explorer won't let me update. So I have to use stinking rotton, good-for-nothing Safari. -I take it back!! Please don't quit on me!! You know I love you baby. So my postings will be few and far between, but I'm still alive.
 
     

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