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Sanctus_Dominius's Journal
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X-mas
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December 27, 2007, 04:05:pm
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Merry GIFTmas to you all. For once, my dad actually got me the coolest gift of all. Usually, it's my brother or my mother. I have a GPS now, so I won't be getting hopelessly lost all the time. Brilliant.
Oh, but we did keep one GIFTmas tradition. My sister spoiled my best gift about a month ahead of time. She has since I was twelve. I don't know why everyone keeps telling her what they got me. They know she tells me every year....
Dumb people.
<3
Mood: sleepy
Music: Atreyu :: Lead Sails Paper Anchor
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Old poem
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December 14, 2007, 11:16:pm
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I wrote this when I was about 14, so it's a little rough. The concept is good, though.
“Shadow”
Oh, I was walking down the way,
A’singing as I went,
With wings all beating in my heart—
A song of merriment.
I thought I walked alone at first.
‘Twas mighty sad to be,
The only stranger on this road—
A dusty, endless sea.
But lo, out of the corner of
My sad and lonely eye,
I spotted but a flicker of,
Another passing by.
This stranger hailed to me afar,
Across the windy way.
She was hootin’ and hollerin’,
And calling me to play.
‘Twas not a stranger that I saw,
But one I recognized.
Her stance, her form, her countenance,
Like me, ‘twas shaped and sized.
I hailed my long-forgotten friend,
And called her to my side,
But stubborn was my wayward chum.
Her motions followed mine.
“Come here, come here!” I called to her,
And beckoned long and hard,
But fast my friend held to her ground,
And stayed in her own yard.
“Why won’t you come and play with me?”
I pleaded with my friend.
She smiled very mournfully,
And waved to me again.
My friend could never come to me,
Could never play or run.
She’d disappear entirely,
If I strayed from the sun.
She hid under the rocks and trees,
And never went inside,
Slipping, sliding across the world—
A hazy, shifting tide.
But how can you make friends with one,
Who never shows her face?
Just plays an endless game of tag,
In one undying race?
With tears of sorrow trickling down,
I reached out for her hand,
And felt her slip right through my grasp,
Like tiny grains of sand.
How terrible to lose her then,
The friend I never had.
Abandoned on my nameless road,
One trav'ler—small and sad.
Mood: nostalgic
Music: I am Ghost :: Lovers' Requiem
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Hilarious.
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December 09, 2007, 07:32:pm
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The next time my mom starts complaining about how I never talk to her anymore, I get to tell her that we'll never speak again. I'm finally moving out ^^, into one of my best friends' apartments in Brandon. I can't wait to see her mouth drop open. Sweet freedom.
@}--`--
Mood: Jubilant
Music: Blue Oyster Cult
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6 weeks and 3 days.
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December 07, 2007, 06:41:pm
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What a supreme waste of my life. It's funny how I always pick the dumb ones that I know I'll get bored of/frustrated with. Why can't I ever hunt within my own league? I think I've finally learned that lesson. Stick to those that I know can handle me.
I'm actually quite pleased.
<3 Gracie-poo
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