Bleh, I never ever write anything interesting in here. It's sad, I neglect this wonderful diary Elfpack has given me. How ungrateful I am. Not that it matters, I guess, nobody's gonna read it anyway. XP Hmm....I <3 Sugarcult. They're awesome. Yeah, I'm listening to them, that's why. So it's not such a random comment after all. *hums along* Can I be your memory?......Lalalalala. Yeah, so, I'm bored. My house has got to be the least interesting place on the face of the earth. O.O I even had to resort to watching a random Love Hina movie today that I borrowed from a friend a aaaaaageees ago. It was SO demented. The manga is so much better. The anime just kinda kills it. The story seems so much hokier and AHHHH their voices?!?! I cannot STAND the little country/hick-sounding one! *is so annoyed by it she can't even remember her name right now*

*fume*

*sings* It's the way that he makes you feel....It's the way that he kisses you....It's the way that he makes you fall in looo-ooo-oooove...

Okay, well, this isn't holding my attention anymore. I have to go to my grandma's house tonight for whatever reason. But that's not until 7. Gah, I almost wish I had that time machine Binky and I are planning so I could just speed up to later tonight, at least then I'd have something to do. Or better yet, to Tuesday. Then I'd have people to talk to. But then I'd have to use it to skip through classes, 'cause they suck. Except lunch could stay, lunch is usually interesting. Besides, we all gotta eat, don't we?

I wish I had something else to rant about. Actually, I don't rant for fun. I really rant to vent. But it makes me laugh when Lele laughs at my rants. 'Cause I don't do it to make people laugh, I do it because things frusterate me and piss me off. If Courtney didn't rant, Courtney would be a very unhappy little girl. And so would the rest of the world. Until Courtney exploded from built up rant energy. Then the world would have to clean Courtney-splatter off of her face and that would be no fun.

Now I'm listening to the Corrs. Ever heard of them? *singy-sing* What can I do to make you love me? What can I do to make you caa-a-aare? I love Celtic music, too. But it annoys me when people say "Sel-tick." It's not pronounced "Sel-tick" its "Kel-tick." "KEL-tic!" Got it? Geez. Why are you gonna trust some stupid ball team over the Irish people? The Irish people probably know a little bit better. Bah, whatever, you're all stupid anyway. Yeah, I said it. You're all stupid. So am I. Just my stupidity doesn't usually annoy myself. Usually. Sometimes it does. Like when I know I screwed up big time. Yeah, that's not so great. Then you just gotta smack yourself in the head and say, "God dang it! How can I be such and idiot?!" Not that that generally helps in the long run but...

Ah, I need to stop ranting now, because it's making me tense and my shoulders hurt. But on a last note: I love "Bad Day" by Daniel Powter. Not just 'cause he's the 'next big thing.' I just genuinely love that song. O.O Anyway, you great people have a WONDERFUL day, okey? ^_______^

Mood: ^_________^
Listening to: Orinoco Flow - Enya

¡Ay! ¡Yo estoy muy muy alegre! Yo quiero mucho a Joe y me siento alegre que él me pidió salir. ... Y mi gata es se sentando en yo. O_o Anyhoo ... ahora nosotros necesitamos pensar lo que hacer juntos que yo puedo hacer.


*sigh* Me gusta la vida y me gusta amor.

¿Por qué, tú preguntas? Porque, él es amable y simpático y muy guapo. Él hace me siento muy especial. Y ésto es un buen oportunidad para practicar mi vocabulario español. XD Ah, me gusta mucho mi novio. Pero, no sé que él es mi novio...creo que sí...pero no sé...ay, ¡que complicado!



Hahahaha, I LOVE Spanglish! XDDD

And I love my kitty!
¡Te amo, Phweedle!

    Are you ready children? Larien is going to tell you a wonderful story about a strange dream she had last night....



*everything fades out...*
It all began one dark and stormy night...except it was daytime....and it was just torrential rains, no thunder...But that's not the point, the point is that Larien was in her house -- and it was a grand old house to be sure -- with her family: her young mother, and her brother (although it wasn't the brother she thought she had always had), their father had run away a looooooooooooooooooooong long time ago.

And as they were all in the house, singing and laughing and swinging from ropes and having a grand old time, the rain began to pour down in rivers from the sunny sky. It rained so hard, that the roof broke and the water came pouring in like a waterfall. The water soon began to rise, despite the family's efforts to bucket it out, and soon, Larien felt herself being swept away by the current, out and into the big world.

Before she knew it, she was washed up on the stoop of another grandiose house, perched high upon a cliff, and leaning precariously off to one side. It was many stories high, and the entire front wall was made of glass, shined so that it's wet surface sparkled blindingly in the sunlight.

"What a lovely place," Larien thought. And so she picked herself up and knocked on the door. And who should have opened it? But, it was her long-lost father! So glad was Larien to see him, that she did not notice the wild look in his eyes and his bedraggled hair and clothes. He embraced her and invited her in and it was decided that she would come live with him from now on, because the rest of the family had been lost in the storm.

But days went by, and Larien realized things were not as great as they had seemed to be. Her father was a strange man, who spent all day at his workbench infront of the great window, making queer sketches and creating new contraptions. He was cruel to her, never having time even for a kind word, much less to be sure she was properly clothed and fed. So, while he was busily at work one day, lost in his own thoughts, Larien made a secret call to her friend, Skippie.

Skippie was shocked when she heard the whole story, about why Larien had dissappeared and how her father mistreated her so. And together, they decided that they would sneak Larien out of the glass-walled house on the cliff, and reunite her with her mother and brother. To help them, they would call upon their two special friends: Zee and J.J. Larien told Skippie where to find the house -- you couldn't miss it on the cliff -- and they agreed to meet the next day.

When the time came, Larien stole down past her father's desk and to the little side door, facing away from the cliff. There, she found Skippie and J.J. just as they had planned. But Zee was nowhere to be found.

"He's in Callyfordina with is mom," Skippie explained when Larien asked. "He'll meet us as soon as he can."

So, the threesome tiptoed through the house, sneaking some food from the kitchen here and a blanket or two there, and packing it all into their knapsacks. When they were ready, they snuck out into the yard and down the hill away from the glass-walled house on the cliff. When they could no longer see the peak of the roof peeking over the hill, they all let out a whoop and went tearing down the vibrant green slope into the valley below.

The first place they thought to look for Larien's family was the hospital, because their beautiful old house was no longer there, and if anyone was injured in a great, torrential rain, surely the would go to the hospital. So the trio set off for the hospital at the bottom of the hill, as the bright sun climbed high into the sky..........

[ To Be Continued ]

Dance with me....I wanna be your partner, can't you see?.....Come on, the music's starting, and the night is calling, and now I am falling....Dance with meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

O.o Sorry, had to do it.

-CAUTION (again) HIGH POSSIBILITY OF EMO AND/OR DEPRESSING MOMENTS AHEAD. NOT FOR THOSE WITH LOW TOLERANCE.-

Goodbye

This is goodbye.
I hope I see you again.
I won't see you again.
I hope you remember to call.
Will you remember to call?
It's been short, I know,
But it's been sweet.
The times we've shared
Have been some of the best.
I'll miss your smile.
I'll miss your voice.
I'll miss the way you flip your hair.
Wish I could've run my fingers
Through that hair...
Have a good time.
Please do your best.
And if you ever get lonely,
You know where to call.
I'll wait for your call.
Remember me always,
When I said goodbye,
The tears in my eyes.
Though you'll never hear me,
Or look in my eyes
While I cry
Goodbye.

   Whoo, yeah, it got really freaky-hokey-messed-up-sounding there at the end. But that's okay, it was just a spur of the moment thing to get stuff off my chest. I need to do that once in a while, you know? Please, please, don't ask me who (or what) it's about. Anyone who really matters (no offence, you know) will know. And they know not to bug me anyway. Right?

   Besides, I know I'm pathetic. I know I'm sad. I know I shouldn't worry about it and should just move on with my life. I don't need people telling me that. I just need...to breath a little. And free my mind, get the worries out. I just need a little love really, but love is so hard to come by sometimes...

   Oh, sorry, I meant to leave the emo/depressed-ness stuff behind in the poem thingum. Sorry, guess it didn't work as well as I thought. Anyway,

   Goodbye. Have a nice life. And remember me, when you're off with your other friends, off to college, off to a job. Remember me, the girl you befriended, made her feel special, made her feel loved. The one you joked with and messed with and had a good time with. Remember how you were the one.

Okay I swear the Emo-ness is over now! XD

-CAUTION MINI RANT AHEAD-

You know, I really hate how much influence our friends have on us. I mean, all it takes is one little comment for me to second guess myself or change my mind completely about something. And it always leaves me utterly confused, and usually, heartbroken. And you what else I hate? The way guys give you mixed signals. I wish they wouldn't be all nice and flirty one day, and then completely ignore you the next. I wish they could make up their mind before they started messing with your head. I just wish.............grr!! I wish I could manipulate people's minds and make them my minions!!! Buwahahahahahaha!!!! *sigh* But alas, that would be considered...evil...by some....so sadly, I must stay, heartbroken and confused...

Tired of posting poems on my house description...


Over You
I think I'm over you.
Over your eyes so blue,
The way you tie your shoes and
Chase my blues away.
I think I'm over us.
Over the thing it was,
Over the things you said and
Things I couldn't tell you.

But then I caught your scent the other day,
And everything came flooding back:
The good times,
The laughter,
Was so short,
But I was happier.
I guess things will never be the same.

...But I think I'm over you.
Over the words you use,
Over the way you lose and
Ways you'd choose to love me, too.
I think I'm over this.
Over this sad-song buisness.
Over the constant disses,
The hit-and-misses when I'm around you.

But then I caught your scent the other day,
And everything came flooding back:
The good times,
The laughter,
Was so short,
But I was happier.
I guess things will never be the same.

I guess I'm not over you.

Whee! I never write in here, so I'm a-gonna write okay? Okay! So, I am working on a birthday present for *insert friend's name here*. It is a CG (of course, I have to go for something hard when I'm on a time limit). Her birthday is Saturday. And I'll have to give it to her sometime before then because I won't be here! XD Oi! I don't even know how to get it to her anyway...we hardly ever see each other. But anyway, I suppose I'll get it done somehow. (Although there are absolutely no promises on the final quality...O.o) Right now the lineart is really annoying me, so I took a break to bug you all with this rubbish. I should be getting back to work now I suppose...

Toodles!
Larien.


NOTE TO PEOPLE: I never finished it! T___T