| Writer's Block: Nicknames |
[21 May 2008|08:40pm] |
One of the longest running nicknames I had was "Lotus Blossom". I got the name around the age of 10. I was going to a summer thing for brilliants and one of the guys I was in the program with, Matt, saw me standing next to tiger lillies. At the time, however, he couldn't think of the name of the flower and yelled "hey lotus, yeah, miss lotus blossom". After that it just stuck. Matt really liked me and was about a year or so older. The family picked up the tag and then so did everyone at school. I had to catch hell through the "Odyssey: Land of the lotus eaters". Yep, it became an ever outstanding reference to my getting head.
The only nick I've had longer is "Bumblebee". Uncle Roni has called me "Bumblebee" since I was born so far as I know. I was and am his favorite niece. It shows.
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(Icy Breath)
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| Besides the 13 odd posts I've made to this journal tonight... |
[24 Jun 2007|02:47am] |
Remember this: The instinct to kill and the instinct to feed are two very separate things.
Don't push me too hard, you won't be ready for how I push back.
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(3 Frosted Momentos | Icy Breath)
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| "15 Stories"--Jump Little Children |
[24 Nov 2006|12:00am] |
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He was seen on the 15th floor
Straight up and straight down
He seemed to lean into the wind
And scream like an old bloodhound
Two more inches will do it
Midnight to midday
There was always a crowd
Traffic jam and someone to pray
Heaven above hold him back
Hold out and hold on
He would say to himself
I'll be bigger than life when I'm gone
He's a legend unto himself
A legend unto himself
A legend unto himself
A legend unto himself
There's nothing between him and the pavement
And there's nothing between him or anyone else
Everyday he would try
Two feet up, two feet down
Fifteen stories high
Became old familiar ground
Nice view of the river today
Sunrise and sunset
A lady screamed on the street below
He wished she hadn't noticed just yet
Kinda peaceful up here all alone
Hang outing around
Til everyone comes to see
Again they'll all be let down
He's a legend unto himself
A legend unto himself
A legend unto himself
A legend unto himself
There's nothing between him and the pavement
And there's nothing between him or anyone else
He leaned out far today
Too far, too close
He closed his eyes and he felt the wind
He could hear the silence of the crowd almost
15 stories is quite a tall tale
Straight up and straight down
The crowd disappeared and the traffic returned
The legend spread quickly through town
He became a legend unto himself
A legend unto himself
A legend unto himself
A legend unto himself
A legend unto himself
A legend unto himself
A legend unto himself
A legend unto himself
A legend unto himself
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(2 Frosted Momentos | Icy Breath)
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| For anyone who has commented to me in the past month or so(???)... |
[03 Dec 2005|05:58pm] |
For those of you who have commented to me and not received a comment back for the past month... IT WAS NOT INTENTIONAL. I just moments ago discovered several comments that I never knew I received. Yesterday I found that there were two comments in my junk mail folder on hotmail and thought that it was something that had only happened since the server switch, but apparently after reading back through my journal today it was happening before then.
So if I've not commented to you, I'm soooo sorry. Forgive me? Please?
If there was anything you were trying to notify me of, etc. You can leave it here or e-mail it and I'll catch you back.
Sorry :(
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(3 Frosted Momentos | Icy Breath)
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[03 Dec 2005|03:26pm] |
http://www.livejournal.com/community/feminist_rage/975367.html
Ok, what disturbs me there is... he didn't fucking report them. Whether they could've prosecuted or not they should have been goddamn reported. Pedophilia in any form is not fucking ok. Jesus.
But I'm glad they can pat themselves on the back for, you know, only doing half-the right thing.
I guess I should be nicer, but I'm not. If you are going to start doing the right thing... follow the fuck through.
[EDIT]: This has nothing to do with anything against that community. I read there and rather agree/like much of what is posted, but this particular instance is what bothered me. Yeah, ok speaking up was good, but those guys need to be punished... at least hassled more than that.
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(Icy Breath)
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| Necessary Roughness... |
[01 Dec 2005|11:47pm] |
I just did major minor surgery on myself. In return I retrieved a bit of memorabilia for my trouble.
On the top of my right fore arm, near the elbow there was a scar where I had been sliced to ribbon like shreds by glass from the car accident. I'd always "felt" like something was deep inside this scar. There was one small patch of it that was more discolored than any of my scars. Well, it has given me problems over the past near 3years. I would pick at it and pick at it to no avail. Tuesday it looked as though it had raised further than before. It also looked as though it had formed a scabby rough patch for NOOO reason. There were red streaks around it signifying a bit of infection. I decided that I KNEW there was a piece of glass inside it, had to be. I squeezed around it and got a lil infection out, lots of blood and sharp stabbing/cutting pains. Bev and Mom both begged me not to play with it, but you know me.
So today I took a pair of very sharp, very fine, very sturdy slant tip, precision tweezers and dug around until I pulled a thick lil piece of glass out, slicing my arm in the process. The wound wasn't as large as the piece of glass beneath it, so when I removed the glass it had to cut through a rather good bit of tissue and skin.
Lots of blood. Lots of blood. My hands were covered. My arm was covered.
I would never thought such a lil wound (ok, perhaps not that lil, but small) could bleed soooooo much.
Oh well, I have a lil piece of my car to look at };->
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