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Zodiac : Book : Rose Daughter - Robin McKinney / Haunting by Ruby Jean Jenson T.V. : Gilmore Girls, Survivor, er Movie Rental : Clifford, Paranoid, Black Sheep, The Big Lebowski, Mad Love, Excess Baggage Song(s) : Coconut/Harry Nilsson, You're So Vain/Carly Simon, You Can Do It/Ice Cube, Drive/Incubus Drink : White Hot Chocolate, Brownie Frappacino Future Profession : Photojournalism (?)* I've decided I'm in love with photography. Would Like to Be : On top of a roof in New York, looking down over the city, maybe with Sar & Mel & Tan, and all my other three-lettered named friends. Weekend Plans : Friday - dinner w/ ppl who I'll pretend not to know, Saturday - go out w/ mel and sar and some guy who i dunno, Sunday - relax. Or drive to the French Riveria. Is that possible.. ? mini-cam: Archive, Skippy --> woooooooooooooo!!! yay!! I see images!! Yippee!! But I still feel blah. So tthppt. Thursday, March 1, 2001 09:43 p.m. bloody hell Am I the only one not seeing images here.. ? Please please please mail me if you see the same thing. I'll try and figure this out but for now bear with me. Its been a helluva shitty day, and I figure this is the last thing I need. BLAH. Thursday, March 1, 2001 07:18 p.m. The Sailor's Plea I wrote this poem a couple weeks ago -- just thought I'd add it for content. :p The Sailor's Plea Floor sees cards and scatters Like the mice seen in the show Where food was given freely Like milk as cold as snow The lighthouse bears upon us The mark of shipwrecked seas Its light gives little comfort As sailors fall upon their knees “I pray thee let me die now, For the sea has claimed us half From her turbulence, her waters, We are meek beneath her wrath, Our scars are battle weary And our hearts fail to see why You bid us keep her welcome And forget us in the sky My boy was only twelve once And a young son by a pond He left me weeping slowly In the happy glow of dawn And now the sea is screaming And the waves have soaked my skin I’m floating in the liquid With no redemption for my sin, But claim me, my dear saviour As you promised once before That trespasses be forgiven Not acknowledged at the door That spans the gap between the joyful And the bars between the damned Take me to your saving grace Or let me rot on sand But never let me die here In the painful, in the dark Where the fish can feast upon my flesh Where my blood floats for the shark Where the evil things that fly and spark Can find me meek and mild Take me to the ones I love From this purgatory wild.” And God looked down from his perch He thought and thought and thought But the sea drained dry The river spent The seamen clutched their hands And died beneath an empty tide Choking on dry land. ::sarah sovereign:: Actually, it was part of a longer poem when I wrote it, but the rest of it resembled a lot of the other stuff I've done. I liked the prayer of the seamen the best, so I just cut it out and added it. It probably needs more touching up, but ah well. If perchance, you *actually* happen to like it, please don't redistribute without my permission, ok..? Cos I have powers.. I can do things.. mmhahaha... [cue boiling cauldron and lots of cackling and warts and stuff] Wednesday, February 28, 2001 11:19 p.m. I can't believe I nearly forgot (!) Congratulations Buddy!! I'm so proud of you!! The above is for my bro, the new certifiable genius who just got his high school diploma. yay Brad!! Wednesday, February 28, 2001 08:07 p.m. Tra la la la Okay, so I'm not as freaked out/obsessed about seventie's tunage as in my previous entries. I've had kind of a blah day, anyway. I s'pose I could listen to the Coconut song to cheer me up tho-- rather than listening to the usual depressing shit that I usually listen to when erm.. depressed. Pause for call from telemarketer: Telephone: Ring Ring.. I: Hello..? Annoying Spawn of Satan: Hi, I'm looking for W.B. Gray..? I: W.B. Gray? Oh, I'm sorry. He's dead. Annoying Spawn of Satan: [sputters, stutters and the like] Oh dear! I'm so sorry! I: Oh, that's ok. He's been dead for years. Horrible railroad accident. Never had a chance. Annoying Spawn of Satan: I'm so sorry to have bothered you! Thank you for your time. [preceded by more gasping and stuttering and sputtering] I: No problem! Bye!! Telephone: Click Later.. Now I feel better. Being deliciously evil always cheers one [namely me] up. yay! Wednesday, February 28, 2001 07:51 p.m. yay orange!! For those of you who aren't acquainted with Oz, I s'pose you wouldn't know about my extreme orange fetish. I had to take a break from it for awhile, cos I was getting *incredibly* sick of it, but after my brief citrus hiatus, I'm baaaaack. *woo!* Ok.. I just checked out the new layout on my 800x600 comp, and I realize it's a *little* bit wide, but I'll see what I can do about that. I'll be tweaking and messing around with this layout for awhile -- I think this is one I'll stick with tho. God willing. Geezuz!! I meant to be in bed about an hour ago. I'm sooo tired. And headachy from all that ammonia-d I inhaled earlier this afternoon, when I was going all pyscho on the windows/glass/anything in the house. I did get a little bit done tho -- I cleaned up my Nanny's room, the living room, made a tremendously good supper --if I do say so myself, and, ahem, I do. The basement is still a hideous mess, but ah well. Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow. omigod. I just got the Annie theme song in my head. GET IT OUT!! GET IT OUT!! Great. That'll be with me until next Friday. BTW -- Guess whose birthday is quickly approaching... ? *HINT HINT* Tuesday, February 27, 2001 12:28 a.m. and guess whose getting sick of the current layout..? I don't know what's wrong with me!! I'm so restless lately. Dissatisfied with most everything I do. And the perfect design for this pita is perplexing. I do have an idea for a new layout.. I'll try and keep this one as long as possible, but I dunno... And yes. When next you see me, feel free to beat me senseless. Monday, February 26, 2001 04:37 p.m. The Night the Seventies Attacked pyra says: louie louie louie louie... louie louie louie lou-ah!! pyra says: I'm sorry. pyra says: the seventies music has taken over. i have no control!! Benny the Bunny says: that's ok i'm in pyra says: yay! pyra says: uh-oh.. here comes grand funk railroad.. noooooooo!! Benny the Bunny says: AHHHHHHHH! pyra says: get..out..while...you...can.... Benny the Bunny says: *runs* pyra says: *starts doing the robot, screaming* Benny the Bunny says: *trips* Benny the Bunny says: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! pyra says: run!! run!! *feels the funk, uncontrollably* *Note: It just occurred to me.. am I off by a decade..? Is the Coconut song from THE SIXTIE'S? DUN DUN DUN... Monday, February 26, 2001 04:09 p.m. AHHH!! Louie Louie Louie Louie.. Louie Louie Louie Lou-ah!! Can't..seem...to..control..movements....getting...funky.. Monday, February 26, 2001 01:10 a.m. yawns.. checks clock.. yawns again... I'm soo tired.. I'm well and truly on my way to completely zoning out I'm afraid. Nonetheless, here I remain, yes still rocking out, yes still soaking up monitor radiation, yes with my ass still invisibly glued to my chair. But really.. ? What the hell am I listening to?? Do I hear Eric Clapton..? *shudders uncontrollably* K, wait, give me a sec here.. *cue song change* Ah.. what is with my new obsession for this song.. ? "I put the lime in the coconut.." sigh. lalala. Geezuz but I'm silly tonight. I apologize. I'm gonna go to bed, so I can be sillier tomorrow. Nitey-nite! Sunday, February 25, 2001 11:00 p.m. You put the lime in the coconut... One of my most favourite scenes in any movie I've ever watched is from 'Practical Magic', when Sandra Bullock wakes up and goes downstairs to see the aunts, where they have Midnight Margaritas. Now, I'm afraid I'm listening to the song playing during that scene. [Coconut - Harry Nilsson]. And I'm afraid I may just be rocking out. Rocking out is defined by me swaying in my chair, perhaps snapping my fingers.. there is some definite head shaking going on, and an obscene amount of singing. Now, there are many songs that you can rockout to. For instance, Shout by Tears for Fears. Popcorn by Hot Butter. Time Warp by the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I find that the best rock out songs are queer tunes from years ago, that no one but me, or some other dork would ever *ever* admit to listening to. But yes, I am currently rocking out to Coconut by Harry Nilsson. 2 minutes later Sorry. I couldn't resist jumping out of my chair, kicking it back, and going "Flashdance". Hm.. only now I crave margaritas. And have this itching urge to wear some spandex.. and a thick headband Olivia Newton-John style.. Sunday, February 25, 2001 09:03 p.m. All content (except otherwise indicated) copyright 2001 Sarah Sovereign. No touchy, no hurty :)