carve your name INTO my arm

Yes, my friends, whether for the better, I cannot say. But I have been change for good.

Whether I will make a new LJ is still up for debate. But if so... I will post it here.

I just feel the need to move on. Too much of my old life is here. I've shed the old skin and I'm letting Christ renew me. But I will not delete this journal. Im not going to hide what I was.

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(songofilluvatar) Yes, my friends, the new journal is here. You don't even have to ask to be added, just add me and I'll add you back. serpentineicon will still be my graphics central. It's nothing anyone did, I'm just a little weary of mankind.

Follow your heart and not your head. Don't let them live through you. This is your descision, not theirs.

We have all the time in the world. Do not fear.

We might have to rush the inevitable. But I wont mind. Come what may.

Tommorow is the last day of school. I only wish it was the last day of highschool. We have senior-iadus and we're only freshmen. GAH!

Next week will definatley be a new experience and I'm looking forward to it. No parentes and it's safe and clean. What more could a girl ask for? Plus this will put my faith back into perspective.

I feel like dancing; a long melodic, rythmic dance. Maybe Mozart will do, or Vivaldi. Mozart is rather giddy but I do l love his opera's. Funny how even when their burning in hell the music sounds jubilant.

I know, I'm hypocrite. I made a myspace. But I would like to keep in touch with friends this summer. Im not going to list it on my userinfo but I will link it here in case anyone is interested.

vintagealice@myspace.com

Why is that so amusing to a medicated Ad/Hd child?

I'm the world's greatest proscrastinator. I have this tendency to wait to the last minute to finish things. It usually gets me into trouble.


Batman Begins was a surprisingly good movie. and what a cast! Liam Neeson, Morgan Freeman, and Katie Holmes! Wow, that's a interesting selection. It's the best batman movie since the first one.

...and all of it's petty grievances. Far from here, with no mortal limitations or worries. Where children never lose their innoncence and men never die in vain. But we have corrupted this gift of hummanity and now it can never be what it was intended for.

Children of Dune is just one of those movies I crave to see every now and then. And boy, Im just dying to see it again. Little did I know that James McAvoy who plays Leto II also played Mr. Tumnas in The Chronicles of Narnia. Life is full of surprises.

God Emperor of Dune is one of the most compelling books in the Dune series I've read yet. I read a couple of his son's additions and I was impressed.

This mingling of frustration is going to inevitably cancel out and in the end get us nowhere. Please, cut the cord people and gain some maturity. She’s a 37 year old child and he’s a 40 year old man who refuses to understand and likes to see us wallow in his own self pity. Some parental figures I have. Let’s not even start on my senile grandma, who thinks that her advice is the only advice and takes offense when we don’t heed it. She’s the epitome of egotistical matriarchs.

Has life ever been more fulfilling before? Have I ever been more alive? If so, I do not remember it.

I want to break open the hour glass of eternity and scatter the grains of sand that tick away the next four years, dragging ever so slowly. Why must the chains of expectations hold us apart? Boundries and standards are society's most diabolical and threatening evil to lovers and time is it's consort.

4 years and all will be well: the climatic apex of this necessity and desire.

Seven. The divine number of perfection. Maybe in deific sense, but not in my own mortality. Ironically, thirteen appears to be of some symbolic significance. Not that it comes into play as far as fate and destiny is concerned, but just in daily activities that I particularly enjoy.

Off to Finland, my friends(not really). Adventure awaits, even in the boring seemingly mundane fields of life.

Awaken to a new level of mathematical conciousness. That's my goal, as of now.

God, this is hell. I feel as though the foundations of my existence are crumbling and I'm not even sure why. I know that if I just rise up and get to the task at hand it should be fairly easy, but my brain just isn't processing that.

I have nine years left to wait, but I'm perfectly fine with that. When the time is right, love will fulfill it's own purpose, at it's own pace. Nothing in the world can change and if you attempt to, you risk shattering the foundations of what you've been working for so long to build.

I pray that everything is alright with his family and that they were unharmed by yesterday's storm.

The stars were every so vibrant and stunning earlier this evening, it made me miss home. The home of the heart: his prescence. Oh, I wish I could sigh the loneliness out of me. But hope of seeing his face again is pulling me through.

I love him as a person, with flaws and weaknesses. I love the Josh who is impatient just as much as I love him as the saxophone player. He is not perfect, but to me he's
as close to heavenly perfection as I will get.

Jealousy truly is a monster. It's not as though I have an actual reason, it's simply something hormonal, preternatural, that awakens in your blood and creates this over protective sense of need. But Im keeping my eye on the prize and praying that everything will come together in the end. God bless you all.

My heart is euphporic, my soul is comforted. Overlapping desires forshadow a glorious future, as long as we make use of our time in the present

I hope everyone is having a wonderful spring break or had one, or plans to have one. Mine has been rather normal and mundane, but that doesn't mean I haven't enjoyed it. It's had some revelations of it's own.

Of course I had to ask where the library was. What kind of nerd would I be if I didn't, and in spanish too? Now ponder that while I go flog myself with resentment.

These are conversational responses you might recieve from me on a daily basis:
Love/hate, porque? What do you hate, Anne? That's terrible. You know what could help? GET A JOB! AHH! GO TO THE DAMN LAVATORY! Goodness, your telepathic too? Now that's a talented chica! Pathethic, apathetic, what's the difference? OH! Picky are we?

Focus, damn it. You need to keep your head out of the clouds or you going to fall flat on your face. If you do not live in the present you will suffer for it in the future. Follow your heart, but don't follow what you know is infatuation.

I truly do believe death is simply another path, another door. How can it simply end? I refuse to dissolve into nothing. Maybe I'm in denial, but I certainly feel other wise. I'm in love with God and his most beautiful creature ever designed. How could I not believe in an afterlife?

Due to limited time, this will be a short and unprofound entry.

To join band or not to join band, that is the question.

When he's honest, I have the sudden will to be honest as well. Lies will destroy, but the truth leads to life in some form or another.

It snowed as though it had only one chance to spew forth it's icy wrath. It was short but it was beautiful nonetheless. There's nothing like having a forty acre view that is not torn apart my industry and buisness. Its almost preternatural; it invokes ancient thoughts within me.

He has such a smooth voice, a tenor voice that is deepening with his coming of age. I would rather be blind than deaf, his voice is so beautiful that to never hear it again would be hell. I would rather be bereft of sight than drown in silent world without his sweet soothing voice. Images can evoke thousands of spontaneuos, unwanted thoughts. But sound it straightfoward and kind, if not ignorant and at times, a liar.

Hmmmm…… is life easy for the thoughtless. Maybe… but the consequences are surley much more severe. Knowledge is power, but with power comes responsbility. And it's not just morals either. Its your obligation as a human being.

Naming a cat Kat is like calling your wife, Woman. No creativity whatsoever.

The Men's free skate at the Olympics this year is so enticing. Nothing like seeing a man with feline grace.

Waking up in a cold sweat and in pain is not the way I planned to start this day out, but it's begining that can lead to something more epic (hopefully). Mysterious damp spots appearing on your bed could be a sign of insanity. But then again mad men don't know that they are mad.

God bless his soul, he's too kind.

I need to practice my scales daily so I can ensure that my voice doesn't go back in my throat. I want sucess, there for I'm to have to make sacrifices out of my own time and pleasures.