Friday, November 24, 2006
i have found a fellow depressing/suicidal songs lover in Taryn dearest! yay! no one understands my love for depressing songs but her! now u have another title on top of being my fellow Irish lover but i still dun like u cos ur going to Dublin without ME!!!!!!!!
ANYWAYS....
i am PISSED OFF!!!!!!!!!!!
so so so so so irritated with my shit of a hair! totally ruined all the pics at pris' party!!!!!!!!
noooooooooooooooooooooooooo...... PISSED! i had a strip of hair falling across my face in ALL of the pics! and i really mean ALL! even those that Venetia sent me! TMD!
so pissed can..the pics would ahve been nice if not for my hair...n i didnt even know! n NO ONE TOLD ME! NOT EVEN THE ONE WHO TOOK THE PICS CAN! so piss so piss!!! i wanna kill someone! i feel like snipping tt stupid hair off! in the pictures! if only i can find some way to reach in and RIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPp
IT OFF!
henceforth... im not posting the pics up cos i look BLOODY SPASTIC!!!!!!!! and i actually heart the dress i bought! but damn hair!!! DAMN HAIR!!!! DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
oh but the party was good... was so touching... Mark wrote and sang Pris a song...so sweet.... everyone was like awwwwwwwwww... and he recounted how they met n such... n Dawn cried after she gave her speech...cute!
but yeah no speech for the special night cos of my STUPID PIECE OF EFFING HAIR! although pris' dress was very nice...and expensive! hmm maybe i shd go photoshop the pic n cut out my head so i can post some of the pics up... minus my FREAKING SPASTIC HEAD!
found a pot of gold@ 13:50
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"One Art"
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
So many things seem filled with the intent
To be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost keys, the hour badlly spent
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owne, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
-Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
-Elizabeth Bishop
