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May. 6th, 2009


Writer's Block: LiveJournal Book Club

Out of all of your favorite books, pick just one you'd recommend everyone read. As a bonus: why did you pick that one?
"Hero" by Perry Moore.

It's a damn well written book.  I couldn't even find one spelling, or grammatical error in the whole 600 odd pages of it.

The book is about a gay teenager whose father used to be one of the worlds most powerful non-superpowered heros, until a horrible incident caused him the correct use of one of his hands, and also made everyone in the world hate him.  His son was born with superpowers, due to his mother having been an empowered Hero aswell.  He can heal anything, though it takes intense concentration on his behalf.

It's a really great book.  I'd recommend it to anyone, even Anti-Gay people.  It's a mindblowing book.


Writer's Block: Wardrobe Malfunction

Broken zippers, split seams, straps that come untied at the most embarrassing moment possible—what's your most memorable experience with an unexpected wardrobe malfunction?
When I was little at my dads house.  He could do the "pull my finger" trick like no other.  So, I tried it on his then-girlfriend Sara, but right when she pulled my finger, dad pulled down my swimming trunks.  However, the string to my trunk had somehow managed to get wrapped around my underwear to, and off went my undies.  I was about ten at the time, and dad broke up with her a month or two after, but it was probably the most embarressing moment of my life, even if only two people ever saw it.

Hardcore Superstar

R.I.P. Allison Iraheta

Dignified in what she does
And when she sings
The smile that she brings to all of you
Unaware of whats to come, I said tell me, whats to come?

Green is the color of my envy
It's the color of fame
so I'm gonna write it down to scream it out
And I'm never gonna be the same again

Fear is the color you've all exposed
Now I gotta get up here
And prove the importance
Of my clothes, of my pose I suppose again

Hardcore superstar by far you're the ultimate star
Do you wanna be a superstar
Well that's what you are
You're gonna be a star
Do you wanna be a superstar?


Clever in what she does competing for the attention
Of those people that you know
My whole life revolves around
your absence until I can't remember
what I was or what I am
who I know or where I go

Every moment was that moment
Every day was that day
Every second was that second
And I've lost myself again
Yeah I've lost myself again

Soon my face will be on every magazine
And then my voice
Will be on every frequency
Take my heart while you're at it why don't you
Sign me up to sell me out
Why don't you sign me up to sell me out
Why don't you sing me up
To sell...

I am my angel 'til death I do
I saw my first angel
And it was you
And it was you
And it was you

May. 4th, 2009


Started out with a kiss

I see you from across a crowded room
And the cliche' begins.
A waltz, a simple flourish of the hand
And it's like rapture all over again.

Late night meetings
Kept secret from all,
And they wonder what I'd do
If I ever fell in love?

Your lips touch mine
And it's like God came down
And revealed the great secrets
But kept one from me

And so I attempt to unravel you
Like a puzzle, like an infinite muse
Ever wondering which way you'll bend.
And you do so bend.

But all things can break
And I hope you don't.
Persist, if not only for my sake
But yours aswell.
For I would weep so if you did.

And to think,
All this madness
Started with something
Entirely too simple.

A ~kiss.~

Apr. 27th, 2009



All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrows
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And they feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me whats my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world, mad world

Apr. 16th, 2009


Whether it's gotta be refridgerated or note?

Ghaa, I hate it when things get like this.  Everything is so boring around here.

I stayed home sick today.  Actually sick, not faking.  Horrid stomach aches, not to mention the worst head ache of my entire life.  Four pills of Excidrin Tension Headache, and it still hurts like a bitch.

Watching Naruto on vidberry.  I know, I've grown so pathetic.  I've watched like, seventeen episodes already, and now I'm addicted to it.  God, I'm not sure whether or not I've hit rock bottom or not.  I'm pretty sure I have, but hey, who's to tell? 

I miss you, still.  Of course, I've missed you since before you ever even met me.  It sucks, and I know it.  Painful, very hurt.  Meow, it sucks.

Oh, and I'm not addicted to pizza bites, too.  They're delicious.

Apr. 12th, 2009


Please, call my mother.

Sorry I haven't done anything recently, babe.  I just don't have anything to talk about.

Seriously, I don't.  If I did, I would post more often!  But just look at where I live! Nothing ever happens here!

Dusti stayed the night here last night, but you knew that.  Easter's today, and I hate my family. 

Nothing to talk about!!!



Apr. 2nd, 2009


Blue jeans, with the tights underneath

Sheer boredom.  Stole it off Deviantart, Mr. Romantic's page.  Check him out at http://mr-romantic.deviantart.com/

1. Full name - Shane Allen Harvey
2. Best friend - Kristine
3. Sexuality - Gay as springtime~
4. Favorite color - Gray
5. Relationship status - Engaged/Psuedo-married
6. Ideal mate - Got 'im
7. Turn-ons - Ocean Blue Eyes
8. Last sexual experience - Last time I had sex with Tommy
9. Favorite food - Cherries
10. Crushes - Tommy
11. Favorite music  - Somewhere between 30H!3 and Concrete Blonde
12. Biggest fear - Dying alone/Growing old
13. Biggest fantasy - Heh heh
14. Quirks in bed - Laughing.  Hysterically.
15. Bad habits - Easily irritated
16. Biggest regret - Not kissing Tommy when he left at Gate 12
17. Best kept secrets - If I told you, it wouldn't be much of a secret, now would it?
18. Last thought - Woof!
19. Worst sexual/romantic experience - Behind Barnes & Nobel, in the middle of winter/
20. Biggest insecurity - My body

Fun, right?

A million names


I haven't been on in a while, I know, and you've yelled at me for it.  Well, not yelled, more scolded me.

This really keeps you going, does it?

Thing is, I don't really have any idea what to say.

Je suis dans amour à you.
Je suis pas quelques-unes élégant , élégant truc
Y isn't quelques-unes sentimental galbe à mon goulot thanksggiving remplir vous à luxure
Y rien spécial autour de les voie moi s'améliorer une verre
Et les boissons profond de it.

Mais thanksggiving jamais arrêtions you.
Vous aimez les galbe de mon goulot
Et que Moi s'améliorer mon verre
Et les boissons profondément de le.
Et Je vous aime pour it.

Cela me manque you.

It's French.
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Mar. 22nd, 2009


Do I look like a duck? AFLACK!

I'm drunk out of my mind.

A party is all I remember, at least 12 people in Kyle's back yard with a bonfire...
I remember Vodka, Some kind of light beer, and orange juice.

I made Nikki cry, because I miss you so much I decided to tell Kyle to not touch me and hit her in the face with a blanket.

I miss you so much right now it hurts.  Every inch of me wants to rot off and die because you're not here to pull me together.

Nikki's the one thing that's kept me from going absolutely insane.

And I mean this as no offense to her, but I really wish she'd never met Kyle, really.
They're so disgustingly cute, and it makes me realize I can't roll over and have you there, because you're not here.  You're there.

I can't have you.
I can't hold you.
I'm to drunk to understand why I've said half the thing I've said.

All I know is that I'm going to sleep alone tonight, on someone's floor, and even when I wake up, you won't be there.
And you're never in my dreams anymore.

God, have I lost everything of you?

Help me...
I love you.
Save me from this.
From myself.

I love you, Tommy.
Even I can't believe I could ever love someone so much in my entire life.
I was so scared when you left...
I'm so scared now.
It hurts.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you, Tommy.
I love you.

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