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So I'm going back to school. For welding. (:
Should finish my A.A.S. and certification and enough hours of "field experience" (a.k.a. internship) to get a good job in around a year and a half. Thank god for all the time i spent in college classes in high school, right?? Anyhow, after I finish school, my darling Mattew's grandmother has invited me to stay with her until I find a good job and a decent apartment in Chicago. It's finally coming true, all my years of dreaming and planning and fighting. Long distance relationships are so hard, but somehow, we've survived. I'll attribute it to hard work, dedication, and above all, love. We're coming up on two years in June. For me, as moody and non-commiting as I usually am, that's a HUGE accomplishment, and to be taking that next step is especially scary for me. I heard a song yesterday that really made me laugh, because it could be about me. Thus, lyric-posting time. ^_^;; BTW -- Next cat I get is going to be named Virtue. (:
The Weakerthans - Plea From a Cat Named Virtue
Why don't you ever want to play?
I'm tired of this piece of string.
You sleep as much as I do now,
And you don't eat much of anything.
I don't know who you're talking to.
I made a search through every room,
But all I found was dust that moved
And shadows of the afternoon.
And listen,
About those bitter songs you sing.
They're not helping anything.
They won't make you strong.
So we should open up the house.
Invite the tabby two doors down.
You could ask your sister if
She doesnt bring her bassett hound.
Ask the things you shouldnt miss.
Tape hits and the modern man,
Cold war and card catalogs
To come and join us if they can.
For girly drinks and parlor games,
We'll pass around the easy lie
Of absolutely no regrets.
And later maybe you could try
To let your losses dangle off,
The sharp edge of a century.
Talk about the weather or
how the weather used to be.
And I'll cater
With all the birds that i can kill.
Let their tiny feathers fill
Disappointment.
Lie down,
And lick the sorrow from your skin.
Scratch the terror and begin
To believe you're strong.
All you ever want to do
Is drink and watch tv.
Frankly that thing
Doesn't really interest me.
I swear I'm gonna bite you hard
And taste your tinny blood.
If you dont stop the self-defeating
Lies you've been repeating
Since the day you brought me home.
I know you're strong.
 FleurDeDomme · Sun Feb 11, 2007 @ 05:09pm · 0 Comments |
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I logged onto Gaia today... and did things.
Then I posted a comment on a dear friend's profile;; It was then I realized how ridiculously cluttered my avi looked. You couldn't even find my poor little Fleur under all of my items. Therefore, I removed about half of them. I still have all of my items and no intention of getting rid of anything, but I'm pretty sure this look is much more suitable for my style than what was going on before.
(:
In other news!!! eek
There is no other news. rolleyes
<33Krysti.
FleurDeDomme · Fri Nov 17, 2006 @ 11:50pm · 0 Comments |
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I love my new car. (:
AND
My ability to drive it.
That's all.
FleurDeDomme · Sat Oct 21, 2006 @ 06:23pm · 0 Comments |
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What if I wanted to break, and laugh it all off in your face... what would you do?
FleurDeDomme · Mon Oct 16, 2006 @ 01:14am · 1 Comments |
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"The problem with us is that we don't look our age, and we don't act our age either. We can be older or younger depending on the situation, but we'll always look younger. We're a unique breed, and that will always be a problem. We attract two kinds of guys: either the way younger, totally immature guys that will never satisfy our emotional needs, or the way older guys that are perverts. Don't blame yourself; people are trained to base their opinions and ideas on first impressions, not on what really exists. It's not your fault at all."
That's exactly what my mom said to me earlier, as I was noting the demerits of my current situation. The worst part of it? She's right. Absolutely right.
I'm sick of watching/reading/hearing about perfect relationships, about true love and romance and starry eyes. I so badly want to be completely emotionally fulfilled, I want it so bad I can taste it. The problem is, if I find someone that I think can fill that void, either they only see the sexual side of it, or they think that we're incompatible based on some stupid physical attribute like age or gender or size. And why? Why does anyone care about the stupid stigma society has placed on things that make no difference? If I'm in love with someone older than me, or younger, or someone of the same gender, or someone who doesn't live up to Seventeen magazine's standard of appearance, what difference should that make to me? I love them for who they are, not what they are. Nothing else should stand in the way of that.
I just want to be loved.
FleurDeDomme · Sun Oct 01, 2006 @ 02:21am · 1 Comments |
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I feel it quietly growing inside me, expanding and spreading, reaching out and touching every inch of the vast, colorful expanse that is my mind. I feel it giving birth to something new in me, something familiar but strange, like a taste in my mouth that I know but can't place a name to. I feel it reaching out to touch the lives around me, screaming out through the quiet words that I speak, floating through time and space in the glances I cast. I know what it is. I know it very well.
And it scares me.
FleurDeDomme · Sun Sep 24, 2006 @ 11:56pm · 0 Comments |
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Blue October -- Inner Glow |
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I've recently acquired a new favorite song.... It really speaks to me on the essence of the human condition. Or maybe I read into everything way too deeply. Either way, it touches me, so here it is.
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I'm like a storm cloud,
Eager when you go out
Calm again, I'll ask permission for the wrong to win,
Drop the bomb, and get your story out and get it on
In a haze, the beginning of your days
Gonna fall down, got to get back up but at your own pace
Got to fill your cup and find the way out of your own maze
Yeah boy what you said now
And hide the rule book, throw it in the waste
Look strong, like you belong, 'cause you do belong
Whether right or wrong, you belong...
I'm on your side -- if you fail, at least you tried
To keep your aching, celebrating, wonder-making heart alive
Yeah, and pride -- don't keep it all inside...
Don't keep your aching, celebrating, wonder-making heart alone,
Write you own song
Whatever happened to our inner glow?
Whatever happened to the song, the soul, the me I used to know?
Whatever happened to my radio?
Whatever happened to my song?
It is my song...
So here's a preview, shove it under old-new
Or call it rock, or pop, or bach, or [********
Goddamn, where did we go wrong?
Now there's a catergory for every song...
Yeah, we only want to sing when we want to,
Yeah, we only want a dream we can flaunt to,
Yeah, we only want to fly by the side,
Making love to the rhythm, be a Jekyll and a Hyde...
Yeah, we only want a field we can run through
Yeah, we only want a beat we can drum to
Yeah, we only want to fly by the side,
Making love to the rhythm, be a Jekyll and a Hyde
So stride -- if you fail at least you tried
To keep your aching, celebrating, wonder-making heart alive
And pride -- don't keep it all inside
Don't keep your aching, celebrating, wonder-making heart alone
Write your own song
Whatever happened to our inner glow?
Whatever happened to the song, the soul, the me I used to know?
Whatever happened to my radio?
Whatever happened to the song?
Gonna wake up strong, yeah we're all gonna wake up strong.
Yeah, we're writing our own song...
FleurDeDomme · Sun Sep 24, 2006 @ 06:29pm · 0 Comments |
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