Okay... I have DOLLS!! I spent like, two days making these silly things, and they don't look at all like any of you, but I tried to do them as I think you are... So... bear with me and my demented mind. *grins*
Okay... After 20 minutes of fucking around with this damned thing... I cannot get the dolls to show up, so... instead, I'll post the links to the page where they are. KK? Luv ya all!
Dolls page! Woot!
Saturday, September 14, 2002
Wednesday, September 11, 2002
The coldness of ice, the sweetness of spring.
These are the sensations she lives for.
The mystery of the Great Beyond,
The intense pain and heart-breaking happiness of
Life itself.
Can you Live with it?
Could you possibly relate?
Do you understand the sensations
That need to be felt?
Oy... A few sentences that I chopped up into a poem, and therefore ruined. But, whatever. The colors. I have a few more examples.
Andrea: Silver
Kerri: Purple
Jesse: Pink(?)
Chris: Blue
Carly: Blue
So... What does this say? Genius does not necessarily make good taste. *grins* I'm so glad he'll never see this blogger... Just make him laugh at me, more! Blue... Pretty much goes along with what I said alkst time, and the silver... I'm really not sure. Now that I think of it, Silver is one of my favs, but blue and red are definite favorites. So... Silver. I don't know. Need more input.
These are the sensations she lives for.
The mystery of the Great Beyond,
The intense pain and heart-breaking happiness of
Life itself.
Can you Live with it?
Could you possibly relate?
Do you understand the sensations
That need to be felt?
Oy... A few sentences that I chopped up into a poem, and therefore ruined. But, whatever. The colors. I have a few more examples.
Andrea: Silver
Kerri: Purple
Jesse: Pink(?)
Chris: Blue
Carly: Blue
So... What does this say? Genius does not necessarily make good taste. *grins* I'm so glad he'll never see this blogger... Just make him laugh at me, more! Blue... Pretty much goes along with what I said alkst time, and the silver... I'm really not sure. Now that I think of it, Silver is one of my favs, but blue and red are definite favorites. So... Silver. I don't know. Need more input.
Tuesday, September 10, 2002
Favorite Colors..:
Brad: Red and Black
Naomi: Rust
Brennan: Blue
Me: Blue and Red
What do colors say about a person? I believe red or shades of red are a sign of high spirits, flash-flood tempers, or innate common sense... Wisdom, some might say. Blue and shades of such are a coolness, and a certain kind of temper that though it takes quite a while to ignite, is disastrous in its shockwaves. They have their own type of intelligence, more far-seated and analytical that the reds; the wisdom goes in opposite directions, though both are as deep, as sensitive to opinion.
I'd like to keep asking people I know, this particular question, so that I may add in more to these obsrvations...
Now, onto more personal matters. Naomi, please accept my humblest gratitude in reading and putting up with my ramblings tonight. You are a red, and with the wisdom of common sense, were able to put into words the emotions that I could not possibly understand or put words to.
As a warning to all who know me: The river runs deep, with currents that swirl more violent in the depths, than at the surface. There are things ever hidden that will never emerge, while there are others that could be siphoned out if one had the courage to wade in and wallow for a moment.
:: The girl watches the white screen, her dark blue eyes, so shallow and yet so hidden, fall absent as the balck lashes fall ever slower, sleep wearing away at her already ragged web of wakefulness. Those depths of midnight, hidden behind walls of steel humor and granite temper, swirl quickly, stirred up by something from the Great Beyond, something that caught her unawares... She knew it was something to be afraid of, and yet she wasn't. Yet. As all the others had fallen, so would he, a pawn within her ancient game of pull and push. And he, as she knew, would be as the others... Fallen. And so she waits, dreading the day, hating the day, knowing it would come, wishing it would come, hating herself for it, but knowing it must happen. And she waits... And she waits... ::
Brad: Red and Black
Naomi: Rust
Brennan: Blue
Me: Blue and Red
What do colors say about a person? I believe red or shades of red are a sign of high spirits, flash-flood tempers, or innate common sense... Wisdom, some might say. Blue and shades of such are a coolness, and a certain kind of temper that though it takes quite a while to ignite, is disastrous in its shockwaves. They have their own type of intelligence, more far-seated and analytical that the reds; the wisdom goes in opposite directions, though both are as deep, as sensitive to opinion.
I'd like to keep asking people I know, this particular question, so that I may add in more to these obsrvations...
Now, onto more personal matters. Naomi, please accept my humblest gratitude in reading and putting up with my ramblings tonight. You are a red, and with the wisdom of common sense, were able to put into words the emotions that I could not possibly understand or put words to.
As a warning to all who know me: The river runs deep, with currents that swirl more violent in the depths, than at the surface. There are things ever hidden that will never emerge, while there are others that could be siphoned out if one had the courage to wade in and wallow for a moment.
:: The girl watches the white screen, her dark blue eyes, so shallow and yet so hidden, fall absent as the balck lashes fall ever slower, sleep wearing away at her already ragged web of wakefulness. Those depths of midnight, hidden behind walls of steel humor and granite temper, swirl quickly, stirred up by something from the Great Beyond, something that caught her unawares... She knew it was something to be afraid of, and yet she wasn't. Yet. As all the others had fallen, so would he, a pawn within her ancient game of pull and push. And he, as she knew, would be as the others... Fallen. And so she waits, dreading the day, hating the day, knowing it would come, wishing it would come, hating herself for it, but knowing it must happen. And she waits... And she waits... ::
Monday, September 09, 2002
Oh dear... The trouble I do manage to get myself in. Really, I'd rather not say this to anyone, but... I've got to get it out, or I might just explode from impatience. Of which, dearest friends, you know that I do- quite often, really. Oy. Maybe I'll put it somewhere else, where none can see it, and this will serve as an otherwise useless post in an otherwise useless blogger. I really hope it'll go away, like the others have, and not bother to pester me any more. Oh Oh... Nobody knows The trouble I'm in... Nobody knows my sorrows... And let's pray to god they don't find out! *grins* Night all!
Sunday, September 08, 2002
Ghosts. Do they really exist? Or... are they just a figment of a person's imagination? What -are- ghosts? Do they have substance? Can some people see them, and if so, why not others? How does someone still living, look like a ghost?
I bring this up because of the curious statement that had been directed toward me by a friend of mine. "Abby, you look like a ghost!" How could I do such a thing? I was just being quiet, watching around the cafeteria. Have I made such a reputation of myself, so that whenever I am quiet, someone thinks I'm sick? Or something's wrong? I wish I had one of those little commenty javascript things so that I might get some feed back on this curious little question... Maybe I'll steal it from Gatsby... Lord knows she loves me enough to allow it... *grins* I hope.
I bring this up because of the curious statement that had been directed toward me by a friend of mine. "Abby, you look like a ghost!" How could I do such a thing? I was just being quiet, watching around the cafeteria. Have I made such a reputation of myself, so that whenever I am quiet, someone thinks I'm sick? Or something's wrong? I wish I had one of those little commenty javascript things so that I might get some feed back on this curious little question... Maybe I'll steal it from Gatsby... Lord knows she loves me enough to allow it... *grins* I hope.