Happiness July 7, 2008
My friend sent me this message, and I figured I might as well try it. I’m hoping that putting it on here counts just as much as texting or emailing it because I have neither texting nor email for use with my friends. Help me find happiness, no matter how real, through this text message!
xD
Read this message do not delete it or ignore it. One day A girl was dreaming about the perfect guy and she recieved this message. She Read it a few times and sent it to all her friends. The next day at the mall she saw her Dream guy. He walked up to her and they became best friends and eventually went out and were married years later. A boy was texting his girlfriend when he recieved this message. He read it and laughed and deleted it, thinking his life cudnt get any better. Then two days later wen he wuz suppost to go out wit his girl she never showed up and as he wuz driving away he heard on the radio his girlfriend had been in a car accident and died. He also lost his mother and his best friend. He decided to find the message and he sent it. he found out his girlfriend and best friend were not dead. Just in a coma. His mom did not survive. If u care about the ppl around u, U will send this to ten ppl b4 midnite and sumthin will make u very happy, go!
Thanx, everyone!
~Airolyn
Waking Up In the Afternoon… July 7, 2008
I just got up two hours ago. Apparently I should stop sleeping in untill 1pm because it is bad for me. Well, fine then.
Also, I think I should do a post buoycot because I’m writing so much no one can keep up with the important posts, like the one about ghosts. I don’t like that all of my writing is being ignored.
Last point on this VERY short post is that I am going to write another children’s book inspired by my night last night. It shall written in the form of a letter from a child to the witch who makes people itch telling the witch about how the kid couldn’t sleep last night because of all of their itchy bites.
I’m really bored and have nothing new to type about.
I WANT MORE COMMENTS!!! (And a Maggie-dating-service! xDDDD)
D=
~Airolyn
Friendship - THE MAGGIE July 6, 2008
I am now starting a new series on my blog known as “Friendship” and it will be dedicated to immortalizing my buddies who mean ever so much to me! The first person to go down in history on this blog shall be…MAGGIE! Because she just called me and because she is just awesome like that… xP
She just called back and said that she is incredibally proud of herself for being awesome and chosen first.
I must now leave and commit all of my attention to the Maggie on the phone. TTFN!
~
I have now returned to type about…THE MAGGIE! because her name requires extra emphasis and such…
xD
Her blog is maggietheloud.wordpress.com - go there and give her more views! =D
Anyway, in order to do this series I must first come up with an adjective that is strictly MAGGIE.
Adjective: Magofolous.
Or not. I don’t know. I’m not very good at coming up with new adjectives to describe indescribable people…
Oh well, I suppose I shall just describe her with…EXISTING WORDS!
This post is just dripping with EMPHASIS! Oh yes, fear the awesomeness…
Maggie:
1) Unique
2) Hyper
3) Sweet
4) Talkative
5) Creative
6) Artistic
7) Not my dating service
8) Cool beyond words
9) Flustered
10) Magofolous!!!!
=D
Maggie is an awesome friend whom I met while on the bus to my previous school. We began talking after a few rides and not right away because I at first thought she was crazy. I am not saying my oppinions to that respect have changed, but I am saying that she is crazy cool, or something else that has a positive conotation on the word “crazy”because Maggie, while crazy, is one of the coolest people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
She is quite understanding and easy to talk to, and completely special!
I love my Maggie, and I plan on staying in touch with her…FOREVER!!!!!!!
MUHAHAHA…
Haha I love you Maggie!
Anyway…
Maggie hates drama, and therefor prefers guys to girls(except awesome, semi-drama-less ones like me!). Maggie has “yield-sign hair,” or hair that becomes triangular when not up in her signature brown pigtails that are ever so Maggie-ish. Maggie has 2 brothers who I have not yet met, but shall meet come August. Maggie has a semi-boyfriend, and therefor invokes my boy-fettish-ful envy of love. Ish.
Never fear, for I myself do not understand my above sentence. I am simply hyper/super tired due to lack of sleep and I am spouting the first things that come to my head.
Maggie believes me to be “special,” but in the best way possible.
=D
I shall do more on the Maggie at a later date, but for now I am being booted from the laptop.
In conclusion to my first post in the “Friendship” series, Maggie is a wonderfully hyper girl who is an unforgetable pleasure to know!
^_^
~Airolyn
P.S. Maggie likes it better when I do short posts, so HAPPY BORTHDAY, MAGGIE! This post was short and easy to read just for you!!!!
<3
(Only 500-ish words!!!)
P.P.S. FOR THOSE OF YOU HAVE NOT YET READ FROM Sleepless Nights Spent Sleeping UP TO THIS POST PLEASE DO SO! And, Maggie, that is the post that includes the wacko dreams that I didn’t yet describe to you. =D
Ok, ok…532 words…
BUT YOU STILL LOOOOOOOOOVVVVEEE MEEEEE!!!! <3 XP
Guess What?! I’M BORED! July 6, 2008
OK, as you can see quite clearly from the title of this post I’m bored. I wish my friends would post as much as I have been so I have something interesting to read. But, alas, they currently have aquired lives. Losers… xP Just kidding - I love you all!
Anyway, the thing I most wanted to say concerning numbers of posts is that I’m sorry I have been posting SO much, but I don’t have much more to do here. If you have not yet done so I would appreciate everyone who enjoys reading this blog to go back to my most recent dream post (Sleepless Night Spent Sleeping) and read from that post up to this one, because if you don’t you are missing out desperately on my life and its current happenings.
Also, as far as dreams go, I do believe my theory was correct considering that 2 nights ago I had two dreams - one about the Jonas Brothers meeting me (no comment and no details I feel like reporting) and the other was about the camp I’m about to go to, except this was not a good dream! - and I had stayed up both nights. The art camp one did not end well due to the fact that in order to get to the camp we had to use a rope that slanted upwards across the tops of some pine trees - this slightly resembled a flat slope if you looked at it from the side…it looked like something out of a Mario game now that I think of it - and Luke was better at it than I was. Because of this a nice councelor showed Luke and I an abandoned rest room atthebottom of the trees and the last stall had a hatch above the tiolet that she opened with her key that revealed some stairs. Then the old headmaster dude heard us so my brother walked out and revealed himself, then I followed - this was so the councelorwouldn’t be found and, like, killed for showing us “the secret.” She then got locked in there though, ’cause the master didn’t know about her being there, and then we had to climb the rope/trees, and then go back to our tiny rooms, and look our windows that gave a scary view down the mountains we were on, and then Chris, my other brother, began squishing poinsonousspiders. It was nerve-racking.
I prefer not to go into more detail.
The curious thing though is that I have had that dream before…ugh. I have had a lot of repeat dreams recently…’tis odd…
Since I have nothing better to now ramble on about I think I shall put up my newest music loves. They are as follows (yes they are in order of greatest favorite to least favorite, but I love them all) :
1) Panic! At the Disco : Time to Dance
2) Panic! At the Disco : Camisado
3) Fall Out Boy : Fame > Infamy
4) Coldplay : Viva La Vida
5) Hellogoodbye : Here(In Your Arms)
6) My Chemical Romance : Famous Last Words
These are the ones currently on my ever-playing playlist. Next week I shall probably havebrand new favorites, so don’t be discouraged, dear readers, if you don’t like any of the above mentioned songs.
If you have never heard any of the above songs I highly reccomend you look them up.
Now…anything else I can write about in my time of boredom…
Well, I;ve gotton to know Melissa, or Pruks (Pr-oo-x, is how it’s pronounced) who is the renter and friend of Tiffany’s. She’s really cool…I’m currently on her laptop, so she automatically gets good-person status! =D
She’s been the one staying up with me playing Speed and other such card games, along with Tetris on the X-Box. She’s 26, but still 16 on the inside. She is also cool because she understands that the problem with my father is that he doesn’t know how to have fun, that I am the coolest of all of my siblings, and, finally, that children under 15 are murder and should be shot. In my family at least…
Yes, I am just kidding (I would never shoot anyone…unless my life were in danger), but still. Siblings, You gotta understand!!
By the way, Keebler’s Grasshoppers (the cookies) are sooooo good…mmmmmm…
*I fell in love, in love with you suddenly, now there’s no other place I could be but here in your arms.*
Stupid song lyrics are making my jealous…
Ugh.
BORED…
GO VEGETARIAN! YOU’LL FEEL BETTER AND LIVE BETTER! SAVE LIVES - DON’T EAT MEAT!!!
That was my vegetarian rant for the day - be thankful it was short or I can guarantee you all would be chocking on your chicken sandwiches that you just had for lunch!
I want to IM someone, but no one is on…
Compy!
(Computer)
I can’t wait for art camp…the only downside is that I do believe I will be cut of from the rest of the world for that month. But, dear blogging buddies, do not despair! I will try to slip in a quick post here and there if I can find a computer…
If not, then I will just do an extra long post when I return!!
>=D
Haha…
Cringe before my wordy-ness!
I am now going to go to humanbrqincloud.com because it is amusing at bored times such as these…
Most of my love,
Untill next time,
Tons of hugs,
~Airolyn!!
P.S. 894 words…hehe… xD Let’s get to 900!! Wod word word…Yay! 900 words! =D
<3
Fwahaha… July 6, 2008
No, that title has absolutely no relevance to this post - I just felt like some maniacal laughter!
This post is really about ghosts.
My brother can see ghosts. (By the way, I do have his permission to talk about him in this post!!) He says he has seen two so far in our house. One that he sees is an old man who is wearing an all black hooded cloak, and has black eyes. Luke, my brother who can see the ghosts, says he sort of looks like our grandfather on our dad’s side.
The other being that Luke sees is a teenage girl, around maybe 15 years old, who is wearing “white saggy jeans” and shirts like what I usually wear, says Luke, except her shirt is always white. She has hair that is down to her shoulders and it’s a white-ish color.
The thing I find most interesting about these two apparitions is their colors - when I first asked Luke to describe them he said one is always in white, and the other is always in black. Upon further questioning and more detail this appears to be true. I just find it…odd that they are two…opposites, so to speak. He even says their energy seems sort of different.
I believe him.
I don’t know what you readers will think, and I really don’t care, because I do believe in ghosts and entities, and I most certainly believe my brother. Luke is no wack-job.
The other interesting thing about these beings is that he only sees reflections - always he sees quick glimpses of these people in our bathroom mirror behind him, or in the mirror in his room that used to be in the hall. He says he only sees them for a moment, but when he turns they aren’t there any more.
“They don’t talk…they just stand there like their clueless, or whatever they’re doing. They stand there like, ‘what am I doing?’ They just look so clueless…their faces are just so blank. I can’t tell if they knew that they were there or if they have no idea what’s going on. It’s just really…I would think they would know what they were doing, but they just…they seem so, like, ‘what am I doing here? What’s going on?’”
He said the one word the man has ever said was “kill,” and the girl said “hail.” When the girl spoke, he says he saw her lips move, but they were forming a very different word than “hail” but he heard the word “hail” for sure. He thinks that maybe her word she was forming with her mouth started with a ‘c.’
Luke is 9 years old.
Luke is not a liar when it comes to things like this.
These things are really scaring him.
So far, he says he hasn’t seen any in this house though, only our mom’s house.
He has tried to talk to them, but they never answer. He only sees them for around 3 seconds, so he says that by the time he starts asking his questions like “who are you?” and “what are you doing here?” they have already vanishes. He says he’s positive that this is not his imagination.
“My mom thinks it’s my imagination, but I know it’s not.”
He has seen the girl about 9 times, and the man about 11 times, because he started seeing the man first. He first saw the man in his mirror in his room, and the first time Luke saw him he says he had blood running down the side of his head, but that never happened again. He first saw the girl in the reflection of our kitchen window when he was just walking in the room. She had a scar in the shape of an ‘x’ on her leg. The next time he saw her the scar was bleeding, but then the next few times he saw her he never saw the scar again. He said he saw them both about 3 times before they said their words. He says that they don’t make him scared so much as he is just nervous to be seeing these things. He said that the man is the one with the negative and semi-”I’m gonna kill you!” vibe that “kinda…pusjes down on me” says Luke. The girl just stands there and gives off good vibes.
I would love any words of encouragement or any ideas from other psychics out there who have read this, or from anyone who just…wants to comment.
Thanks so much, Airolyn.
Poe[m] July 5, 2008
First, thanks to all who sent their condolences - I’m feeling much better now!
Second, I think that’s quite a brilliant title, don’t you all? Well, you’ll understand when you read the rest of this post!
“Thou wouldst be loved? - then let thy heart
From its present pathway part not!
Being every thing which now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not.
So with the world thy gentle ways,
Thy grace, thy more than beauty,
Shall be an endless theme of praise
And love - a simple duty.”
-Edgar Allen Poe
I really loved this particular poem because its message is so…right. It simply states that if you want to be loved then be yourself. Don’t change to try to get people to like you because the people who will truly love you are the ones who will love the real you. The poem says that if you remain true to yourself then just your personality alone will be ample a reason for people to automatically be drawn to and love you. “And love - a simple duty.” It will take no extra thought on the part of the world to be drawn to you - being yourself will have magnetic consequences all on its own. If you want to be loved (according to Poe) simply don’t stray from your heart’s path - stay true to yourself.
I believe truer words than these of Edgar Allen Poe are rarely spoken.
~Airolyn
P.S. While I do believe this poem is correct and touching I never said it made me feel better!!! </3 ….
Wish July 4, 2008
The title of this entry is rather random but it felt right so I think I will just leave it up to interpretation. I really shouldn’t still be on now because of my current state, but I’m taking advantage of being on while I can because I’m not alowed on later because my family is leaving to go to a fourth of July picnic with their church. I’m not going ’cause I puked. I’m still shaking. Ugh.
Acually, I think this title might work. My wish is that I could die right now. That or be saved. Saved in some random yet still save-like-ish way. I’m making no sense. I should get off now but instead I’m going to ramble untill I’m forced off.
Bleh.
Sigh, bark, yuck.
Barf* not bark.
See…?
Problems.
No comment.
20 views today so far, 33 yesterday, 67 the day before. Yay.
Now with this being my…3rd (or second, I don’t remember, I’m too screwed up) post of the day I think I will get more. Views that is. I wish I had more everyday, like that 67 day, but not all wishes come true. In fact, very few things people wish for come true…or maybe that’s just in my life.
Sigh.
Cut…er, cucumber. Typo again.
Haha, maybe Maggie’s name for me on her blog was right - Vegetarian Emo Girl - Veg.
But I admit nothing.
Please don’t be scared away by all this, oh dear readers, I’m simply sick and dilutional…
I can’t even spell.
And, no, I am not cutting.
Chill.
Did I mention I wish I could curl up….or, not even curl up. I wish I could just sleep right now. For a long time.
Now.
Wish seems so…perfect…
I don’t even know why.
I think I need to talk to someone, via compy, but I can’t ’cause I’ll be booted off before anyone I really know reads this.
This is why teenage life sucks. Melissa (house guest and friend of Tiffany’s) asked if teenage life sux and I said yea. She asked why. I simply couldn’t formulate an answer because so many things in our fragile teenage lives can suck and go horribly wrong. Well Melissa, even though you don’t read my blog your explanation of why life sucks is above.
Wish…
Wish…
Wish…
Wish…
Wish…
But wishes fade…just like those colors.
Anyone feel like saving me…? For I wish to be saved…
~Air…
Hate July 4, 2008
I feel so sick right now - both mentally and physically. This hatered that I’m feeling right now is eating me up inside, and it’s makeing me physically sick. I swear I’m about to barf. I just wanna curl up and die somewhere, and soon. I grabbed my iPod and put it on shuffle and the first song that came on was “She Will Be Loved” and it was just so fitting.
Thank God the computer is right near the bathroom ’cause I just lost this morning’s pancakes.
Anyway, that particular Maroon 5 song just always says something to me so the fact that it came on was…scary. Then “Dance Hall Drug” came on which was equally perfect because that’s the song I always go to when I’m upset. It’s wierd (just like multiple other recent things in my life). Music is like…my life to some extent, and the songs that randomely come on alot on the radio or on my iPod at certain times are just so relevent…it works.
I’m just so mad right now at my life - my siblings, my dad, myself. I have no clue. It can’t be healthy though. My siblings are just so…mean. It’s not like them to go this far. I’m being treated more so like the outcast than I ever have been before. Everyone has their partner or their group in the house except me. I’m so out of it.
Chris is speaking German right now. Have I used the word “fitting” yet in this post?!?! Because I really can’t stand German (no offense to anyone). I just don’t think it’s a pretty langage - it’s not something I want to hear.
I’m about to fucking pass out.
Ugh.
*Barf.* No joke.
The scars on my wrist are burning…there was a time when I felt like this much more than I have recently and I dealt with it… “that way.” Now I think I’m almost back to that point right now. I don’t know what to do…
My hands…no, my whole body is shaking as I type this. I’ve hit the backspace key way more than usual. That’s how many mistakes I’m making.
I feel like sh*t, you can tell ’cause I’m cursing so much. I think I’ll just fall asleep on the compy ’cause I’m so tired and I can’t keep typing. My thoughts aren’t coming together properly either. I’ll try to do another, more sensible post on this later.
Untill then, goodafternoon, goodnight.
Sleepless Nights Spent Sleeping July 4, 2008
This is going to be a nice quick post because I must soon go back and woop my step-mom’s butt in Tetrus on the X-Box.
For the past 4 days I have been up untill at least midnight. Then I have slept in untill noon. This is a nice life - staying up playing card games and then sleeping the day away - because there is nothing more exiting in this house to do, due to the fact that I am never alowed on the X-Box or the 360 because my siblings are assholes. They refuse to let me play ever and are being such losers I think I might have to seriously beat them. But that is beyond the point.
This entry is simply to state my theory that late nights and late mornings for those of us who are neither late to bed nor early to rise people leads to too many dreams. I have already posted one of my recent dreams that was wierd, but that was before I even came to my father’s. However, in the past two nights I have had two strange dreams that I will not bother to describe in any more detail than the following:
1) 2 nights ago I had a dream where there were two captains of these two ships - one good and one bad - and they were, like, floating ships, and this was int he future, and me and my dad were in this pool/ocean thing and the current would pull you away and drown you if you let go if this rope railing, and my dad was being able to slowly but surely pull himself fromt he evil waters but then the pirate-y ship people showed up and the bad one yelled at the good one for not using the right sword because the one he was using was connected to the ship and he should have used Kenshin or whatever the sword was called, and yada yada yada…Then a lot of people died and I was in space on a half-blown-up spaceship in a room that had once been the living room and I was alone and my cats had died and I have no idea. It was wierd. Then my dad and my sister and I were in a futeristic mall and we called for a cop who gave me a ride to this one place (it was a robot cop) and I found my friend whom Maggie refers to as Pancake and he was with some other little girl and he told me what had happened to him and I told him about the deadly pool thing and the spaceship and then we were released and then I chased him through the mall on a bike and we were both going down stairs too fast on the bikes and almost hitting the bikers on the stairs in front of us and it was strange. I am not going into any more detail ’cause it will take too long.
2) Last night I was with my friend Kristin in the dream and we were having to climb mountain paths and fight necromancers who were following us. The first time my group was moving very slowly up the mountain so the flying ship that was carring the evil necromancers was catching up and let hem off at the edge of the mountain and they chased us and we beat them and then we were in a desert and it was dark. Then I was staying with this one sper poor desert lady whos home was on the sand surrounded by two cloths and she wouldn’t let me move one of the cloths so we would be better hidden from the wind. There was a raven plaque on the wall and she was very evily religious and I was nervous so then I met up with Kristin again and we left and we found our group and we walked around the edges of these mountains to the base of another mountain where we were to go in and fight more necrimancers to get to this happy place but first we had to go to another mountain and shear some animals. It was wierd. First we went to one cave and got the tools then we walked a long way again and went into a mountain cave with all the animals. I was like the first one tehre so I grabbed a sheep. I was done pretty fast so then Kristin and I got a car ride to the mountain with the necromancers. This was very strange and lucky because there were no cars so we were happy anyway ’cause we hadn’t had to trudge through the sand again. It was still dark. Then the rest of the group showed up and they were poking the ground outside of the necromancer cave and I whispered to Kristin that that was stupid because I knew some necros would jump out of the ground and sure enough they did and then we beat them back but only due to numbers, not skill. Then we went in the cave, got through, and came to this little rock formation that was almost like…a jungle gym because there was a slide biult on the far side and a ramp that we crossed. Kristin and I followed this one guy that I apparently liked then we found a back path that led to this little tree adn we could sit there hidden by bushes and watch everyone. Then the dream started over from the first mountain path part and this time we were a million times faster and got rd of the necromancers much easier and then we had to shear animals again and this time I got a goat who kept biting me and the dude I liked got a llama and I was jealous and then we went back to the mountain of the necros and Kristin and I somehow managed a ride again except it turned out to be the dude I liked who was driving. Then we made it through again, Kristin and I went to our tree, and then we were all told to gather around the part of the necros’ cave that we had come out of. Then these two old people came out and started taking people into the caves to test them. My friend Rome was in front of me and she got chosen first because the old lady liked her watch which was actually my watch I had lent Rome. Rome was nervous and resistent but eventually went in and passed. Then the two people next to her went, then she went again. Then the old man chose this girl named Shannon, took her in, and she came back telling everyone it was time for ice-cream. Turns out not everyone was tested - in fact only like 4 people were - and that Shannon had gotton to choose the ice-cream flavors. Then I couldn’t find any good ice-cream so I settled with vanilla and then I went back to the tree with Kristin, then Kristin left the tree, and then the dude I liked joined me, we made out, and then I woke up to Tiffany (step-mom) asking if I was going to come downstairs and eat. I replied with “eventually” and went back to sleep for three hours.
It was wierd.
~Airolyn
P.S. Sorry, and so much for quick - it turned out to be more than I thought!
