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[15 Mar 2009|12:52am]

Elegy: To -----

 

 

I wish you could have seen

the beauty you possessed

in that final moment,

the cold, shaky breath

that escaped your red lips

and your icy blue eyes

that distracted us from the

ruby crimson

flowing from behind.

 

I wish you could have felt

the black silk,

the charcoal tulle

that surrounded your neck

on the final walk down the aisle,

the lace that lined your

existence

and the cold steel that still was there,

that had your back.

 

I wish you could have tasted

the sinister kiss of Death

moments before he arrived,

his angry need

to take you away.

The chocolate essence

of life,

the bittersweet love

that you seemed to be without.

 

I wish you could have smelled

the musty smell

of the cocoon you live in now,

the earthy smell of submersion,

the stench of rotting flesh.

The smell of the roses that surrounded you;

you and your pretty lips.

 

I wish you could have heard

the music we played,

the sound of cellos and violins,

the tears that fell,

the beautiful harp of the angels

that arrived to take you away.

 

I wish you could have known

the way we feel,

the betrayal,

the love,

the hate

and the expectations

of never seeing you again,

feeling your touch,

tasting your kiss,

smelling your sweet perfume,

hearing your beautiful voice.

 

I wish you could have known.

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A Shitty Villanelle [08 Mar 2009|07:06pm]

The day we live down by the sea

we’ll fill with rest and happiness

but there’s always my apathy.

 

The deep blue sea shall always be

but you and I may well digress

the day we live down by the sea.

 

I cannot deal with this debris

I want to realize our success

but there’s always my apathy.

 

Please help! My darling, hear my plea.

You’ll heal this with your warm caress

the day we live down by the sea.

 

At last we’ve reached our last decree

I thought I’d love you, I confess,

but there’s always my apathy.

 

Perhaps this does not have to be,

perhaps we’ll fix this, our distress

the day we live down by the sea

but there’s always my apathy.

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[08 Mar 2009|02:35pm]
[ mood | bored ]

Ah, LJ. It's been a long time.

Life is complicated for me right now, but, somehow, I'm really calm. It's like, I can see my wall of friendship basically crumbling around me, but I have those few people who keep me sane, and I know I can always trust them.

I've been pursuing my Greek studies for awhile, and everything's going great. I'm learning so much, and I'm finding that I can pick out a few words here and there when I listen to Greek radio. I'm hoping that I can get into the University of Florida and take Greek there, so I can become fairly fluent. I'd love to live in Greece some day, but that's a dream that will take a long time to achieve.

I'm celebrating my birthday in a few days, and I'm really excited to be getting a car. I can't wait to be able to go wherever I want, whenever I want (basically). No more hitching a ride from my parents or Emily. Plus, I'll be seventeen, so I can see R movies whenever I want. Emily and I have plans to see Last House on the Left on Friday. It better be scary!

I'm bored today. I should be finishing Watchmen, but I'm not sure if I want to be done with it yet. I'm weird like that- I don't want books that I enjoy to end.

Hopefully, The Sims and Harry Potter can keep me entertained for the rest of the day. I'm shopping for an outfit for Legally Blonde: The Musical tomorrow with my mom (I desperately need more jeans, anyway) and my birthday's on Tuesday! Hopefully, it'll be a great week.

Love,
Alexandria

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[26 Nov 2008|10:49am]

It just hurt so bad

I know I’ll never forgive you

even though I should.

I lost my friends, my life

because of you

and I don’t even know why you did it.

I thought you knew me better

and, hey, didn’t you say you loved me once?

Why can’t you just say you’re sorry?

 

God damn,

I’ll never be able

to look at you the same way

because you killed me

even though it was small

all my trust is gone.

 

If you’re reading this

you might know who you are

but more than likely

you’re completely oblivious.

And even though I know this isn’t well written

at ALL,

I just needed to get this out.

 

So please, let me say

that I do thank you

because you set me on my way

but there will never be a day

that I’ll be able to see you

the way I saw you before.

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Writer's Block: 9/11 [11 Sep 2008|10:58pm]
What were you doing on September 11th, 2001? How do the events of that day hold meaning for you now?
I was at school, in fourth grade. I remember watching the TV, seeing the second plane hit the tower. It's one of the days that is most clear to me, though I was so young. I remember that it didn't set in, and I still don't think it completely has. I didn't understand why it was so important. I remember my teacher telling us all to write an entry in our journals. I don't have the notebook anymore, but simply writing in it helped me to remember that tragic day.

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[19 Aug 2008|10:55pm]
[ mood | surprised ]

 This is really dumb of me to post to LJ, but I'll forget if I don't.

For all you silly fans out there, The Nightmare Before Christmas is coming out on DVD for the first time in forever on August 26th (in one week!)

That is all :]

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I GOT A PICTURE WITH GRETA! [17 Aug 2008|01:32am]
 The Hush Sound concert was amazing. Thank you SO MUCH, Buddha, for taking me.

Ugh, officially one day until school starts. Bittersweet, is it not?

See you all on Monday!
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Album [11 Aug 2008|09:57pm]
Just a silly album I made...

http://www.scrapblog.com/01883723-1236/20EB53FD-489F 
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Worst Day Ever [09 Aug 2008|09:50pm]
[ mood | gloomy ]

I got my hair cut today and it's ugly, and I regret cutting it because it was getting so long and pretty.

I'm babysitting until 11.

I have a headache from sobbing.

Can I just wake up from this nightmare?

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Four Ways to Wear: The Crochet Trim Dress by Chloé [02 Aug 2008|02:18pm]
[ mood | creative ]

This is mostly for my benefit, but if you like it, I'd appreciate feedback. I'm just trying to figure out how to get these things to embed correctly... 


Four Ways to Wear: The Crochet Trim Dress by Chloé





(Click to Enlarge Pictures)
This dress is among the most versitile types in style. Its neutral brown color and simple design make it easy to wear any time of the day.





Variation 1: Add elegance easily by adding gold accessories. Whether they're expensive or not doesn't matter-- what does is that the golds match as closely as possible.




Variation 2: Add pretty, richly colored leggings to bring some definition to this casual look. A few simple accessories really help dress it up- great for a quick trip to the mall.




Variation 3: Wooden beads and ripped jeans give a western spin to this comfortable style. You could wear this look during the day, but switch the boot-cuts for some darker skinny jeans for a classier look for work.





Variation 4: Pink, brown and silver are always a winning combo. This is great for a chilly night out, or substitute the cardigan with some cute earrings as a day look.

All of these pictures were made with www.polyvore.com. Thanks to lifeofbuddhafor the link.

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Another Survey... [14 Jul 2008|08:52pm]
[ mood | bored ]

Do you have the nuts to answer these Q's and repost as The Controversial Survey?
Perhaps.

Would you do meth if it was legalized?
Hell no.

Abortion:

A woman should have the right to do what she wants.

Would our country fall with a woman president?
Not to be a total douche, but, our country will probably fall whether the president is a woman, man, or hermaphrodite.

Do you believe in the death penalty?
That's a tough one. I feel like they don't really have to deal with what they did, but I also believe in an eye for an eye.

Are you for or against premarital sex?
Nope. I’m just against giving it away for free.

Do you think same sex marriage should be legalized?
Uh, YES.

Do you think its wrong that so many Hispanics are moving to the USA?
No, and I think you’re a douche if you do.

You wouldn’t be here if you ancestors hadn’t immigrated here so many years before.

A 12 year old girl has a baby..should she keep it?
No. That’s a terrible situation for both the child and the mother.

Whether she aborts it or puts it up for adoption, she shouldn’t be raising it on her own.

Should the alcohol age be lowered age be lowered to 18?
Probably. Age doesn’t hinder people from making decisions most of the time.

Should the war in Iraq be called off?
I think so.

Assisted suicide is illegal..do you agree?
No. If someone is writhing in pain, begging me to help them die, I’m not going to just make them suffer.

Do you believe in spanking your children?
I guess, as long as it doesn’t go overboard.

Would you burn an American flag for a million dollars?
Probably not, only out of fear of bad karma; I believe in the rule of three…

A mother is declared innocent after murdering her 5 children in
a temporary insanity case..what do you think?
Depends on if she’s really insane. I suppose, either way, she’ll be put away forever, so as long as she isn’t a threat to other children, it doesn’t really matter.

Are you afraid others will judge you from reading some of your answers?
No.

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My New Favorite Person [05 Jun 2008|06:43pm]
[ mood | excited ]

 

Today I went to the library and did a bit of research on ^this^ cool kid, Edie Sedgwick. Basically, she used to chill with Andy Warhol and she and him were best friends. 

I don't know much about Andy Warhol or Edie, but for some reason, she fascinates me.



She died of a drug overdose. She was totally addicted to speed and numerous other drugs. I'm going to see Ciao! Manhattan, starring her, sometime this summer. Supposedly her nerves are so fried from the drugs she can hardly walk. 



Sounds interesting.

By the way...

OMIGOD TOMORROW IS THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!1!11!!!eleventy1

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[29 May 2008|11:55pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

 The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger

House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski

Beloved by Toni Morrison

The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold

American Gods: A Novel by Neil Gaiman

My Sweet Audrina by V.C. Andrews

The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris

Every Secret Thing by Laura Lipmann

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

The Road by Cormac McCarthy

Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire

One down! It was so good.

I can't wait to read My Sweet Audrina.

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[28 May 2008|08:13pm]
[ mood | uncomfortable ]

 It's scary that this year is ending. And it's scary that I'll probably never see Karen, or Cristian, or any of my senior friends after graduation.
And when I say scary, I'm not just playing around. I'm terrified of so many things.
I'm scared of growing older, of looking at colleges, of learning how to drive. I'm scared of what's happening with my grades, and I'm scared of what will happen to me next year.
But the thing I am most scared of is forgetting.
I'm afraid that I'll forget my friends. They're like my family, and as much as any of them may not believe it, they mean as much to me as my own flesh and blood.
I'm terrified of forgetting about my friends who are graduating. I don't want to forget Karen's voice. I don't want to forget the way Cristian acts like a dork all of the time. I don't want to forget Nina's art that just makes me smile.
I want to remember any and every conversation, every song we listen to, every little moment we have together in the gazebo, in Journalism, in Creative Writing.
I want to remember everything, but I know I can't.
And it's scary.

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[22 May 2008|11:22pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

 I just updated, but...
what is with the Journalism final?
Create your own yearbook?

...yeah, that makes a ton of sense.
It's not like we'd do anything pertaining to the newspaper in journalism.

Ugh, whatever. At least Katie and I don't have to do our dumbass chapter.

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Elegy [22 May 2008|10:47pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]

To -----

 

 

I wish you could have seen

the beauty you possessed

in that final moment,

the cold, shaky breath

that escaped your red lips

and your icy blue eyes

that distracted us from the

ruby crimson

flowing from behind.

 

I wish you could have felt

the black silk,

the charcoal tulle

that surrounded your neck

on the final walk down the aisle,

the lace that lined your

existence

and the cold steel that still was there,

that had your back.

 

I wish you could have tasted

the sinister kiss of Death

moments before he arrived,

his angry need

to take you away.

The chocolate essence

of life,

the bittersweet love

that you seemed to be without.

 

I wish you could have smelled

the musty smell

of the cocoon you live in now,

the earthy smell of submersion,

the stench of rotting flesh.

The smell of the roses that surrounded you;

you and your pretty lips.

 

I wish you could have heard

the music we played,

the sound of cellos and violins,

the tears that fell,

the beautiful harp of the angels

that arrived to take you away.

 

I wish you could have known

the way we feel,

the betrayal,

the love,

the hate

and the expectations

of never seeing you again,

feeling your touch,

tasting your kiss,

smelling your sweet perfume,

hearing your beautiful voice.

 

I wish you could have known.

 
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Ballad: Wicked Old Witch [20 May 2008|05:35pm]

The wicked old witch sat, waiting in the hay,

for the four little children to come out to play.

She wanted only to innocently watch them have fun

while shielding herself from the setting sun.

 

Her appearance was homely but her intentions were just

to watch the four children play until dusk.

The poor old witch never had a play mate

for all the young children were filled with hate.

 

The wicked old witch sat, waiting in the hay,

for the four little children to come out to play.

She wanted only to innocently watch them have fun

while shielding herself from the setting sun.

 

The poor, ugly witch, from the moment she was born,

attracted with her appearance all laughter and scorn.

Her strange, green physique was all but comely,

leaving her sad, unwanted and lonely.

 

The wicked old witch sat, waiting in the hay,

for the four little children to come out to play.

She wanted only to innocently watch them have fun

while shielding herself from the setting sun.

 

As she sat waiting under the dying sun,

the wicked witch realized the children would not come.

Had they spotted her in her small hiding place?

Had they been scared away by her sad, olive face?

 

The wicked old witch sat, waiting in the hay,

for the four little children to come out to play.

She wanted only to innocently watch them have fun

while shielding herself from the setting sun.

 

As the sad wicked witch skulked all the way home,

she decided that some day, she would roam

to a brand new place where the children play,

even if she searched, day after day.

 

The wicked old witch sits, waiting in the hay,

for new little children to come out to play.

She wants only to join them in their fun

and feel the rays of the warm, setting sun.

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Speed Racer was Epic [09 May 2008|11:27pm]
[ mood | nauseated ]

PANCAKES ARE LOOOVE. 



























By the way, no, I'll never, ever stop saying that.

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Portfolio [27 Apr 2008|11:58am]
[ mood | artistic ]

I need to build up my portfolio.

If any of you know of any events that I can take pictures of-- Weddings, Baby Showers, even some people who have gotten engaged-- please let me (or them) know.

I will do this for free.

It would mean a lot to me. Even if any of you will let me take pictures of you. It would be so awesome.

Thank youuuuu.

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Not quite sure [21 Apr 2008|06:33pm]

Htaed

 

I’m on the island of Htaed.

It’s round, and it only takes ten minutes to walk to the other side.

It’s made of sand, not rock, but sometimes I discover caves that take me deep under the ocean,

so deep my ears pop,

but I don’t mind,

because it’s beautiful, and I can feel the vibrations of the blue that surrounds me.

I paint. I paint a lot.

Sometimes I paint on the cave walls, sometimes on the sand. Sometimes, on myself, or a canvas, or in the ocean.

 

I love the ocean.

Sometimes, I am the ocean.

I can float in the ocean, and not have to worry about anything.

Fears and lies are gone. Just me, and the rocking of the velvet that surrounds my entire being.

I can just drift away.

It is my sanctuary.

 

I’m very, very pale. My body is perfect, though it isn’t really perfect.

It serves its purpose. I don’t need clothes because I have my skin. I’m stripped down to the bareness of my soul.

My hair is long, past my butt, down almost to my knees. And it’s my natural, untainted color, dirty blonde. It suits me perfectly.

I don’t have wings, but I can fly if I want to. I don’t need wings to fly, because it’s natural.

 

She is there, but only when I need her. She’s almost me, but she isn’t.

Her hair is different. It’s a bit shorter, but it’s curly, so it’s longer when it’s wet.

She’s my best friend, and she’s perfect. She has always been perfect.

We aren’t lovers, because on the island of Htaed, you don’t need that kind of satisfaction.

That kind of longing doesn’t exist.

She is pale, too, and her eyes are sort of green. We don’t really need to talk, but we do, sometimes.

 

There isn’t too much to talk about, since we don’t worry anymore.

We don’t lie, or cheat, because everything is fair.

I’m alone sometimes, and I’m with her sometimes, because she knows me.

She knows that I know her, too. We know what we need, and when we need each other.

We aren’t afraid to sleep, because we know that we can sleep as long and as deeply as we want, and nothing will ever get us.
We do not age.

 

I love the island of Htaed.

I’m glad I came here.

But sometimes, I think about life, and people that were there.

But not really, because there was never a point.

Burdens, unhappiness, striving for something better.

I’m here.

I am something better.

This is something better.

This is it.

 

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