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"....One last time I cry out your name, hoping that somehow you'll answer me....Never more shall I see your face, nor feel the warmth of your arms again...." |
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Broken Toy Angel
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 @ 05:17am
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Today Was a Good Day - Ice Cube
Remember back when Ice Cube was a good rapper? he was actually thought of as tough and stuff? Remember back when NWA was the s**t?....damn I feel old...anyway....>.>
So today I took Brenda out, you might remember her from earlier posts. I did like her and was interested in being more than friends, but that was long ago, now we are good friends and I'm not interested in anything more than that. So hanyway, her birthday was Saturday and I wanted to take her out and have some fun. We went to the local theme park, though I practically had to drag her into every ride. I was able to convince her to get on most of them, so it was all cool and fun.
We went to eat after that and she showed me a new Chinese restaurant. Turns out we both love that stuff so it was all good on that front too. Tons of yummy eats at the place and I was able to teach her how to eat with chopsticks too. The only slightly odd thing there was when she asked me what I thought of her parents...although we usually talk about each other's families she usually just complains about her brothers and other things, but for some reason she wanted me to like her parents. And she also made a point to bring up the fact that she'd talked to her mom about me a lot...but anyway we joked about our fortunes in the fortune cookies and moved on.
After that I decided to take her to an arcade that was close by. She's not really into games but I figured it was just something to end the day. We didn't start out to good since she couldn't get the hang of the driving games we tried (she's better at me driving stick shift so I thought that would be an easy type to start out on....so much for that theory =/) We tried other types of games that she did like a bit more, but nothing too special. However we soon made our way to the fighting games. Specifically to Tekken 5. She wasn't too thrilled at the game at first, but right from the start she was hooked. We spent the rest of the time at the machine and by the end she was starting to get the hang of it. I told her she should come over my house so we can play it again. Strangely enough it brought back the family issue again, this time she started asking what my family thought of her.
Anyway it was all good and I'm pretty sure she had a good time. Which is all good cause I had fun too. Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I gotta say it was a good day
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 @ 06:35am
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>_<
Hokay so like I always like keeping my hair nice and neat and stuff. I'm very particular about who cuts my hair because it's my one little indulgence you could say. I'm not totally bitchy or anything but I do like to only get my hair cut by certain people. Since my sister likes cutting hair and she knows how I like it she's usually the one to do it, but every once in a while I go and get it cut elsewhere. I know this probably sounds a bit too shallow, but bear with me a little. WHen I was little my dad was in control of my hair. I hated the barber he took me to and it always ended in pain for me, both because the guy didn't keep his tools sharp enough and because if I flinched even a little my dad would get angry and it would result in more than a scolding. Later on the style was also a problem. He insisted that a mullet was the best haircut in the world >_<. Now it wasn't a totally horrific mullet as far as mullets go, but I still hate those things with a passion. So ever since I was able to choose my hair grooming I've been selective of it. It's always with the same stylists, the same methods and details I need done. Maybe it sounds like I'm too much of a b***h or something, but it's not really all that bad. I explain to the person what I want the first time I get my haircut with them and then the following times it's sort of routine unless I specify a change. Easy non? So after this person has known me at least a couple of years and after getting a haircut from them several times why do they have to mess it up?!?! I understand that it's a habit to ask, but the instructions are always the same. Size 1 on the side and back, short cur with sissors on the top and a trim on the bangs to even them out. It's the way it's been for almost 5 years now after I stopped letting it grow. (before it almost reached my shoulders) After asking and recieving the same instructions this woman goes and cuts off the bangs >_<!! Granted, they're not big yet since I chopped them off at the beginning of summer. But it still annoys me that they messed it up after I had told them how I wanted it. >_<
On the other hand, I kinda likes the way it looks O_O
>.>
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Broken Toy Angel
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Broken Toy Angel
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 @ 03:23am
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*Edited to fit author's update* This is an amazingly beautiful poem by the amazingly beautiful Jenny. Not only is this thing amazing but I really want to hear her sing it. Some of ya'll know a lot of these lyrics hit really close to home. So anyway, without further ado, here it is:
Broken Toy Angel
Where has my inspiration gone? Lost like a rolling wave out on the ancient sea. Oh how I mourn each day and night, wishing to feel you once again, your warmth, your gaze, your light, your grace, but always in vain. Always in vain, my love.
Hopeless, I look to the sky as the stars dot the horison. Searching among them but none of them remind me of the ones I saw in your eyes the first time we danced. Not one of them do, my love.
I'm numb like an urchin in the cold, dead like a wilted rose among the thorny weeds. Empty inside and all alone, crying to help to ease the pain inside my heart, inside my soul, I'm crying for you. I'm crying for you again.
I stand on the shore in the cold as the wind swirls around me. Weary I sit on the sand as the tears fall. Time seems to fly past me, but still I cry. Still hoping that I might see your smile again, but the grief is too much to bear alone. Lost are the pleasures of touch, for the pain has numbed me. Oh how I wish to feel the wind on my face one last time. Just once again, God, I pray.
One last time I cry out your name, hoping that somehow you'll answer me. When my hopes are shattered yet again, the tears swell in my eyes. Glistening like diamonds they fall on the sand, fading untill they are gone. Days fly past as if they were hours. Time is no longer an element with this icey sorrow.
Never more shall I see your smile, nor feel the warmth of your arms again, but I'll always be your broken toy angel...forever.. my love.
~The ever amazing Jenn
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Broken Toy Angel
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 @ 04:24pm
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To: Jenny
Ok so this entry was supposed to be about someone, but since Journals was down, yesterday I already made an entry in my Xanga, however since this was supposed to be dedicated to her I'll put something else instead.
This song is the ending theme for Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex; music by the great Yoko Kano, lyrics by Scott Matthew. I think it describes the the Jennifer a lot, at least from how I see her.
She's so cold and human It's something humans do She stays so golden solo She's so number nine She's incredible math Just incredible math
And is she really human? She's just so something new A waking lithium flower Just about to bloom I smell lithium now Smelling lithium now
How is she when she doesn't surf? How is she when she doesn't surf? How is she when she doesn't surf? I wonder what she does when she wakes up? When she wakes up
So matador So calm So oil on a fire She's so good She's so goddess lithium flower So sonic wave Yeah, she's so groove, yeah She's so groove Yeah
Wow, where did she learn how to surf? Wow, where did she learn how to surf? Wow, where did she learn how to surf? You know I've never seen the girl wipe out
How does she so perfectly surf? How does she so perfectly surf? How does she so perfectly surf? I wonder what she does when she wakes up?
I wanna go surfing with her I wanna go surfing with her I wanna go surfing with her I wanna go surfing with her
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