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MY LIFE, YOU ELECTRIFY MY LIIIIIFE.

God I want her in my ******** arms already adfbadbad one more year please let it be only one more year GOD PLEASE.

I was pretty disappointed. :[
The only reason I liked it was because I'm a fan of the first.

I mean, it was FUNNY, but...

There was absolutely NO climax [therefore no sense of resolution], and the action scenes were so drawn out. I could handle the Kraken [sp?] the first 2 times, but when it came to attack the Black Pearl one - two - THREE times, it got really old. It's like, "okay I get it, you have tentacles."


And Elizabeth. ELIZABETH. gonk
My heart broke when I saw Will's shocked sad puppy face.

celebrating ones birthday is the way to sync ones mind with ones body.
its one of times in ones life where ones know one has grown older and closer to ones death. its one of those reasons why humans start feeling older and start to adapt to that level. for several years this one hasnt celebrated his birthday, in a traditional manner. that way, this one hasnt felt this ones numaral age, and kept feeling this ones physical age. in return, this ones body hasnt aged much from that point, giving the appearence of a young(er) person that this one is. even among friends, there are individuals who dont know this ones numeral age, there surprise isnt that surprising to this one, since this one doesnt care much about it. this also applies on the workfield, many colleagues of this one arent able to judge this one numeral age. on that, this one is very gratefull. on the workmarket, its a huge advantage for this one. those who invite this one for a conversation, for a job application, see only a young person, but gain one that has more knowledge that one of that true age.

if one would like this too, this ones solution is: enjoy life.
keep on living as young as one likes, having no regret of what one did.
feeling uneasy about one thing is okay, but one must remember that life must be lived in a forward direction. looking back on the past only leaves room for more regret and disaster. things one has learned from the past are seperate from that past, since those are memories one takes with one into ones future, and thus are not from the past.
people who have become of age have approved of this ones ideals.
one only has one life, thus one must enjoy it while one can.
some forget this, thus goes the saying "youth is wasted one the young".

I like cheesy music.

Mango-blackberry-macadamia nut is, as it turns out, a good flavor for ice cream. Whoo!

I'm starting to think I'm not such a good poet, since all I like to write about it pretty girls, and how very very pretty they are, and how much I like making mad filthy passionate love with them. I mean, you wouldn't catch the beats or anybody doing that. Admittedly most of the beats except kerouac were gay, but still.
Speaking of Kerouac, I am gay for he. Sadness that he's dead.
I guess I can deal. Keats wrote about pretty girls, but Yeats didn't; Poe sort of did in his inimitably depressing fashion. And Neruda definitely had a few (though you might not get that they are about that right away).

Also: Light Verb Constructions are so weird.

*chuckles* I haven't written anything deeper than a limerick in a long time. I used to write deepish poetry...

There's one that I really wish I could find again, stupid me never saved it properly. crying

It was about trees and roots and had a four-syllable-per-line ABAB structure. Was so hard to write but I loffed it.

All I remember is the last stanza.

Underground roots
All clipt away
Trees without foots
Don't stand a day

Which really sums up the entire poem, which is why I remember it. Arbor Feet. I wrote it way back when I was still struggling with culture shock after moving to NC from CA.

*sad now*

That icecream sounds good though.

Finally. Internet back.

Rock.

The new Thom Yorke albums is pretty great.

I can't find my shorts. Where the hell are they?

I always lose clothing. o_<