tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58323786770713916922011-09-11T07:49:23.519-04:00Welcome to LGL an adventure with three imaginative friends with similar interests.rhodanoreply@blogger.comBlogger721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-88124735699146418252010-12-14T20:07:00.001-05:002010-12-14T20:10:06.200-05:00

Oh wow, I kinda just went through EVERYTHING like from day unoand Damn, I never realized I was such a lovesick foolI'm so very different now, I hopeBye byeeee

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If you want toYou can cryYou can curl into a ballExclaim that you want to dieReceed from the world and become very shyLove raindrops, because they look like tears fallingFrom the skyThere is no need to liePlease don't pretend you're fineNo need to hide your miseryWith a mask that smilesYou can cry for nowIt's just you and meBut soon enough the sun will break throughBrightness will erase the

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-1564436786713687782010-03-06T12:20:00.004-05:002010-03-07T18:33:10.378-05:00

I will not cryAnd if I doIt's not because of youOnly the fault of the large amount of emotionSent to pierce my tear ductsSee I keep remembering thatBeautiful cyan blue skyWhen you looked at me and said goodbyeDid you leave because I expected you toOr did I expect you to because you would leaveFrom the things I writeIt's easy to surmiseThat you were full of liesSee what nobody knows is that you

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-84323530032365292082010-02-18T14:54:00.004-05:002010-02-18T17:05:52.949-05:00

A thought occured to meMaybe my stories are all one-sidedCould it be we were both victimsOur visions were cloudedBy our supposed love Our Alleged adoration Presented with Flowers, Hugs and many I love you's As a demonstration Of this nonsense that soon proved to be Nothing but infatuation Until reality rained on our paradeAs it so often doesReality came in the shape of a shapely femaleDestined to

rhodanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-32907223269036299702010-02-18T14:00:00.003-05:002010-02-18T14:50:01.684-05:00

I thought we were connected souls That together was where we were meant to be You remember saying all that? Remember all your lies to me? Nah probably not They were to much to count See I remember everything The way I trusted you To look back now How embarassing Everything you said Embellished See You like the chase and I wanna chill and live life I know that scares you So you moved on Go do what

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-31840054251158009842010-01-28T14:43:00.004-05:002010-01-28T19:57:49.466-05:00

Time heals all woundsBut what if in the process of recovery We reopen these woundsSame cut, different knife Leaving doesnt hurt any lessThan being left

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-59971601533443125542010-01-20T17:12:00.005-05:002010-01-20T17:54:33.953-05:00

Of all the people that have come Of the people that have goneThe loss of youHurts me mostI see you, I miss youIt doesn't matter To you I've become invisible There's plenty of fish in the seaBut no fish were ever as happy as weNo fish smiled like we didAnd no fish sadder than I When the sea carried us on different pathsSo to all the fish in the seaI don't think you could be A better best friend

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-2722347393442835172010-01-10T16:58:00.004-05:002010-01-10T17:16:18.556-05:00

It's hard to speak when you won't say anythingGot me wondering what i didWas it me?It probably wasI always manage to screw up Oh my god, I can't believe you got me thinking like this againLike everything is my faultSpent years building back up my self esteemAfter they trampled and stepped all over itAnd Just one word from you can me me feel like shitGot me doubting me again I can't believe

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-38966986681759099782010-01-10T16:25:00.003-05:002010-01-10T16:33:10.828-05:00

It's hard to live your lifeWhen every single dayYou gotta worry bout what people sayEveryday Someone sends a critism your wayLike their only job in the worldIs Trying to make you feelLike you are less than you areBut if your like meYou know it doesnt make you less of a starCause You knowHaters tend to gather aroundSomeone who's boundFor sucess

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-35402053487123820682010-01-10T13:00:00.003-05:002010-01-10T13:48:09.391-05:00

We're just kidsWe've got our whole lives for workRight now I want funTime moves too fast at timesEveryday goes by so fastLike we running at the speed of lightI wish it would all slow downWith each passing dayI grow olderApril, june, mayIn no time we'll be at collegeAnd then we'll be Mother, FathersAnd our kids will have kidsThen we'll be goneAll the world will haveIs memoriesThe things we did,

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-85869394764743157232010-01-09T21:42:00.003-05:002010-01-09T22:02:27.602-05:00

thinking about the times i spent wondering if i was wasting my timeknowing i had no chancebut having fantasies all the samewishing i for the unfeasible to happen.its been a year and a half nowi never see youi want to be with youits not fair that when i finally gathered my couragefair lady fortune left me on my own.but fairness is some thing that will not comeso i curse my fate and thinkabout

lilinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-88396238903121124882010-01-08T18:49:00.002-05:002010-02-18T16:42:13.678-05:00

So i guess it's over Here are the new rules Dont think of, speak of me I'm far too good for your silly memory You and I Will never again be lumped into a "we" And.....is that really the end of things? This is what all those good times and laughs Amounted to? Is this really how everything turned out? Seems that way so...goodbye One more thing... I'll miss you

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-6057752946099459852009-12-28T22:56:00.002-05:002010-01-09T21:39:44.149-05:00

I wonder if your thoughts turn to meAs often as mine to youAnd if indeed thay happen toAnd if my imageShould flit across your mindBefore your very eyesI cant help but wonder at the expression on your faceOne of LoveOr hate?Of regretMaybe painRemember when we used to be friends?Just you and IBack in the good old daysBut then we grew upAnd you and I were nothing but a phaseThe past was a

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-18942361909705718672009-12-28T18:07:00.003-05:002010-01-09T21:39:44.149-05:00

I always thought That I was a realistic girl I trust in my eyes Forget what you want to seeAnd look instead to see what is thereSo imagine my suprise to return years laterTo findWhat i thought was truth beforewas merely an illusion Settled in my mind like a factWaiting till one day i chose to look back To find an illusion better yetA mirage resting there

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-63139152695672774182009-12-18T19:06:00.006-05:002010-01-09T21:39:44.153-05:00

Explosions and rainbows and no silences occur We fill in each others wordsWe're so fast We're a blur Can't stop us at all So very immature Seperated we were amazing Each a tightly bound Package of a rare materialWe like to call controlled chaosBut together....We are like an explosion of juice Of love and rocks And a bunch of other stuff that doesn't seem like it belongsBut strangely enough does

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-13369141242495707432009-12-16T17:19:00.003-05:002010-01-09T21:39:44.154-05:00

I like my music loudSo what if i cant hear my thoughtsMaybe thats the pointMaybe i dont want to hear meOr the worldMaybe I wish you would all shut upOr I could just love the soundThe way i feel when the music is loudLike there's nothing but meMe and the beatI Might think the music is like a bookAn escape from this unwanted realityAnd in that short time he's singing my songI find my self immersed

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-2988740482862618942009-12-11T19:30:00.005-05:002010-01-09T21:39:44.154-05:00

It's funny how you say your differentBut you and himYou both act the sameDespite not looking alike at allI could swear you were twinsIt's funny how you both want the same thingIt's funny how you can make me laughMake my smile so wideThen turn around and make me cryBy it's funny howI mean miserableAnd heartbreakingly sadYeah that sound your hearingSound of my heart breakingTears pouringWhy do i

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-12655088903774251592009-12-04T18:26:00.002-05:002010-01-09T21:39:44.155-05:00

They follow youA trail behind your back And you worryThat they'll see through you Driving you wild Destroying your mindAlways following at your sidesIncriminating you at every turnLike attached to youIs a Guilty signThey grow uncontrollableThe twisted children of your mindYou poor soul Why did you ever unleash Upon the worldYour little white lies

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-63507541104000073532009-11-30T23:42:00.005-05:002010-01-09T21:39:44.156-05:00

You're playing a dangerous gameActing so grownJust a lil girlQuivering in her high heelsHiding beneath your makeupRemember that you've been warnedAbout how dangerous it isto run with the big dogsMaybe one day you'll come running to meI'll keep my I told you so's to myselfAnd I'll wish that I wasn't so right all the timeThen we could sit togetherLike old timesSit and play cardsI don't want to grow

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-23071942146797745612009-11-28T20:50:00.002-05:002010-01-09T21:39:44.157-05:00

We start out like blocks of clayReady to be moldedBe sculpted By our experiencesAll we've been throughHelps us growBut does not define usUnlike ClayWe can refuse to be twistedNo matter how hard they tug and pullWhat way we're being pushedWe have freedom of will

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-59508037217043579692009-11-28T20:09:00.005-05:002010-01-09T21:39:44.157-05:00

I Lived most my life without youI turned out fineNever made the mistake of thinkingYou were mineTo have for eternityThat you'd never leaveOf course notI'm not dumbLived life long enough to knowEverything at some time endsNo matter how much I wishYou would stayAt some pointLike All the othersYou will run awayI can stopYou can dropOf the face of the earthI wont shed a tearI dont need youMy new

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-42179843795427157552009-11-27T15:20:00.007-05:002010-01-09T21:39:44.160-05:00

Its not fairEveryone is changingYet i remain the sameLike nature has forgottenTo change meFrom a bud to a roseMy mentality remains the sameEven as i grow tallerDespite all efforts, insideI remain a childYou slipped in unnoticedInto my lifeI dont know when you got here butI would notice if you left

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-29796791848530697672009-11-11T01:09:00.005-05:002010-01-09T21:39:44.170-05:00

I gave you everything you asked forAnd asked nothing in returnIn the end you left anywayHeartbroken as i wasSome lessons you only have to learn onceSometimespeople don't deserve a second chanceBut like an idiotI ask if we can try this againI wonder how many time i have to learn this lessonBefore it finally sinks inWill i always be seen this way?its like im a welcome matyeah welcome homewipe your

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-81685947683908270522009-10-28T18:33:00.006-04:002010-01-09T21:39:44.170-05:00

My daydreams are filled withyou and me flying in a sea of marshmellowsI knowreality will never be this funI like the dream like quality of your movementeven when your falling you are such agraceful clutz Going through life dreamingis proving more fun than reality

rhodanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-61543204294030467102009-10-15T20:15:00.007-04:002010-01-09T21:39:44.171-05:00

A bird with a broken beakKept only out of pityLocked in a caged and stared uponYou picked me cause no one else wouldBecause your heart is nice and goodBut everyone else has a a bird so prettyI am ugly kept only out out pityAnd you tire of meEven your kind heart cant take itYou want a pretty colorful bird like everyone elseI am set freeIt wasn't that hardI'll fly offAnd wont bother you againThe

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-58310152893795218142009-09-30T19:43:00.004-04:002010-01-09T21:39:44.176-05:00

Wow I was looking back on the blog and remember that story i never got to writing? the one about Faeries?....well im still not writing it xDStill a firm believer in the Fey though ;3I'm sad everyone's gone...this may be my last post but probably not since I love to write and put things on here so yeah disregard that Its sooo not my last post because my imaginary friend reads this mhmk I'll tell

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-70145298951362316002009-09-30T18:50:00.006-04:002010-01-09T21:39:44.176-05:00

I am a hot pink chameleonI don't blend in like the restSomething must be broken'Cause I'm so alarmingly brightAlways standing outI'm the first one predators seeMy reflexes aren't as goodI never learned to hide myselfOnly to show my true colorsEven if its hot pinkAnd never lets me hideYeah this is me in high school you know? ;3When i look at you I seeThe son of a bright pink and orangeThe marriage

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-78295978549609753602009-08-05T13:10:00.006-04:002010-01-09T21:40:37.742-05:00

Well It's been a while since i've expressed myself out of poetry format but I'm willing to give it a try. Lately i've wrote about friendship's differences and change. All those come from experiences in my life that I've been going through recently. Let's start with change; change is everywhere and it can be good or bad. Me I had an aversion to change because I loved how things were and I was

rhodanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-51961101956007048512009-08-04T23:19:00.004-04:002009-08-04T23:53:56.776-04:00

Hey people who read this blog (-5 people), I'm... checking in. So, does anyone remember our 'This I Believe' essays? I do. This is all coming to me as I'm writing (plus probably a little editing at the end) soo... just kinda go along with my informal 'This I Believe'... paragraph.Today, I read a very very wise thing. I read that (basically... I'm not actually going to quote this) there is a time

Rosiespeckinatornoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-19400673381019682102009-08-04T14:46:00.000-04:002009-08-04T14:53:01.615-04:00

it began last year. i was totally mixed up a new place new people, lots and lots of new people. my mantra at the time was:relashionships waste precious time to be used studying.hehe well it got into the middle of the yearand despite my mantra i got a fuzzy feeling everytime you said hi to me n the halls. i got depressed when i didnt se you on the way to english from wold history. i convinced my

lilinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-49581054324997537082009-08-01T11:58:00.008-04:002010-01-09T21:40:37.746-05:00

Our songYou like a sweet lyrical croonShe waltz to a wordless songThey bang heads to screams of doomWe each comeWith something newThen proceed toTranscend genresIgnoring bordersAs different as we areWe continue to harmonizeHear me Hear me I'd like to propose a toast A toast to youA toast to meAnd to the differences in between You are an individualI am uniqueWe are exactly alikeJust like a tree

rhodanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-40475926654175864442009-06-05T17:46:00.002-04:002010-01-09T21:40:37.753-05:00

It was the RaindropThe water was still and calmIt stayed very much the sameThat is untilIt began to rainI blame the first raindropWhich caused the rippleIt bears the blameFor the beginning of the catalystThe beginning of changeI fearWe are going different waysAlthough i'd like to stay the sameInvoluntary as it isI fear i've begun to changeI fear you are nowhere to be foundI fear we tread

rhodanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-10305385645315637622009-05-28T21:23:00.001-04:002009-05-28T21:23:44.616-04:00

i dont think anyone even reads this... maybe the random passer by...

lili cr4nenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-17637998723173444302009-05-24T11:06:00.002-04:002010-01-09T21:40:37.754-05:00

Man its been awhile.

rhodanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-88166683769700962052009-04-16T02:36:00.007-04:002009-06-05T14:10:08.518-04:00

Internal ConflictI stopped crying a while agoNow instead i writeEach letter a tearEach word a sobMy tears,But tears dont move youSo instead i writeWhy you askTo make you feelWhere is your compassion?Dont you care?And why do you pretendNot to hear my sobs of painOf agony of fearWhy do you want to pretend that im normal,That theres nothing wrongWhy keep me bottled upWhen you knowAnd why dont you

rhodanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-70792564731467221592008-09-04T17:17:00.002-04:002008-09-04T17:40:37.285-04:00

i can play the guitar as some of you might know (you'd better)and i can play hey there delilah (ms primo)and i have an awesome video on youtube, of me!!!

lili cr4nenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-49252160934619262932008-08-25T22:49:00.002-04:002008-08-25T23:05:20.564-04:00

Yup. we've edited again and again (okay, maybe not so much as I'm portraying) and we finally agree on the final draft. We're still (or I'm still going to bug my fellow writers) going to try to YouTube it. So, here you go: Hey there Ms. Primo,What's it like in New York City?We're 187 miles awayBut girl, tonight you look so smartYes you doTimes Square can't shine as bright as youWe swear it's

Rosiespeckinatornoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-77750265605558901592008-08-08T21:02:00.003-04:002008-08-08T21:40:03.269-04:00

At the end of last year, one of our favorite teachers, Ms. Primo, announced that she would be moving to NY at the end of the year. We also found out that she HATED the song 'Hey There Delilah' By The Plain White T's. We started to change the lyrics of the song for Ms. Primo. We never finished, but tonight, I heard the song, and had a break through with the lyrics. I can't post them yet, because

Rosiespeckinatornoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-26438736923965659252008-08-06T18:48:00.000-04:002008-08-06T18:49:11.112-04:00

damni cant upload my pictures

lili cr4nenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-5944195894834342882008-08-04T16:42:00.000-04:002008-08-04T16:43:57.461-04:00

... And it seems like my writing talent has just... died. It's not even funny. But whatevs. I'm sailing everyday! It's soooo much fun! Alls Yalls should try it!

Rosiespeckinatornoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-47504183922595150982008-08-01T19:58:00.002-04:002008-08-01T20:01:07.111-04:00

i feel like bloggin but im not sure what to blog...i think i will blog about the rest of my travels through the summer...today i was cramped in a car with my two oldest younger brothers...not too funnnim boooored su

lili cr4nenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-72757876987663803972008-07-17T11:01:00.006-04:002008-07-17T11:19:22.377-04:00

Here are some poems by people who have nothing in common with me except their names.The Cowardly Despotby: Adeyemi Abimbola ShodipoHe defied the worldWith a mighty and heavy swordHe blew aloud his hornAs though he had already wonHe put others through the stormProvoked a war he could not have wonBut when death said t'was his turnHe discovered he had to runAnd run he did with his gunAt a time the

rhodanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-19710600477282649532008-07-17T11:01:00.001-04:002008-07-17T11:01:43.992-04:00

rhodanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-44026393247988659912008-04-07T14:50:00.002-04:002008-04-07T15:01:07.409-04:00

Hey! It's been a while since I last posted, but here's some of my latest writings!These two poems I wrote in my free time:Dress the SkyOn the Clearest of daysI look upAnd see the most beautifulBlueI want it to be fabricSo I can find a girlAnd wrap it around her likeA sun dressI would take treesIn full bloomStitch them to the hemFor tasselsI'll find blueberry bushesFind enough of themTo go all

Rosiespeckinatornoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-71331191893605991252008-02-22T17:13:00.002-05:002008-02-22T18:14:47.810-05:00

Today me and my brothers went outside to play in the snow, we were playing as innocently as three siblings can (ok really we were like killing each other)... But anyways we were you know sledding in the gully and stuff and me and the oldest of my little brothers...lets call him Nic, had these humungo bamboo sticks and we were using them to control the sleds (and kill each other) when suddenly out

Lilinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-16037435541482142722008-02-12T14:52:00.001-05:002008-02-22T18:14:47.811-05:00

Go HERE to send free rice to starving countries. You have to play a game but its worth it ^_^

Lilinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-49108003453901336072008-02-03T11:26:00.001-05:002008-02-08T13:35:37.869-05:00

The book is by Jeanette Winterson. I found this book to be a very good read. It's only 176 pages, but it packs quite a punch. Our main character, Jeanette (this raises a question for me, is fiction, or non-fiction?), is raised in an extremely christian family in England. No big town, by the way, very small. Her mother plays a very big role in the church. Jeanette's mother has taught her to read

Rosiespeckinatornoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-18202343144756498972008-02-01T12:03:00.000-05:002008-02-06T18:57:48.950-05:00

i believe in beginningsi believe in endingsi believe in goodbyesi believe in hello'si believe in second chancesand mistakesi believe in laughterand tearsi believe in joyi believe in despairi believe in the worriesand the fears that noone wants to talk aboutthinking they'll disappeari believe in the good ,the bad and the things inbetweeni believe in truth and honestywhich is what this poem

rhodanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-77589884497971871512008-02-01T11:14:00.000-05:002008-03-12T13:40:21.592-04:00

I believe in GodI believe in shooting starsI believe in forgotten dreamsI believe in karma I believe in loveI believe in some futureI believe in the perfect goalI believe in never ending questionsI believe in life long friendsI believe in sunsetsI believe in a full moonI believe in Men's creation for goodI believe in unforgetable dreamsI believe in trustI believe in life long lessonsI believe in

Rosiespeckinatornoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-89282899038484860012008-01-27T18:57:00.000-05:002008-02-04T20:19:43.557-05:00

... She asked me to type these up, so here we go...Oh, one more thing, In the begining of every class, we have 5 minutes to write about something that she puts on the board, and you can't stop. So That's what most of these are. And if you are continusly writing, you get a red sticker! The more you get, the higher your grade.11/13/07The rain will never stop fallingIt will drown the cities,Overflow

Rosiespeckinatornoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-33649112605016039492008-01-15T20:16:00.000-05:002008-02-06T18:57:48.950-05:00

These are some poems that Rhoda wrote.He hears the hum of a boys dream,and thinksthinks of his own dreama dream that never came truea dream postponed and forgottenand though he fills with despairhe still hopeshe hopes that his dream willcome trueare my boots old?is my coat torn?are my glasses on?too old to remembertoo weak to trycould make you cryhalf-way to the front doordon't remember what i am

rhodanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-17356881473552754862008-01-03T13:18:00.001-05:002008-02-06T18:57:26.726-05:00

This is lili and in txting 2 say i am almost back Lili

Lilinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-32518097522998588012007-12-23T15:17:00.000-05:002008-02-06T18:57:26.726-05:00

I have a really bad cold...I have to blow my nose evry 5 minutesI hate winterI hate coldI hate having coldsI hate traveling by carI hate traveling by plane when congestedI hate fake meatI hate rainI hate slippery thingsI like thai foodI am in D.C. ^_^

Lilinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-25869207773646596922007-12-08T17:10:00.000-05:002007-12-16T16:49:00.675-05:00

Well I suppose I should write the next part of Anya but I really have no motivation......

Lilinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-65883021263881764222007-12-05T17:26:00.000-05:002007-12-08T15:56:46.126-05:00

Hiya Im changing emails! my new person will be here soon muahaha... But that Also means that we might have to say hi to a new Narrator... but we'll keep Narrator with us!Narrator here! Geez I thought this was a solo job!!!Narrator 2 here hello I hope you din't mind me but I am the Onininniku account Narrator.I DO mind you being here!!!

Lilinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-47953515931265566812007-12-01T16:02:00.000-05:002007-12-08T15:56:46.126-05:00

Hey this is Narrator Lili's asleep... So I realized that not many people (yes you Rosie and Rhoda!) have been writing... I think its too cold...No offenseNot to mention Lili

Lilinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-11916702560598523992007-11-07T20:29:00.000-05:002007-12-08T15:56:46.127-05:00

I found a new world.We did it's awesome...We're speechless|75 7|-|3 vv021|0 ()|= 1337!and i found an awesome song: Your Tester Bunny by Kyle Andrews...Yeah im sort of weird in my likes...

Lilinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-60759013853348479072007-10-27T16:09:00.001-04:002007-11-07T20:28:55.944-05:00

We three took a test and as Rhoda said it was easyish. I was really bad at the grammar that's really proly the only reason I'd fail. We'll find out our grade in January talk about suspense! But I finished all six parts on time, yay!It was rather easy which was good because I slept through it and left Lili on her own... Muahahaha

Lilinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-72323958654966938842007-10-27T14:14:00.000-04:002007-11-07T20:28:49.698-05:00

back from the classical test and i am slightly bummed because i am pretty sure i aint getting in. it was pretty easy but i am just so slow i could not keep up with the time limit sucks for me but go on with your happy lifes ... go ... be happy...while i sulk in despair

rhodanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-77392149500847594192007-10-07T12:31:00.000-04:002007-12-08T17:13:13.681-05:00

It had been five years since that day in the grocery store. Thom had died and Georson wasn't getting younger. However Acidic Chocolate was more popular than ever. People all over the world were requesting that they play at their bar, restaurant or club. Her brother and sisters were rarely there, giving her more time alone. Anya for the first time was able to make friends. She had also redone the

Lilinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-13993445211014301252007-09-22T14:50:00.000-04:002007-09-24T14:51:03.054-04:00

Hello to allWell I am finally gonna start the story sorry to keep you all waiting but I think it is gonna rock and also I am gonna start writing POEMS!!! Yay well hope you like it when it finally comes outWell bye people

rhodanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-50857756656862249312007-09-11T17:44:00.000-04:002008-02-04T20:19:35.662-05:00

So in Humanities, we have to write "This I Believe" essays. Basically it's a saying that you keep close to your heart, and why. So here's mine.My... Shining Armor When you break a bone, the break grows back stronger. When you get sick, your body becomes immune to the sickness. When you work out, you're literally tearing your muscle fibers. What happens? It grows back stronger. It just goes to

Rosiespeckinatornoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-27733353748262772812007-09-01T11:08:00.000-04:002007-09-06T15:49:37.801-04:00

Tiarresse : a very powerful faerie told of in a great many song and stories, Tiarresse is belived to be a mythEmil Zebari: an orphan faerie with the powers of sorcery, powers she hides for fear of how people will reactXano: an orphan faerie, like Emil he has strange powers only he has the power over the EarthZoren: the keeper at the orphanage a mean guard who takes what little the orphans have

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-91011659424367899872007-08-31T19:37:00.000-04:002008-02-04T20:19:35.662-05:00

So for summer homework we had to do a two page text-to-text essay. Unfortunately, I did not get to doing it. So. Here it is.Questions:1.) What choices did the main characters in the books have to face?2.) What was the consequence of one of those choices?3.) Did they make the right choice? Why or why not?4.) What would you have done? Why?This summer I have read two wonderful books. The first, was

Rosiespeckinatornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-66118605798652269942007-08-30T16:02:00.000-04:002007-09-06T15:50:10.428-04:00

Anya looked out the window outside on the lawn Aire was flirting with a new boy, which wasn't much of a surprise considering it was Aire. Anya could hear Racon and Nomi practicing together. She screwed up her eyes and thought as loud as she could'Dad! Dad I want to talk to you!' an voice answered in her mind,'Yes? What is it Anya?'Dad where is the money I forgot again. And I want to get my self

Lilinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-72365071650086112542007-08-29T20:15:00.000-04:002007-09-06T15:50:10.429-04:00

Anya Wolcec: A girl of eight who's parents died when she was five. Anya has been living with her three older siblings. Her Siblings are in a top ten rock band. She has a spiritual connection to her father.Aire Wolcec: Aire changed her name when she entered the band she is attention loving and sings. She is Anya's older sister. Her band is called Acidic Chocolate.Nomi Wolcec: Nomi also changed

Lilinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-35755336372711207192007-08-29T16:31:00.000-04:002007-09-06T15:48:58.069-04:00

Hey everyone! I'm really happy to be on Looking Glass Literature! I'm super happy to be doing book reviews... And such. Hm. I'm not very formal, but sometimes I am. But most of the times Im not... am I? No. Yes. No. Yes SHUT UP!!!!! Anyway. Quite and very soonish, my first review will come out, on "The Secret Life of Bees". I would tell you who It's by, accept for the fact that RHODA TOOK IT

Rosiespeckinatornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-73193862889484428092007-08-29T16:23:00.000-04:002007-09-06T15:50:10.429-04:00

We will be having a new blog author, all welcome Rosie, she will be taking over the writing of reviews and articles. So once again welcome Rosie another class mate of me and Rhoda's.~LiliWell its that time again new people, yay!~Narrator

Lilinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-42351129284293391102007-08-27T11:50:00.000-04:002007-09-06T15:50:10.429-04:00

Lili: Last night in a dream I saw myself writing not a review on the blog! So a new story line that is mine and not Rhoda's will come out soonish!Narrator: Actually she's just bad at writing reviews.Lili: Silence in the back!Narrator: Never!Lili: Anyways the story line will be called the Life of Anya

Lilinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-76968737423702893742007-08-23T17:12:00.000-04:002007-09-06T15:49:37.801-04:00

Hey my name is Rhoda I am going to be writing what I hope to be very interesting stories visit my site at freewebs.com/rhodies

rhodanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-41929366207915261032007-08-23T14:45:00.000-04:002007-09-06T15:50:10.430-04:00

My Neighbor Totoro is an enchanting movie for all ages. Though made for young ones to enjoy the whole family will enjoy this video! The storyline is about two girls,Satsuke and Mei, whos in the hospital. They move out to the country with their father to an old house on the edge of some woods. One day Mei comes across a small Totoro and follows it to the lair of the forest spirit. Their adventure

Lilinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832378677071391692.post-41687090077956809542007-08-23T13:32:00.000-04:002007-09-06T15:50:10.430-04:00

Hello my name is Lili. I am 13 years old and go to school with Rhoda. I will be writing reviews about books and movies. I have another blog at charagirl.blogspot.comHello I am Narrator Lili's alter self unlike Lili I am serious and not random.

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