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[11 Apr 2007|10:08am] post comment

[02 Apr 2007|08:43am] so right now im in this group thing with amelia and amelia. hahaha. i cant really talk about it ill get introuble. but yeah ill talk later. im eating a plain donut. mmm there good. wooooo. post comment

[05 Mar 2007|09:14am] [ music | Boomkat ] ....ehhhh. yesterday/night. wasss hectic. i dont wanna talk about it. but im in studay hall. what else is new. and im bored. post comment

paint. [28 Feb 2007|09:24am] [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | The Kooks. ] So once again i am in study hall listening to the kooks. they make me happy. and im already in a strangly good mood. i cant stop talking and smiling=] how wonderfull is that. i was late for school because my dad wanted me to go to the paint store with him and pick out the colors for my room. whatta n00b=P i love him so much though. in art today were going to the afriacan museum of african culture. and we get to draw.=] that makes me day bettah.. i havent had insperation to draw latly. and well amelia and i both think this will give me insperation to do something magnificant. i miss painting all the time. and i am about to break out into tune. im also getting paid $25 to go this group thing were we talk about our lives. well im going to go get a lolly pop now=P xoxo. Laja=] post comment

[16 Feb 2007|05:45pm] And so far were at the point. the point of where we're happy with our selves. and the lives we used to live. they dont seem to matter anymore. but the lessons we once learned, all came from memories we once regreted. but now we see with out those things, we would never have grown up so fast. 1 comment|post comment

[08 Feb 2007|09:20am] [ mood | calm ] [ music | Guster. ] "The Trick is to combine your waking rational abilities with the infinte possiblities of your dreams. because if you can do that, than you can do anything." post comment

hm. [02 Feb 2007|02:40pm] [ mood | mellow ] [ music | The Postal service ] The other day i was thinking alot about when i was a kid and the stories my mom would tell me, and there was always this one story that stood out and kept me imagining, and the other day that was all i could think of, that one story. The story went like this.... "When i was younger my brother and i would always wonder into our neighbors yard. She had a beautiful yard, filled with beautiful flowers and trees, with tall grass you could get lost in, and stone pathways. Now one day we were wondering around the yard when tommy got lost, and i couldnt find him, but while i was looking i got sorta tierd and layed down under one of the trees, it was a weeping willow, a big one with long rope like branches and beautiful pale moss hanging like a curtain. under that tree i was surrounded by tall fowers and long grass, i started to slowly fall asleep, and when i woke up it was dark out, i was scared and i couldnt find my way through the garden...and then in the distance through all the thick layers and layers of grass and flowers i saw a light, it was scatered like one glowing bulb with sparks slowly falling from the top and bottom of the light, it was as if it was there to guide me out of the yard, the jungle like garden of a yard, and so i slowly crept towrds the light, but as i got closer it shot away from me blowing a thin like powder, a grainy powder, like salt, or sugar, or even sparkle dust, in my face causing me to sneeze constantly, i followed the direction this..thing..went in, now at this time i am sure it was a firefly, but as i got closer, i noticed that there was a rediculous amount of things just like the one the flew off, but this time not all of them were a pale yellow, they were all colors, mainly a light pink, like pink lemonade, and light yellow, the lights were no bigger than a christmas light, small and delicate looking...and at that moment the sounds of the garden stoped and there was a light humming, a tune, a beautiful tune, it was intransing, and calming, and then slowly one by one the lights grew brighter and eventualy i could see the way back home, but of course i didnt want to go home, i wanted to stay, and listen, and watch, but i didnt so as i slowly headed home the tune played in my head, and kept me moving, i was no longer scared, i had the beautiful tune of what ever those things were in my head." I rember her telling me this story every night to help me go to sleep, and then she would sing to me as a fell asleep. xoxoxLaja post comment

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