God is Love

It's Over

2005-11-14T12:03:22Z

I would like to dedicate this song to Livejournal. You have fed the flames of "me" and "I" to the point of death. So thank you, goodbye, and goodnight.

Helena - My Chemical Romance

Long ago
Just like the hearse you die to get in again
We are so far from you

Burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate
The lives of everyone you know
And what's the worst you take
from every heart you break
And like the blade you stain
Well I've been holding on tonight

What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight

Came a time
When every star fall brought you to tears again
We are the very hurt you sold
And what's the worst you take
from every heart you break
And like the blade you stain
Well I've been holding on tonight

What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
And if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight

Can you hear me?
Are you near me?
Can we pretend to leave and then
We'll meet again
When both our cars collide?

What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
And if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight

Credits

Man #1 - David Goodwin

Man #2 - David Goodwin

Man #3 - David Goodwin

Man #4 - David Goodwin

Man #5 - a random cacti

Cursor - P. H. Millinheit

Scrollbar - Llama

Title - Little Susan McCay

"Leave a Comment" - Written by the Llama

"'#' Comments" - Updated and checked by Cactus

"God is Love" - Tyler Shooshay

"Love is God" - Minow Toetopper

Mysterious Background - ??????????
Picture in Friends

Friend Comments - De Veras Amigos
(Like David has any)

Person Who Was In - Man #5
Charge Of Credits
Until He Wrote That
Last Comment

David Goodwin - Patrick the Goldfish

Special Thanks to God for making all of this possible. He has led me through the toughest of times. To any of you who feel neglected by God, remember that He isn't a feeling, but His love is constant and always present. So hold on to your beliefs, even when the world tells you it's wrong. To all of you who were Christians but neglected God in pursuit of yourself, remember that one day all will be judged by Him, and there is no escaping that. To all of you who aren't Christians, I love you and thank you for being you. I hope that all of you enjoy your online drama caused by these infernal devices on the internet. I'm sick of it.

Also, thank you friends for reading and commenting. It's been fun. Let's stay in touch, my cell is (248)709-3475. God bless and Carpe Diem. SEIZE THE DAY LADS!!!!!

GUESS WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!

2005-11-13T03:20:49Z

I MADE IT INTO CALVIN!!!!!!

PRAISE THE LORD!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today in School I Learned....

2005-11-10T22:43:28Z

Sigmund Freud was a disgusting pervert who was obsessed with sex.

Hello

2005-11-10T01:21:56Z

I think you're swell. The fact that you are alive and breathing is awesome and you deserve everything you want and more. Your eyes, your smile and everything about you has been carefully constructed and it couldn't have been made better. So live and love and know that you do matter. There are always going to be people who care for you. Just sometimes, they're in places you least expect.

I'm at Home and Need to Nap

2005-11-07T18:02:39Z

I hate the "Me" monster. I think I should quit going on here.

Sweet Times

2005-11-04T19:40:11Z

Last night David Stephens came over at like 10:30 and immediately said, "Do you have any food?"

I'm like, "I'm sure we have some, but you brought your Halloween candy. Isn't that good enough?"

He's like, "No. I want pizza. Lets get some pizza!"

So we embark on a journey through Troy in search of pizza. After discovering that everything closes at 10:00 we went to Taco Hut. Pulling up in the drive through David ordered the number ten.

The dude's like, "Sorry we're out of the ten, all we have left is the-" My ADD kicked in and I didn't hear the rest of his speech about available meals. So I started yelling, "I'll have the number DERKA METER!!!"

Over my rucus David finally managed to order a meal.

The dude then asked, "what would you like to drink."

David answered "coke," and the guy proceeded to inform him that "they don't have coke," so David says he wants "Pepsi," but I immediately follow "Pepsi" with "BAJA DERCA!"

The dude's like, "Do you want Pespi or Baja Blast?"

David says "Pepsi" and again I follow with "BAJA DERCA METER!!"

This only further confused the dude and our little circular conversation continued until the dude finally yells in some crazy russian accent, "WHICH ONE IS IT?!?!?!"

David and I are cracking up by this time, but we know it's time to stop, so I let David order. Then we went over to pay. The total ended up being like $3.29, so David gave him $3.30 and told him to keep the change.

Then we drove off into the night. It was histerical.

Also I got my job back at AE today. I just called in and all they needed to know was my availability. I get my schedule next Wednesday!

Yet another tale by David Goodwin - I hope you hate it and the patience to read it . . . . it's long

2005-11-03T19:18:59Z

Paul Dunlevy looked out on the dark wood, which had now taken all but his village. It encompassed the horizon as far as the eye could see, at the heart a black pit of tar, which slowly grew everyday. The sun had long set and a full moon now hung overhead, but clouds were moving in, and they hung low. A fog began to rise, minute by minute; everything was growing distorted. Leaving his village, which was now tucked in with windows boarded and doors locked, Paul walked down the path towards the woods armed with nothing but the clothes on his back.

At the edge of the woods he stood again, but only shortly, he had to reach the Delahaye Gate. He began to run straight, as though following a path that had long been lost, until he came to a clearing. It was lit with what seemed to Paul to be the light of the sun. The source was a thin arch not attached to any wall and it was made completely of light. Fog rose from the middle and poured out like thin water pumped from engines below. Paul stooped down and reached into the center. His hand was immediately met with warm metal.

Quickly he grabbed the object and drew it from the puddle of cloud, it was a sword with a blade so brilliantly polished that it shone like the gate, emitting its own light. It was the final hope, not only for Paul and his village, but for the rest of Ireland as well. Leaving the clearing he made his way for the center where the witch resided. As Paul ran, he noticed the hideous dismemberments of wood that grew to the sky, thick with bare branches and black bark. Each one contributed to the mass of forest, which, like a disgustingly large slug, was now devouring the countryside with an unrelenting hunger. The farther he went, the thicker the trees became and the harder it became for Paul to navigate. But he persisted and eventually was met with a wall of trees.

"This is it," Paul thought. "On the other side is the lake. It almost seems too easy."

With a loud "SHING!" he unsheathed the sword of light and held it out in front of him. The contrast between the thick darkness and the brilliant light was outstanding, and the trees noticed. Moving in a very slow manner, the two trees directly in front of Paul moved to either side, allowing him passage into a clearing that smelled of sulfur and dust. Just a few yards in front of Paul there lay a gigantic lake of tar, bubbling and oozing, as though the viscous mass was alive. To Paul's left, a few yards away and on the edge of the lake, there sat a rope bridge suspended over the lake. He started for the bridge, but immediately halted; he had heard something just in front of him. Hesitantly, Paul crept over to the edge of the lake, in the direction from which the noise came. Then he heard it again.

Something was moving. At first all he could see were two clusters of little lumps, like the tips of fingers. Then it began to rise and the tips became full fingers, which grew longer and twisted and grotesque. These then became antlers on a ball the size of Paul's head. Attached to the head a body emerged and hovered over the tar for a moment. Suddenly it began to fly towards Paul and quickly he jumped out of the way as the antlers groped at him. The beast missed, but quickly reversed and flew back at Paul for a second strike. He headed for the bridge and ran across. The beast was gaining. The antlers were getting closer and closer. They were sticking to Paul's shirt. But at the last second Paul spun around with his sword and chopped the beast in two sending both pieces into the lake. Thinking on his feet, Paul surveyed his surroundings only to find that had crossed the lake entirely and was now standing on the opposite shore. Behind him, a loud cackle was let out and Paul turned to see the witch.

She was hideous. A women of about one hundred and two years, she did not look a day over four hundred and seventy-three. She was of skinny composure, wrinkled and disgusting with warts and boils, and her skin hung from her body like old leather. On her head lay a mat of long gray whiskers. The most prominent feature about her, however, was the nose. It was at least a foot long, and took up most of her face. Paul, completely disgusted, felt nauseous just looking at her.

"Hello, my darling, what pleasure do I owe for this visit?" Her voice was pure evil, and reminded Paul of a rusty door hinge.

"You know quite well witch!" Paul barked.

"Do tell, my mind is not what it used to be."

"I have come for your head!"

The witch looked down for a moment. By her feet there lay a doll of the beast, torn in two. She whispered to it in a language Paul could not comprehend and then looked at Paul with very sinister eyes. Her face began to stretch into a smile.

"I'm sorry dearie, but I'm using it!" She began to cackle violently

Paul raised his sword, ready to end his village's suffering once and for all, when all of a sudden something slammed against his head and he fell to the ground. His vision blurred and became erratically wavy. He looked up at the witch standing over him. From behind him came the beast. The witched looked Paul in the eyes.

"You should never have come," she said. Then she commanded the beast to restrain him.

Paul looked up at the beast that was taking his hands and then over at the witch who had taken his sword. Paul watched with terrorized helplessness as she threw his sword into the middle of the lake. Then all went black. When he awoke he found himself bound to a tree and the witch standing in front of him. She cackled again.

"Good to see you're finally awake my love. You have been out three days."

"Why have you kept me alive so long?" Paul felt as though something was terribly wrong.

"There is something you must know. You have trespassed and now you will pay the toll. You will learn a truth, and sometimes truths can be worse than death."

Paul's heart pounded. Anxiety began to set in and he knew not how to cope with it. What had the witch done he wondered. He prayed she was bluffing, he prayed Melahaine was safe. He wouldn't be able to stand losing her. The witch's voice broke his thoughts.

"Years ago I realized that the Delahaye Gate would retard my forest from overtaking your village. So I created a magical ribbon which could change me into a normal looking woman and I used it to spy on your town." She removed the ribbon from a pouch, tied it around her wrist and instantaneous began to grow and morph into a beautiful young woman.

Paul's breath caught and for a long time he couldn't say anything. Finally the witch broke the silence.

"I murdered Merin long ago and have used her body ever since to spy on the peoples of Manhullan, the thorn in my side. If it weren't for that Delahaye Gate I would have taken Manhullan with the rest of its neighbors. But the Delahaye Gate no longer stands. It has lost its power, and your village has long been destroyed. I murdered your family and friends two days ago, while you slept! You are worthless, and everything you loved has been obliterated! You should never have come." The witch seemed quite pleased.

Paul, completely speechless, felt as though his heart had fallen out and rolled into the lake of tar. He couldn't believe that he had failed so easily. Leaned against the tree, he forced out, "you'll be destroyed," but it sounded so pathetic and weak, that it only made the witch laugh.

"BY WHOM?!" She began to cackle again violently.

Suddenly Hope noticed something. The witch still cackled as Merin. She could fake the appearance of his love, but she couldn't fake the soul. Remembering that the witch was most well known extravagant lies, Hope began to come out of his stupor. She used her lies like a spider uses its poison, but Hope began to see through it. He wondered if he had even been out more than two minutes. Now his head was high and he looking into Merin's eyes. Eyes are one thing that not even the greatest magic can fake. These eyes were still the witch's.

"Liar." Hope said rather quietly. He was planning his escape. Out in the distance a light beam shot into the sky. That had stopped her laughing.

"What did you say?" She couldn't believe what she had just heard.

"I called you a liar," Hope said as he straightened himself.

"Is that so? Well I'll have you know I never lie."

Hope could tell she was trying to keep a level head.

"You were never Merin and you never will be! Liar! Your tongue is as filthy as you are!"

"WHAT?!?!?" She untied the ribbon and changed back to her old self. Her eyes became a shining brown and her few strands of hair stuck out in all directions, as straight as needles. "How dare you! HOW DARE YOU!! I KEEP YOU ALIVE WHILE I MURDER YOUR LOVED ONES TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH AND YOU ACCUSE ME OF LYING?!?!?! HOW DARE YOU!!!!"

Hope loosened his bonds and prepared himself.

"I WILL CRUSH YOUR HEAD!!!" The witch began to emit an aura of brown light, and then, with the flick of her hand, she heaved the light at Paul's head. At the last second Hope lowered his whole body and ducked his head. The wave of light missed him, hitting the tree he was tied to and slicing the top half completely off.

Hope jumped up pulling his arms over the stump, and ran as fast as he could into the woods away from the witch. He could hear her shriek behind him. Hope stopped for a moment to cut his bonds with a dagger in his belt. Then, noticing the beam of light shining into the sky, hurried off in its direction. He knew the witch would quickly be upon him.

He ran as fast as he could. The trees were against him, and they were fighting hard to hinder his progress. Hope ducked past swinging branches, jumped moving roots, and dodged entire trees, which tried to move into his path. Finally, after great toil, Hope emerged into the clearing where the lake lay; and in the middle, a beam of pure white light shot into the night sky. Hope’s mouth gaped at the sight, an incredible tower made of light, moving and whirling like a long dragon that descended from Heaven to conquer Hades. It was terrific and beautiful at the same time, and Hope knew that there was still a chance to defeat the witch. He scrambled onto the bridge and began to make his way to the middle as fast as he could. Sprinting harder and harder, as millions of black tentacles rose out to pull him down, but he persevered.

Hope stopped. He had made it to the middle and there, about ten yards out, lay his sword. It lay horizontal on a piece of ground surrounded by tar, and from its hilt, the ray of light proceeded. The ground around it was curious, as though, it had formed to the shape of the sword. Hope strained to reach it, but it was too far. He realized the only way to get the sword was to jump.

Just then a tree catapulted from the woods as the witch let out a cry like that of a panther, crow and woman combined. She shrieked at Hope.

“PUAL DUNLEVY I WILL DESTROY YOU!!! YOU CAN NO LONGER DEFEAT ME!!! YOU ARE POWERLESS!!!!”

She yanked up a tree and hurled it at the bridge. Paul leapt into the air just before it snapped and reached out to get the sword. Everything appeared to be in slow motion, both his passage through the air and the witch who cry out against him. Paul flew closer and closer and closer when suddenly a whip of tar shot out and pulled him down. Then all of the tar in the lake began to drain, or rather leave the lake, gathering on the witch. The tar dragged Hope who watched helplessly as the sword grew further and further away.

Then he looked at the witch. She had grown one hundred fold. The tar formed around her, giving her the face of a panther mixed with a human, great antlers like a buck, and the powerful body of a giant. She clutched Hope in her hand.

“It is a pity,” her voice boomed, “that it has to end this way Paul. I think you will find it much more agonizing than what I had originally planned.”

She opened her mouth, strands of tar oozing from the gap. Teeth shone bright, black and sharp. The witch put her giant hand into her enormous mouth and swallowed Hope alive.

It was warm inside and smelled like sulfur and dust. Hope opened his eyes and looked around and noticed a round, black wall that curved into a rather flat, black floor. Hope looked up and found his entrance fifty up in the cavern of blackness.

“I’m doomed,” he thought to himself.

He sat down and stared at the very plain wall. The wall was very smooth as though he was in a giant black bubble. Suddenly Hope realized that he was emitting light. There was no other way that he could have seen the walls and the ceiling, and with this discovery the light grew and power, and he soon found himself emitting a white aura.

“I was the hope,” he realized. “The light to overcome was in me the whole time!”

The light grew stronger and the aura bigger.

“I am the hope!”

Now the walls were completely lit and the light was pushing to escape.

“I have the power to overcome!”

The walls were trembling and denting outward.

“I AM HOPE, I AM THE LIGHT,” Hope screamed.

And with that the aura pushed out exploding the stomach and destroying the beast. Bits of hardened tar floated down to the ground, the only evidence of the beast. Paul landed with a thud on the on the ground. Lifting himself up he looked into the sky, and about a meter up he saw it, the body of the witch plummeting to the ground. With astounding agility Paul found his sword and ran to meet the witch, but there was no more energy left in her and she merely lay there. Paul stood above her head. Slowly he raised his sword to stab down, but he was stopped short. The witch had tied the ribbon back around her wrist and now she morphed into the image of Paul’s love.

“You couldn’t kill your only true love could you? If you kill me, her beauty will be lost forever.”

A tear ran down Paul’s face, and for a second he considered leaving her, for a second he thought that he could never kill something so beautiful. But then he remembered the hundred of innocent lives that had been lost to these evil woods and the terror and torment it had inflicted on his own village. He wiped the tears from his eyes, lifted his head and a light shone from his eyes, a new light of strength and courage and hope.

“If it meant sparing a thousand other villages from the pain you have caused mine witch,” He looked her in the eyes, “I would destroy this beauty one thousand times.”

The witch’s eyes filled with terror and she screamed, but there was nothing she could do as Paul brought his sword down into her heart. Immediately the sword turned to wood along with the witch and a million flowers of a million different colors covered the sword. Paul only paused a moment to survey the area, “this pit,” he thought, “will make a beautiful lake.”

And with that he left the woods and went back to his village in hopes that perhaps one person survived. The sun was beginning to rise and as he emerged he could see his village, untouched and shining with a vindicated brilliance. He turned around at the top of the hill with his back to his village and looked at the woods. The trees no longer looked so evil, and some were even beginning to flower. Behind him and door opened in one of the houses, and a young woman with beautiful red curls and a pretty face peaked out. She gasped at the joyful discovery of her love, standing alive and well. She ran to him and they embraced. The witch had been lying all along.

Let the Good Times Roll!!!

2005-10-31T19:21:43Z

Today has been completely and entirely awesome!! Except for dropping Noel's camera. Sorry Noel, and tell your parents it was my fault.

The whole weekend was killer!!!!!!!! Seriously I have had such a good time!!!

Here is a math equation to explain:

AMAZING People = AMAZING Times

DERCA STUDIOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-10-29T20:18:39Z

Theatre is pimpin' and the people have pimped my life!

It has consumed my time and my life, and I think I might actually cry tomorrow when it ends!

But don't worry folks, sweet times will continue in Stevie's Second Hour MAGIC! AND THE FLIPPIN' MUSICAL DURING THE WINTER!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

My life will soon be free to spend with other friends and tie up loose ends left over from former times. Should be fun! I can't wait for the rest of this year! And better yet, college!

Well, I'm off to school for it all. Here we go!

Nostalgia is an Ocean

2005-10-25T17:49:27Z

I've really been having an awesome time with the play. The people rock and the times are awesome! Seriously like I haven't had this much fun since freshman year with Matt and Mitch. The other day at lunch we had this diss fight and it went from who could tell the most clever "yo' mama" joke to who could tell the stupidest. I haven't laughed so hard in years! My only complaint is that I should have done this years ago!! I am such an idiot! Oh well, live and learn.

If any of you aren't doing anything this weekend, please come see our play. The schedule is as follows:

Friday at 8:00 PM
Saturday at 8:00 PM
Sunday at 3:00 PM

It's a really funny play and I think you'll enjoy it.

Anyways, have a good week, because I'm willing to bet you won't see me.

Pace.

Old

2005-10-24T15:12:01Z

I know these things are usually random and annoying, but I don't think I've ever gotten results so close to my personality! This is pretty sweet.

Your Birthdate: March 5

With a birthday on the 5th of the month you are inclined to work well with people and enjoy them.
You are talented and versatile, very good at presenting ideas.
You may have a tendency to get itchy feet at times and need change and travel.

You tend to be very progressive, imaginative and adaptable.
Your mind is quick, clever and analytical.
A restlessness in your nature may make you a bit impatient and easily bored with routine.
You may have a tendency to shirk responsibility

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

I am Tired as Night is dark

2005-10-23T16:29:59Z

This morning I woke up to dogs barking. It was fun. Yesterday we had play practice from 10:00 AM to midnight. The only breaks were for lunch and dinner. Then David was going to sleepover, but my folks didn't let him because it was so late. Then I went to bed.

Thanks for the balloons on my car.

More play practice today...
and tomorrow...
and the next day...
and until Friday.

Friday night the show premiers at 8:01.
Saturday night is the second show at 8:01,
and finally there will be a third show on Sunday afternoon at 3:01.

Hope to see you there.

I'm tired.

Rocking The Night Away!!!!

2005-10-17T01:22:38Z

Homecoming rocked more than any of you will ever know!!!!!!

1 Gizillion Pictures
Mountain Jacks
Dance!!!!!
Pete's Pad

My goodness!!! It was so awesome!!!

Oh, Chrissy, before I forget, I won't be at Edge tomorrow, rehearsal is going to go until the cows come home. Sorry.

And to everyone else as well, sorry you haven't seen me around lately, I've had to put attending church on the back burner because I'm doing the fall play. Note that I am not apologizing for not attending church, but instead for you not seeing me around lately. God and I are quite cool. But please come see the play if you are able. It's a comedy called the man who came to dinner and it is about a man who is extremely famous having to stay in a family's house for Christmas due to a leg injury. It opens the evening of the 28th this month. Please come see it.

Pace.

Yae Merrily!

2005-10-15T19:12:40Z

I'M COMING HOME TONIGHT MAMA!!!!!!!!!!

Time to put my dancin' shoes on!

Pap, and Dap, and Smack

2005-10-13T18:03:58Z

I really don't know how to put pictures in here. I wish I could.

AAAAHHHHhhh. If only.

Second Draft

2005-10-09T21:21:01Z

I have to refine this and condense it to 100 words, but so far I like it. What do you think?

It was Friday, October thirteenth and James surprisingly found himself in the second floor hallway of old “Axe” Manor. Every thing within the house seemed creepy, but the weather was fair, and he only had to stay in here five more minutes. It had been scary at first, but he didn’t believe in ghosts and frankly wasn’t that afraid of the dark. Things get old.
Unbeknownst to James, however, there stood the demon Feacorous on the opposite end of the hallway, and he could hear every thought. Feacorous blamed Elemtrot for not providing the weather he needed, but he knew if he didn’t succeed, it would be his head. He had to work fast because James’ terror was growing cold. The shadows no longer worked, and the flashlight seemed to ward off everything else. Sucking in all of his energy, Feacorous prepared for an appearance.
James’ heart jumped. He must be seeing things. Across the hall he thought he could see a man. The face was so distorted it didn’t look human, but the shape was right and the clothes looked like that of an older gentleman. At first he couldn’t move or even breath from sheer surprise. He then raised his flashlight and clicked it on.
“Maybe there’s a mirror, he thought, “or maybe it’s Duke, he’s always trying to scare me.”
The light shone right through the specter lighting up the wall behind him. Suddenly the being charged, and James, too terrified to move, stared helplessly as the ghost flew right through him. As it did, everything went black and all James could see were a pair of red eyes. He dropped his flashlight. Then the ghost was gone, and James was back in the house, but not for long. He was soon sprinting down the stairs and out the front door, past his friends, past the lone tree in the neighboring field, past Feacorous. James ran through the night screamless; every shadow had red eyes.

Fall Rootbeer Kegger

2005-10-08T15:22:19Z

Tonight, you are all invited to a FREE Rootbeer Kegger/Bonfire/Hayrides for anyone living within the Avondale and Troy areas!

It is tonight at 7 o'clock PM and will run until 11 o'clock PM.

It is being held at:

1253 Almond Dr.
Troy, MI 48098

in the neighborhood just South of W South Blvd. on Crooks Road.

Any parental inquiries may be made to Brian Pecoraro who be can reached at the following number:

248-310-7505

Hope to see you there!

COME SUPPORT YOUR FRIENDS AT ATHENS HIGH SCHOOL

2005-10-06T19:46:34Z

TONIGHT AT 7:00 AT ATHENS, THE TROY ATHENS HIGH SCHOOL CHOIR CLASS IS PRESENTING THE ANNUAL MAGDRIGALS POPS CONCERT!!!!

INCLUDING SPECIAL PERFORMANCES BY:

DAVID STEPHENS AND SEAN ZELDA

MEGAN MICHAELS

and none other than

DAVID GOODWIN

THE CHOIR WILL ALSO BE PERFORMING TOGETHER (INCLUDING JACK CONNOLLY) FOR A FEW SONGS!!!

SO COME ON DOWN AND SUPPORT YOUR FRIENDS!!!!!!

Riley Armstrong is Back Again

2005-10-05T23:30:09Z

DDDDDUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You have got to go to http://www.rileyarmstrong.com where you can totally listen to his new CD, which, by the way, is SUPERDLY BODACEOUS!!!

Anyways, check it out and you won't regret it.

LALOOP

Just Like Heaven

2005-10-05T15:21:47Z

So I saw the movie "Just Like Heaven" last night. It was soooooo good! It's probably one of the best chick-flicks that I've seen in a while. Well, I have to go to class because I have to and if I don't they send out the Athen's SWAT to get me back.

Mae Makes Me Emotional

2005-10-02T20:56:05Z

*sigh*

Whatever the Weahter

2005-10-02T15:23:49Z

Have you ever been sick and hit that point where you're completely wiped and you don't know what to do? Like, for example, I am hungry but I really do not feel like getting up and eating, but then I don't know what to do if I don't eat. Should I watch TV or play video games, or lay on the floor? Writing is out of the question because I don't have the mental strength right now to create another chapter of my story.

Oh well, it's October and I couldn't be more thrilled that Christmas is two months away!

The Fourth in One Day (You Can Tell I'm Bored)

2005-10-01T21:13:50Z

Read Duck and Cover
at the Blue Pyramid.

Haunted Houses and Things Like Chemistry

2005-10-01T17:38:08Z

Does anyone know of any haunted locations here in Michigan besides Blood Road? Which, by the way Robby, may be harder to get into than we thought. I've been reading up on it and supposedly it has a hurricane fence with barbed wire around it.

So, does anyone know of any haunted locations that would be fun to explore?

The Funniest and Yet Most True Quiz I've Ever Taken

2005-10-01T16:50:08Z

You're Babar the King!

by Jean de Brunhoff

Though your life has been filled with struggle and sadness of late,
you're personally doing quite well for yourself. All this success brings responsibility,
though, and should not be taken lightly. Life has turned from war to peace, from damage
to reconstruction, and this brings a bright new hope for everyone you know. These hopeful
people look to you for guidance, and your best advice to them is to watch out for snakes.
You're quite fond of the name "Celeste".

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.