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Agathy
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Name: element
Gender: Female
Interests: the Golden Apple, edible epples, oranges, bananas, writing stories, drawing birds with big heads and little bodies, respect.
Expertise: typewriting, googling, overcommitting, overstaying my welcome, falling asleep in class, vanity, dreaming.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Construction
Message: message me
AIM:  e for epple
Member Since:
2/3/2003
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| i should just delete this seeing as how i waste time on the internet every single day but only once every two or three months do i log in to xanga and yes this is a grammatically troublesome sentence however i have no desire to edit it at all which is probably a step forward for me
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| Everything is quiet since you're not around
And I live in the numbness now
In the background
I do the things we did before
I walk Haight Street to the store
And they say where's that crazy girl
You don't get drunk on red wine and fight no more
I don't see you anymore since the hospital
The plans I make still have you in them
Cause you come swimming into view
And I'm hanging on your words
Like I always used to do
The words they use so lightly
I only feel for you
I only know because I carry you around
In the background
I'm in the background
Words they come and memories all repeat
I lift your head while they change the hospital sheets
And I would never lie to you no
I would never lie to you no
I felt you long after we were through, we were through
The plans I make still have you in them
Cause you come swimming into view
And I'm hanging on your words
Like I always used to do
The words they use so lightly
I only feel for you
I only know because I carry you around
In the background
Cause I felt you long after we were through
Well you come swimming into view
And I'm hanging on your words
Like I always used to do
The words they use so lightly
I only feel to you
I only know because
I'm way I'm way in the background
I'm in the background
it reminds me of someone
or maybe several someones
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| Happy Valentine's Day Eve!
(no, I'm not as ecstatic about that as I sound)
I'm going to theorize (because that's all I can do) that all is not fair in Love and War. Well, I'm almost certain that all is not fair in War, so, according to the proverb, it must follow that all is not fair in Love, either. And Love and War are part of Life, which I know from experience is not at all fair.
Anyway, I last posted in here when I was still sixteen! I'm older now. Not much, really not much, but older. XVII. I could say nineteen or twenty and I would still feel that odd shock that I get whenever I tell people how old I am.
Valentine's Day is cleverly nicknamed "Singles' Awareness Day," which I find funny because single people are generally always aware that they're single, not just on February 14th...whereas nonsingles don't usually call their significant others "valentines" except on the day itself. But who cares! Happy Singles' Awareness Day Eve as well!
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| I just skimmed through a couple pages of my Xanga subscriptions, and I realized how much I miss some people.
It's an embarrassing thing, to admit that. But it's much less
embarrassing admitting it here, where no one will read it, than
admitting it in person, face to face. I've always had trouble
expressing my emotions.
Anyway, if you're reading this, and if I haven't seen you in a while, it's likely that I miss you--- even a tiny bit.
I can't gain anything from that admission.
By the way, I just realized something else: I'm still sixteen years old. This is infuriating and unbelievable.
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| Would you rather have brains or beauty?
I found this question on LetsSingIt.com
a few days ago and thought it was so interesting that I decided to
conduct my own poll. So, please vote and explain your vote (but only if
you want to).
P.S. When I finish tallying all the votes, I'll post an entry related to this on my livejournal.
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