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im long gone
and i find my 'short info' line amusing
(i miss old green day. but i think everyone does.)
and i find my 'short info' line amusing
(i miss old green day. but i think everyone does.)
D: NO LIZ.
If you're reading this ..
I don't have glasses on and I don't think I know another Liz. =]
Skippy., June 17th, 2007 at 04:53:12am
This, is going to sound incredibly f*cked up - but really, smoking is your choice. It doesn't bother me at all if you smoke, and you want to.
It's only if youre not doing it for your own reasons, and youre not doing something you want to be doing.
But if you keep doing this, and you want to, then i don't mind.
It's only if your against it or whatever that i'm worried.
No, he doesn't have the black plague.
-.-
but he was only at school for 2 days. Though it was agood idea not to go and see him - especially if he DID have the black plague. =/
hmmmmmmmm.
shelley was just reading over my shoulder a minute ago and she saw your comment, and she was like "who smoked"
and im like
o.o
"your mum"
and dhe gets all serious and full "no seriously.."
so i made up a name. i was liek "its no one you know. don't worry. her names amy and shes from scotland" o.o
XD
well, were about to go to canberra.
So i'd better go.
Just thought i'd drag my arse back on here and comment you.
byyyyyyye.
waiting_a_long_time, June 16th, 2007 at 09:37:55pm
Ugh I think i'm GUNNA DIE.
-.-
No Simon fo r five days.
Dude that's almost a week. School sucks incredible amounts of ass without him.
-.-
I got your letter.
=]
It made me smile multiple times. ILY.
=]
waiting_a_long_time, June 13th, 2007 at 09:59:17am
Heeyya Moo! =]
I'm pretty good, thanks for asking. How are youu?
Thank you for the comment! Sup?
chelsinatahhh, June 12th, 2007 at 10:47:36pm
CrazyEyes.
December Cynic, June 12th, 2007 at 06:08:42pm
AND:
wtf@skippy.
o.o
You must have some extraordinarily screwed up weird glassess on.
=]
OR you're talking about a different Liz.
waiting_a_long_time, June 12th, 2007 at 09:59:20am
I made like twenty thousand typos in that last comment.
-.-
waiting_a_long_time, June 12th, 2007 at 09:54:56am
Ha.
I came here to comment you. But saw that ridiculous picture of me and started laughing.
ahem.
Mildly distracted there.
I'm listening to queen, I'm freezing my arse off. SO f*ckING COLD HERE! >.<
=D
How are you woman?? Send my letter today??
I'm writing my stupid story for english.
I'm nearly finished. >.< A gew paragraphs should do it. Want to read it so far???
-copies and pastes-
Charles saw her run bust in a blur, almost ghost-like in her nightgown, she glided pasts his window in an uncontrollable state of grief. He immediately turned and stared after her out the foggy window into the dying darkness of the night. He watched her run with burning curiosity, and sprung to action, when he realised in panic, where she was headed. He pulled the front door to his seaside house open with such force he nearly unhinged it, threw himself out into the open. Imediately he was blasted with the gail force winds of the oncoming storm and was thrown off balance. Scrambling to his feet he launched into the wind and tore up the rocky path in her wake.
Leona cautiously opened her eyes to the immediate sting of the harsh salty wind and slammed them shut again on the rebellious tears that quickly followed but refused to stop flowing. Her barefeet were bleeding after running blindly up the stoney path that led to the lookout, and she stood, clad in nothing but a nightdress, dangerously and unknowingly close to the edge. Her long unkempt brown hair whipped around her shoulders leavng her neck exposed to the unforgiving weather and tore at her face relentlessly, stinging her fragile pale face but remaining unfelt as her entire body was numb from the cold and the sorrow. Hundreds of feet below, the sea visciously pounded into the rock in a furious battle of strength and like Leona, the rock would eventually give in to the relentless force and inevitably crumble away.
He slipped for the third time leading up the slope and scrambled in frustration to his feet scattering small rocks and stones and skidding through the gravel, grazing his palms as he launched himself up the path faster than he would have believed himself capable of. The salty air was tearing at his throat, his lungs were screaming in protest and every muscle in his body seemed to be burning in oppostition to his determination. Hearing nothing but the roaring of the wind past his ears and the thumping of his pulse he flew along the path in desperate attempt to catch her.
“LEONA!” He screamed desperately.
He straightened his body to adjust to the flatter landscape as at long last he skidded to a stop and finally he saw her, standing trasfixed and dangerously close to the cliffs edge, her hair fanned almost elegantly out behind her and the white fabric of her nightdress rippling through the wind. She was standing barefoot on the dried grass, backdropped by a furious grey sky that contrasted against her broken, yet still perfect appearance.
Her eyes snapped open at the sound of her name and she turned to locate its origin. As if awaking from a daze, a strangled cry escaped her lips. She was suddenly struck by the weather and wave after wave of cold crashed over her body and she shivered. In utter confusion, she glanced in horror down the cliffs edge and stepped away slowly, gripped by fear.
In the blink of an eye, Charles had closed the distance between them and reached for her hands. In a burst of rage and anguish she started screaming.
Leona was breaking down.
He held tight around her wrists. Screaming and doubled over, Leona tried to pull away in a frenzy and Charles let go. His eyes widened in horror at his mistake as he watched her crumple in slow motion. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears and he lept into action, making a wild desperate snatch, hooking his arms under hers, he pulled her up, only overcoming the force ith witch she fell.
This time, he wouldn't let her pull away. He could feel the need in her embrace as she collapsed into his arms. He closed his eyes in mortification at what could of happened and his stomach turned over in sick relief. Charles helped her too her feet and slowly walked backward, away from the cliffs threatening edge and stood at a safe distance shaking with her in his arms.
He steadied himself in preperation and opened his mouth to breathlessly speak.
“Don’t” He breathed.
“Don’t.. ever. Scare me like that. Don’t. Ever again.”
He held Leona’s hand tight, in uncertainty and recovering slowly from wild panic, he stood rooted to the spot, confused and unable to move as the wind howled around them, and amazingly, above the roar of the ocean and the noise of the air, he heard her soft falsetto voice cut through it all, as she almost pleaded.
“I didn’t mean too. I.. I didn’t know I was here I swear, I didn’t.. I’m sorry.”
As the first heartbreaking sobs burst through and she finally let herself cry. Charles slowly lifted his arm cautiously and pulled her close. The world around them never stopped, the constant sound of the pounding waves was still ever presnt, the cruel wind envoloped them in cold fury and howled in their ears, and the rippling of their clothing had reached an almost deafening roar in the gail yet her quiet sobs still rang eerily through the salty air.
AND THATS WHERE IM STUCK.
._.
I f*cking hate this story so much. It's so gay. But its not as bad as it was before. I got sick of it and had a novelty ending where they started line dancing and singing barney songs and doing the hokey pokey.
I full wanted to hand that version in.
But I wont. .-.
I'll hand in my super super f*cked story and get 1 out of ten.
_------------------------------------- -_
-is upside down-
I never thought I'd say this but right now, I am so f*cking sick of writing this sstory its not funny.
Well, it is funny.. when the characters in the story suddenly grow country accents and start doin the nutbush.
BUT NO OTHER TIMES.
ugh.
How are you?? What are you up to? I texted you today in science - yes - i know you have no credit, but I thought id text you and let you know how incredibly sh*t school is without simon.
=]
Well.
I'd better get back to my homework thing story.
niight.
waiting_a_long_time, June 12th, 2007 at 09:51:18am
Stacey's mum has got it going on. [:
Skippy., June 12th, 2007 at 06:04:22am
Which Kate?
I know two.
One is CrazyEyes, the other is I Can Get Sexual Too.
December Cynic, June 11th, 2007 at 12:56:18pm
GOSH.
LIZ IS PRETTY.
Skippy., June 11th, 2007 at 04:12:26am
come on msn dammit!
waiting_a_long_time, June 11th, 2007 at 02:28:14am
It would be absolute bedlem
XD
your people, my people, sarahs people, sarahs peoples people. caras people.. theire peoples people.
simons people.. alannas people.
LOL.
what bryan adams are you listening to??
XD
waiting_a_long_time, June 11th, 2007 at 02:27:06am
and.. its funy still cause i can see you.
and i look weird cause my arms just up in the air around some non-existant person.
I look stranger than usual.
XD
waiting_a_long_time, June 11th, 2007 at 02:25:03am
I tell you what we should do: Have a party, where you just invite people by mouth. And it starts with you and me, and each person we invite can invite people and those people invite people etc.
just like.. word of mouth thing.
XD
that'd be awesome... and weird.
XD
waiting_a_long_time, June 11th, 2007 at 02:22:04am