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"I'm terribly sorry to hear that your head cold is still around.
Your mind is one that I enjoy very much so, and I wish to adveture and discover every nook and crainie of it.
I hope you can return to your proper health soon enough so I continue proper conversations with my boyfriend, creative personality bursting conversation. Tastey to the seems.
I was supossed to go to the beach today, but Instead we slept in and watched dexter and have biked.
Now I'm watching a soap opera with my grandma. There is a wedding going on at the moment.
soon enough I will go to J.C. penny.
then, I will bbq with my dad.
a day for a queen, which is the card that is featured on my shirt that I am currently wearing. I like it.
Git better. have a nice new years and love you"

---

"-I like flanel
-eric just got taken away to be feed to teradactol chicks
-I am going to look for my very own surf gear today!!
-This is all being provided to you via new laptop!
-I am special, thanks to you I believe it

a ya ay , sammay says hay
But actually I will now bid adieu, for my back pains me to it's greatest extent and the will to have my back to Jerrassci Park, is fading fast.

Till the end of world war one, I shall see you then my sweet.
Somewhere in the trenches,
Sam"

--

"ANYHOW, enough of my banter about lifetime revelutions. I know it's rather time consuming and pointless to talk about. But good news is, I will not have to be reassure any more, because I am now strong and able, alone.
I am in the process of writing this and also watching Jerassic Park 3. Since I am looking at the computer screen I can only hear the sounds of the movie, which are terribly frightening and roarsome sounds. During the constant cloud of anticipation, the most suttle of raptor claw scratches makes the cloud and omininous tint of black and grey. Then the light Is comletely smothered, the world alters underneath. Sreetlights become twisted dry twigs that burrow into the flith. The world as I know it turns on me. The dinosaurs feel real in the HD, surround sound. I am Nash, in the ugly sloppy bowels of the T-rex a saurus...sun-a -man asaur-us?, .....SAMasaurus!?, .......devonraptorinnocentasaurus-eat-boy-and-sun. Yes that's the dinosaur I saw distroy the camp.
Okay, I'm rather sore from my 10K hike yesterday., but ya, I wanted this reply to have some meet to it.
-I got taller
-I want a breakfast right now, involving some form of egg
-I have a camera full of breathtaking pictures of hills and ocean, from yesterday:: honestly lifechanging."

-

"nice first to sentences.., a little dddrunk my friend?
and yes, I enjoy yo and everything you tell me, I honestly don't deserve half of it.
And the amazing part is that I'm slowy begining to believe every word you say. It's a fantastical revelation in my life.
Things like your support, your words, you in general, and the ocean and Califonia help clear my stupid worisome self-consiousnous that should'nt exsist.
If I hide behind thoughts and tiresome worrys, I will never grow or be the fullest happiest I can really be.
I am just so thankful that you have gotten me to this point that I really don't care any more about any of it!, I am who I am, and people just need to deal with it.
I love it, and I love you."

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"ps.
I wrote a tiny good-bye-signing-my-name thing because you always do It and I can clearly see who it's from. I laugh out loud ever single time.
But it's cute, so I will see you at the end of world war one."

Somehow I always find myself at the floor, looking up and watching SNL.

the best life can get.
what else do you wanna do on a rainy californian wednesday?
grocrey shop.
nay
play pool?
nay
snl
yay
seth rogen
yay

I think I may be in love with a country

my thought via farcebook messages..
thought of them as interessting, and they slighty summerize?. read on your own account, enjoyment not garunteed.


"happy you still belive in my inner radiance.
You really think I'm becoming more confident and mature?, that's adorable. I really hope so.
And I absoulutly love how you can make me feel so good.

btw, I will and always have mastered the waves, and will again on christ mas PERHAPS!, happy christ mas,
wish you were here like no other.
and I totally went on 10 rollercoasters today
Life is swell."

December Twenty-Sixth

Hello, hey hi.


today was one of many. Good Christ. I hiked ten K's up and down hills that look like the ones uh-bove.
one of the hardest things I have ever accomplished, physically.
I hear: Ned's declassified school survival guide, dorkin' laughs escaping my aunt.


I see: computer screen, pretty obvious


I feel: exhausted. empty. healthy. sore feet. brick fireplace, clean hair


I taste: nothing, but soon to be toast with peanut butter, a craving that I've been having all day.


I smell: chicken nuggets being prepared.





mmmmmm, food.


something I can't live without right now.





Santa Barbra tomorrow, .

The Odyssey

Why is it annoying teachers randomly tell you to get out because your annoying?

Life is confusing.

Musical opens today, good heavens.
I'm rather excited for this farce of a musical. It will have everything that one desires.
But really, I'm dorking out.

Dancing with myself

My feild of gold supplys ever so often the purest hope and desires of thoose around me.
Thyne field of gold insipires thee to transform ones self to be the greatest any man can be!
HIZZAH GOLD FIELD! HIZZAH!
The Lord hath cast a spell like no other, those who look upon us now will see nothing but a gold kingdom of holy wisdom and brotherhood.

DEvone
Sam

Time

Right in the chicklets!

I like me some aviators, okay?

random word bank for this evening, actually an o.k. brain warmup(for what I don't know):

tool-usine-charm-frolick-full mask-infinitie-monster-o'neil-natalie-lasvegas-glorifyed-purpose-tulip-ant-sky-jesus-tooth-mango-fiddle-bloody-suspension-whistler-spellingB-night-yarn-flannel-europe-jannet-octa-friend.

I'm so brain dead... on account of-->

Things to do::

1) World Lit essay. Antigone + Nora Helmer

2) Read my translated version of "La Guerre, Yes sir!"(I am actually so pleased to have the precious opportunity of holding such a rare entity that is this particular translated french book. It was a quest like no other, one which involved huge machines of titanium and weathered leather. Beasts that frequently migrate from the dark empress to the light and clearer eternity city of light. These expadentionally different areas have proven to me to be so very different. The man with no arm and native features whispers wisdom through out the dark shadows of what the villagers call AM TEE ES centre. The hollow sound of a lost tiring roaming beasts fill the heart of this infinite of sound. My sack of golden tokens clang and shout in my silk gathering bag. One enormous and intimidating beast slows it's travelling speed to glare me in the eye. A orange spasm of unledgeabal symbols meet me face to face. The fiery crystals of that one pupil, the horrid pupil. My fear matures and gathers like the sweat at the bottom of my everlasting soul. A treacherous screech beacons from this imperious thing, the shine of flame and tarnished metauxs flaunt in my direction. Forsaken life, hellfire purest hatred! Cast this beast away from thee!, Next, the ridiculous happening. Gods breathed the holy angel love into the beast spirit. A savior, the great jaw unhinged and let the heat and light pour out of it's soul. Opening to the dark entities, vulnerable to whoever the universe decides to enter. The name of Zeus still goes untarnished!, Thou hast saved me dear holy king of kings. The warmth of this great beast comes at a certain price. The tokens in my small silk sack are all required. A small sacrifice resulting in pure protection and wholesome transportation from the beast. A simple trade, for godly opportunities.)

3)(DONE THIS), Geo revision, GIVE ME A GOOD MARK. I'm sick of these D's and C's.

4) paint my nailys..=)

5) Call me baay

menace

Hi native
Hi surbian

My friends are lovely. And so are TCBY's which I am craving at the moment.
Libraryies smell like crabby bitch ladies that smell like overdue books and orange choclat.
Eraser puzzles, and burton hats. It tastes like hangnails and laberynth of printed colored paper. Feilds of song. And paris awaits. I'm supposed to be going in 2010. correction: I AM going.
i just need the $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
lord above I pray to you. Give me thyne blessing of cash monay.
I'll save up.
But at the moment Zuuult and Tuuult need my attention and my imput on not-so-simulating conversation.
I also need to get the anchors outta my pants and get a going on that there History project.
Hurray for Burton Cummings



































Zlata says can't spell

and here we go

Hello and welcome from the forth demension.
It's odd really. How I get all theese thoughts on what to say in my blog, then the second I make a point to write it all down into a formatted paragraph, the aspects of thought and electricity have ceased to connect brain palates to tissues into thyne altered skull. kidding, I'm not that much of a freakazoid. Wow, really am I in 4th grade.
mauturin' it up, Im seriously sorry about theese blogs. They have been having no point at all lately. Just havent feelt very creative in a long lasting while. Even playing music is becoming a chore..
how can school be so demanding and hecktick. Im actually understanding math.
Academic: 100
Sam: 1
yes.
99 to go.
me and School meet up in a basement of a bar one night. Lit by one column of light ovaling the center of the floor. Cracks magnyfied, blood stains; fresh. A circle of foul enimies, and strangers stand at the edge of vengance. Clean angel faces, curious. Shineing in a comparisson to the dirtied slaughter of witch is fight. Club.
school would beat my ass to a pulp.

I've been reading Chuck Plack-en-nutien or however you corectly spell his name... alot.
anyhow, good author. love his stuff. probally gonna use my 30$ gift cert to chapters on him..
Wish I had an once of writing skills.
mabye then I wouldn't have a 65% average in english labadooly

and also, on a much darker note.
a break has begun, a change .. lets see how this goes.
also,
this font is new,
a different type of change perhaps.

Free

I have so many things i want to say to your face. you won't like them. I won't either.

I hate you and your god damn minupulative ways. somehow you twist and twist theese things so tight that they break off into a bloody mess. You absoulutly sicken me on every level. I myself am overexaggerating this.

But at least I don't overexagerat ever moment that happens. I hate that aspect of a personality. I can't deal anymore

I'll I want is to be free.

the sole thing I miss at this moment.

I hate this.please let me be free.no more disrespect from somone who says he loves me. no more. I don't deserve it. No body does.

I need an epiphany.

,an escape

Your Eyes

" the light and the heat, I am complete."

Had the most idiotic, ludicris, obtuse, sensless, inane, unproductive, preprosperous, screwy weekend of my life.
Friday:
no school, so first thought would be, joy to world and life it's self. But no. On account of telling my mom to shut her face i was grounded during this free day. I still managed to escape and go to walmart and oddlots. Nice accomplishment.
Then when plans, and fun times knocked on my door. I had to slap up my "do not disturb" signs all around. Set up the jail walls. Get the quarentine under way. I got yelled at for even asking. lordy lordy lue. parents.
Saturday:
Plans. but ruined by....



EDIT LATER, PHONE CALL :)

Dancing

More than anything on this entier planet and more. Even the amount of sand and stars and water and trees could not amount to the exact amount of how much :
I
Want
To
DANCE.
And the happy and liberating thing is that I can do exactly that, all day, for ever long I want. I just thought I'd share that with you all. Dance DAnce Dance.
it's what I crave.

Today:
-Doogie ate part of my 500$ + retainer.. (son of a b)
-wore red and green
-piano lessons, wierd student thats after me talks about my emproovement in my jazz peice.. You actually pay attention? I don't know about him.
-musical tymes, where I bought a Polar express song " beleive" ( for Xmas concert )
-also bought a cold play book!, witch is what brought on this whole concept of dancing.
coldplay is dancing.
-well i've caught up to the present.
-not a very interessting saturday morning.

Lets continue on the day freefully, dancyingfully, without doogie eating more of my things that cost 500 dollars-fully. and with no more lists. aight?

Thursdays

Never you mind my last post, yes that's basically how I talk, but computer formatted.

I seriously wish my dog would stop slurping up his chewy dog treat. He dropped it on my foot. No.

Anyways, theese are interessting post secrets that I have gathered through out various sundaysecrets. I can relate. I can relate to all. I love it: