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Name: Carlie
Birthday: 9/22/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Love and lust, I love tall guys and am obsessed with hands (haha), pyschology, books and poems, different cultures, I guess international music :D (Utada Hikaru is my fav. artist), Favorite Anime/Manga are Gravitation, Kare First love, and Princess Tutu, I also like my bed.
Expertise: I think... psychology, maybe making graphics and html scripts... aha, singing! (at least I think so), and... how about YOU tell ME if I am an expert of something (then you would be the expert!), b/c I obviously don't know... Oh wait~! I'm expert at being the scum of the earth, Carlie!
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
MSN: missgreatality@hotmail.com
Member Since:
5/1/2005
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| It's been quite awhile. If you want me to say something worthwhile, you'll have to wait a while more. I've been really busy and it just hasn't died down like I expected it to. The busyness hit me like an unexpecting person power walks into door. The play's gonna be next weekend in the High School auditorium, Friday and Saturday. I play the funny old maid, a fun character, so you should come and see me. It's called No, No Nanette this year. Yup. | | |
| I've totally developed a crush on the character "V" from V for Vendetta I seriously watched that movie three times on the way back from Japan on the plane. I'm watching it again. The whole movie just always catches my attention. When I think about it, I love reading and watching things about revolutions and I find that I just love that air of excitement and change. I have a new favorite word to add to "amorous"-- rev·o·lu·tion [rev-uh-loo-shuh n] –noun | 1. | an overthrow or repudiation and the thorough replacement of an established government or political system by the people governed. |
| 2. | Sociology. a radical and pervasive change in society and the social structure, esp. one made suddenly and often accompanied by violence. Compare social evolution. |
| 3. | a sudden, complete or marked change in something: the present revolution in church architecture. |
| 4. | a procedure or course, as if in a circuit, back to a starting point. |
| 5. | a single turn of this kind. |
| 6. | Mechanics. | a. | a turning round or rotating, as on an axis. |
| b. | a moving in a circular or curving course, as about a central point. |
| c. | a single cycle in such a course. |
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| 7. | Astronomy. | a. | (not in technical use) rotation (def. 2). |
| b. | the orbiting of one heavenly body around another. |
| c. | a single course of such movement. |
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| 8. | a round or cycle of events in time or a recurring period of time. |
| 9. | Geology. a time of worldwide orogeny and mountain-building. |
Alright, I took a Strengthsfinder test and here are my top strengths: - Individualization
- Command
- Significance
- Self-assurance
- Learner
Pretty interesting, I think. | | |
| Jim Cunningham: Son... DO YOU SEE THIS? This is an Anger Prisoner. A textbook example. DO YOU SEE THE FEAR, PEOPLE? This boy is scared to death of the truth. Son, it breaks my heart to say this, but I believe you are a very troubled and confused young man. I believe you are searching for the answers in all the wrong places...
Donnie: You're right, actually. I am pretty- I'm, I'm pretty troubled and I'm, I'm pretty confused. But I... and I'm afraid. Really, really afraid. Really afraid. But I... I... I think you're the fucking Antichrist. Life is just really hard. You can try, but you still may not succeed. To me, it seems like it's just an endless stream of tries and if you don't exhaust yourself you're hardly gonna get break enough to get back up and try harder. I'm always the one who questions why is it worth it. I'm often told not to give up, or you'll regret it. So I decided to give it a try, and have regretted it. Even though I've gotten back and tried very hard this year it is still not enough. It may just be me who is insatiable, or something like that... I just wanna know how I can get happy. I've been happy, but is that it? Is that what I've tried so hard for? What do I really want? People tend to think in extremes sometimes. Should I kill myself, should I try harder? What am I looking for-- relief, or whatever the high I'm looking for is? I think I'm the type who wants the prize so bad, even though I want to give up, but the prize keeps me alive (whatever it is). I'm not saying I'm suicidal, I'm not. I'm just thinking a bit too much again. | | |
| So, due to testing scores, I'm smarter than even I thought. But, really, not that much more. Anyway, here are some poems that I really love from various authors:
Confession
~ Frantisek HalasTouched by all that love is
I draw closer toward you
Saddened by all that love is
I run from you
Surprised by all that love is
I remain alert in stillness
Hurt by all that love is
I yearn for tenderness
Defeated by all that love is
at the truthful mouth of the night
Forsaken by all that love is
I will grow toward you. |
Oh Mistress Mine--from Twelfth Night |
Oh mistress mine! where are you roaming?
Oh! stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low.
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Oh Are You Coming?
~ Sarah Teasdale Oh you are coming, coming, coming,
How will hungry Time put by the hours till then? -
But why does it anger my heart to long so
For one man out of the world of men?
Oh I would live in myself only
And build my life lightly and still as a dream -
Are not my thoughts clearer than your thoughts
And colored like stones in a running stream?
Now the slow moon brightens in heaven,
The stars are ready, the night is here -
Oh why must I lose myself to love you,
My dear? Did You Never Know?
~ Sarah TeasdaleDid you never know, long ago, how much you loved me --
That your love would never lessen and never go?
You were young then, proud and fresh-hearted,
You were too young to know.
Fate is a wind, and red leaves fly before it
Far apart, far away in the gusty time of year --
Seldom we meet now, but when I hear you speaking,
I know your secret, my dear, my dear.
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From Romeo and Juliet
(Upon seeing Juliet for the first time) |
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shines a snow-white swan trooping with crows,
As this fair lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
I never saw true beauty till this night.
(and to Juliet)
If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth the rough touch with a gentle kiss.
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| This is why I love Gigi, the movie: She's so gay tonight,
She's like spring tonight,
Rollicking, frolicking thing tonight,
So disarming, soft and charming--
She is not thinking of me
In her eyes, tonight, There's a glow tonight,
They're so bright they could light Fontainebleu tonight
She's so gracious, so vivacious,
She's Not Thinking Of Me!
Bless her little heart,
Crooked to the claw,
Acting out a part,
What a rollicking, frolicking bore
She's so fun tonight, she's a treat tonight
You could spread 'er on bread she's so sweet tonight.
So devoted, sugar coated,
But it's heartwarming to see.
Oh she's simmering with love,
Oh she's shimmering with love
Oh she's Not Thinking Of Me!
She's Not Thinking Of Me!
Someone has set her on fire-
Is it Jacques, is it Paul or Leon?
Who's turning her furnace up higher?
Oh she's hot, but it's not for Gaston!
She's so gay tonight,
Oh so gay tonight,
A gigantic, romantic cliche tonight.
How she blushes,
How she gushes,
How she fill me with ennui.
She's so oola-la-la-la
So untrue-la-la-la
Oh she's Not Thinking Of Me
There's sweeter music when she sings, isn't there?
A different bloom about her cheeks, isn't there?
Could I be wrong, could it be so?
Oh where oh where did Gigi go?
Gigi, am I a fool without a mind?
Or have I merely been too blind?
To realize.
Oh, Gigi!
Why, you've been growing up before my eyes
Gigi!
You're not at all that funny
Awkward little girl I knew
Oh no!
Overnight, there's been a breathless change
In you.
Oh, Gigi!
While you were trembling on the brink
Was I out yonder somewhere
Blinking at a star?
Oh, Gigi!
Have I been standing up too close?
Or back too far?
When did your sparkle turn to fire?
And your warmth become desire?
Oh what miracle has made you the way you are?
Gigi!
Gigi!
Gigi!
Oh no!
I was mad not to have seen the change
In you.
Oh Gigi!
While you were trembling...are?
Each time I see a little girl
Of five or six or seven,
I can't resist a joyous urge
To smile and say,
Thank heaven-
For little girls
For little girls get bigger everyday
Thank heaven for little girls,
They grow up in the most delightful way.
Those little eyes so helpless and appealing,
One day will flash and send you crashing
Through the ceiling.
Thank heaven for little girls,
Thank heaven for them all,
No matter where, no matter who,
Without them, what would little boys do?
Thank heaven
Thank heaven
Thank heaven for little girls.
Those little eyes so helpless and appealing,
One day will flash and send you crashing
Through the ceiling.
Thank heaven for little girls,
Thank heaven for them all,
No matter where, no matter who,
Without them, what would little boys do?
Thank heaven
Thank heaven
Thank heaven for little girls.
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