1.Your Name:
2. Age:
3. Fave Color:
4. Fave Movie:
5. Fave Song:
6. Fave Band:
7. Most Embarassing Moment:
8. Are you a virgin?
&&HERE COMES THE FUN
1. Are we friends?
2. Do you have a crush/attracted to me?
3. Would you kiss me?
4. ...with tongue?
5. Would you enjoy it?
6. Would you ever ask me out or go out with me if I ask you out?
7. Would you make a move on me in a movie theater?
8. Tell me one odd/intresting fact about you:
9. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
10. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before?
11. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me?
12. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?
13. Do you think I'm a good person?
14. Would you let me sleep with you (in the same bed)?
15.Do you think I'm Hot?
16. Would you call me just because?
17. Would you ever listen to my problems even if they dont involve you?
18. If you could change anything about me, would you?
19.Would you have sex with me?
20.Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
21. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?
today is a hot day
i am hot
but i am also tanned
i am very bored, and my gramps is napping on the couch
i should probably clean my room
it is a pigsty
i dont know how to spell pigsty
my palms are moist from me clenching my fists
i guess i'm angry
but i'm calm
i am trying to will myself to get off my ass
and have cold shower
but my lazy side is winning
words seemed to form in my mind today
and i have to get them out
but what would happen if i dont
will i burst and have fit right here at the computer?
will i just stay my angry self till i cry?
will i eat and eat, until my small body has formed to a size i cannot imagine?
will i sing, so off key, it startles my gramps?
or will i give in, and write, the my forbiddon thoughts on paper
and while doing so, this flame i posess
this same flame that keeps me above tolerate tempature
and this same flame that keeps my palms moist
will it grow smaller?
it be so small that the smile i hid, behind a thousand frowns come and fights a way back onto my face
or will it grow bigger and stronger?
will i get so posessed by this flame that i hurt the ones i love most?
will i betray the trust someone has so generously givin to me and give myself to one i dare not to think of?
or will i let myself fall?
fall so deeply and darkly into someone i do not know, but have met so many times
someone that burns in the back of my mind,until that last thing i see when i fall to sleep is she
someone that has such scary hatred, i loose a race i was so capable of winning
maybe not
for right now i am winning
but she is not far behind me
she is not gone yet
she is still there
relighting the flame i rty so hard to blow out
she is me, and i can never escape someone so close to me
she breathes inside of me
she is someone i surrender to, much too often
none the less though
she is me
and she is the flame, that is not gone, but still burns ever so lightly
-nadya
MY TWIN- LILY
MY BABE- LILY
MY SWEETIE - LILY
MY BOYFRIEND- MIGGY
MY BITCH- MIGGY
MY MOM - LILY
MY EMO - NATASHA
MY CHEERLEADER- LILY
MY EVERYTHING- MIGGY
MY SUPERMAN - MIGGY
MY BUS BUDDY - LILY
MY DOLL- LILY
MY SUPERGIRL- LILY
MY BUDDIE- MIGGY
MY NINJA - LILY
MY SPYMIGGY
MY SPIDERMAN - SARAH
MY SUNSHINE - LILY
MY BALLER - MIGGY
MY CUTIE - LILY
MY FASHION ICON- LILY
MY BEAUTIFUL- LILY
MY HERO- MIGGY
MY LOVE- MIGGY
MY RAPPER- MIGGY
MY SHORTIE - MIGGY
MY SISTER- LILY
MY MAN - MIGGY
MY DEVIL- MIGGY
MY ANGEL- LILY
MY PARTNER IN CRIME- MIGGY
MY GANGSTURR - MILES
MY ATHLETE - MIGGY
MY SUPERSTAR - LILY
MY WONDERWOMAN- LILY
MY SMILE - LILY
MY HOTTIE - MIGGY
MY BESTFRIEND- MIGGY
MY GIRLFRIEND- LILY
MY BRAIN- LILY
MY TEDDY BEAR- NATASHA
MY GORGEOUS MIGGY
MY DANCER - MIGGY
MY BREAKER LILY
MY SCHOOL GIRL- LILY
MY HUSBAND- MIGGY
MY OLDFRIEND- LILY
MY NEWFRIEND - MIGGY
MY HIGHFLYIN BALLER- MIGGY
MY HOMMIE G- MIGGY
MY TREE- LILY
MY PIKACHU- SARAH
MY ALLISON- ALLSON
MY HOTDOG- LILY
MY CHEESEBURGER- MIGGY
MY PEGUIN- SARAH
ahhhh the things i could do
i'm dying here
but i just gotta suck it up
square dancing is the love of my life.
YEAH THATS RIGHT YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE, I DON'T LOVE YOU NO MORE!
it satisfys me in a way that no one can.
and its just plain cool. why is it cool, you ask?
because i like it, and i'm cool, which makes it cool.
yeah bitchez, thats right, i said it.
anyway if you disagree with me, then dont tell me,
because i dont care. so yes i am done
To the Virgins, to make much of Time:
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he 's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he 's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love:
COME live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.
Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.
answer:
If that the world and love were young
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might be move
To live with thee and be thy love
Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complain of cares to come.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy bed of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.
But could youth last and love still breed,
Had joys no date nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy love.
