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Apr. 20th, 2005 @ 05:19 pm
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dear reader,
you have reached the live journal of emma (mad sparrow).
she is no longer allowed to post here because of the... incident.
however, you may reach her at mimeonmeth
thank you,
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Apr. 5th, 2005 @ 09:54 pm
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comment to be added, children.
(meh, thought i'd update the friends only aspect of deez journal... also just to force people to look at the pretty teeth. i made it. hee. i feel so proud.)
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wot's awl this then?
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Feb. 24th, 2005 @ 05:59 pm
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mmm, i shall fill out quizishness as i listen to my beloved boingo radio. yeah, there's a boingo radio. long live mahatma randy.
( fun fun fun fun fun ) Current Mood:  blah Current Music: "dream somehow" - oingo boingo (danny = sting... sometimes)
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Feb. 22nd, 2005 @ 04:16 pm
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I've been thinking About you and me Maybe I was just Seeing what I wanted to see
You can call me crazy But you know this time I swore That I wouldn't run But I can't do that anymore
I can't find a way to stay And I can't see my way to go But I can't give up without a fight.
I can pack myself up in a matter of minutes, Leave you all far behind All of my old world and all the things in it are hard to find If they ever were mine
You've been trying And I know it's been hard And I'm afraid of All this blood in my heart
If there's one thing certain It's there ain't nothing for sure And I want to run But I can't do that anymore
I can't meet you half way And I can't have it my way And I can't give up without a fight
I can pack myself up in a matter of minutes, Leave you all far behind And all of my old world and all the things in it are hard to find All of my old world and all the things in it are hard to find Like they ever were mine
I could count the good times we had On one hand All the rest was A sort of means to the end
Well not it's done And I can never Go back to where I was before And I wanna run...
I can get myself clean in a matter of minutes And get it wrong every time All of my whole world and all the things in it are hard to, hard to find Everything change in a matter of minutes And nothing was saved in time All of my old world and all the things in it are hard to find But they never never never were mine -shawn colvin
( my turn ) Current Mood:  exanimate
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Jan. 30th, 2005 @ 02:44 pm
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hola, children.
all right. this decision has been made for obvious reasons.
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it snowed! again! i wanted to fling myself off of my balcony into a giant snow drift. ahhhhh. i kinda wish we didn't have school tomorrow.
mmm, i've decided that i love philip glass and e e cummings. not only because they will be my focus for the next couple months (research paper), but because... well, they're just amazing. plain and simple. for those of you who don't know (and you should be ASHAMED!), glass is a "minimalist" composer, though he hates that term. he's from baltimore, which is where i was born -yippie- and he's composed symphonies, operas, and scores to many films (such as the hours and secret window). e e cummings was a brilliant, visionary poet. if you've never heard of him, you should go curl up in a corner and cry like a little girl.
and on a brighter note:
hi, my name is emma and i'm attracted to odd-looking men.
( an example )
Jan. 24th, 2005 @ 04:24 pm
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johnny carson died this weekend. how depressing is that? : (
well, good news: i finally saw the trailer for tim burton's corpse bride! the link's here: http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/corpse_bride/large.html
you should check it out. very exciting.
that's all i wanted to say. adios.
Jan. 23rd, 2005 @ 05:25 pm
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