"The Way of the World" "If you take the tears from crying eyes
will the hurt just disappear?
Put a weapon in the hand of a frightened man
will he show no fear ?
So we stand and we watch while the city lights go out one by one
Mother Nature sits on the other side with a loaded gun

"We all agree as far as we can see
It's just the way of the world
that's how it's meant to be
There's right and there's wrong
There's weak and there's strong
It's just the way of the world
and that's how it's meant to be.."
~Genesis
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  "Reencarnación" "Fui la doncella que
huyo en tu corcel,
o en la prehistoria yo
te cubrí con mi piel,
o la sirena queun vikingo enamoró
y abandono llorando su traición.

Ah, no quiero enamorarme ya..."

Arrasando; Thalía.

The milky white sky, though the inverse of the black nothingness of the universe, was nontheless engrossing and captivating. The day after judgement day, after all life on earth has been extinguished, will clouds still drift as if symbols of dreams bygone? When a life here is no more, what is beyond it and who decides its destiny (if there is such a thing) or does everything simply stop--suspended in a moment in time. Eternal silence and lazy inertia; is this what the fate of the ingenios and corrupt creation aspires to?

When life comes to an end, who is to say that the wind will still blow, that the sun will continue to rise, that the moon will always watch over and keep secrets in the night? There may come a time when all trapped in the crypt will be whispered in every dark corner of the world.

Who knows? These words may be written to be the ones who call up the manevolent power of anti-creation. Destruction will then be the future of the ambiguously loving and evil earth...

'pero cuando eso se perpetúa, aún se puede crear otra vez.'

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  Evening Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul
Please just leave me right here on my own
Later on you could spend some time with me
If you want to
All at sea

All at sea, Twentysomething; Jamie Cullum
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  Tell Me Why Time goes by so fast these days that sometimes I stop and wonder if when I look back on these years I'll remember them in a whirl of superficial memories and insignificant events. The existence of this fast paced reality and material obsessed world is disorienting.

When I look back at history, at the short amount of time that humans have walked the earth, it is unbelievable to literally see the development of language, art, and culture. Compared to what our ancestors achieved with the creating of such a rich and insightful species, our own "progress" through technology looks destructive. Perhaps my perception of human history is romanticized but it must be for me to believe both that humanity is a beautiful thing but also that it is unbelievably corrupt...


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  Contemplative Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be completely unattatched to twentieth century reality and to be once again filled with the nature of innocence...

And now I am reminded of my main character in a screenplay. His friend accuses him of killing an innocent woman. He retorts with: "What is innocence?"

Innocence n.
1 a : freedom from guilt or sin through being unacquainted with evil
b : chastity
c : freedom from legal guilt of a particular crime or offense
d (1) : freedom from guile or cunning; simplicity (2) : lack of worldly experience or sophistication
e : lack of knowledge

But what is innocence? I'm not sure I would go so far as to call it ignorance but nor would I call it complete purity. Ahh...purity is another great ambiguous word that we're tortured with.
The literal analyzers I mean, not us writers; we use ambiguity to our advantage.
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  'Heal the Pain' I got rubber bands today. "Elastics" is the word the orthodontist used but they are nothing more than tiny rubber bands. My teeth are aching and I didn't even get to pick a color.
The biggest downside is that now I look even younger than before, and according to my sister, I have a lisp too. Just what I need. Luckly I can still sing (my judgement though).

I really have no idea how I'm going to get out of work on Friday. I really don't want to have to call a whole bunch of people to see who I can switch days with.

I think the rubber bands are meant to pull my teeth out not back together. Ouch.
Maybe I should tie down my tongue.

In other news, I have decided (again for the third time) that I do want to get my license soon but I don't think my parents' will be patient with me anymore.

When I look back over what I have written I can't help but feel stupider every time. Do I care too much what other people think?
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  'We all die someday' I would call this an 'intellectual blog', but I'm the one writing it. Don't expect much. I've attempted at various points this past year to creat a xanga/livejournal/whatever, but perhaps my bad memory is to blame for their demise. I think far faster than I can type or write so my brilliant thoughts are forever lost in the past. Maybe someday I'll master the art of thinking slowly. Perhaps a hitting my head on a wall would speed up the process. Or speed down...

Oh wait. Other people introduce themselves in their first post. Well...I can do that I suppose. Southpark is in the background so my IQ is...oh wow I just made a jewish star with those clicky things. Okay, okay. My name is Sarah. I'm 16 and I still don't know anything. It's interesting how we introduce ourselves first with our name. It's Really interesting that this is how we identify ourselves. If I look back at friend's blogs, they all begin (after a short introduction--note that I have carried on this 'tradition') with their names. I mean, how much does a person's name really say about them? I don't want to get into this right now.

I think this might possibly be the best year (school year) of my life (so far). I talk to people during school and eat lunch with friends. I have a job at Hallmark so I get become a 'people person'. Obviously not good at that (see first sentence in this paragraph). What else can I say about myself that will not reveal itself in time?

I'll probably start talking about my love of history (just learned about Hamilton and Jefferson-am hooked for life), writing/thinking, music/films, politics, religion, science, social science, psychology/sociology (anyone know the difference?), and a whole bunch of other stuff.

I was the oldest until last year when my Dad got remarried. So now I have two stepbrothers (18, 16), a sister (14), a step sister (12), and a brother (10). I'm missing someone. No I'm not. Oh well.

I really wish I could have started this journal at the beginning of summer rather than now. So much has happened in the past month. Deaths, pregnancies, politics.

I can think of so many things to talk about but due to school, we'll see if I get around to posting on weekdays. Don't anticipate much on weekends either.   ¶ 10:18 PM 1 comments

  On my time Definetely not schoolwork.

Untitled Novel
Middle Ages>>sibling rivalry>>war
Moritz, Berthold, Korbl, Karsten -- four brothers, only one can inherit the manor

Untitled Screenplay--HA! (owe idea to Priya and other development to Mary)
Underworld>>revenge>>grim reaper
Radek, Valdis (lou)-- a man in the devil's service becomes the grim reaper

English assignment
play>>sell soul to devil>>we'll see my grade for that
It's done; I might post it later

I have a couple other things but due to junior year, they might not get off the ground. Here's one that I was thinking about, might still do.

Untitled Fantasy Novel/Screenplay (owe part of idea and development to Candice)
Fantasy world>>royalty>>feminism>>deception>>adventure
Think Norway. Norway royalty. Norway queen. Norway teenage queen. In the middle ages. Only better. Foreign country wants to overthrow. Fall in love with spy. You get the idea. I have a tiny bit written on it, might post later also

S.O.C. --what shall we do Julie?
turn of the century>>London>>France>>opera>>capes>>lemonade>>crying>>memoir>>death
Names that have changed so many times. This idea was originally based on the idea of an 8 year old, but it evolved nicely. So the characters are now dead pets. Except for one. He's still alive.

Something I was writing in English until I realized it was supposed to be contemporary
religion>>devil
I've got a miniscule about written and three lines of a poem.

'Ever wreathed in fire he stands
To proud to hand his cursed head
Punished eternally and damned overtly
Blood of jihad on his hands'

"No power can touch the orders of hell!"

I also had a website from a Creative Writings class. Because this stupid computer blocks popups, I have to paste the url. http://enloehs.wcpss.net/projects/obrien/ruizs06/page2.html
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