hahaha... i love this song. "peacock skeleton with crooked fingers"-Blood Brothers. do yourself a favor and listen to it sometime. If the sea shakes like an empty maraca I know [x4] and she falls in love with the sounds of ships sinking? I know [x4] Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest? If the heavens part and nobody, nowhere, nothing, every apartment is vacant, every home for rent? Hey Peacock? What's that? I just want to know what your feathers are made out of. Is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins? (It's all those!) Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest? If your friends are all cripple, all wither, all wilt, I know [x4] and you smile at their pain on your angel bone stilts. I know [x4] Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest? If the brick you throw puts a bullet in your skull and a police boot lands atop your gaping jaw? Hey Peacock? What's that? I just wanna know what the babies mouth is full of. Is it flies or cries or straw? Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest? Which peacock's police? Which peacock is thief? If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking Who's cashing out your bad luck? If wedding bells sound like death knells baby is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom? If tuxedos slither off corpses and copulate wild on wedding cake and the priest starts snapping photos? There's a peacock on your shoulder pole dancing around your neck while reciting the Book of Revelation. So who do you love? Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn? A panicked face makes the peacock proud. So who do you love? Who do you trust? Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born? A panicked face makes the peacock proud. If the forests turn to static and the gnarled branches, too? I know [x4] Your body starts to fall into a concrete tutu? I know [x4] which peacock is beast? which peacock is priest? If you strike for better wages at the cola factory and they drink champagne as they kick in your teeth? Hey Peacock? What's that? I just wanna know what his blood tasted like. Was it like sugar or vinegar or whiskey or dirt? (It's all those!) Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest? If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking Who's cashing out your bad luck? If wedding bells sound like death knells baby is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom? If tuxedos slither off corpses and copulate wild on wedding cake and the priest starts snapping photos? There's a peacock on your shoulder pole dancing around your neck while reciting the Book of Revelation. Things are never what they seem, the peacocks static melodies. So who do you love? Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn? A panicked face makes the peacock proud. So who do you love? Who do you trust? Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born? A panicked face makes the peacock proud.

we named him Goliath. because he's very small. XD but anyway. tragic news: sitdiary is blocked at school now. *tear* eh, oh well. thank you for the help, KatrinaxCore. I'll post some pictures of my puppy and my kitten as soon as i get around to it. ;] much love Ophelia

i got a puppy. he's a yorkie. we haven't figured out a name for him yet. we're thinking about Leonardo or Rembrandt. i would post some pictures of him, but i really don't know how. to: anyone who cares from: ophelia please assist i would really appreciate it. thank you.

http://www.yeeguy.com/freefall/ if you hate Bush, it's hilarious.

ms. agee tried to kill us this morning in pe class. i'm dying as we speak.

i'm so not excited right now. even though i will be later on. it's Katie's birthday today and we're going to the movies after school. it's depressing that Cera can't come with us, but i'm still going to have a good time. we're going to see saw II (even though i haven't seen the first one... but it's all good). i just hope i'll be able to sleep tonight. I love you, Cera. and i'll miss you sorely.

what happened to all the old-fashioned gentlemen? no one has good values anymore and it's so hard to build a quality relationship with anyone "modern". *sigh* life is pointless. ... am i getting addicted to these depression pills?

for the past few mornings i've been throwing up but not this morning! woot! but anyway, i've almost finished Cera's birthday gift (*yes,i made it*). now i just have to put on the details. which reminds me...

last saturday was homecoming and it wasn't as great as i expected it to be. although, i did see a long lost friend of mine. that's was exciting. and Cera, you looked ravishing. but other than that, it almost sucked... But oh well. there will be other times.

to anyone who cares: can you find a valid solution to my riddle?

i didn't come to school friday because i took a vacation day. i went to the jazz lounge on saturday and saw Richard's band. that was beast. i had a great time saturday. and for once, my horoscope was right. i upgraded to a whole 20 mL on my chill pills. do you think that's enough??? not for me. nothing in this world can help me now. it's gone too far. i've had too much. Byron really pissed me off last night. He can be so goddamn annoying and if i say something to him, he leaves and goes back to his house. he can be such a brat when he's not an asshole. ugh. blah blah blah blah X10

i was expecting better grades on my interim... german- F health/pe- B math- B 20th century- B creative fashion- B science- C english- B

there's a love present that i've never felt before and when i look at her, my heart skips a beat and i can hardly speak. She's the reason i live and breath and it's so hard to keep quiet my feelings for her. i feel so inferior to her. like i need to die at her feet. when i look at her, the darkness fades and i'm safe again. i love you, Cera. and i'll never get to tell you how i feel.

i still haven't found out who it was but... oh well. they'll get their's. i can't fake it my love i need filling come on i need it louder than bombs *sigh* i feel empty again.

the worst thing i can think of about these chill pills: anorgasmia. *sigh* i feel so disabled.

i did indeed spend time with Cera on Sunday and it was indeed the best 2 hours of my life. i love you, Cupcake. You are my weakness.

i love ska music. Kansas City Ska, bitches!!! (hardcore) i'm hoping to hang out with my Cera tomorrow. She's at the fair right now. ^_^ I hope she's having a good time. she deserves it. times ten.

Dear Secret Heart i ran the mile this morning and it sucked big winkie. i've been nausiated ever since. i wish the more i ate the more weight i'd loose. i'd be Twiggy by now. Katrina and I went shopping yesterday for five and a half hours. i bought a sweet-ass pink and black checkered belt and some hardcore earrings with a skull and razorblades on them. they're the sex. *sigh* i don't think my depression pills are doing anything. i still feel... well... depressed. i'm so glad it's friday. i get to sleep tonight.

i went to my gyno this morning and i now have birth control pills for my over-active periods. birth control... and depression pills. if i were any more pathetic. what should i do now? Cera. i need you, darling.

i have aim on my laptop. username: tighterxxpants so apparently that's called "whoring" yourself. pshhh....