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For Marta. XD

2008-09-20T17:52:03Z

salution @ 2007-06-29T15:42:00

2007-06-29T19:42:27Z

All your OCs are belong to ... my OCs.

salution @ 2007-04-27T01:12:00

2007-04-27T06:14:30Z

I should be asleep right now. :]

salution @ 2007-04-09T00:48:00

2007-04-09T04:49:43Z

So... I just realized I have names for all of my Muses.

Ebu, Rheia, Nikita, Ameretta, Leilut, Yajiru, and Ama.

...Hmm.

Current track list; CD.

2007-03-28T17:16:27Z

1. Dancemos No Mundo
2. Ai Meu Amor Se Bastasse
3. Vicio De Ti
4. Se Ao Menos Houvesse Um Dia
5. Porto Côvo
6. Rugas
7. Solta-Se O Beijo
8. Deixa-Me Rir
9. Canção De Embalar
10. Re Tratamento
11. Bem-Vindo Ao Passado
12. Problema de Expressão

salution @ 2007-03-04T12:35:00

2007-03-04T18:25:24Z

Dahlonega Fudge Factory ... It was small, but it was good. x3
In the end, I got two rock candies, and four of these chocolate covered pretzels that had chunks of english toffee on them. That = ♥

On another note. ^^.

Moonlight and Magnolias turned out to be awesome. It took me a minute or so to get into it, just because I had it set in my mind that because of all of the horror stories I heard about the rehearsals, the play itself would suck. WRONG. It was good, and I mean really, actually good. The guy playing Ben Sacht had in the brochure that it was his first ever play. I give him props, because new to the stage or not, that cadet did a damn good job! The guy playing Selznick? Fantastic. I loved how he played the part.
How he and the actor behind the camera man kept serious faces during the acted-out pregnancy scene, I have no idea, but ... wow.

As for the girl, Shelly, who played Poppenghul?
Loved her. It was the smallest part in there, but she did a good job. Especially with the stumbling done in those heels- How did she not break her ankle?

The set didn't fall over like in rehearsals, timing was a bit off, but all in all... I'd give it 4.5 out of 5 stars.

You should go see it, tonight is the last night.
NGCSU March Info <-- For more information.

"There might be some good ones."

2007-02-09T00:40:19Z

I should just stop reading it, if it hurts my feelings.

"So break me to small parts... Let go in small doses."

salution @ 2007-01-21T01:18:00

2007-01-21T06:19:09Z

I HAVE A PASSPORT.

OMFG.

salution @ 2006-12-16T10:19:00

2006-12-16T16:32:54Z

Ehh. LiveJournal's Rich Text layout looks hella different. Is it just me, or were there changes? Been too lazy to read up on all of the updates.
Ah well... Movin' on, darlin's.

Alright, so as most of you know, I can't access DeviantArt. I'm eighteen, but what the hell. Ya know? It's blocked. Something about getting viruses from the art site. Ahahaha. Whatever. What I need, you see, is someone who can draw me a port, but most artists in dreams can only be found- gaspgasp- on DA. (Which is totally unfair.) I'm willin' ta pay, of course; I can come up with something creative, write, send ya a check, or pay ya with paypal. (Yes, I finally got off my ass and got paypal.) But ya gotta gimme proof of ability by past works, or ones you're working on now, and then haggle with me for a decent price.
(Who the hell would want to pay over twenty bucks for a 95x95 image? xX; Screw that.)

Ahhh, tonight is the Christmas party at work. And I was tellin' people how I wanted to come dressed as an elf, and now look: P.C. is out of the elf costumes they promised me they had in stock just two days before. (I called yesterday, so it had only been one day, and poof! All gone.) So, what am I to do? No sewing machine- though I want one so terribly bad. I loved to make clothes at my moms, because her sewing machine was so kickass. But this isnt my moms, and I can't afford no stinkin' machine. Though, I wager two hundred dollars may very well be worth it... >_> In fact, I'm willin' to bet a high slope that it is, depending on brand name, comp'nies, and such.

Agh. Starting to talk like Evelyn and Zell. Next thing ya know, I'm ganna start- GONNA. I'm gonna start dancing like Kenji, or dressing like Psyche. All. White. All the time.
Whoa. Brainblast.

...Alright. I gotses to clean, so you all sit tight, 'kaykays? I'll come bother you all later. :D
'Til then, lovelove!

This is what I get for writing at three in the morning.

2006-12-13T17:55:15Z

[ "Wait until the dust settles. You live, you learn. You love, you learn. You cry, you learn, you lose, you learn. You bleed, you learn. You scream, you learn." ]

He could feel it, surging through him, tightening in his chest, and setting his little heart aflame. It didn't scare him, not as much as it once had, before his surgery- before all of the mistakes made in diagnosing him, before all of the near overdoses, before the faux doctor doing what he did and trying to get him to believe that it was all of his fault- not the fault of the man in the stolen white coat. But that was a whole other story, and this now was ten times more important than the rape he could not, and never would, remember.
Stumbling over tossed clothes, a hand on his chest, and squeezing, slapping, tapping; working desperately to get that pounding louder, to get it really heard because it wasn't as scary as it once was, but it was still pretty worthy of a mite few panicked thoughts. His right hand left his side, reaching out for the orange bottle on his dresser, knocking it over, spilling his medication all over the floor. Vision already blurring, stomach lurching, and threatening not to take any of it down.
Time was slower for him, as he dropped ungracefully to his knees, head spinning; hurting. Lungs drawing in ragged, too-small breaths. Was he hyperventilating? He felt like no matter how much he breathed, he couldn't get enough air, and as he looked up, all he saw was that big water stain, swirling above him and promising to fall. Promising to spill rancid, month old water onto his face. Promising to drown him.
You should have known better, he thought, panting as he watched the walls join the spot- all turning, right 'round him like a carousel, only the speed began to pick up the longer he laid there. The longer he, god, felt that burning in his chest.
"Fucked," he whispered. "I'm fucked..."

[ "The fire trucks are coming around the bend. You live, you learn. You love, you learn. You cry, you learn, you lose, you learn. You bleed, you learn. You scream, you learn." ]

I'm doing a writing thing... I need your help. <3

2006-11-16T20:46:55Z

View Poll: The Poll of Farkin' Pollin'

salution @ 2006-11-05T15:23:00

2006-11-05T21:23:34Z

Come one, come all; all eyes and ears, come hither; come to me:
The man on stage who shouts and sings as if he could prove something.
A falling leaf sat upon my neck, and whispered in my ear,
"Dying is half the fun of living, if the living's not in fear.
You can sing your days away, but they may never quite get why,
It is most sensible to smile and cry at the same time,
To wrap around your sorrow in a warm, welcome hug.
"Hate," is a strong word, but, darling, so is, "Love."
Both the children of passion, split by a thin, thin, line:
A tightrope we all walk along, but some fall to either side,
'Cause you love to hate, and hate to love, and nothing in between.
Well, honey, that just means that you're the opposite of me,
'Cause I love to love, and, honestly, I couldn't hate a thing.
Let me correct myself: I love everyone in the world but me.
I'll change my head to a stepping stone for all to walk upon.
I'll hold you like the booths at church, and listen to your confession.
I'll wrap my arms into a cradle, warm, and rock you into sleep.
I'm singing this song with no guitar, so you'll just listen to me.
I pulled a needle from my arm in March, and haven't touched it since,
But, no matter what I do or say, I can't convince my friends of this,
'Cause you spread half-truths and rumors like door-to-door religion.
You speak of gossip and gospel as if you knew the fucking difference.
Now, I've got no God, no girl, no drugs, no drinks, no cash, no home, no car,
But, there's a circle of friends, all smiles and held hands, at apartment 1084.
So, I'll belt it out, an unfamiliar sound, the truth, how it really is.
No, I'll just speak these next two lines all soft and slow, so you can let them sink in:
The difference between us, my friends, I can see it in your eyes:
You're glad that you're not dead yet, and I'm just happy to be alive.

That's right.

2006-10-22T17:46:47Z

So, yesterday, I got one of three surface bars pierced on the top of my left wrist. So happy!

Anyway, so I took a picture right after it was done - a teeny bit of blood, but the picture is a bit shaky, so you can't really tell. Still, I know some of you have hemaphobia. Er, I probably spelled that wrong, but at least I tried.

So, on to 'em: piccietures!

Right after:

Morning after (4am) - (excuse the weird angle) and excuse sister's lighter :

And the day after, after work:

^______^ It's so pretty. ♥!

salution @ 2006-10-17T10:27:00

2006-10-17T15:28:00Z

I feel decidedly better, now. Thanks.

Pictures are up!

2006-09-15T03:24:45Z

Gaspage!

http://pics.livejournal.com/salution/gallery/00003c2a

Click it. You know you want to.

It will be our little scandal. Everyone will have to know.

2006-06-09T17:10:38Z

Do you know what it means to be trusted?
"To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved." said George MacDonald.

Enjoy the tale.