| Back from the dedad... almost literally |
[Sep. 23rd, 2005|11:08 am] |
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Hey Party People.
Yeah, it's been a LOOOOONG time. The craziness of life crept up from behind and pounced on me when I least expected it. Besides falling into a deep depression that greatly debiliated me, there's just been so many terrible things going on with friends and family that I was giving up on life. I believe this is how I became very ill. I mean VERY ill, to the point where I started making my will and testament, because I thought it was the end of the line for me. However, for some reason God kept me here on this earth to fulfill something, which obviously has not be completed yet. So, bearing that in mind, I am striving to not only physically get better, but mentally and spiritually as well. I want to be a better person from the inside out. I will trty to update as much as I can, but until things begin to settle down, I don't know when I'll be back. Just bear in mind that I think of all of you daily and love you dedarly. To my friends who know about the situations, I thank you for your continued support. To my SASS ladies, I hope all is well with you, and I try to read your stories when I get a chance. And to everyone I hope God blesses you and keeps you.
<3,
Mel |
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| Dude, I'm not surprised |
[May. 4th, 2005|09:34 am] |
You are Professor Severus Snape from the movie
'Harry Potter'. You're very bitter, very smart,
and your past has been one long nightmare. You
teach Potions at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry. Although you can act like a bitch
sometimes, you've had a rough life, so its
somewhat excusable. In the Harry Potter books,
you are described as 'greasy-haired and
hook-nosed'. yeah, right. Your hair is fucking
gorgeous. and so are you. cheer up.
Which of the illustrious Alan Rickman's characters are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
I knew it! However, I want to know what pansy got "Col. Brandon the droopy-eyed puppy running after a complete bitch who has no interest in him" or "Jaime with the disturbing facial hair" or even worse "P.L. O'Hara the daughter fucker." |
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| A Pirate Story (part 1) |
[Apr. 15th, 2005|09:32 am] |
Cpt. Mel puffed out her chest proudly as she surveyed the ocean. Everyone knew that she, The Hazel Eye Siren, was one of the most feared pirates on the seven seas. Her ship, the Intrepid, sailed smooth and steady on the Pacific, cutting through the ocean like a blade. Ah, she loved the sea. Sure, it was a cruel mistress at times, but she loved it nonetheless. She couldn't see herself doing anything else but be a pirate. To think she actually considered becoming a teacher at one time. HA!
"Cap'n!" her first mate Zambonigirl said urgently. "We've spotted another ship coming up quickly port bow!"
"Another ship, eh? Nocturnias!"
"Aye, ma'am?" the Cabin girl asked.
"Fetch me spyglass!"
"Aye, Cap'n!"
Nocturnias sprinted from the deck and went down below to the Captain's Quarters. Zambi looked over at Cpt. Mel with worry clearly written on her face. Mel noticed but said nothing. She knew why her first mate was worried. They were on the run from the honorable and feared Admiral Tarah Fae. She hunted pirates as a sport and hanged more of them than any other admiral in history! However, she had a personal vendetta to settle with Cpt. Mel. It seemed the Hazel Eye Siren had stole the Admiral's best rum, a bottle that was over 50 years old. She had planned on saving it for her wedding day, but Cpt. Mel had other plans for it. After all, that's really the only reason Mel became a pirate... All the rum you can drink!!!
"Here ye are, madame!" Nocturnias said sweetly, handing the spyglass to her captain.
Cpt. Mel snatched the glass from her hand and looked through it towards the ship. She growled as it came into view, recognizing it immediately. Nocturnias and Zambi gave each other nervous looks.
"What the hell?!" an annoyed voice asked from the doorway of the Captain's Quarters. The group looked over to see Sailorpluto loitering in the doorway wearing only a bed sheet and looking quite pissed. "That damn Cabin Girl woke me up after she NOISILY rumagged through the room!"
"Shut yer mouth, wench!" Cpt. Mel told her pirate captive she used for her wicked pleasures. "Get back ta me quarters and stay thar!"
"Fine, just wake me up for lunch."
The group watched the wench go back under the deck before returning their attention to the oncoming ship.
"What is it, Cap'n?" Zambi asked. "Is it Admiral Tarah Fae in the Valiant?"
"No," Mel answered shortly. "The Valiant be a good ship, but this one be too fast. It got to belong to another pirate."
"Who, ma'am?"
Mel lowered her spyglass and said in a low voice. "Me chief rival... the Dread Pirate Notsosaintly and her ship the Smutty. Get the crew ready, Zambi. This might get ugly." |
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| Arrr! |
[Apr. 13th, 2005|06:00 pm] |
DUde, I'd freakin' ROCK as a pirate! lol! |
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| I <3 AR! |
[Feb. 14th, 2005|11:14 am] |
 | You scored as Alan Rickman. You belong with Alan Rickman! Your mom thinks he's hot (she's right too). He's got that sexy voics, and a nice English accent to boot. You've got lots of competition on this one.
Sexcellent Alan quote: "Mr Potter...our new...celebrity."
Alan Rickman | | 100% | Orlando Bloom | | 100% | Antonio Banderas | | 100% | Jason Isaacs | | 100% | Sephiroth | | 80% | Tim Armstrong | | 80% | Sean Connery | | 80% | Glenn Danzig | | 60% | </td>
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| Times have changed... a bit |
[Feb. 9th, 2005|11:36 pm] |
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Dude, I was reading the other journal entries (about 4 or 5 drabbles) I had posted when I first came into LJ, and I was all messed up. I'm thinking, "Oh man, is THAT morbid!" or "Why can't I write like that NOW?!" or "What was I smoking when I wrote this shit?!"
Of course, this could be the generic pseudephed talking.
I guess even in the course of 4 months, so much has happened, and so many things have changed me.
Some for the better...
And some not...
Still, some of that stuff I wrote in the past is sorta haunting me now. It's an odd feeling.
Oh well, I think I'll just keep the old stuff posted, just to remind myself what I was feeling at that time in my life. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2005|04:33 pm] |
| How to make a dada_mistress |
Ingredients:
3 parts anger
3 parts arrogance
3 parts joy |
Method:
Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of emotion |
Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.comMelissa: For a DADA_Mistress, that sounds about right. Snape: Personally, I think several more generous portions of 'arrogancee' should have been addedd. Melissa: Piss off, jealous you prat! *smack Severus in the arm* Snape: Evil old harpy! *rubbing arm* I do believe the anger is miscalculated as well. |
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| How to Make a "Melissa" |
[Feb. 8th, 2005|04:32 pm] |
| How to make a melissa |
Ingredients:
1 part anger
5 parts courage
5 parts leadership |
Method:
Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Serve with a slice of emotion and a pinch of salt. Yum! |
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| Being sick is NOT fun |
[Feb. 8th, 2005|04:09 pm] |
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Dude, being sick is not cool, especially if you have a sinus infection. It's even worse when the medication the doctor perscribed makes you crazy. I have Erythromycin (4 times a day), generic claritin (once a day), generic tylenol (every 4 hours until my head stops exploding), and generic pseudoephedrine (twice a day but not after 5pm or else I'll be up uunntil 4am). I believe the pseudoephedrine to be the worse of all, because not only does it increase hyperactivity, but irritability as well (no joke, thoise are the EXACT words the doctor told me). More irritable?! God help us! I already feel buzzed and pissed off for no reason, nor can I focus or concentrate on anything! I'm like Voldemort with ADD after drinking too much coffee. (I NEED MORE COFFEE, DAMNIT! GIVE IT TO ME NOW BEFORE I... What the hell was I talking about? Shit, I hate it when I... What are you looking at, Lucius?! What THAT look supposed to mean?! CRUCI... Don't TOUCH me, Bellatrix! I'm fine! I JUST NEED SOME... Dude, where's my wand?) |
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| All right, I'll give in... |
[Feb. 8th, 2005|01:02 pm] |
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At your bloody requests, I have not only updated my LJ, but have started to use it again. Okay, you SASS-y wenches, you finally got to me. Happy? ;) |
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| Yet |
[Oct. 15th, 2004|11:40 am] |
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I see her face all the time
Yet I have never met her in person
I speak with her everyday
Yet I have never heard her voice
I feel so close to her
Yet she is thousands of miles away
I know I can trust her with my secrets
Yet she seems to know everything about me
I feel like I have known her all my life
Yet I only met her a little over a month ago
But she is already dear to my heart |
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| I just want to let you know... |
[Oct. 13th, 2004|01:30 pm] |
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Last night I learned the preciousness of life. Of course, I had learned that lesson long ago, but I was reminded of it last night. Seriously, we are like a flash of light in the dark. We take advantage of somethings that we assume will be there everyday. We assume that a loved one will be there with you the next morning, we assume they know how much they mean to you, we assume that while change is imminent it will not happen anytime soon. Then suddenly you find yourself at a loss because change had suddenly crept up on you unexpectedly and you're faced with something unpleasant. Then guilt seems to sweep over you, saddenning your spirit. Tears brim and fall from your eyes as you think about how you never had a chance to tell them "I love you," or "You mean so much to me" one last time. You wish you would have gone and given them an extra kiss or hug before you left to go on with your day, not knowing that moment you saw them would be their last seconds ever spent with you.
I guess what I'm trying to say is NOT to take advantage of the little things and everyday occurances of life. Celebrate it, love it, enjoy it! Take risks! Who cares if you get hurt? It's a part of life that helps you grow, lessons learned and passed on. Tell the people you care about how much they mean to you everyday, even if they already know. Tell them how much you love them now because they may not be there later. |
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| "The One" |
[Oct. 12th, 2004|06:05 pm] |
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How do you know when you've found "the one?" I heard there's supposed to be fireworks, explosions, stars, and a whole parade of feelings that are inexplicable, all pointing to one conclusion: you're in love; in true love with your soul mate!
I have yet to feel that way about someone. Oh sure, I THOUGHT that perhaps I had found "the one"... TWICE! Of course, they ended the same way; boring, uneventful, and even tedious. Really, I should have known. There were no fireworks then, no flowers blooming where we walked, no such feelings of bliss in each other's presence. We just... were. We existed together and nothing more.
That being said, I suppose I don't know what love is really like. Does that mean I won't know it when I see it? Will I let it pass me by because I don't recognize it? Will "the one" slip right through my fingers someday and I won't even know it? Good God, I pray not! I want to find love, and yet I'm still hesitant to think that once you do find love, you'll never be the same. I don't want to lose me, who I am! I don't want to lose myself to somebody else, but I suppose if he or she IS "the one," you won't mind giving yourself up anyway.
An odd thing, Love is.
Strange and sweet.
Wicked and wonderful.
Pain and pleasure.
Rational and irrational.
Confident and confusing.
Maybe that's what love REALLY is.
Maybe that's what it feels like to find "the one." |
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| It's So Strange |
[Oct. 12th, 2004|02:02 am] |
I'm so confused. These thoughts keep swimming in my mind. It makes my head spin, and I don't know why. How can someone have this affect on me Why do I feel this way?
It's so strange.
Part of my wants it to stop, and yet, I don't want it to. It tells me I'm human. It reminds me I'm alive. It assures me that I indeed have a heart.
But it's still so strange.
Perhaps I'm losing my mind. Maybe this is what it feels like to be on the last straw, the breaking point of what is sane and what is not. Perhaps this is my last rational thought... or my first irrational one.
It's so strange. |
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| Biochemistry |
[Oct. 11th, 2004|11:09 am] |
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Biochemistry. The name alone sends unpleasent chills down my spine. It is an abomination, a horrible despicable subject used only as a tourchoring device to melt one's brain. I cann't imagine a punishment more severe than sitting in a boring biochem class and forced to listen to the very cruel instructor explain the differences between and alpha-helix protein and a beta-sheet protein. Good God, please kill me! |
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| The 5 Senses of Love |
[Oct. 9th, 2004|11:52 pm] |
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There are some that talk of love as if it’s some wonderful commodity. However, there are others that see it as a wasted emotion, a weakness that deters one’s judgment. It can cloud the mind and dull the senses causing even the most intelligent people to stumble. There have even been wars over such a feeling, ending thousands of lives for something that is priceless. It’s such a high price to pay for something that’s not even tangible, don’t you agree?
You know, if you would have asked me that a year ago, or even a few months ago, I would have concurred. However, I met him, and he means more to me than life itself. You might not know it, but love IS tangible. I see it every time I look at him. I hear it every time he speaks. I feel it every time he touches me. I smell it every time I inhale the scent on his skin. I taste it every time his lips touch mine. Love IS real, because he IS love, and I intend to keep it by any means necessary. He chose me, and for the life of me I don’t know why, but I intend to make sure he doesn’t think he made a mistake. He deserves to be loved. I love him with all my mind, heart, and soul, and that’s something no one can ever take away!
"We fight against those who control the darkness."
- DADA_Mistress |
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