Archive for November, 2004

Posted: November 30, 2004 in Uncategorized

“Your prince is dying”


his voice slithered into her ear in its wormlike way….coaxing tears to well up in her eyes….then his caressed her cheek nonchalently


“oh don’t cry, my dear. i’m here. i’ll take care of you.”


she turned away and sobbed

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Posted: November 29, 2004 in Uncategorized

the lone knight sat in his cottage, awaiting his beloved’s signal for
courting…but it never came….she called him to her ceremony of
state….she was marrying another….this did not occur to him until
her letter came….she begged him to attend…and he could not refuse
her…so he arrived…and watched as the tears rolled down her face in
happiness in the presence of her husband and lover….the place he
would never be in her life….and the tears of grief poured out like
rain upon the carpet, threatening to flood us all….the not so subtle
of the crowd let the rest of us know that they had noticed the tears in
his eyes….and we felt for this secluded knight….destined to his
desolate hermitage….as he was once again called to his beloved’s side
to see her disappear as well….

Posted: November 29, 2004 in Uncategorized

Ode to the Sweet Girls

This is a tribute to the sweet girls: the sweet girls that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and complaining about what psychos girls are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those girls who always provide a massage (without even being asked) while expecting none in return, who restrain themselves to tentative courtesy hugs, and always give that warming smile, and wait patiently for the guys to finish talking on their cells to their girls of the week. This is in honor of the girls that obligingly reiterate how cute/funny/hot/godly/sexy their male friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most guys love the occasional ego boost. This is in honor of the girls with open hearts, over-supportive attitudes, and 100% honest concern. This is in honor of the girls who respect a fella’s every facet, from his stupidly funny jokes- to his deepest secrets to- his clothing style (yes even his clothing style).

This is for the girls who drive their intoxicated male friends back from parties, and never hold it against them. For the girls who accompany guys to the club so that they will not look so desperate, to the girls who know the guy wants your help, but doesn’t want to appear weak, so they offer in a way as not to let him feel such. For the girls who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, to the girls who are accredited as “girlfriend material” but somehow don’t end up being girlfriends. For all the sweet girls who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, to all the sweet girls who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned (when new girls come into the picture). This is for you.

This is for that time he left you 12 urgent messages on instant messenger, and when you IMed him back, he spent 2 hours gripping about what “she” said earlier and what “she” is thinking over dinner in the cafe. And even though you thought his “girl-friend” was a snob and a jerk, you assured him that it was all ok, and he shouldn’t worry about it, b/c she had to know what she had. This is for that time he interrupted your Sex and the City marathon to rant about a how she had not called or who she was seen with the whole past weekend. And even though you had heard about this three times this week already, and it was only Monday, you muted the tv (right when Carrie was bumping into Big AGAIN!) for that hour and helped him to work through this thought once more, and assure him that you couldn’t see how she would try and mess up “what you had”! This is also for that time he didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, he just wanted to “hang out” and you went even though you had so much homework to do, and you had a project due in three days. Then he flirted coyly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by saying to everyone: “Oh isn’t she the sweetest friend a guy could have!” even though you were invited purely as a symbolic boost for his ego. You went – because you’re sweet like that.

The sweet girls don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the sweet girls don’t seem to get considered as more than a friend as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus, and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools, and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many guys are just illogical silly fellas. Many of them claim they just want to date a sweet girl, but when one is staring them in the face day after day, they say irrational confusing things such as “oh, she’s too sweet to date” or “she is so sweet, she’s like a sister” or “she already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask her out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable women in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date female friends to sympathize and apologize for the girls that are psychos. Sorry, girls, guys like that are beyond my ability to even try to figure out. I don’t understand where the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a sweet girl!) and what they do (let me try dating this snobby girl). But one thing I can do is say that the sweet-girl-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever.

There are definitely many fellas who grow out of phase and realize they should be dating the sweet girls, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those fellas, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those fellas are found, I propose a toast to all the sweet girls. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as incredibly sweet. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience on instant messenger, your unlimited massages, your advice and honest comfort, and your propensity to be such a girl for a totally honest compliment. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless nameless hero – my snaps, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication will come.

Fellas…this is how most of us sweet girls feel most of the time. We are really being honestly sweet, but sometimes we just want a simple thank you. So fellas…if there is a gal in your life that does those things for you that were mentioned above…give them a good thank you and maybe even a hug. And maybe now you will see us ladies in a different way. Or then again…maybe u won’t!! But no matter what happens we will always be the sweet girl at your side. When all the other girls have deserted you…remember who was there throughout it all!

Written By: Christy Stafford
Edited By: Meagan VanDeventer
November 9, 2004

Posted: November 29, 2004 in Uncategorized

she was sure she would see him as she came upon the clearing in the woods where they last met….it was fate in her mind that he would be there waiting with other friendly creatures….even if all there was on his face was a frown, she would’ve been more happy to see him than anything else in the world….it saddened her as all she saw was the moonlight shining through the limbs of the trees….casting shadows of malcontent into the glade below….


one of those shadows took physical form, however and she heard the rough voice of her captor


“i knew you’d come to find him, it was rather inevitable. what am i going to do with you, poppet?”


he slinked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. she grimaced as he nuzzled in her hair….but her body remained still in his grasp….the distinct smell of alcohol and tobacco smoke was on his breath as he kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear


“my poppet”

Posted: November 26, 2004 in Uncategorized

as she reached out to touch him…this angel of the night….she wondered if he was really there….or if he were a wraith dreamed from the depths of her mind….could she be happy in his arms? she closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around him….he warmly responded by embracing her closely…and then she proceeded to kiss him on the cheek….that was the last time she saw this mysterious elf and oh how she wished for his return


sitting all alone, tucking her knees under her arms….she cries….the fading warmth from her comforter as she longed for something more left her cold and desolate in the darkness of the night…..she heard voices….down the hall….footsteps followed by shadows on the wall….created by a lone candle flickering in the hands of her captor…he peered in to see her hallow eyes glowing gently in the light of the flame as she stared morbidly at him….her prince would never come to rescue her….her captor had made sure of that….and he was quite pleased with himself as he sidled up next to her in the bed….


“good night, poppet.”


the words made her shiver…that voice made her cringe…..and those hands resting themselves where she had promised that only her mysterious love would touch….sent her into resentment….she could never love this man who had swept her off in her moment of distress….could she? could she learn to be thankful for such a provider…..he adored her, assuredly….the lights in his eyes flickered soundly at her presence…..but so did the ones of the man she loved so dearly….

Posted: November 26, 2004 in Uncategorized

so i’ve been thinking…what with all the good that’s been happening the past few days…what have i been moping about? hopefully i can get myself together in my academics and financially, however…..*grimaces* that means work

Posted: November 25, 2004 in Uncategorized

 


as i have watched the incredibles, and am currently watching ben hur…i must say….thanksgiving rawks! although we confused ourselves by watching the B side of the dvd…..oh well….gir is dancing on my yim….w00t!


“go me and my tibetan poof ball self!”

Posted: November 25, 2004 in Uncategorized

okay….i need to get ahold of the mafia (both parties apply), and bill gates in order to start putting my plan into action….*imitates a cockroach* WORLD DOMINATION! *rides her african bullfrog into the sunset*


if anybody is interested in the following areas of the world:


eastern africa


india


middle east


central america


chile/paraguay/uruguay


rest of south america


islands of oceania


western half of usa


please contact me via email (if you don’t know my email, then you either need to persuade me why you need my email address or you’re probably not important enough to have any of the above areas….thank you)

Posted: November 24, 2004 in Uncategorized

“the wind blew cold and lonely across the widow’s moor…she never ever turned away a traveler from the door”


“why would they be watching her? she’s not even dressed….oh ok….”


went to shoney’s (actually woke up to hang with the mum and sis and some teacher that mum works with and her daughter) and then we rented ben hur….i get to watch ben hur….w00t! i’m such a dork….


harry’s a pothead and the sorceror’s stoned


Hello there, the angel from my nightmare,
the shadow in the background of the morgue,
the unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
we can live like Jack and Sally if we want
where you can always find me
and we’ll have Halloween on Christmas
and in the night we’ll wish this never ends
we’ll wish this never ends

(I miss you, miss you)
(I miss you, miss you)

Where are you and I’m so sorry
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
this sick strange darkness
comes creeping on so haunting every time
and as I stared I counted
the webs from all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides
like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
will you come home and stop this pain tonight
stop this pain tonight

Don’t waste your time on me you’re already
the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)
don’t waste your time on me you’re already
the voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)

Posted: November 24, 2004 in Uncategorized

so it’s down to this, eh? i have to work tomorrow night from 5-11…and friday night from 5-12…so i won’t be sleeping on friday….yay! for no doze and then sleeping on the flight (hopefully i can last that long….i will be at the airport for like 2 hours of nothing….gah! terry pratchet novel where are you?) if i can’t get anybody to pick me up sooner, ciara’s gonna head by the LR airport to pick me up around noon….perhaps we could get some lunch together and then head to the rave for a movie (or mayhaps another day…we’ll be exhausted that day….who knows?) i’m going to help somebody out in getting a job…because i’m nice…i guess…..and people apparently are wondering when scot and i are going to get married *raises an eyebrow* i’m confuzzled….g’nite