Sunday, March 26th

Dude.
music: t.A.T.u. - Dangerous and Moving
mood: Working

Dude, what're you doing here?

Stardusted is on hiatus. Stuff will be taken down, stuff will be put up, and layouts will be changed (finally!). Away with you! I'm working on a way to take things down without completely destroying and losing everything.

Ashlyn on March 26, 2006 @ 12:44 PM
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Monday, February 20th

I am still random.
music: Ani Difranco - Swim
mood: Discombobulated



Ashlyn on February 20, 2006 @ 12:39 AM
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Saturday, January 28th

Tomorrow, tomorrow
music: Vertical Horizon - Everything You Want (whoa, 90s pop)
mood: Efficient

I'm sorry I haven't written much here. Most of it is elsewhere. As such, I'll probably be taking down the blog portion of the site for the next layout.. or it'll be an occasional thing. I really don't want to cross-post. It's cumbersome, annoying, and kind of stupid, at least in my head. (somehow, some way)

Poor Stardusted is in need of a good revamp. I'm planning on creating a few fanlistings, when I get the time. Hopefully I can make a layout for this site today, take care of that, and then start pondering fanlistings. Because they.. fixate me. Kind of. In a strange way. An occasional obsession, maybe?

So, that's what's going to happen. If you'd like the URL to the place I'm blogging now, email me and I'll give it to you. Why not post it here? Because I don't feel like it. Though, if you're really opposed to emailing me, comment with your email address and I'll email it to you.

Yeah. That's life. Well, the life of this website, anyhow.. which is probably just as exciting as mine, right now.

Ashlyn on January 28, 2006 @ 08:43 PM
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Monday, January 23rd

.. Yes?
music: Pocahontas Soundtrack - Savages (Part 1)
mood: Lazy

It's been a while, yes?

Because I'm really lazy, yes?

And really lacking in creativity, yes?

And absorbed with other things, yes?

This is getting really old, yes?

.. Anyhow. My server exploded. Not literally (at least, I hope not). I've never actually seen the machine my site lazes in, as it's somewhere north of here.. Santa Monica, or so. Some techy-place. But that's not the point. Point is, I lost data, mostly blog posts and emails - just about the most important things on this silly website. Anything created/posted/uploaded after the 19th. So, if you emailed me somewhere in there, resend it, and I will actually reply, instead of just reading it and marking it as unread to reply to later. All of that pisses me off. And I have finals. I'm going to die. Totally and utterly. But, eh, I have accepted and moved on. Though I'm still studying, so I suppose the acceptance isn't complete.

Yes. It's 6:38, and I haven't started studying yet. I'm asian, yes.. but perhaps not as nerdy as you might have thought. Or maybe even nerdier, procrastinating on the computer and ranting about webby-technical stuff. I'll be up late, I expect. Don't die, everyone.

(non finals-related) To do list:
PHPbb forum for Khairi
House layout for stardusted
Layouts in general

Ashlyn on January 23, 2006 @ 06:41 PM
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Monday, January 16th

Oh shit.
music: Utada Hikaru - Simple and Clean
mood: Screwed

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

Seriously. Oh shit.

I thought I had it. I really did. I KNEW I HAD IT, DAMMIT.

But I don't.

My binder is in my locker, in the guardroom, or in some place that I don't even want to imagine, because that certain place happens to be the Black Hole of the Lost.

Usually this wouldn't matter. BUT I HAVE HOMEWORK DUE TOMORROW. HOMEWORK. I'm fairly sure that I'll be the only one in class not have mine. I don't really care about that, but I need that homework. There are very few graded assignments. Homework is one of them. I have an A in that class. A nice, happy, 94.6% A. I'm sure I'm flushing that down the toilet now, especially if my binder has vanished into the-place-that-must-not-be-imagined. Oh shit. Shit, man, shit. I'm going to die.

Where are my magic powers when I need them? Why can I not conjure the binder from wherever it is, and spend the next 2 hours doing the homework?

See, that is precisely the problem. I can't do the homework before class tomorrow, even if I did bring my history book, because it's way too long. Way, way, way too long.

I wish office hours could be magically moved to tomorrow. I would be happy beyond happy. My ecstasy would be like a great, big bolt of light shooting merrily from my happy self and oblierating everyone within a 50-foot radius.

But it's not going to happen. My magic powers are lacking, as usual.

I guess there is one upside - I get to sleep a little bit more. But I would gladly sacrifice sleep for my binder. My stupid, stupid binder.

Shit.

EDIT:

SHIT.

Undermined by my own brilliance YET AGAIN.

I have the paper. It was just stuck in my math notebook. Why did I not think to look there sooner?

On another note.. You know what's really sad? The second I found it, I ran to the computer to blog.

Ashlyn on January 16, 2006 @ 11:12 PM
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Fanfic Woes
music: Yellowcard - Only One
mood: Sad

I don't think it gets much worse than this.

.. In terms of being pitiful, that is.

It is 1:30 in the morning.

I've been reading House fanfics for the past 2 hours.

I've been crying for the past 15 minutes.

In terms of percentage, that's not bad, actually. Only about twelve percent.

But, I digress. Let's start at the beginning.

Reading House fanfiction is a bad, bad, bad sign. When I start reading fanfics, it is a very good idea to run for the hills, lest ye be drowned by the tidal waves of moodiness and self-pity. And we wouldn't want that, would we?

Anyhow, the story was sad. Very, very sad. And written well enough to be sad. I don't cry for no reason, you know. Not that that's very difficult to believe.

I think I'm finished now. With the crying, at least. If I were the slightest bit sane I'd be finished with the fanfic part too. But fanfics are like a drug - once you start, you sure as hell aren't gonna stop until you crash. Or even after.

Ashlyn on January 16, 2006 @ 01:39 AM
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Sunday, January 15th

Still Dreaming
music: Sarah McLachlan - World on Fire
mood: Inarticulate

Yay for blogging!

Okay, um.. So, yeah.. I have no school tomorrow! And.. um..

Screw it.

I made prettymuch an entire site, from start to finish, today. That was about it. I'm actually relatively impressed with myself, not so much for the image as for the rest of it. The image isn't all that great. It's pretty, but it's not something I would have liked to make. See, it's brush-based, and even idiots can make relatively nice brush-based layouts. All you do is pick a brush, stamp it around a few times, and repeat. And plus, the anti-brush thing has been drilled into me from years and years of personalizing for the roleplaying world. Way back in the day (god it feels terrible to say it like that), the better artists were very adamantly opposed to brushes. I got sucked into that. And yes, by the way, I was actually one of the more elite artists. I disappeared during the summer, though, so not so much anymore.

Anyhow. I like my squished text effects on the layout. And that, whoa, I actually colored the text something other than black or white. Amazing!

That was life, today.

I got up before noon, though.. but only by an hour.

Wow. This is amazingly lame. I'll have to find a nice survey to take.

Have you ever..

( ) smoked a cigarette
( ) smoked a cigar
( ) smoked anything else
( ) made out with a member of the same sex
( ) crashed a friend's car
( ) stolen a car

( ) been in love
( ) been dumped
( ) shoplifted
( ) been fired
( ) been in a fist fight


( ) snuck out of your parent's house
(x) had feelings for someone who didnt have them back
( ) been arrested
( )made out with a stranger
( ) gone on a blind date

(x) lied to a friend
( ) had a crush on a teacher
(x) skipped school/class
( ) slept with a co-worker
( ) seen someone die


( ) had a crush on one of your friends
(x) been to Canada
( ) been to Mexico
(x) been on a plane
( ) thrown up in a bar


( ) purposely set a part of myself on fire
(x) eaten Sushi
( ) been snowboarding
( ) met someone in person from MYSPACE
( ) been moshing at a concert


( ) been in an abusive relationship
(x) taken painkillers
( ) love someone or miss someone right now
(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by
( ) made a snow angel

(x) had a tea party
(x) flown a kite
(x) built a sand castle
(x) gone puddle jumping
(x) played dress up


(x) jumped into a pile of leaves
(x) gone sledding
(x) cheated while playing a game
(x) been lonely
( ) fallen asleep at work/school


( ) used a fake id
(x) watched the sun set
(x) felt an earthquake
(x) touched a snake


(x) been tickled
( ) been robbed
( ) robbed someone
(x) been misunderstood
(x) pet a reindeer/goat


(x) won a contest
( ) run a red light
( ) been suspended from school
(x) had detention
( ) been in a car accident


(x) had braces
(x) felt like an outcast
( ) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
( ) had deja vu
( ) danced in the moonlight


(x) hated the way you look
( ) witnessed a crime
( ) pole danced
(x) questioned your heart
( ) been obsessed with post-it notes

( ) squished barefoot through the mud
(x) been lost
(x) been to the opposite side of the country
(x) swam in the ocean
(x) felt like dying

(x) cried yourself to sleep
(x) played cops and robbers
( ) recently colored with crayons/colored
pencils/markers
( ) sung karaoke
(x) paid for a meal with only coins

(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't
(x) made prank phone calls
( ) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
(x) caught a snowflake on your tongue
( ) kissed in the rain.

( ) written a letter to Santa Claus
( ) been kissed under a mistletoe
( ) watched the sun set with someone you care about
(x) blown bubbles
( ) made a bonfire on the beach

( ) crashed a party
( ) Have Traveled more than 5 days with a car full of People
(x) gone rollerskating
( ) had a wish come true
( ) humped a monkey

( ) worn pearls
( ) jumped off a bridge
( )screamed penis in class
( ) ate dog/cat food
( ) told a complete stranger you loved them

(x) sang in the shower
( ) have a little black dress
( ) fucked in a park or pool
( ) had a dream that you married someone
( ) glued your hand to something

( ) got your tongue stuck to a flag pole
( ) kissed a fish
(x) worn the opposite sexes clothes
( ) been a cheerleader
(x) sat on a roof top

( ) had sex at a church
(x) screamed at the top of your lungs
( ) done a one-handed cartwheel
( ) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours
(x) stayed up all night

( ) didn't take a shower for a week
(x) pick and ate an apple right off the tree
(x) climbed a tree
( ) had a tree house
( ) scared to watch scary movies alone

( ) believe in ghosts
( ) have more then 30 pairs of shoes
( ) worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say
( ) gone streaking
( ) played ding-dong-ditch

(x) played chicken fight
( ) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on
( ) been told you're hot by a complete stranger
( ) broken a bone
(x) been easily amused

(x) caught a fish then ate it
( ) made porn
(x) caught a butterfly
(x) laughed so hard you cried
( ) cried so hard you laughed
( ) mooned/flashed someone

--

We did a short flag routine to this song. I'm stressing about forgetting to go to practice tomorrow.. So what else to think of, but guard?

Meant to Live by Switchfoot
(Album: The Beautiful Letdown)

Fumbling his confidence
And wond’ring why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he’s meant for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside

Dreaming about providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we’ve been livin with our eyes half open
Maybe we’re bent and broken, broken

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside

We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were meant to live


Ashlyn on January 15, 2006 @ 11:21 PM
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Three
music: Coldplay - Yellow
mood: Content

I read today. Which means, basically, I picked up a book and didn't really do much else until I finished it. The book happened to be Memoir of a Geisha, and, surprisingly, it didn't occupy as much of my time as I'd thought it might. Or maybe it only seems that way because I started at it earlier than I usual do.

But anyhow. It's actually not such a bad story, or a bad novel, but it does have a tendency to get kind of tedious sometimes. And it's not terribly suspenseful or exciting. It's a good book because it's a good story. What confuses me, though, is this business about authors, translators, memoirs, etc. It's a novel by Arthur Golden, and the end notes say the main character is fictional, etc.. Except, in the beginning, there's a translator's note. Is this an element of the story? Is it not? Is the sky blue? Is it some strange plot device meant to confuse me?

As a whole, the book didn't leave me feeling any different. Usually, after I've finished reading something, I'll be inspired to write or, at the very least, dream my pitifully grand dreams about finally creating something beautiful. After this? Nothing. NOTHING. Except the urge to figure out how to spend my $25 on Amazon, though that might have come from the random impulses of my brain. You never know.

--

Today is Saturday, as you all know. (well, technically it's Sunday, but pretend it isn't) I had tae kwon do this morning, which required that I freaking get up and haul myself out of bed before noon, and deal with brainless, (I wish) headless morons. If stupidity were a disease, these people would be rounded up and shot for fear of an epidemic.

There is one instructor who happens to hate me. Though, now that I think of it, that isn't a very distinguishing quality. There is one short instructor who happens to hate me. He's really short. It's hilarious, actually. Usually I wouldn't be laughing at my short comrades, because, well, I'm short too, but he deserves it. Arrogant bastard. Also chronically pissed off, especially at me.

(directions, corrections, etc)
Instructor: DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!
Ashlyn: Yes.

(more directions, corrections, etc)
Instructor: DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!
Ashlyn: Yes. (thinking: I know it's difficult to understand, but the lack of a penis DOES NOT MAKE ME ANY STUPIDER THAN YOU.)

(repeat)
Instructor: DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!
Ashlyn: Yes. (thinking: I know you are short. I know this pisses you off. However... Dude, it's not my fault you're short.)

So that's how that usually goes.

The interesting thing is, now he has a huge cut on his head from something.

Ashlyn: He got that cut on his head from getting hit by a sword.
Brother: Really.
Ashlyn: .. too bad it wasn't my sword.

--

Also, a quick tip for you aspiring chefs out there:
Walnuts, microwaved chocolate syrup, and white table sugar do not mix well. At all. Not only is it messy, it doesn't really taste all that great either. It just tastes.. like walnuts. A little bit sweeter, I guess. I wanted to try it with melted chocolate. Real chocolate. But then I realized that we have no chocolate chips, and I was desperate.

However, that was kind of a failure.

.. So I ate Pop-tarts - blasphemy!

For personal reasons, you understand. Kind of like this thing I have with pigtails. I have seizures at the thought of pigtails. SEIZURES.

[seizure] KDA_{)C0OE9Q9##!0130983MK*&LSDK90^#@CA3ONA#@KDNM$!F0 [/seizure]

Okay. I'm finished. Might sleep, might attempt to work on layouts. Either House or the lime layout.. but I realized as I was laying in bed last night that the House layout will likely suck, so I'm delaying starting on it. Eh. Loser.

--

This is one of my wide-awake happy songs - a song for life and being alive and actually happy, I suppose. Not sure if I fall into that category today, but I'm content and surprisingly awake, for having read so long. And it also helps that the song just came on.

Bigger Than My Body by John Mayer
(Album: Heavier Things)

This is a call to the colorblind
This is an IOU
I'm stranded behind the horizon line
Tied up in something true

Yes I'm grounded
Got my wings clipped
I'm surrounded by all this pavement
Guess I'll circle
While I'm waiting for my fuse to dry

Chorus:
Someday I'll fly
Someday I'll soar
Someday I'll be so damn much more
Cause I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for

Why is it not the time?
What is there more to learn?.. yeah
I shed this skin I've been tripping in
Never to quite return

Yes I'm grounded
Got my wings clipped
I'm surrounded by all this pavement
Guess I'll circle
While I'm waiting for my fuse to dry

Chorus

Cause I'm bigger than my body now

Maybe I'll tangle in the power lines
And it might be over in a second's time
But I'll gladly go down in a flame
If a flame's what it takes to remember my name
To remember my name, yeah

Yes I'm grounded
Got my wings clipped
I'm surrounded by all this pavement
Guess I'll circle
While I'm waiting for my fuse to dry
Waiting for my fuse to dry

Someday I'll fly
Someday I'll soar
Someday I'll be so damn much more
Cause I'm bigger than my body
I'm bigger than my body
I'm bigger than my body now

Oooh... Oooh....


Ashlyn on January 15, 2006 @ 12:44 AM
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Friday, January 13th

Surveys. I'm so uncreative.
music: Death Cab for Cutie - Soul Meets Body
mood: Dull

You know what's really sad?

(though 'sad' is a relative term nowadays, seeing as most everything associated with me is 'sad')

You know that I procrastinate, yes? Obsessively, yes? Unhealthily, yes?

It gets worse.

I procrastinate on stuff I like to do.

Like obsessing over House. I've failed to do that, yet.
And the whole issue with the layout for Stardusted. Haven't started that either, even though I really did come up with an idea. I even wrote it down, in pen (like usual), on the index card that happens to have really bad directions for completing the square written on it (in pen).
Oh, and there's the blog-making thing. And FTP-fixing. And general doom-inflicting.

Such is life.

Now, I'll do surveys for you two special kiddos.

For Ali:
1. Who are you? Soy Ashlyn.
2. Are we friends? The voices say.. yes!
3. When and how did we meet? In 2nd grade. In the morning. On the playground. I seem to recall the basketball court, however.
4. How have I affected you? You have made me insane, crazy, and obsessive, but all of that is good. You've also taught me what a non-dysfunctional friendship should be, even though I continually forget and make my merry way down the road of strangeness. I'm sure you've taught me other stuff, too, but I have bad memory.
5. What do you think of me? You are very cool. Possibly the coolest person ever. And you are also one of the funniest, wittiest people I've ever met. On another note, in many ways, we're disturbingly similar.
6. What's the fondest memory you have of me? Er, I dunno about that one. Bad memory thing, again. But it probably was just generally hanging out and being insanely random. Heh. De shadow government.
7. How long do you think we will be friends? A long, long time. I usually only lose friends because I don't keep contact, and even when I fizzle out of your life, we can start back where we ended before. So it's all good.
8. Do you love me? In a non-sexual way. I don't swing that way - sorry, my friend.
9. Do you have a crush on me? Well, if the potatoes told me to..
10. Would you kiss me? Ditto above.
11. Would you hug me? Certainly. And it would be a nice hug. Not a hug for breaking bones. Really.
12. Physically, what stands out? Your face. Don't know what about it, but it does. And your feet, but only because I know in my head and heart that my feet are little peons compared to them.
13. Emotionally, what stands out? You have better communication skills that I do. Definitely. You're sensitive, personality-wise and of other people.
14. Do you wish I was cooler? Dude, how could you be cooler?
15. On a scale of 1-10, how hot am I? Like 9. Because you have a ski-slope nose.
16. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. This is much too hard for my little brain. I dub thee.. Papita. Because my brain is currently telling me that would mean little potato, though you never know. Why potatoes? Because they are extremely cool, and are associated with my empire. And that's neat.
17. Am I loveable? Of course.
18. How long have you known me? However long you said you've known me. (too lazy to figure it out)
19. Describe me in one word. Awesome.
20. What was your first impression? That is a very neat dress.
21. Do you still think that way about me now? Seeing as I doubt you wear those dresses anymore, no.
22. What do you think my weakness is? Eh, I dunno. Maybe something about being pretty sensitive. It's hard to know, now, because I don't spend so much time with you anymore, and people have a tendency to change.
23. Do you think I'll get married? Eventually, yes. Ali = loveable.
24. What makes me happy? 311, TV, potatoes, writing, Japanese (and all related), Scrubs, sporks
25. What makes me sad? Hmm.. Eh, I dunno. Pretend I wrote something interesting here.
26. What reminds you of me? Mark from Rent, Rick (Riku), Edgewood
27. If you could give me anything what would it be? The gift of.. fluency in Japanese. Written and spoken.
29. How well do you know me? Pretty well.
29. When's the last time you saw me? Back in December, like you said.
30. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? Probably, but I don't remember.
31. Do you think I could kill someone? If the time were right, or if I decided that you were to be the lucky test subject for my mind-control device.
32. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same? Staying the same, but possibly getting stronger because of this blog stuff.
33. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen? Yes. But I have poor to nonexistent communication skills, as we all know.
34. Are you going to put this on your LiveJournal/myspace and see what I say about you? Already did. Ha!

For Katherine:

1. Who are you? Ashlyn!
2. Are we friends? I had been lead to believe so.
3. When and how did we meet? 7th grade, or somewhere in that neighborbood. Through Kiran and Katherine Fu and those kids.
4. How have I affected you? Finally, another perspective on life that is sincere and not so.. cookie-cutter idealistic.
5. What do you think of me? You're an interesting person, and ditto above.
6. What's the fondest memory you have of me? Hanging around at lunch, in general. I've lost track of fun stuff that's happened, but it's been very fun.
7. How long do you think we will be friends? At least through high school. For college, though, I don't know, because I am admittedly horrible at keeping contact.
8. Do you love me? In a sane, friendly way.
9. Do you have a crush on me? Nope, sorry.
10. Would you kiss me? Ditto above.
11. Would you hug me? Of course. Though you aren't really a hug kind of person, usually.
12. Physically, what stands out? Your face. There's the familiar asian-ness, but also the white-ness thrown in to mix things up a little. Your hair is also quite lovely.
13. Emotionally, what stands out? That you are more evil and cynical than I am. Or so I've been lead to believe by the voices in my head.
14. Do you wish I was cooler? You're just fine.
15. On a scale of 1-10, how hot am I? 9. Because you're pretty, dammit.
16. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. Ratherine. I applied Ashlyn's First Principle of Names to yours, like I did to Katherine Fu's name. Therefore, you are Ratherine, Rath, Rat, etc. Heh.
17. Am I loveable? In a certain special way that I could come up with if I were a little more sane right now.
18. How long have you known me? A few years. But not really more than casually until this year, possibly a little of last.
19. Describe me in one word. Unique. Lame, I know, but it's true.
20. What was your first impression? I don't remember. I really don't. CURSE MY BAD MEMORY.
21. Do you still think that way about me now? Not applicable. Bad memory.
22. What do you think my weakness is?
23. Do you think I'll get married? If you want to, you will.
24. What makes me happy? music in general, classical music/instruments, vampires, Phantom of the Opera
25. What makes me sad? Eh, dunno. I'm bad at questions like this.
26. What reminds you of me? Phantom of the Opera, sun-aversion, the color black
27. If you could give me anything what would it be? Something so special that even I have not yet been alerted as to its true identity.
29. How well do you know me? Kind of well, kind of not. But it's good.
29. When's the last time you saw me? Today. At lunch.
30. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? Don't remember. This is a common theme, tonight.
31. Do you think I could kill someone? Yes. Overwhelmingly, yes. If your head told you to do it, I think you could, and would.
32. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same? Getting stronger, but it's kind of inevitable because of the not-very-distant starting point.
33. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen? Almost anything, yes.
34. Are you going to put this on your LiveJournal/myspace and see what I say about you? Already did. Ha!

That's all for tonight. I feel just.. drained and uncreative and generally pretty dull. I'll probably browse iTunes for a while, just for kicks, and then shower and sleep. Sorry if I said anything stupid today.

To-do:
Stardusted layout
Group blog layout
Set up group blog
Spanish presentation/poster
Industrial Revolution homework
Science homework
Remember guard practice, Monday 4-8!

--

This song, if I remember correctly, has fairly amazing lyrics. So, why the hell does it happen to match my present dull uncreativity?

Because the music and singing are kind of trailing and hypnotic. At least, that's how I associate everything.

A Thousand Years by Sting
(Album: Brand New Day)

A thousand years, a thousand more,
A thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to numberless floors in space
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,
A million names but only one truth to face

A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point , this single flame,
The single haunted memory of your face

I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head

I may be numberless, I may be innocent
I may know many things, I may be ignorant
Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times
Reborn as fortune's child to judge another's crimes
Or wear this pilgrim's cloak, or be a common thief
I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief

I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
On and on the mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still unsaid
'Til you love me



Ashlyn on January 13, 2006 @ 11:32 PM
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Ashlyn. Your average fourteen-year-old ninth grader born August 18, 1991. Brown-eyed. Brown-haired. Japanese, Chinese, Hawaiian. Black belt in tae kwon do. Talents include being random, procrastinating, and telling the occasional necessary lie. Loves reading, horses, and inside jokes. Loathes arrogance, math, and stupidity. Lazy. Crazy. Unique, just like everyone else.

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