INFILTRATION!

I'M IN!!!!!!!

I got in! Can you believe it? I, Angela Jeniece Sparks, have infiltrated! *squee*

I'm in I'm in I'm in I'm in I'm in!!!!!

From The Latest Blindside Newsletter

CITY LIGHTS – Is Tomas upset?

INSIDE THE GREAT DEPRESSION
Track 8 – City Lights

Tomas
Apparently Lasse wrote the bass part...whatever...


Okay, maybe you had to read the whole article....

Please Don't...

"...when you gave back all our old letters and I was so scared that you were going to kill yourself or someone else..."

"...even when I said it I knew it was kind of a lie. Because I knew I could never, ever stop kissing you..."

I need that book back! Grr!

When I leave here, I'm going alone!

It's not like it hurts that much, anyway!

"You're Worship-able"

I pad up the front steps in the sunlight. With no make-up, sandals poking around gray-socked feet, and a day-old jeans-and-T-shirt combo, I look and feel so much more like a worshipper, not the Worshippee.

I sigh and half-smile, pull open the screen door as the breeze lifts my hair, recently shampooed and slept-on straight. The smirk in the sky pokes my heart with a grin, and I vow that it should be this pleasant in February every winter.

It's easier to not face the problem of this Funeral Service. But its thundercloud of worries is only lifted for a moment before it settles back down around me, unable to be budged, or even shoved just a little.

I step across the threshold and shut the door to my shadowy house. The dropped temperature makes me shiver.

I am a small, hard soul being flung alone into a churning, foreign universe of colors.

And I can feel it.

I can feel every second of it.

breathe.

Of Course You Do!

If you ever have one of those really loud, obnoxious, smiling-fakely-24/7 happy people that you can't get rid of, just take them over to my house. Why? Because my parents live here. And my parents can suck the life out of anyone in exactly 17 seconds.

Crystal can attest to this.

Don't you wish you had my parents?

I'm Back!

Non-damaged and non-grounded, but certainly not improved!

"My Thumb Instead Of An Onion"

Okay, so apparently Blogger somehow heard my inaudible cries [okay, complaints] about the too-long-ness of the comment word verification words. One time I had one that was 8 letters long! I was like, "Dude, I'm not a robot, calm down and let me comment on my own blog." Anyways! [I know that's not a word], I am happy to announce that in my recent Adventures In Comment-Land I have received several very short -a couple even just four letters!- words.

On another note entirely, apparently I really suck at getting my point across and am no good with words at all. =( Or maybe I have just been talking to especially dumb people lately. Either way, it frustrates me. Yes, I know I sound like the typical angry, semi-gothy, "No one understands me!" middle schooler [except that I'm not angry, semi-gothy, or in middle school]. Which is not what I meant at all. . .

Wow. This is gonna be one of those blogs that I re-read after I post it and go, "Wow. This is so disorganized and retarded and I hate it," isn't it? Yes, it is. Oh well. At least I can say I called it.

On another note entirely, Shane Schmaltz [yes, brother of Tess Schmaltz] is a nice boy. And not even in a "Yeah, nice. . . for a boy! Hahaha!" kind of way. He's a nice person. So, yeah, ::sends electro-hug to Shane::

Whoa. That sounded scary. Like, RAWR! ELECTROSHOCK!

Speaking of which, thumbs up:
........................................ to The Bell Jar second time around.

Thumbs up to it the first time around, too. But yes, either way, me and Juan pretty much <3 Sylvia Plath.

Keep My Cat. Kill The Rest.

Human males were pretty much the worst idea ever. Why couldn't God have just invented a big sperm bank, instead, to further the human race? Annihilate all the baby boys or at least put them in cages and breed/raise them in intensive boot-camp training so they grow up to act like real men? Men that are worth the title of actual "man"? Or maybe no, just all men suck, period, there are no "real men" because the real men are the worst of them all, there never was and there never will be a human male that is worth the air, food and money it costs to keep him alive. F*ck them all!!!

(This started out as an Away Message, but when it started getting long I decided to make it a blog instead. There you go. Rant of the day.)

I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys.

This Is Image-Galore...Past-Couple-Days

Quite a bit less serious this time. =P

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