The Rest Of My Thoughts

Honors Economics Presentation

Thu, 07 Dec 2006 17:37:01 GMT

Boredboredboreborebodboreobfebofeobu
school has not blocked this site yet... but no one goes on here... except..kelly...and sometimes kathy...and christina...when she's really really bored...
Yeah suppoesed to be working on econ...
picking a topic..enotions and passion... hmm..about econ....
screw it.

Resident Evil 4

Fri, 10 Nov 2006 05:29:43 GMT



"Resident Evil 4" on Google Video
Parady of the computer game, Resident Evil 4

When she woke up her mother was dead.

Tue, 31 Oct 2006 18:39:36 GMT

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
ahhh, i was caught
i'm not suppoesed to be on the computer....
but then when she caught me, she didn't say i couldn't go on...
hmmm...
i wonder what that means..
yay no mock trial today!!
ok, i'm scared i'm getting off.
supergirl
(i'll post a real entry soon)

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 21:47:28 GMT

Alright, Alright...i think i've said, 'this is a library' twenty times... i'm sitting in frotn of around thirty teenagers who don't shut up... and although i'd hate to call them teenagers because they act more like children....
argh
this sound stupid but i'm planning to make a parody... blame zeromancer... or whatever her user name is... if you must know, i'll talk... but not write on the internet.
Oh for whom the bell tolls...it tolls it tolls.
I'm worried about college, so anyone with any advice about applying... or just plan surviving, it would be helpful... or just words of good things...
They yells they yell.
For it tolls oh, it tolls.
yelling of tuna,
screaming with voice.
The bell of silence tolls,
but not for me...
argh
can't handle noise...
am saying things that don't make sense...
Supergirl

Welcome to Hell

Fri, 01 Sep 2006 17:43:11 GMT

Well, looks like we're back in school and i'm back at a school computer for at least one period a day. Ah, just like Freshman year, only the teacher i'm T.A.ing for doesn't know i'm using her computer for this. But welcome to one of the few sites that has nothing to do with school that hasn't been cut out. Myspace is almost like this site and they cut that one out.
My head really hurts..
Supergirl

The Little Blue Cow Jumped Over The Cheese

Wed, 22 Feb 2006 19:45:02 GMT

This mouse hates me...i say 'up' it goes left i say left it goes down... i'm angry...i'm not even sure it goes right... so i've decided instead of using the mouse i shall use my keys to take me everywhere... it's a little hard... i'm at the library for the third day in a row...
i saw this one girl from my english class...she's miss perfect... you know the type... 4.0..honors and AP classes... feeds the homeless... pays attenetion and is excited in class.. most likely get a 1400 and up on her SAT... (i don't remember if that's good but oh well..last time i checked it was)... Ivy league here she comes... and the amazing thing is she does this all and always has that happy perky smile and voice...
in other words...
she bothers me....
i saw her at the library..(oh course where else?)
to strike up a conversation and in hopes of seeing if she was actually human... we started talking about the project (big fucking project that's taking goddammn forever) and i told her that i'm only half done with the stuff that's due on Monday... (which isn't true..but hey, i share a fault... you share a fault...) she just something like 'oh that's too bad. i'm pretty much done... well at least you have another week.'
*shrug* maybe its my imagination... but i think she has an attitude that just screams i'm better than you.. (kindof like how kelly and i used to joke around about that...which was kindof stupid and i don't know why we did it..but hey something to do..)

in other news...hey kelly did you notice that when we stopped doing the whole competition thingy we didn't work as hard as we used to? or maybe it's just because high school really sucks... i'm beginning to think that we all need competition in order to make ourselves better... because at least this way you get results a lot sooner.... rather than years and years later thinking, 'aw damn it... i just speant all these years in school and all i got was a piece of paper...' yeah graduation here we come..right? my goal is to get a pretty piece of paper telling me i've done something with my life and that those years in school (with bad teachers and useless homework assignments ) weren't for nothing.... i'll walk away from school on my last day and most likely flip the school off or try to burn it down (depending on whats useful at the time)
it's just at school there are maybe 2-5 good teachers... (in other words teachers that teach you something rather then just giving you time-filling work to do... i'm lucky enough to have two teachers that are actually teaching me something (that isn't to say that my sixth period teacher isn't trying... i can't learn it because the way she teaches isn't how i learn... so that's my fault rather than hers) but my other teachers don't really care anymore... they just want to get things done... (oh when does it end!?) so in other words i'm taking five classes this semester (praise what ever high and mighty) (hey.. last year i took 8 classes i deserve a break) (and even then the five classes have some brain smacking hard classes in them) but in other words if i'm only learning for two classes why am i bothering with the rest? because the school requires that you go to 6 classes every semester (that's right i kindof broke the system..) so next year..i only need to take two classes but i'm going to take six... (we call the other four 'filler classes' also a mighty waste of time..) if you're wondering i only need to take econ/govt. and english viola.
so to finish off:
Thank you school for wasting my life.
Supergirl

If You Had To Make A Choice....

Thu, 12 Jan 2006 04:50:00 GMT

Would you die Happy?
Or
Live Poorly?
Because in the end aren't those the choices we're faced with?
There's a reason why death is called blissful and the final look of peace is so hard to understand.
Because in life there is no true bliss, there are hardships and trials.
Death is hard to understand because of the look of bliss.
Humans can't understand bliss because they have never had anything close to bilss.
Hence...It is impossible to understand death.
Supergirl

Guess who's back?!

Wed, 09 Nov 2005 05:00:22 GMT

Hi everyone -
I haven't posted in a while... Miss me?
This thing is so ancient... I'm surprised I remembered the password! :P
Well, nothing much has happened here.
I cut my hair, but that's not new to my friends.
I got with Zack again, and then I broke up with him again.
He asked my best friend out. So, now Jenny and I are now both pissed off at him.
I really like Tommy... but not the crush thing... just... I'm happy around him.
I'm not shy around him a'tall.
My godmother came down... that was fun. We all missed her.
That's about it...
Except I saw a friend whom I haven't seen since 7th or 8th grade...
I think I've been hurting his feelings... can't be helped... Sorry, John...

-Allye

Nevernore

Tue, 30 Aug 2005 05:18:19 GMT

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!

and for thoose of you who don't know..this is edgar allen poe, the raven
i really like it

For The First Time, Breathing In The Evil Of The Light

Tue, 30 Aug 2005 00:21:47 GMT

I HATE SCHOOL
AND IT HATES ME
SCHOOL IS THE 7TH LAYER OF HELL
AND IT SUCKS WHATEVER IT CAN DRY
IT TEACHES YOU NOTHING
AND YOU WALK AWAY WITH A PIECE OF PAPER
WHY MUST I BE PUT THROUGH THIS PAIN
OH THE PAIN OF STUPID STUPID SCHOOOL
WHY DOES GOD HATE ME?
wow i didn't mean for this to be all poetic and stuff...i'm just really really mad...and tired...oh so tired...
because of school i'm tired all of the time
since summer i've been forced to step out into the light of day and look upon the campus of my school and relize how much it sucks and how much i hate it and how much homework they give us and how tired i am....all the time...so much tiredness...all the time....i'm not going to die i will not give school the pleasure of defeating me...it's pretty up a damn good fight...
I HATE SCHOOOL
AND SCHOOL SUCKS
there you go
now fly my children burn down the school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i hate this place

Rock It Til You Drop It

Sat, 27 Aug 2005 23:53:35 GMT

I'm amazed when i find myself writing on the livejournal...i'm so used to myspace... it's nice to go back to something that i havn't written on for a year or two and it's interesting to see that my friends are still writing on the livejournal even though they have another some where else... i know the people that i don't want to read this won't because they don't think i write here anymore... so for thoose of you who hacn't seen me in awhile...hi, how are you? does your life suck too? that's amazing talk to everyone else... life sucks for them too....
people say that it's fun to work in a morgue...actually not really... the smell is awful. it's interesting and i get to wear cool scrubs but death is a much more serious subject then people let on... the modern age sees death as something cool and something interesting...or they mainly just fear it... Someone (i can't name who) said "i'm not afraid to die i just don't want to be there when it happens."
i held a conversation with a person the other day... he told me that he liked death, but he didn't like the act in dying. he liked the thought that you could come back from the dead...he liked vampires, zombies, and various other 'undead' has no one noticed that that doesn't happen? how many of you have heard of, or even read a story about strange bite wounds on the neck of a dead person. i think the very idea of the undead is an interesting subject. Being dead and taking pieces from others just to stay on this area of exsitence, or "alive." Vampires take blood, which makes sense, it's a major major life source of humans. zombies takes brains...that actually doesn't make too much sense... withces, wizards.. various other powerful people take the souls of the living...that makes sense...the soul holds power (sorry to tell all of you who sold your soul to me) it's interesting which might be why i've been reading baout them and i guess you could call it studying... and for thoose who actually want to be a vampire because you think it's 'sexy' how much are you willing to give up the sun, people in general, and food and drink. most of the people you talk to who want to be vampires are not actually willing to kill someone, people have interesting points of view and everything shoule be looked at... yay with this entire thing i've most likly missed the point and i now sound crazy yay!!!
from supergirl to you

The Last Galerian

Sat, 13 Aug 2005 05:33:24 GMT

Everything i've ever done mounts up to nothing.
People see me as i was, not as i am.
I only matter if i have something of theirs.
I want a fairy tale that will never happen.
and since no one reads this it doesn't matter either does it?
how important do all of you feel?
supergirl

...With Lime!

Sat, 05 Mar 2005 05:22:43 GMT

i just saw a man drive by with a woman in his car and he was screaming at her.
she was yelling, 'just let me out of the car'
'no no *cuse words* i can't'
'it's a red light why can't you?'
(they are both screaming this)
'*cuse, cuse more cuse.*'

Why do people do that?

SG

To Die Would Be An Awfully Big Adventure...

Fri, 04 Mar 2005 23:31:43 GMT

Every one wonders why someone suicides. Why did they do it? What drove them over the edge? Why didn't they want to live any more?
But i've always wanted to know their last thoughts before actually dying.
Do they think about their families? their 'friends'? or is it most like 'ha ha now you'll be sorry.
To kill yourself there has to be a lot of sadness and anger built up. this is some peoples way of finally resting.
It is human nature to want to live. So when someone kills them self, you have to wonder why. Maybe the last thought in their heads is, 'No, i don't want to die yet' but then it's to late and they are no longer part of the world. Feelings and emotions can cause the strangest things to happen, and sometimes the worst.
In the end we are all animals looking for a way to survie, and to pass on our genes. for someone to kill themselves, they no longer feel human, or even anything at all. To kill ones own self, they have to feel like nothing. like nothing matters anymore, and maybe to them nothing does.
The main thought in all animals is to live and when things are taken from a person and they no longer feel as if they are alive any more, they see a point in killing themselves.
Everyone always wonders why someone would kill themselves. No one understands because they havn't lost enough, or is in enough pain. Life hasn't stopped for them. When you don't feel alive anymore, what's a life to you? what is your own?
We were given life for a purpose. When have you found out that you have failed your purpose in life? If you don't have a purpose, is there really life?
TTFN
From supergirl to you

And The Beat Goes On...

Fri, 04 Mar 2005 01:20:04 GMT

I wonder what keeps people going through out the day.
Everyone has something that keeps them living...if only through the day.
it could be family, friends, the thought of going home, or simply day dreaming.
every person is different, it's interesting to see how.
SG

It's Like The Sun And Moon...It Keeps Going, Right?

Fri, 25 Feb 2005 17:49:24 GMT

Why did i think i was going to go anywhere this week? like always i havn't left the city and i'm stuck here doing my homework...but in truth that's not the thing that's really bugging me...you see i don't deal with death well...and someone i have known seen i was pretty much born might die today...i'm not good at dealing with death...i've always acted like nothing has happened...it's not really refusal to accept the truth. because i know that people are dead...but i still live my life any ways...maybe i'm just not one to dwell...but that person is having problems bretahing...he's on life support and in a coma...they're saying that he may never come out of the coma so they are asking the wife if they should 'pull the plug' my dad says they're going to do it today...i havn't seen him in 1 and a half years...but i used to see him everyday before he moved...he has two sons...they are both the same age as my sister and me...we were pretty much the best of friends like my dad and their dad were before us....
i don't know any more
TTFN SG

i've been having these weird thoughts lately, like is any of this real or not?

Sat, 05 Feb 2005 01:11:45 GMT

They tell you, you get to open the door and then you never do...or at least in this part..
i do not want to go to the mock trial thing on saturday...i don't see why i should bother...i'd just be working by myself any ways...there is no reason for me to go...Sure adam might work with me...but most of the stuff i can do on my own...and will end up doing on my own because adam likes to talk to david and folk... and i will not get any work done...yet megan insisted that i go...gr...i'm not going...
'You take the power of the warrior
and you give up the power of the gaurdian
is this the form you choose?'
Disney has so many morals...speaking of...i really want Mulan 2 even if it will probably be bad...
over and out...i have to go to a san jose high reunion with my dad...even though i go to Lincoln...and sj is our rival...i think i'll bare it...
TTFN From supergirl to you

Too Much Of A Good Thing Can Be Wonderful.

Sun, 30 Jan 2005 15:29:07 GMT

I'm a little tired...but hey i get 10 hours of CS hours and i get to go on the internet that has DSL...very cool. but i'm at my dads work...(San Mateao Mogue) and he starts work at 6 am so i had to wake up at 5 because it takes me about 15 minutes to get ready (that is if i don't have much to do..and why would i want to look nice to go the mogue...i still look better then most of the people here...actually considering there's only me, my dad and a bunch of other people(as people i mean the people in the freazer) here there's not much to choose from) let's see i've been here for a while with nothing to do... read a book for a while...drew some pictures...ate...i think i'll watch a movie later...(yay DVD player, of course i have to let it charge...(it's one of thoose small ones...)) i'm almost done with my book and i actually want to know what happens and then i can start one of the other five books i brought...well i hope you are all having fun sleeping which must be what you are doing now...wow i've only been here for an hour and a half...
ok on to S&S..(which was last night) everything was so good and beautiful (looking and sounding) except for Intermezzo...the hell of a class i'm stuck with being in..(you all know the story) well all the songs were out of tune...and one was very off tempo...each little section had it's own... and i arrived at 6pm because she said "if you aren't there on time..i'll dock you 10 pts every 5 minutes your late!" yeah whatever she wasn't even there at 6pm...well she was but she wasn't there to make sure...then i waited until 7:30 i played til 7:50 and waited around intil 10:00pm where i halped clean up until 10:40pm and then i finally got to go home...to what out of about 4 and a half hours i did maybe an hour of work... it really wasn't worth it...
i'm sad i cant download games on here...i wonder if i can watch foamy on here...it has DSl but will the guards on the computer let me...there's only one way to find out...
TTFN
From supergirl to you

Sat, 29 Jan 2005 05:43:53 GMT

i worked out things in my head and then i just kept ripping them up...none of the felt right to say. So i shorted everything into a tiny little thing:
Everyone wants too much from me.
SG

The Time Will Come When You Will Know Of My True Problems But That Time Is Very Far From Now.

Fri, 21 Jan 2005 02:55:02 GMT

They say the best thing you can do to make your self feel better is to just sit and write...just to write whatever is bothering you and give no thought to anything else.
TTFN Supergirl

(none)

Thu, 20 Jan 2005 22:14:57 GMT

Hi!
I'm at the MediaCenter now and got bored. Excuse the misspelling or grammar mistakes. This keyboard sucks. This weekendIspent about18 hours with Zack and still counting. We have plans for this weekend. No! We're not togeter! Bite me!!! He's turning into a really good friend, like a best friend.
I hate mistaken identity because I'vebeen mistaken for two people andI hate it. I supposedly have a 3-day truancy and now I had brunch clean-up. It wasannoying
Have to go now
Bye
-Allye

Man, I Feel Like A Woman...Or The Way They Sing It In History Class, 'Man, I Feel Like A German.'

Mon, 10 Jan 2005 23:28:31 GMT

I LOVE getting out of school early...no mock trial so it was either stay for 3 hours at school til my mom gets off work or get a ride from Cinderella... guess which one i picked...i feel so happy and free...i guess it's because i didn't go to mock trial...the class i hate so much...I'm off to go check out my books...i know what i'll be doing for awhile...
TTFN From supergirl to you

It's Just Like Timmy Said..."Merry Christmas To One And All A Good Night."

Sun, 26 Dec 2004 00:25:24 GMT

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!
AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!!
TTFN From supergirl to you

This Is Just For The Girls...

Tue, 21 Dec 2004 04:27:33 GMT

I"m doing a project that is hard to explain but if the girls could answer these questions that would be helpful...
What is one things that guys do that make you really mad?
Have you ever had a boyfriend?
If so when and how many?
When we you and your boyfriend offically together?
Was there ever something you said that a guy didn't understand? What?
How many different types of guys can you name?
When do guys/men really mature? (mentally)
What is the best thing that your boyfriend can give you for christmas/your birthday?
What is the best thing a guy friend can give you for christmas/your birthday?
What is the most important thing a guy has to have for you to consider him as a boyfriend?
Do you know if anyone likes you? (what number?)
What is the most important thing about a guys looks?
What is the worst insult you ever got from a guy?
thank you if you answered the questions...long story but you can guess what my project is about...and no if anyone has to know this has nothing to with personal problems this is actually just a project...which is kindof sad...long story..tell you when i fail or suceed.
TTFN SG

What Random Thing I Thought When I Looked Out The Window...

Sat, 18 Dec 2004 05:25:23 GMT

Walking through the streets at night, she felt that something was coming. She could feel it, she saw the shadows move around ever so often and ever so slightly that only she seemed to see the change. Whatever it was she was ready for it. Darting her head around she felt a chill up the back of her neck. The hairs were standing straight up and the beating of her heart grew faster. She was walking under the highway and the clicking of her shoes bounced off the walls and came back to her as she started to hear another set of footsteps. These foot steps were faster then hers and louder. For fear of being caught she walked faster but no matter her speed the footsteps were still faster, louder and closer. Breaking into a run she ran along the sidewalk beating the ground with her heels as fast as she could. Her heart was going to brust but she would die if she didn't keep running. She ran block after block and eventally stopped. Breathing hard she turned around and there he was the thing she had been running from.

You don't have to like it...it was just something that came into my head when staring out the window.
TTFN SG