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Post by WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER on Jul 16, 2010 22:36:26 GMT -5
I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHTCRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. There were so many more forms of how the world was created. It was obvious that science could never explain the means of how the earth actually got to the place it was, or the matter of the rest of the universe. There was so much beyond the earth that has never been discovered, that could answer everything that scientists were looking for. Maybe there were astronauts that had “disappeared” into the abyss of space and found themselves a place similar to earth but different in its own type of severity. Too many questions were left unanswered and it seemed like people relied one whatever the world threw at them. Once a form of bible was published, some people would read or hear about it and then start living their lives with close association to it. It worked the same with science, where once you heard something from the text book, and teachers ranted over these theories, it seemed to make more and more sense when really, nothing out of it made sense at all. Wren actually had no certain religion. He had always been raised to be Christian and believed in the bible, after all that had always been what he knew best. Unfortunately, he also knew that there were certain things in that religion that confused and contradicted itself, so he had never actually gone into depth with religion. If people would ask him he would say plainly, Christian, but he would never make too much of a fuss over it.
Different theories were bumping around about everything, how the world started and was created and even more recently how it was all going to end. Now that Wren was dead, there was little point in questioning the activities that would take place when the world has ended. His life was already gone, and if the world did randomly self destruct to a point, well then he would just be a ghost living in the rubbish of nothing. For him now it wouldn’t matter, thought he did have some interests on it. He was well aware that the past ancients had predicted the days where the world would come to its end. He had researched things about twenty-twelve and how it has something to do with the alignment of the planets and everything would go completely out of orientation. It was predicted by so many ancients from the Mayan to the Egyptians, written in their coded words. The Mayan calendar was probably one of the more infamous ways of knowing about this great change. That was what it was meant to be. This 2012 era didn’t have to be about the destruction of the world, it was also predicted to be a new beginning for the world, a new era, because the ancients couldn’t see past it. Of course, all of this was just a theory and something that Wren had read about, he wasn’t sure whether or not it was safe to believe.
I guess we will just wait and see?
It wasn’t as awkward as so many people made it seem. People always made a big deal about men going into the girls washrooms or girls going in to the men’s washrooms, but Wren didn’t really care. There were stalls to isolate people from being seen doing anything in public, so what would it matter if Wren was just right by the sink, or such? He was just there to be patient with the girl and see what was wrong. It was slightly out of character for him, considering he would always run away from people and their emotions, but for once he felt like there was something he could do about it. He laughed a little bit to himself when the girl spoke, as if that was actually the first thing on her mind after she ran away. He took in some air and sighed and spoke calmly, “Does it really matter right now? Honestly...? It’s not like you can even see me.” He waited a little bit longer before saying anything more. But he realized he still had more to say, even thought it was very unlike him to put himself in this situation, “[colo=58b780]Look, when someone goes running out of a movie like that, I know its not because of the movie being too scary and that there was probably a little bit more to the tears in your eyes, heck I should know because I’ve been sitting here listening to your sobs.
[/color]” He sighed feeling a little bit of anger rise in him. That was usually why he didn’t talk to anyone emotional, but he needed to bring himself down a level. “ If it makes a different, I’m dead, so no one can see me.” LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson COUNT//: 793 NOTES//: there's a storm / tornado coming! RUN![/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by amelia on Jul 17, 2010 11:13:47 GMT -5
Every night I go sneaking out the door I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless
Amelia had no idea what to believe lately ever since she came to this life. Science and religion were completely out of it. Sure religion had said there would be some kind of afterlife, one where people went to heaven and one where people wet to hell, but did religion say anything about this afterlife? Where people just walked around like ghosts and began to get upset and sorry for them? Religion did not say anything about this life, and it was hard to live like this. No one knew that there was this after you died no one. If they did, what would they have done? They wouldn’t have been able to prepare themselves for anything in this life could they? It was just similar to real life that was why. Scientists only believed in evidence mainly and theories and no one had come up with the idea of having a life like this, so science was out of the way. Amelia didn’t find any of this to make sense at all, how did this afterlife come to be? How could there be some kind of veil between the living and the…dead living. How did the Shinigami just pull them out of going up to God or whatever hey were supposed to go to? How ever he did it, Amelia had to give credit to the Shinigami for not getting caught yet. He must have a very intelligent mind to grab people and put them into his little creation. Sometimes Amelia wondered if the Shinigami got them here just for amusement. It definitely seemed like it. When recent ghosts began to cry and scream at the Shinigami, you would look at him and it almost always seemed like he was smirking at what he was seeing; it was scary being with the guy. Was the Shinigami a fallen angel or something? Is that why he was taking people, for revenge? Who knew the answer to this at all, apart from the Shinigami himself?
Even though she really didn’t mind Wren-the guy coming into the toilet, she just didn’t want him to ask her questions about why she was crying. That was why she had just asked him why he was in the toilet. She wanted the conversation to steer another way, she didn’t want him to say anything to her. Now normally, Amelia wasn’t really an emotional person, but just remembering her family, brought tears to her eyes, but trust me this was like only the first time. Maybe it was because she rarely communicated with anyone in this life, because she was scared. She never rally met a guy who would deal with a crying girl, normally guys left that stuff for another girl to deal with, but he came after her, which she found to be sweet; even though he didn’t seem like the sweet type at all. It was true what he had said to her; she couldn’t really see him at all could she? She wiped her eyes and sniffled a little as he carried onto speak to her, she felt guilty for some reason. She didn’t want him to get angry, even though she could hear the anger rising in his voice. She was scared that he was going to do something to her; it was as if she was going to get hurt all over again and she didn’t want that, at least not in this life. “I’m sorry.” Amelia wiped her eyes once more, and unlocked the door slowly and stepped out of the stall that she was in. She smiled softly at his last sentence and looked down, “Amelia. Yes, I did lie to you moments ago, sorry.” She answered all his questions softly, and looked up and gave him a small smile. She should get things on track now.
TAGGED// WREN WORDS// 639 LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO NOTES// YES RUUUN! HOW DID YOU SURVIVE?
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Post by WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER on Jul 17, 2010 17:41:09 GMT -5
I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHTCRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. Death was one of the most interesting phenomena’s to ever happen on the earth. So many questions were brought; so many different things were put into place with it. Visually, it seemed that one a person died they were lifeless and their body in its entirety stopped working. It was most interesting to think that the body’s system couldn’t run forever, sooner or later it deteriorated and turned into nothingness. But why did this happen? What explained everything for death and the afterlife of death? Certainly, is there not a spirit within us all? If we were all just another working living organism, than who was to say there would be less to us. If we were to rip our skin off during a fatal wound, would we be able to actually see our life slip away from us? Would we be able to see the spirit draining from our bodies? These seemed gruesome and scary, really. There were so many violent actions that could be taken to find out the directions of death. It had always been something that Wren was most interested in especially during his times in the past where he had seen and heard of death all around him. So many natural disasters made him seriously consider what there was to death and everything about it. All these thoughts made him seriously sit down and think about himself and his life. It was profound really, and terrifying. Day after day he would think about it, and it consumed him during school as well. For his English essays he would start exploring the depths of death in novels and in religion. Eventually it had come into his final essay that he needed to hand in for college purposes, right at the beginning of autumn where he made his final decision that he was not afraid of death.
And now looked where he was. For this afterlife, really, he had no reason to be scared of death. This place is exactly the same as the real world with some new limitations and some new added bonuses. Of course not all people were very pleased with the way that the afterlife seemed to be, but Wren was quite enthusiastic about it at times, it was something fresh for his life instead of living with the hicks of before. Of course there were still a few lazy cowboys hanging around, but it wasn’t like Wren needed to interact with them as often as he did when he was alive. Things were pretty good in the afterlife... at least for him.
Wren didn’t deal with anything. Ever. It didn’t matter what the situation was he just preferred to keep to himself. He didn’t even manage his own drama. He shrugged everything off like it was nothing and based himself soulfully on being a happy type of person instead of saying, thinking or doing anything that would jeopardise his moments of happiness. He honestly didn’t care if other people were sad, as long as he was happy, it was something selfish of him but he just didn’t want to deal with the drama and the screaming and the irritating sounds and voices, it was just gross for his ears. He lightly tapped his head against the wall behind him. He didn’t really feel like pounding it in the wall, mostly because it might seem odd that all of a sudden there might be a whole in the wall and if someone walked in that’d just be a no-no. The other reason was because he didn’t feel like freaking out this other girl. Too him, she was obviously very sensitive about something and making loud noises would only instigate it further. He was only half listening when she said sorry. Never had the word really meant much to him. Once upon a time, maybe when he was five, it meant something more because an apology was precious, but it seemed like the word was thrown around so much these days that it didn’t even matter. He closed his eyes until he heard the light sound of an opening door, that being the stall that the girl was coming from. His eyes popped open and watched her carefully just to see how she was reacting with her surroundings. Her words were so simple as if she needed to respond to every detail that he spoke, and he wasn’t even sure what to think of it now. Whatever. His legs flung over the counter and he stepped down, facing her. “So, do you think you are decent now, or what?”
LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson COUNT//: 765 NOTES//: the storm blew right over us and into Saskatchewan. Wow.
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Post by amelia on Jul 17, 2010 18:24:09 GMT -5
Every night I go sneaking out the door I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless
School was difficult for Amelia, because she had been homeschooled for nearly her entire life, she had no idea how a regular school worked. Being homeschooled wasn’t really that different than normal school, she had researched upon being homeschooled once; this was because her family’s idea of homeschooling was her parents telling her the stories about the past, how the sixties were, and all those kinds of things. She had to admit, being homeschooled by her parents was much better than going to real school; real life and real school was just really harsh. At least when she was homeschooled, Amelia didn’t have to worry about fitting in with anyone else. She didn’t have to worry about not paying attention; she didn’t even need to pay attention. She didn’t have to worry about where she would sit during lunchtimes and breaks, for her, being homeschooled was so much better than going to regular school. She really resented her grandmother for butting her nose into her family’s private life, but her grandmother was her grandmother and so she could do nothing about it. Even her parents could not do anything about it. Her and her brother had the worst possible experience in going to school than any other children, she would think. As soon as she entered the school, Amelia told herself that she would never go to college. As soon as she entered the school, she and her brother were made of fun of. She had been wearing one of her brothers flower printed trousers because she didn’t want to show her legs on the first day of school and her brother was wearing his normal attire. She was wearing a flower on her head and her brother was wearing circle, double lenses sunglasses. They had entered the school just like that, and everyone began to laugh, they were pointing at them and some people even pushed past them, pushing them to the floor and ripping some of their clothes’ aswell.
The first day was filled with ridicule and humiliation and all the days after that were the same. That was why Amelia had always told herself that when she grew up she wouldn’t go to school anymore, she wouldn’t go to college or do anything. She’d just live with her family and carry on her life the way it was supposed to be. Her parents supported her all the way, and tried to get Amelia and her brother, Ash, out of school but her grandmother insisted that they would learn valuable life lessons. What kind of life lessons? Amelia had thought. How to be cruel to people on their first day of school? To ridicule people who were different to everyone else? How to act all tough when you’re actually not? The only great thing about school was the music lessons, that was where Amelia felt the most peaceful. She didn’t care what people did to her there or said to her, she knew she had a good voice and she wasn’t afraid in those lessons. She would belt out choruses and use every breath within her to deliver a perfect performance every time she sang. Singing and music was definitely the only thing that helped her get through those horrible school years.
She had no idea what to think of this Wren character, he seemed polite and charming but for how long would he remain this way? Did he have some ulterior motive against her? Was he someone that knew her when she was living? Did he already hate her? She had no idea what to think about this, but she knew she had to remain calm. Maybe he wasn’t going to do something bad to her, maybe he was just trying to act like a friend towards her? Yeah; maybe he was. She wasn’t really that sensitive, ever, she was sensitive right now because she was missing her family, but that would soon pass. She had no idea why the guy ran after her, but she was not going to ask, maybe she should just let everything take its course and she should flow along with it. She didn’t really want to look at the guy after her sudden outburst filled with tears and sobs, but she was going to have to. He was already out there waiting for her. She could feel his gaze on him which made her feel very uncomfortable, but she carried on walking, he was just staring and nothing more. But what if he was going to hurt her, after all no one could really see them, could they? She gave a little sigh and smiled at him before she spoke. “Yes, I’m decent now, thanks.” Amelia smiled at him, and made a move towards the door of the bathroom. She wanted to get out of here now.
TAGGED// WREN WORDS// 806 LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO NOTES// OH WOW, YOU GOT LUCKY! BUT ISN'T SASKATCHEWAN [SP?] WHERE JUAN LIVES?
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Post by WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER on Jul 17, 2010 22:50:31 GMT -5
I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHTCRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. It was just a typical form of knowledge: kids are cruel. For some reason, along the line of children growing up they began to get this horrible sense of pointing out faults and hurting people. When they were children, they all got to know each other in kindergarten on peaceful terms. Especially in the smaller towns, they started to form their own forms of tight-knit groups that they didn’t want to change. Change was too much of a harsh thing for them to go through. Experiencing out of their comfort zones just made them feel... well, uncomfortable. As soon as someone new came into the school, they refused to take a piece of this new person. Mostly, that person would have to learn to venture with themselves and themselves only. You had to be well known by a group of people to even be considered part of their silly, pointless clique. Eventually, sure it would be easier to make friends in the place because people would think to themselves if this person is actually here to stay they might as well fit them in somewhere. It was sad because this drove away so many people from a community that was already so small. At other times, when people decided to live through the ridicule, they were actually some of the most amazing, brilliant people but no one else would see that until they stepped out of their circle and talked to the person. Someone had to miss out just because of another person being difficult. It was so sad.
That was one thing that was so different about Wren. In a way he had been a loner throughout school, but he had lots of friends. Most of them were girls and a few guys that he was able to deal with and just hang out with to have a good time. The difference for him, though, was that he didn’t stay in one little group. He was friends with everyone from all over and it didn’t matter where he went there would always be someone to say hello to him. If only people could’ve been so open minded towards everything, then they would be able to see more than their own little precious needs and insecurities. Change wasn’t a bad thing, neither was being different. If anything these two things made up a key factor of life, made everything run the way it should.
So many times Wren had been accused of different things. At the worst people thought of him as someone that was going to go out and try to destroy a girl’s life, but if those people actually ever talked to the girls that he dated they would say he was a great friend just a horrible listener. There was a difference between the two and people were well aware of that. There was maybe one incident in his life where people might find approaching him a little scary, but either than that there was no real reason for people to be afraid of him or angry at him. He was just living life as he please, trying to keep the world around him happy. Really, there was nothing wrong with that, it was just living life to the fullest, with maybe a few people bruising up, but now he was in the afterlife so what he was his damage now, really? Now that the girl was decent Wren wasn’t really sure what to do. Part of him was ridiculously pleased that he didn’t walk in and have to listen to an emotional, pointless sob story. Wren might have felt slightly bad if she went on a rampage about it and then all he said afterwards would be “oh, that is interesting, I guess it is time to get over it now”. Finally there would be a girl out there that would get upset, and then drop it after a short while. It seemed that people always wanted to be all hung up on themselves, always having to feel grief for themselves as if the entire world revolved around them. He sighed, quite satisfied with all this now and smiled slightly as Amelia was starting to walk for the door. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going to happen after this. Was this girl going to just leave the theatre in general, or was she just going back to the movie. By now it was probably over and not even Wren really knew what he would do if this girl just left. He heard the door open, and finally started walking after her. “You aren’t going to tell me that you are going back to the movie, are you?” He asked her, somewhat politely and somewhat with ridicule. He didn’t actually expect her to go back, really, but he was wondering because just honest to God didn’t want to be bored right then.
LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson COUNT//: 816 NOTES//: yup, I was on the phone with him and he saw the funnel clouds.
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Post by amelia on Jul 19, 2010 11:02:01 GMT -5
Every night I go sneaking out the door I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless
Kids were cruel, people were cruel, and the word cruel never really came to her mind when thinking of people. She could never really understand as to why people were cruel at all; it wasn’t as if they got anything out of it, or did they? Well, Amelia didn’t know what they got out of it, but they must have if they liked to be cruel to others. She knew that her and her brother arriving into school would change a lot of things. People were probably scared that she and her brother would change the cliques at school that they would change the hierarchy and make people think differently. The thought hadn’t even gone through their heads; their only thoughts were to get in safely and to get back out again. They didn’t want to upset the balance in high school, that wasn’t their intention at all, but the changes that Amelia and her brother brought with them, made people think that this was what they were after. Amelia and her brother never fit in anywhere, no matter what they did. Once they tried talking just like how the other children spoke, it was awkward and uncomfortable for the both of them and the other kids laughed. They had no idea what they were doing wrong, but it seemed as if the other kids wanted them to carry on this charade of being somebody else, and because Amelia and her brother did not know what was going on, they carried on with an accent for a few more days, before they actually realised what was happening.
She had no idea that people her age would be so cruel, she didn’t really care if they were cruel to her since she knew how to back herself up. But they were cruel to her brother and that didn’t work out with her. Her brother was always a soft boy, he was someone who was a true romantic and was just really soft in the head, and that was why people liked him a lot. Well some people did, others thought that he was only nice to gain something. She sometimes had no idea why people were so judgemental all the time, it was harsh and made people feel isolated. The kids in her high school made her rethink of her ways of a pacifist; they made her angry, and changed the ways of how she lived. That was why she didn’t like that many people. The main person she hated, yes hated, was the guy who hurt her the first time. He was in her English class, he was cute, yes those were the worst ones, but she couldn’t help it. He told her he loved her, love, something so important to her and she believed him like a fool. She hated remembering that night, but it wasn’t her fault, it just stuck to her. Seeing Wren made her remember that night for some reason; he seemed exactly like the boy. But Wren was sweet, he was nice to her, but could she trust him? That question went through her head as she opened the door of the stall she was in. She rolled her eyes at his question playfully, so as to not offend him and said, “Of course I’m not going back to the movie, it’s over anyway. I can’t believe I wasted two hours watching that. It wasn’t even that good.” Amelia smiled at him and exited the bathroom, bumping into lots of people who were already beginning to queue up for the bathrooms. She side stepped them all, and stood against the wall, waiting to see if Wren would come out.
TAGGED// WREN WORDS// 614 LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO NOTES// AWWW, WHAT ARE FUNNEL CLOUDS? I'M SORRY, THE WORST POST EVER I KNOW. I SUCK.
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Post by WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER on Jul 21, 2010 16:41:55 GMT -5
I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHTCRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. Somewhere between Elementary school and High school there was a dramatic change that took place inside the kids. Middle school was the worst place to get caught up in everything. This is where puberty and high jinks occurred simultaneously. The nerves of every kid were at its highest point where they felt like they needed to be on top of everyone else’s business as a way to fulfill a void inside of them. Everything became completely awkward at this stage in life as a way to develop between a child and a teenager. People wanted to be more mature, or were expected to gain more maturity through this phase and a lot more responsibilities were put on a person. It was no longer necessary for a child to be babied by their parents, but rather they were supposed to make their own mistakes and opportunities. So many people awkwardly bumbled along until they felt that they were going to fit somewhere, and meld their way with this crowd through High school. Even then, at the beginning of high school, everything seems the same and classy with what it was with your old friends, but as you find yourself lost in different classes as your old friend’s things seen to change drastically. There were certain places around the world that had different structures with how school works and corresponds with each other, but a lot of the social structures ended up the same. New friends were made and old friends drifted apart. You learn to love or hate yourself even more than you ever have before and slowly the eyes that you saw everything through seem to have a different sight for what they want for themselves. Was Wren ever a victim of all this? Certainly there was part of him that was a victim of all this. When he was younger he was a lot different from the boy he had grown up to be. He used to be shy and maybe a little awkward, scared of confronting people because he swore that they were going to hurt him in some sort of way, whether it was just from the look they gave him. Once he got into the Middle School type of field, he was still slightly awkward and wandered around school, carrying his back pack everywhere since it was very likely that his books could get stolen from him. It was rare that people would actually poke fun at him, or taunt him considering he was a good athlete for their small school teams and he was still smart in all of his classes, but occasionally it would happen. Eventually he learned to be slightly more outgoing when students would approach him all the time. In a way all these kids talking to him was what made him more socially acceptable by lots of students and by the time that High school rolled around he was fairly well known, especially since puberty treated him well and he grew to be a decently handsome man. He had always thought that his school experience was what build him up to this point, though he was sure there was far more too it all, but Wren had always been content just by the way he lived his life, wanting to be happy instead of focusing on anything negative that could bring him down. Wren was somewhat proud of this girl that he had just met. At least she had a sense of humour towards everything that she endured... even if he wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened. As girls started walking through the bathroom, Wren found himself shuffling through them, feeling the hot-and-cold mix that occurred once his body moved through a living person. He was well aware that there were some people that looked back at him as if they could also feel a spirit in the room, but no matter what they would never be able to see him, unless there were some people trying too hard to be alive when they were actually dead. He reached the frame of the door without looking back at the woman finding their way to the stalls or to the mirror. He had never really been as fascinated by what girls do in the girls room like other guys seemed to be... or pretended to be. He turned his head slightly looking for this girl and awkwardly placed her name on his tongue. “ Amelia?” He called out to the movie theatre until he saw a faded flash of blond. He walked over to where he was sure she was and stood next to her against the wall. He took in a pointless breath of air and looked up at the ceiling. “ Anything you plan on doing now?” LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson COUNT//: 796 NOTES//: I take it you aren’t too familiar with Tornados? Funnel clouds a re the foundation where the tornado starts to form. If you see a funnel-shaped cloud in the sky there is a chance it could touch down on the earth and become a tornado.
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Post by amelia on Jul 23, 2010 9:17:57 GMT -5
Every night I go sneaking out the door I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless
When Amelia was younger she was much more outgoing that she was now. Normally people were either outgoing all the time, shy first or then outgoing or just shy all the time. It was a bit rare, well people always said this to her, that someone would go from outgoing to shy in a few years; it was as if things were happening in reverse with her. She was an odd child, as people always said, but she never thought it. Sure she was a late bloomer and what not; puberty was something that she had never really prepared for. Her mother had not given her any tips on what she should do when things began to change in her. These changes happened in every teenager, changing their voices, the way they think as well as increasing their hormone levels. Hormone levels changed everything. Increased hormone levels in high school changed everything; there were so many things that happened. Fights, loves, break ups, hook ups, and so many other dramatic things would happen. People would always go with what they felt. It was hard being in high school, every child always put up an act, you had to; otherwise how could you survive in a jungle like that? Some people made themselves mature, acting older than their real age and probably pissing off people later because of what they say and do. These people were mainly called nerds or something along the lines of that; Amelia never really understood the different cliques in high school, it seemed as if most people in different cliques were actually similar to each other. It was just that the children never actually saw it, they were oblivious to the similarities they had to the other children in other cliques. It seemed as if socialising with another person of another cliques made you lesser than what you actually were; which in Amelia’s eyes was stupid.
Amelia didn’t dwell on the past, she realised that it was no good and had decided to leave it all. Putting herself back into the past made her miserable, she didn’t like being miserable. She liked being an optimistic person and not a pessimistic person; it was much better this way. Dwelling in the past made you a boring person and you were always known as the stick in the mud because of that. It was much better to carry on with life, meet new people and have loads of fun; this was something that most people in this life didn’t understand. The bathroom began to fill up with girls; Amelia never found the obsession with the bathroom. She used to hide in the girls’ bathroom in school and all they did was put on make up, talk about who they hooked up with and gossiped about everybody else. Sometimes one or two secrets were told in the bathroom too, but mainly the secrets were left to texts and all those IM messenger things. It was a bit funny how people kept on looking back when Amelia passed them, but Amelia felt sorry for them because some people believed in ghosts a lot, they were like fanatics and her walking through them could make them go crazy, but oh well. It felt weird to go through people, the feelings were weird. A whole would appear, in her whenever she passed through a person, it looked weird but funny as well; anyone would have laughed if there was a hole in you stomach and you could see through it. She heard her name being called by Wren, and she looked around for him, staying in place but moving her head around. “Err, not really. All I do is just walk around. There’s not much to do around here. What about you? You going anywhere?”
TAGGED// WREN WORDS// 633 LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO NOTES// YEAH I DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT TORNADOES...WOW, THAT SOUNDS KOOL PLUS SCARY.
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Post by WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER on Jul 24, 2010 19:50:48 GMT -5
I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHTCRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. When the youth is so easily available, little children don’t think about how lucky they are to be that young and to be able to do what they want. Everything is taken for granted and the times are never respected until they are older and reminisce about their innocent past. Parents baby their children for the longest time before these small kids grow up and start learning education and different responsibilities. Sure, even then the parents are still very protective over the children, but there was more to that childhood. Everything was completely simple for that child. They didn’t have to deal with the negativities that the world had planted in its soil. Everything came easy to a child and usually they were ambitious to their own great standards. Children were always so fired up to do something and play and just have fun, making the best of everything they have. So many things in a child’s eyes seem to be an adventure even when it was something so simple like climbing across the monkey bars, or flipping pancakes with their parents. The world was a sanctuary and beautiful and so many people could feed off of the energy that was radiating from the child’s skin. Wren easily remembered all the times he had been adventurous inside his own home, or sat underneath the old crab apple tree, pretending he was living in Barney’s house. He may have been shy around every other person that came along, but when it came to all the sentimental family sorts of things he was flamboyant and bright and shinning. He may have not been so childishly imaginative now, but he still held on to those pieces of his childhood as best he could.
It seemed that puberty hit guys in voice-crackling ways. Usually it was one of the most embarrassing things to go through especially from all the face-creams and the acne that followed. For everyone it was just an awkward, embarrassing time except for the few that got through looking very spiffy. Wren was one of the lucky few that went through puberty without really having much time with the awkward part. He never paid much attention to all that hype about it and just went with it. Lots of people seemed to admire him for that. Wren always imagined it was because instead of being dorky about everything he was actually confident in himself, and it radiated a natural beauty inside of him. That was what he always liked in girls, was when they were more natural and did as they wanted to not to how the world wanted them to be.
As Wren waited to allow Amelia to answer he quietly kept to himself. When she asked him what he did he couldn’t help but chuckle a little, mostly because he was probably boring compared to other people. He never did anything too special, mostly just roamed around the town for the sake of roaming about. He smiled slightly and brought more attention back to her. “Well, I never do too much that is special, especially not right now or else I wouldn’t be here, but I am sure there is something to do around this building, feel like going on an adventure or anything?” He asked, slightly playfully. It wasn’t like he was ten or anything, always wanting to make-believe and goof off and such, but he did enjoy searching for new things. That was one of the reasons that his aimless wandering had always made him content, because somewhere he would find something that was actually very interesting and he actually considered them for his attention. He looked around the building, from the plain redish-brown carpet to the fake wood-framed doors. There were actually a decent amount of people walking about the place for a town that was so small. He smiled slightly and thought of what it would be like to work behind the concession counters, slowly something started to form inside his head.
LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson COUNT//: 667 NOTES//: Yeah, I know I definitely have mixed emotions about it. ; sorry for the lame post, I wanted to work on Jaesey.
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Post by amelia on Jul 25, 2010 10:45:35 GMT -5
Every night I go sneaking out the door I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless
Amelia missed her childhood, the way she never had to worry about anything. One of the memories that she would remember the most was when she had fallen down the big hill next to her family caravan. She was playing with her brother, running around the place and playing tag. It was a fun game for her; it was fun to catch her brother. He would grab her and then blow onto her stomach, tickling her and making her laugh. She tripped at the top of the hill and rolled down, it was fun because it made her feel dizzy but she scratched her leg in the process. Her blonde hair had gotten weeds and mud into it. She was extremely dirty by the end of the roll and she was both crying and laughing. Laughing because that was the most fun she had, but crying because she had hurt herself. Her brother had come rushing down the hill, falling nearly in the process as well, but he had come to help her. She loved her brother, he was such a sweet, gentle guy and he hated seeing her hurt. He had carried her up the hill again, and took her to her bedroom. To make her laugh again he blew on her stomach and made her giggle so much that she had begun to hyperventilate. Her brother was the sweetest boy ever and she had no idea why people hated him. When she was young she hadn’t cared about anything in the world. She only cared about herself, her family and having fun as the little child she was. The world seemed so beautiful and innocent back then; she never understood how life would go on. Her family would make everything seem beautiful and pretty, because this was how their life was. There were no rules or regulations in their family, they were allowed to do anything they wanted to do and there were no problems with that; apart from the people around them that was.
Amelia did not know what to do in this life. For the past few years of her death all she had done was walk around the place, meditate in the whispering woods, and just walk about again. There was not much in this life, everything was boring, and especially because she could not make friends with people. It was hard to trust anybody in this life, but for some reason Wren was very easy to talk to. She raised one of her eyebrows at him as he chuckled at her question. She raised her eyebrow again at his question and gave a smile to him. “Hmmm, sure, an adventure sounds pretty good.” She pushed herself up from the wall and pushed her dress down a bit, and looked at him for a few seconds. Wren had a very easy going style about him, it was cute to see. He seemed to be one of those fun loving types of people, and right now, Amelia wanted a little fun in her life. She wanted to go on a little adventure; she didn’t want to stay a boring stick in the mud all the time. “What do you have in mind?” She looked around the place as Wren did the same as well; she smiled as a smile formed on his lips too. What was going on in his head? She wanted to know, whatever it was, it was probably going to be something devilishly fun.
TAGGED// WREN WORDS// 581 LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO NOTES// SORRY MY POST IS STUPID, YOU'RE POST IS GOOD..AWWW JAESEY.
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Post by WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER on Jul 25, 2010 13:40:46 GMT -5
I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHTCRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. Sure, there were lots of memories that Wren had as a child that had blessed his heart and mind, but it was rare that he would crawl into the back of his mind and sit there reminiscing. There had been certain times in his life where he would have to sit there while a friend of his told him all the stories of their childhood but he never coughed up much about his childhood to other people. If anything it was quite the treat for him to openly say anything personal about himself. Everyone else’s memories seemed to be so animated and nostalgic compared to anything that he could even render on his own. There were so many times where he would hear something about running in the fields without a care in the world, whether the sun was high or low in the sky. Many of them seemed to be so familiar. Maybe the world should just create a club where they could share all their childhood memories and just have a happy old time discussing the good old days and how everything was so much better and far less complex than the world was today. Yes, Wren was slightly bitter about that although he would never share this feeling with a person. He was far too happy of a person to even discuss anything that had to do with his childhood or remembering something that could have possibly been better than the moment he was living in right now. It was sad really that he had no real emotions towards something that was actually quite beautiful to have, so instead he would have to continue living in his world of the present.
It was weird that after so many years Wren had still not taken the time to visit his family. Much of his family did not live anywhere near Empress, but instead closer to the cities up north, but he still never chose to visit his mother. He actually had no real reason to not visit her besides the fact that it would take away from the aimlessness in his walking. If he had the purpose to see something like his mom then he would lose all appeal he had made for himself. He quite enjoyed being completely random and all over the place rather than distinct. Maybe one day his feet would allow him to see the house where he once lived and watch the face of a woman he could actually say he loved, but for now his feet had not taken him there, or even near the steps of the front porch.
Wren may not have been one of the most comforting people but he was definitely comfortable. A lot of people in the past seemed to be drawn to him, most likely because he avoided sadness. It was odd and yet quite simple, really. He always enjoyed just wandering about to see the world instead of holding back. He was actually quite pleased that Amelia agreed to an adventure, considering if she didn’t he would probably end up leaving her behind and doing it on his own. It was nice to have some company in this world. “Wonderful, let’s get this started then!” He smiled devilishly, with excitement. He started walking slightly towards his own person destination before Amelia questioned him and then he turned around to face her, “What are your feelings on nacho cheese?” The question was vague, but it was meant to be that way. Another smile crept on his face, then he turned back to face the destination and started walking again. Hopefully this girl had some mischievous thoughts of her own, it would be more exciting that way.
LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson COUNT//: 620 NOTES//: i knows, although i almost wished i switched her first and middle name around
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Post by amelia on Jul 27, 2010 17:18:09 GMT -5
Every night I go sneaking out the door I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless
Memories were something that kept Amelia happy, and feeling alive as well. It made her think that there was at least something that had kept her back in this life. The memories were always something sweet, and something that made her smile. She always remembered the littlest things, like the time her father got hurt when a raccoon tried to bite him. It was a fun, honey filled kind of day. The days that felt as if it only happened in movies, as some may say, since Amelia didn’t really know what movies were like until today. When people said that memories were like movies, it would be because memories were something happy. Something that didn’t have any problems in it, or anything upsetting happening. Memories were always funny; well the ones that people chose to remember. There were some memories which people chose to forget, some memories which people could not stand to remember because it would hurt them. Those memories were never put out in the open; no one would ever say them out loud and laugh; just like they did with all the fun filled memories. Bad memories were never spoken about in public; it was as if they were some kind of taboo. Bad memories were something that never was meant to happen but did. It was weird how they got stuck in your memories when you didn’t want them too. When you didn’t want all the nasty details and goriness to be in your head; but it stayed. Bad memories were always in Amelia’s head, it was as if they would never leave no matter how much she tired to get them to. They would stay in her head and taunt her, as if showing her that she could have done something to stop it from happening but she was too stupid back then to even realise what she was meant to do. She just couldn’t handle it when all this came to her head.
Amelia rarely visited her family in this life, but some time in the middle of the few years that she had been here she got too emotional and visited them quite a few times. It was hard watching them carry on with their lives, but hey at least they weren’t moping around like a lot of the other families. She wanted her family to be happy and not sad. She wanted them to live on, but it was still hard nonetheless. She sometimes went to see her family so that she could hear them sing, and then she would sing along with them; it would be just like the old days when her family used to have those sing a longs. Sing a long were a great way or their family to connect with each other, it helped them get over their troubles. It was plain old fun just to sing songs, especially the old classics.
She didn’t know what people really thought of her as she never had a close friend to tell her exactly what was wrong with her and what was right about her as well. She didn’t know how to treat people properly, and treated them just like how she would with her family and this sometimes rubbed people the wrong way. She only agreed to this adventure because she wanted to have some fun in this life, she didn’t want to end up moping around like many of the other ghosts, and she didn’t want to get left behind. She wanted some company in this life for once, and she didn’t want to be seen as the anti social girl of this world. “Cool.” Amelia followed along with Wren, behind him, wondering what they were going to do. Suddenly Wren stopped in front of her as she questioned him and smiled devilishly at her. She put on a confused face and raised her eyebrows as Wren asked her about nacho cheese. “Hmmm, I’m a vegan so I don’t really like cheese. If you’re thinking about spraying nacho cheese on everyone here then count me in! Or if you have any other plans that don’t include me eating nacho cheese then I’m fine with it!” Amelia smiled back at him, hopefully he would go with the first choice, and she wanted to douse all these people in cheese.
TAGGED// WREN WORDS// 722 LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO NOTES// HMM THEN WHY DON'T YOU?
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Post by WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER on Aug 11, 2010 15:46:03 GMT -5
I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHTCRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. They say that there really is no real memories. Most memories were just moments in time where we remember remembering something, though this statement is very much like a paradox. It makes sense mostly because there are some memories that are fed into our mind that are not from our core but from being retold by another person, or from being read, or seeing an image that brings a person back to a certain place. There are some things that people choose to keep in their mind but the only reason why they remember this memory is because they are remembering a time when they are choosing to remember it, or else it would just be another moment in time that was eaten up by the world, never to be visited again. This would happen with all sorts of memories whether they were good or bad, personal or public or somewhere somewhat forgotten. Much of it was like reading a text book and only picking up on the things that brought interest to a persons’ mind. Everything else seems lost but those specific words that were typed out. Wren even understood this, although when his teacher told him this “fact” he just shrugged it off for that moment. After he had more time to contemplate the words more, it made more sense. Whenever he actually dug up some memories, the only reason why he remembered those memories was because they were talked about, and thought about previously and because his body was making it remind himself over and over again instead of focusing on something else. If there was something else that his body would focus and remember then he wouldn’t have that other memory. It was such a complicated theory that it was almost impossible to fully explain without one wanting their brain to explode, there were even times when Wren himself just wished that there were more words in all the languages so that he could recite these statements more thoroughly.
There were times when Wren would watch different television shows where people had been killed off. Degrassi was one of the more popular shows of his time and he watched it constantly thinking it over and comparing it to the school that he went to. There was always so much drama, although there was not as much as displayed on Degrassi, but it made you actually think over those types of situations without actually having to live in them. What if someone actually died in his life that was important to him? How would he live with it, how would he move on? It was difficult to think that there would be someone that would one hundred percent disappear off the face of the earth. How was a person supposed to get over those types of things? Of course Wren understood himself for that and how usually he kept to himself and tried to live his life consistently not letting anything bump into him or crash against him, but if there was actually someone that was truly that brilliant in his life and disappeared, wouldn’t the entire world change for a while? Wouldn’t he change? Without that person that impacted his life in a certain way, he could no longer be the way he was when that person was alive. He would morph into something different, a new being, really. It was hard to think about when he didn’t really experience much hard core death in his life, except in his experiments, but he always thought of these things, these little things that could one day affect him greatly.
Wren had always been somewhat the same since he was impacted in school by his peers and other influences, but no matter what he would treat people fairly equally on how he read that person. If someone didn’t treat him too kindly, he probably would act the same way towards them. If someone was sweet to him, he would probably act with the same compassion. If he received a gift from someone, he would give a gift to the same someone. He looked at Amelia and saw someone that had something behind her that Wren never had. He sensed that there was something more personal, almost family related and that sparked something inside Wren that he wouldn’t exactly puncture. He smiled slightly at her one worded answer and brought his body to be completely up right, as it he was ready to move on forward. He smiled slightly more devilishly than before, he liked the mind of this girl. “Hmm, I was going to be less effective with the nacho cheese, like just make it explode on the employees or something, but I think I like your idea better, we better get over there to figure out the machine and work it before the next swarm of people are released from the theatre.” He thought silently to himself about the girl being a vegan, in a way he could kind of sense it but it wasn’t exactly one of those things that you look at a person and just saying “wow, you don’t eat animal anything”. There was something in there, but Wren wasn’t the type to be that spontaneous and full of out bursts. He focused back on the machine, occasionally taking some glances at Amelia, and then started creeping his way towards the people who were working. This was going to be a riot.
LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson COUNT//: 908 NOTES//: I don’t know, maybe one day.
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Post by amelia on Aug 12, 2010 18:35:51 GMT -5
Every night I go sneaking out the door I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless
A vegan; someone who eats no animal or dairy products at all as well as any products made from those animals such as cheese, milk or eggs. That was exactly what Amelia was; a vegan. She didn’t like eating animals or anything that came from an animal, to her it was all just something really disgusting. She didn’t mind if other people ate it, after all she did happen to have an open mind even if some people didn’t believe it at all, but she did. She just didn’t eat it herself. She saw many a videos about animals and how they were treated when they were taken to be killed and made into other stuff. The way some farmers treated their animals just made Amelia want to cry. She didn’t like how people took advantage of animals at all, it was sickening and disgusting and people who did that should have just been locked up. Amelia remembered one day, when she had gone to school she had told them that she was a vegan and would bring her own pack lunch to school instead of having the school lunches. The next day at lunch time, when Amelia had sat down on one of the tables, on her own as usual, a boy had come up to her and then he had shoved a chicken leg into her mouth. Then his friends all came up behind her and began to make chicken noises, clucking around and Amelia left the lunchroom in tears. None of the teachers had seen what they had done, no one went to help her, and no one went to see if she was alright so Amelia was on her own. She had run into the bathroom, crying, rinsing her mouth as quick as possible; the taste disgusted her. It was sickening how low some people could go. There wasn’t a problem in being a vegan was there? If those kids could handle one of their friends being a vegetarian, then why couldn’t they handle Amelia being a vegan? Just because she didn’t know any of them and had started school late, that was a chance for them to be brutal.
Those were the memories that no one wanted to remember, but for some reason Amelia had a problem n forgetting a lot of things. She always had these bad memories in her head and it haunted her. It was just hard to forget all these things that those people did to her. The fact that no one wanted to help her, or even be her friend. The fact that they didn’t take pity on her, even though she didn’t like pity, in her eyes that would have been better than nothing actually. She had a feeling that not everyone was as bad as those girls and their boyfriends, or the ‘popular kids’ as others called them. She didn’t think that everyone liked them either, but they were scared of them so they couldn’t do anything about it. She just wished someone had the courage to talk to her. Now Amelia had tried to make friends, she spoke to them, tried to get to know them, but she was rejected; shunned. They would either blank her or tell her to go away and never speak to them again. So Amelia had given up, what was the point in trying to make friends, if no one even wanted to be your friend at all? She really didn’t know what to think of the people in this life either; they were different, but she still wasn’t too sure.
The people in this life were nice, but they were from here weren’t they? Didn’t they know who Amelia was? The ‘crazy druggie’ the one who pushed people to do things they didn’t want to do? But it seemed as if once they came to this life, everyone somehow just…changed. They changed into someone either better or worse, most going for the first option. But Amelia didn’t know how to treat them now, what was she supposed to do? She still had the fear in her head, that if she went up to someone in this life and began to talk to them they would chuck an egg at her or something. But being with Wren somehow changed all that, he was a nice guy, he would be a nice friend to her. It didn’t seem as if he would chuck an egg at her, did it? He was speaking to her, he had followed her to the bathroom and well…he had made her smile. So he did seem to be a good friend to her, if they were friends? Amelia watched as Wren began to smile devilishly and cautiously looked at him as he began to speak. Amelia smiled, “Seems like I actually do have good ideas.” Amelia smiled to herself and then looked at Wren. “I actually can’t wait for this, bad of me I know, but it’s exciting.” Amelia moved forwards, and when they both reached the nacho cheese machine she looked it over. There were two buttons, simple one was ‘on’ and one was ‘off’ so it would be simple enough. Unless Amelia didn’t really see everything. But then again, she had Wren with her, so he would probably do everything.
TAGGED// WREN WORDS// 884 LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO NOTES// LOL.KOOL. I AM BORED. xD
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Post by WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER on Aug 18, 2010 15:52:53 GMT -5
I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHTCRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. At a young age Wren had been very aware of the world around him. He had been in Empress for a long time and knew how stupid some of the people could act when they were out of their comfort zone. A lot of the people in the farming community were very high on themselves about ranching and beef and having meat in general. It may have seemed so stereotypical for them to have this type of feel, but so many of them prided on being ranchers and eating good-ol’ steak. In a way it was kind of disgusting how they all gathered together for brandings to label their calves especially since half of them were drunk during the time they did it. Several times Wren had been introduced to different videos that played on youtube of the way ranchers treated their animals, especially the little calves. It was actually horrifying to see how veal was made. Although he was disgusted by all the actions that the people took against their animals, Wren still didn’t mind eating himself some meat, mostly because he was more ashamed of the people rather than the animals. He didn’t support the abuse, but he still respected the natural order on the food chain. That and he just didn’t really care too much about that and found himself more focused on other things rather than the actions of animals. But this was probably just because he wasn’t much of an activist and just went with himself rather than feeling the compulsion to act on his feelings towards an animal. Wren just didn’t have many emotions in his body, which probably wasn’t the healthiest thing, but somehow he functioned just fine.
Kind of…
For most people, the hardest memories to forget were the cruel ones. The type of memories people remembered were the type that gave you nightmares, because it had impacted you so much in your life and it would be difficult to find the good memories when all you remember is that you were laughing about something. With bad memories, it is easier to remember details. When someone dies, you will most likely remember everything that happened during the time you experienced the knowledge of their death, mostly because you are surprised, upset or something else. Wren on the other hand had a way of blacking out during those times. Some people called them angry blackouts where a person could be so full of rage that they eventually pass out from it and forget that moment when they were fierce and angry. Luckily for Wren, he was a victim of these but it was rare that he would be so enraged with something that he would black out. He learned to control himself a little better than that and usually got over something pretty fast by replacing it with something new. It was almost unfair how he was able to live life without many worries. But that was just the way Wren was, he was just someone that tried to be happy even in the worst of situations.
Obviously if you’re looking for someone cute and sensitive, Wren isn’t the one.
When Wren had come into this life he stayed exactly the same as he was before. There were some people that seemed to change thinking that this was a place in between heaven and hell and if they acted at their best they would beam up to heaven, but really, how was that working out for them? A lot of people that were in this afterlife were from different times. Some people knew each other, and some people didn’t know one another at all. Some people recognized names, especially last names, but it didn’t mean they were familiar with the face. Wren knew a lot of people, but most of the people he knew were just the kids that he went to school with. He had died a few years ago, so he knew that there were going to be some people in this afterlife that he wouldn’t know mostly because they would’ve died a week ago or maybe even one hundred years ago. There was such a wide range of people to talk to. Really, the afterlife could be more interesting that it really was, but Wren just made it out to be a second real life, something that allowed him to have fun without getting caught by the police or something like that. Even approaching the nacho cheese dispenser he thought about how no police were going to be able to come at him for what he and Amelia would do. The machine seemed simple enough, with the on and off button and then the tube that made the cheese pour on top of the nachos. Wren looked carefully at the nozzle checking to see if it would pull out. He rested his hand on it, gently touching the metal, and then he took a good tug on it, with that a rubber tube came out with the metal dispenser, his smile grew wider. He gave the dispenser to Amelia, “Now tell me, deary, if you see someone in this building from when you were alive that you would just love to slather with this cheese, which is basically one ingredient from being plastic, when you see someone that seems quite deserving of a cheese bath pull on this little trigger and they’ll have the time of their life.” It was actually just at that moment that there were some people coming out of a theatre and some more people coming into the theatre to catch the current midnight flick. Soon there would be people that would be swarming around the concession stand, and they will receive a little more than they expected when they walked in. Oh how sweet this would be.
Or cheesy it would be?
LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson COUNT//: 978 NOTES//: yeah… well me too ;P
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