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ViNTAGE_DiSPOSiTiON
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Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Gender: Female
Interests: Music. Art. Drawing on my arm. Being told I'm going to get ink poisoning. Washing it off. Doing it again in Henna. Always.
Expertise: ...Finding Waldo...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
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AIM:  xoLoveIsParanoid
Member Since:
8/4/2003
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This is my only question about death. I don't care what happens - Heaven or Hell, that doesn't mean a thing to me. I don't believe in any of that. I'd like to think that my soul will go somewhere, but logically, I don't think it will. So, this is the question that will make me understand..What happens to my energy? The first law of Thermodynamics is that engery can be neither created nor destroyed. So what happens? My body can destroy energy, scientifically, it's not possible. Is science lying? There can't be an exception. The only thing energy can do is be transferred. Like, water to steam...Is my energy being transferred from my body once I die? Into the ground? Isn't that kind of...I don't know. It reminds me of this bullshit...like magic. Just my opinion. I'm somehow wrong here. I know. I'm missing something. There's some scientific law that makes energy from a living person being destroyed possible. Science doesn't seem right to me..
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| Finalists,
This is for the millions of bodies six feet underground..The ones who have been there for over one-hundred years, and the ones with fresh, new tombstones. For one week, I'd like to know how many people die and how minute my live is according to how many other people there are. Of course, I take this for granted. It's prevalent to me. I can waste however many days I please sitting, reading, sleeping, staring at a computer screen, and I know that my life won't last how long I really wish. I understand, too, that when I'm older, I'd have wished that I didn't do some of the worthless things I'm doing now. It may not be something substantial to regret, or maybe it could be. I don't know..but for now, I'm fine. I have time..(I hope)..and I have to wait, too, for things that I want to happen. I can't seize everything right now, and I really don't want to. Experiences make experiences, I have yet to live. Am I taking what everyone has thought and putting it out? Making it my own? Changing a tiny thing? Can I call it my own idea? Do I ever have an idea? A perception, maybe? Or is this just my opinion (your opinion)?
Lacking My Deepest Desires,
Hannah
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| - - - Slipped Away (The Ballad of Lauretha Vaird) - - -
I resurrected this CD last night. PA pride, for sure. G Love and Special Sauce...A mix of rap, soul, and funky-awesome...ness.
Today was alright. I woke up kind of early. Around 9 or something, took a shower, then completely finished my room. That means my post-its  annnnnndddd like...a collage of some art and posters above my bed...I'm happy. At least with my room.  Later, around 12:00 I went on a walk. Listening to music full blast on my little head phones...I was seeing how far I could hear it from my walkman...I got up the steps then the music faded away...Hmm, on my walk, these kids kept following me. So I sat down and they were like twenty feet away..and I was like..Excuse me? Then they just like...looked at me. Then one of them asked what I was writing...(I was writing in my journal) And I was just like "ummm stuff." This kid would not leave me alone. So I walked to Andrew's house to find out he was...umm...hahhahhaha..playing..dot dot..Dungeouns and...Dragons...*dies*   , Well...as some of you may not know...Andrew is a wanster...a rich, wanster...with an emphasis on the ER. On somedays...he's preppy. I like that. On others...he wears like...fitted hats (he had to show my what they were), like...the matching-top-and-bottom-too-big-rappingish-clothes...I mean. I don't care who wears that, but this is my Andrew THE ONE WHO WORE HAWAIIAN SHIRTS AND SUPER TIGHT PANTS...I still love him. And the fact that he plays Dungeouns and Dragons makes me pee. Anyway...hm after that, I wrote some more, followed a woman until she ended up going in a circle, then bought a drink at a gas station...
Around 3:00, I went home, hung out...then I went to band at 6:00. I CAN MARCH! At least a little...trying should give me something. This is a kinda long post...Hannah standards, of course...I love you all more than the sun... | | |
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I miss Liz, uh, even though she's back...I still have no time to see her...I feel for the cat, Liz, I do...
Band tonight.. It will be fun tonight..I dunno, is it so bad that I do enjoy going to the meets? I think not.. When Band Camp comes in August...that will be a different story. But as for now, it's fun. 
