Dee

Updates to playlist: beenie man

Dee — Fri, 25 May 2007 00:01:24 -0000

Updates to playlist: Kick ASS SONGS >_

Dee — Fri, 18 May 2007 00:31:32 -0000

Updates to playlist: KAFE KOOLAS SAMPLE MUSIC

Dee — Wed, 09 May 2007 00:08:44 -0000

Updates to playlist: Jem

Dee — Fri, 30 Mar 2007 01:02:13 -0000

THIS WILL MAKE YOU CRY...... PLEASE READ! MAYBE THEN PPL WOULD THINK B4 THEY ACT!

Dee — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 02:21:50 -0000

Try not 2 cry
IF YOU SKIP OVER THIS WITHOUT READING IT YOU HAVE NO HEART...

BUT IF YOU FIND

YOU CANNOT STOP UNTIL YOU REACH THE END THEN YOU MUST HAVE A
VERY BIG
HEART...

Mommy.. Johnny brought a gun to school,

He told his friends that it was cool,

And when he pulled the trigger back,

It shot with a great crack.

Mommy, I was a good girl, I did What I was told,

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

But Mommy, when I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye,

I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.

And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,

And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now,

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best;

Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest.

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,

Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.

And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,

I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.

Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,

But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest.

Mommy I ran as fast as I could,

When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would,

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new,

I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo.

I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,

I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,

Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date.

I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true,

And Mommy all I wanted to say is, "Mommy, I love you."

****In Memory of The Columbine Students Who Were Lost****

Please if you would,

Pass this around,

I'd be happy if you could,

Don't smash this on the ground.

If you pass this on,

Maybe people will cry,

Just keep this in your heart,

For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".

Updates to playlist: words cannot say

Dee — Tue, 27 Feb 2007 23:18:44 -0000

ACK! I speak horribly!O.o

Dee — Tue, 27 Feb 2007 22:52:18 -0000

Well well well. Looks like i got my ass kicked on my spanish test but the bright side is..........SPRING BREAK!!! I get out in 5 days and my world will be full of lillies and ranibows(or me just bein lazi). Anyway I'm done know. PEACE!! V-_-

The Rants and Raves of Dee

Dee — Mon, 26 Feb 2007 23:53:37 -0000

You wake up to the sound of the alarm, dreading and anticipating the day. Taking a shower and thinking of the things that were gained and lost yesterday like a flowing river you sing a song of optimism, keeping the energy high as you try to accomplish the feat of putting in contacts. Telling your self that these little lenses are my only way to see the surroundings. Polite ramble with your roommate as you strive to get along. The two-minute walk to school is what worries the heart the most. Thinking about thinking about family and the things that were missed or lost. Breakfast comes and goes and with it your worries. The daily routine begins.

It’s the delightful stress of writing a paper or learning a new language, the calming melody of clay in your hands and the complexity of history. A shift sometimes forces its way into this routine, the feeling of being a stranger on a new world with little or no direction to find the light of knowledge at the end of the path, the welcoming sorrow that gives me something to feel during the day. That annoying feeling of nothingness has you feeling confused, its that little part of insanity in all of us. On those days the façade of happiness is there. You move on auto, like someone pushing buttons instructing you on what is supposed to happen. I’m brought out of this familiar comfort by the simplicity of someone being real with me, no polite hellos and goodbyes, just them being themselves.
The lovely, lovely thing called reality comes back to you, along with it the need to move, to be.

Calling my kin on the phone at the scheduled 9’oclock is both a joy and pain all its own. Feeling awkward, unsure, and bitter is something you would not expect to feel when talking to a loved one. Awkwardness, due to the simple fact that this person on the other side of the phone was your life line for fourteen years and you’re suddenly cut off from it, trying to live on your own. Mommy’s little one is now an “independent” young adult embarking on a new adventure. The uncertainty comes from whether or not you should pour your heart out and just give her some of the weight that’s on your shoulders, or whether she is really telling you what she’s feeling because in your heart you know something isn’t being said. Last but not least the is the bitterness that comes from not being able to share in the joy, laughter, and warmth that’s at the tip of your fingers, like a nice icy cold glass of water that evaporates before it can reach your parched throat. But enough about the pain of that small call; let’s talk about the joy of it. The joy of knowing you smile your brightest when you that warm voice that helped you through your hardest times in life, or the fact that she cares enough to yell at you when you forget to call. She knows just the right words that make me yearn to go to sleep without a care in the word, but at the same time, make me think of the simple complexity that is life.

You reluctantly click off and get ready for bed, the nightly routine of trying to accomplish the feat of taking out the only things that help you see the twisted beautiful thing we call life, the polite rambling with your roommate, and making sure you have the optimistic songs of India Arie lulling you to sleep. The words “Life gives only what you offer it.” come to mind before I fall into the world of sleeping visions of the chaos of today and the beauty of tomorrow, twisted to fit the mind’s simple, insane, complex delight.
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