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this is a pic photoshopped by me for the amusement of my little emo becky [college fund cheerleader]. how emo is too emo?

i think i need straight hair and no smile. apart from that…

Rah?

This is the stuff as promised by me to Becky who is the only one who reads her blog. so hurray. this is the poem i wrote when she wrote that essay of a poem for english.

Love is

light in a dark room

and the anaesthetic to a painful day 

Love is

an adventure into the unknown

and the map back out 

Love is

the freedom to fly away and fulfil each of your heart’s whims

and know that you still belong somewhere at the end 

Love is

a web spun around the soul

and it’s never going to break 

Love is

the hand which shapes the world

and the heart which keeps it rotating 

Love just is

and more will come becky. be patient, child. i might put up that phone story soon. and then some more retardedly emo poetry lol.

may the force be with you [if you hadn't noticed, i'm going to end all my posts with that.cosimthatcool.] 

Hurrah

Firstly, thanks for my welcome Becky =p

I too have a plan.

1. get motivated

2. stop wasting my life

3. give up msn

that last one’s not gonna happen.

Anyway, I am Happy. “Why?” I hear you ask eagerly. Well I’ll tell you.

I am in the semis for my hockey comp. Which is pretty darn brilliant for our team (which kinda sucks, but hey, they’re cool kids). So yeh. Happy!!

may the force be with you my little munchkins. promise i’ll write something better next time. maybe you can read something i’ve written in the past. i’ll go find something. await anxiously. or death be with you. *cough*

Yohoho!

Hullo. I be Westy, Bec’s emo.

We thought it was high time I got to write something, seeing as how this blog is my life  I comment pretty much every one of her entries. So yeh. Here I am, a spasmogger (spasmodic blogger). You can skip my entries if you like. I won’t be offended. Much.

 I’m a bit stranger than her. *gasp*. You have been warned.

may the force be with you.