Nov. 29th, 2004

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my lip is split. damn. i shouldn't have let him do that...

um... i'm exhausted. and i have a speech in less than an hour. grrr....

phantom in t minus 5 days. whee!!! indy and a jacuzzi and the threat of clubbing and getting in at three.... le sigh. and what is more... NO PARENTS!!!!! *does a geeky happy dance*

zack stood around after class to talk to me. asked about my thanksgiving and such. me and him. seriously. worried about the test on friday. not good. my teacher's making up for the lack of final.

um. am cold. am off to update my nix. hopefully. hey, i figured out why he is so private when it comes to his sex life, but is so open otherwise. and i named the club of Rachil... URBANE LINK. it sounded good at the time.

anywho. am off. later, kiddos.

54...

Nov. 29th, 2004 12:17 pm
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The phoenix changes its looks in each legend. In ancient Egypt, the phoenix was a heron, with a long neck, long legs, and bluish-gray feathers. In Native American religions, the firebird. In India, it’s Garuda, a man-bird ridden by Vishnu.

The looks matter not. What matters is that the bird continues on.

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Nov. 29th, 2004 12:17 pm
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It was when he felt the dress swishing around his knees that he first felt different. Everything had shoulder pads or was cut to fit a more feminine shape. This one, with its pale pink rose pattern, fell softly around him. Framing him.

He sat carefully in the vanity chair, tucking the skirt demurely beneath his legs. Ailis waited for him to speak… to say anything at all. But he just sat, staring at his hands where they lay linked on his lap. She started to fix his hair in a ponytail when he gave a small smile.

“It only worked for the Mona Lisa, Nicky. You have to tell me something.”

“What do you want me to say? I feel pretty? Or there’s a draft between my legs? What’s there to say?””

Everything the boy said was true. It felt real, for once. Maybe this was him.
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ok. here's how it goes. i'm thinking it is the earrings, then the therapy, then the after with ailis. i think. but i have't finished the account of what happened... so bear with.
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(A) First, recommend to me:
1. a movie:
2. a book:
3. a musical artist, song, or album or a TV show:

(B)
I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want.

(C)
Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything & say that you stole it from me.

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