Pixel Imperfect

51 Things About GirlWonder 1. I have at least four aliases that I use on a regular basis 2. You will never know all of them 3. I am in love constantly 4. I like getting snazzied up to go out 5. I enjoy walking around small amounts of clothings 6. I am most happy in a tank top and barefoot 7. I love the fact that I can wear my sisters old jeans 8. I cherish conversations that last for hours 9. I can loose myself in music 10. Art is one of the most important things to me 11. I love to forget myself in dance 12. I love to show off my poetry 13. I want to spend at least 3 months wandering around Europe 14. I think I'm creative 15. I love making collages, both word or image, from random magazines 16. I have been told I'm facinating 17. I think every girl should believe that she is facinating and irresistable 18. I love to watch movies that make me cry 19. I also love zombie movies 20. I like having my picture taken 21. I want to be interesting 22. I am afra...

You know you're a Lipstick Lesbian if... **you think God made women better-looking than men so that it would be obvious at a glance which was the superior sex. **you derive a sense of power from towering over people when you wear high heels. *you think of your makeup as warpaint. *you think that "feminine feminist" is not an oxymoron, but a redundancy. **you can do anything a man can do -- backwards and in high heels. *you think of straight women as "the ones who settle for second best." **you think Adam was a rough draft. *you accept the "universal he" because, just as men are incomplete women, male words -- he, man, male -- are incomplete versions of female words -- she, woman, female. Now, y'all... I'm not a Lipstick Lesbian. I only agree with the two stared ** ones...

Hope dangles on a string Like slow spinning redemption Winding in and winding out The shine of it has caught my eye And roped me in So mesmerizing, so hypnotizing I am captivated I am Vindicated I am selfish I am wrong I am right I swear I'm right I swear I knew it all along And I am flawed But I am cleaning up so well I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself So clear Like the diamond in your ring Cut to mirror your intentions Oversized and overwhelmed The shine of which has caught my eye And rendered me So isoloated, so motivated I am certain now that I am Vindicated I am selfish I am wrong I am right I swear I'm right I swear I knew it all along So turn Up the corners of your lips Part them and feel my finger tips Trace the moment, fall forever Defense is paper thin Just one touch and I'd be in Too deep now to ever swim against the current So let me slip away, So let me slip away So let me slip away,...

I was walking home from Patrick's last night. My phone vibrated in my hand. I looked down and I have two voicemails! Yay! Dial... listen... "Hey, mary... umm..." It was Patrick. "Well, I just got home... come over whenever..." I had received it earlier but never checked it. Next one... "Who wants to see Spiderman 2 at midnight? All the cool people are going!... pause... soft laugh. That's all I have... I laughed. It was Jeff! Spiderman 2 at midnight? I looked at my watch. 11. Okay. Dial. "Hello?" "Midnight, eh?" "Yea--" "Pick me up?" "I can..." "See ya in fifteen, Jeff." *~*~*~*~*~* So, fifteen minutes. Black jeans. Two white tanks. No bra. Eyeliner and lipgloss. Five necklaces, two rings, and earings. Hair down. A few braids... I looked in the mirror. Okay. Not bad. I licked my top lip. Okay... My phone rang. "Be out in half a ...

Nuts To Them! I've been putting on a bunch of stupid forwards and lyrics (good lyrics) lately. I'll really write now. Really. Sorta... I'm gonna rant. That's what blogs are for though, right? Right. I don't wanna boyfriend. But now that I don't, Disappearing Jake/Jake the Jerk called me. The other Tuesday at HomeWorks "I really miss you, Mary..." Ummm...Yea... "I bet you do, Jake. I bet you do..." Damned if I go back to him! "You come to me between girlfriends, don't you?" Charlotte chimed in from the background: "Yes, he does!" "No! No, no, no..." "Yea, whatever..." *~*~*~* And then, when Michael came to pick me up after HomeWorks, when he dropped me off, he was gonna kiss me. "Michael, you know I don't wanna boyfriend. I just don't wanna date..." "Okay, yea. I know..." *~*~*~* Then there's Pirate Boy and Irish Guy. No story for ya fellas there. Sorry... *~*~*~* So...

About Pirate boy... we hang out and talk on the phone and stuff. But we've talked and he knows that I just want to be friends. I'm going to college next year and don't wanna sting him... Stupid frog... He's a ton of fun to hang out with I wouldn't date him though Can you imagine my father?? I will get back in to doing some cooler blogs soon... I have a couple good ones stewing up in my noodle

The Buggles -Video Killed The Radio Star I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two Lying awake intent at tuning in on you. If I was young it didn't stop you coming through. They took the credit for your second symphony. Rewritten by machine and new technology, and now I understand the problems you can see. I met your children Oh-a oh What did you tell them? Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star. Pictures came and broke your heart. Oh-a-a-a oh And now we meet in an abandoned studio. We hear the playback and it seems so long ago. And you remember the jingles used to go. You were the first one. Oh-a oh You were the last one. Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star. In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far Oh-a-aho oh, Oh-a-aho oh Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star. In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far. Pictures came and broke you...