Thursday, December 30, 2004

AGE... what a weird and wonderful concept..
1. Some people are like... not a day over 30.. but what is thirty? perfect health? married? funny? seriously.
2. When some people die they were like, still a child inside... but can you be 10 on the in and 90 on the out? and why does childness have to be contingent upon an age?
3. When people say act your age... does it mean i should really act 16.. and what does acting 16 mean?
4. The ongoing paradox that most people want to be older, or younger than they are... until time machines are invented, get over it.
5. Time machines, really good book, but an equally good concept?

(Random post brought to you by Sam pondering number four)

thee end

Sunday, December 19, 2004

today a list is not fitting for my feelings but it is still the easiest format
1. everything feels so invalid as of right now
2. i havent talked to dan cuz his fucking phone is fucking fucked up
3. Bush is "Time's persyn of the year"... omg

this is really thee end

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

if your wondering what you should get me for christmas i have provided a list.... everything seen here minus the ugly butt pom

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Ah weep not little voice, thou can'st not speak, but thou can'st weep: Is this a Worm? I see they lay helpless & naked: weeping And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.

The Clod of Clay heard the Worms voice & rais'd her pitying head: She bowd over the weeping infant, and her life exhald In milky fondness, then on Thel she fix'd her humble eyes

O beauty of the vales of Har, we live not for ourselves, Thou seest me the meanest thing, and so I am indeed: My bosom of itself is cold, and of itself is dark,

But he that loves the lowly, pours his oil upon my head And kisses me, and binds his nuptial bands around my breast.

-william blake

"Just be thankful you are not a five dollar bill"


Monday, December 13, 2004

The words I have been longing to hear from my true love:

you can be compared to the best protein bar ever

Sunday, December 12, 2004

Anthem by Ayn Rand
which the depraved steal the virtue of the good, by which the weak steal the might of the strong, by which the fools steal the wisdom of the sages.

What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and the impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?

the players are set, and the pieces are moving...

Friday, December 10, 2004

see this with me....


Thursday, December 09, 2004

Dan Kauppi's theory of T.C. was more than proven tonight, mad props once again dude. Ok like you don't know how amazingly amazing it goes... talk to me further if you want the details.

ThE dIrTy LoOkz* *Da JeAloUs StArEs* *N tHe FuNnY pArT is* *U tHiNk I cArE*

in some random camp girls profile, it gave me a laugh, hope you also enjoyed

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

I am copying Amber, but I love her post so like any good writer I will mimic it.

Hi, I'm Samanthat Rose Oxborough. Most people call me sam, and i sign my name Sam Ox. I have many bad habits including playing with my bangs, twirling my pencil and snapping my gum.. get over it. I am typically cynical and on a good I would like to think a little witty. My room is very messy, but my workspaces are all clean. I tend to paraphrase words, like brill and whatevs. I never look put together. I'm 16 and don't have my license, and suck at driving. I'm a control freak, stressing out and am attempting the "6 month rule."* I hate parenthetical citation. I don't like school. I enjoy debate. My favorite color is yellow, hence the colors of the walls in my room. I love music, every genre (yeah polka) and randomly buy cds off the half price books rack, even if I haven't heard of them. I play the flute. From the looks of things a regular nerd. Uhh... I only paint my left hand with nail polish, cuz I can't do my right. I tend to make many facial expressions, and have been told I sound like a gerbil when I laugh. I'd like to think I don't care what people say about me... we'll see how that holds up. I am very scattered. I act loud and obnoxious sometimes, but typically am pretty quiet if I don't know you. I am very opinionated, and a hopeless romantic. I must have a seperate folder for each subject in school and hate, loathe and abominate three-ring binders. I wish the English language with all its rules should die. New words should always be made, all the time, but should be used like they have always existed. I really like big, sophisticated words. I would like to be a fashion designer. I love Marc Jacobs. I am typically out of money. I have large and crazy ideas, most which don't get carried through. I have brown hair.

*think about yourself 6 months from now, is what your worrying about going to affect you then?