Farewell To Reality
Aug. 8th, 2005
I close my eyes.
And this image floats beside me.
A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare
that pounds my brain.
His hands reach out and choke me.
And, and all the time he's mumbling.
Mumbling, "Truth. Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold."
You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough.
You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us.
From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying,
it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.
~ Todd in “Dead Poets Society”
May. 8th, 2005
Someone just IMed me on my new broadwayaddict sn asking if I'm Justin. Probably, this person is referring to the other musicallyadept here on LJ or something like that. Hm.
But it was bizarre. And I was at dinner, and thus unable to answer her until I got back... And I have no idea exactly when she IMed me due to my lack of timestamps on that account. That's now been remedied, by the way. But she hasn't said anything since, so I'm just going to let it drop. Whatever. Quoitoujours, as Lise would say.
Thus, a quick recap for those of you reading this: I'm not Justin. I'm Melanie, a random girl who likes musicals, well-written fanfiction, and other random things she won't spend time mentioning because of her pressing homework assignments. And if you're looking for that guy, try the account musically_adept.
That cleared up? I'm glad.
And someone else just IMed me. I got the accept message dialogue just as I hit enter in something else... So if that was you, I'm sorry.
Alright. I have to go finish my English project.
Love you all,
May. 1st, 2005
Hello again. This journal is Friends Only, for those of you who can't read the above banner. I know there's a previous entry that tells you all that, but that was created before I got Adobe Photoshop. Now, with Adobe on my side, I've managed to create this lovely new banner to express my sentiments. Lovely, eh?
And yes, those are lemon bars. And that is a scene from Newsies. Both are listed among my favorite things in the world, so I figured they just kind of fit together...
So, if you're reading this, comment explaining exactly how you got here and why I should friend you. And, after
doing background checks thinking it over a while, I might friend you. Or I might not. Really, it depends on my mood... I'm a very emotion-dependant person. You'd best hope I'm not feeling rotten when I respond to things you say because I might just take those things out on you.
And, for those of you who didn't bother to read my User Info page, this is my writing journal. Thus, unless you're up to giving constructive betaing on various pieces and you're willing to let me chew apart various stories you've written, don't bother commenting. Just walk away now and keep your sanity and meager amount of self-esteem.
I hope I've scared you all away now. And you, you reading this-- Listen. This whole entry and the other one really are just for show; I'm not planning on friending anyone in the near future; in fact, I'm not considering friending anyone at all. Not like anyone's going to find this journal anyways, but just so you know: It's Friends Only for a reason-- because I hate calling entries private because they might not be one day and because it means I can keep people I don't want reading my work out. And because this is a place I can vent without people going "That's dumb," or "Suck it up and move on with your life."
Yet possibly, if I have a reason to trust you, you could somehow get in, but for the rest of you-- There's no way you're entering this journal. There are traps everywhere set and poised to attack those who try and get in. And, besides those, I have my own ways of keeping you out--not all of them pleasant...
You have been warned. Turn back now, or face a fate so terrible it lies just beyond the stretch of your imagination.
So yes. Comment if you wish to
undergo a rigorous examination possibly resulting in a serious emotional breakdown on your part read what goes on behind this post. The rest of you, well, it was nice seeing you here. And it's very unlikely you'll ever get into this journal, so why not save the both of us some time and tribulations and not comment at all? Sorry to those of you who commented before, but I'm certain now that I probably never will let people into this. So removing me from your own Friend's List might be wise at the moment. I'm sorry; If I reconsider, you'll be the first to know.
Anyways. Ta-ta, darlings. You can go about your lives again now.
Okay, so that was a bit cruel.. I'm sorry. I kind of got carried away.
It's just that I don't want certain people reading all this. People who actually know me in real life. You know? So unless I know I don't know know you, you probably won't get in.
But if you still want to beta stuff and what not, comment and we can talk.
Love you dearly,
Mar. 26th, 2005
I'm sorry, whoever's reading this. But I didn't think anyone would find this journal in the first place. I figured I would write in it, and it would remain Friends Only so only I could read it. But now I've gone and put my foot in everything. And I'm summing up everything here so that if you want to friend me now, you'll think twice. I just spelled it all out to Em, some random girl from Texas who wants to friend me. And here's that comment. And I'm sorry... But here's the comment, and it spells it all out, like I said.
( On Why I Can't Friend You Just YetCollapse )
And that, loves, is why I'm not friending people right now. I'm sorry.
Love you all,