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Name: Candace
Location: Orlando, Florida, United States
Birthday: 7/22/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: accents, acting, angsty stuff, anti-bigotry, ayn rand, blue, celestial images, challenges, cheese, citrus, classic film icons, clovers, comedy in freedom, dancing, dark or white chocolate, details, dolls, drama, elements, emotional and psychological trials, english, fanfiction, fashion, flying, fruit, galleries, glowing with joy, good timing, green flamingoes, holidays, homages, hysteria, imperfection, johnny depp, journalism, karma, large cats, laughter, literature, marine mammals, moons, movies, muffins, music, musicals, mysticism, nature, oasis, panda bears, peaches, perfection, philosophy, pictures, pinnacles, poetic justice, poetry, psychology, puppies, quizzes, quotes, rain, reading, real issues, renaming people, rhetoric, silence, singing, situational and dramatic irony, sliding, slow smiles, sobe, societal questioning, sparkly things, spring, stars, summer nights, surveys, sushi, swimming, talking about myself, the british, visual arts, vitality, water, writing
Expertise: Acting, poetry, grammar...BEWARE THE GRAMMAR NAZIS.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  ccangelluv
Member Since:
6/4/2004
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| I think I might give up on this site since myspace is pretty much consuming my life.
Hmmmmm yes. | | |
| 1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello in which to wrestle with you.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written. | | |
| Sometime between then and there, two people will love each other. They will love each other enough to make the moon wish the sun could stay with her a little bit longer and the ocean yearn to embrace the sky.
But as with all great love stories, a problem threw a wrench in the cogs. The man would live as an eternal being and the woman would live a normal human life span. If she bound herself to him, they would live together forever, immortal and indestructible. But the decision could not be made quickly, the man questioned himself until the thoughts rang daggers in his head, but the woman, understanding his dillema, prompted him to speak. He presented her with the choice: stay with him forever or part now.
The woman thought. She thought while seasons changed and children grew. She thought about the memories that would fade into hazy pollen and the joys that would seem less bright, less novel and the fears that would disappear that made life so interesting and the people she would alienate herself from and the monotony that had never before been capable of discovery. She thought of them, together, and made the choice.
But in thinking of the outside, neither had thought about their companionship. Happiness became contentment became peace became nostalgia became ennui. Their arguments grew and waned and became inane...last person on Earth, indeed. They knew all of each other and left no room to bloom and later, split apart. They saw the end and the beginning and the end again, but not together except in the occasional rendevous. And when all else crumbled into dust, as did they...walking opposite, hollowed memories of the living, oppressors of the same. | | |
| VOTE ME FOR BEST HAIR AND TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS TOO IF YOU LOVE ME!!!! | | |
| Sigh....I want a superlative. I'm not going to get one. How sad.
I'm not the best of anything. | | |
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