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my name is zaynah. i like very long ping-pong rallies, interesting and intelligent shirts, movies that seem to have no point, moon boots, many bands, finding weird things at goodwill, songs that make me feel like protesting on the sidewalk in front of the local courthouse, songs that make me want to cry, songs that make me want to leap and bound through fields of tall grass, feta cheese (though i'm trying to slowly become a vegan... no, i'm not crazy), and people who have an opinion. i love meeting people who are original and who have a unique sense of humor. i like cleaning out closets slash rooms that haven't been cleaned in over a year. i love my Forrest. he is my one and only, and he always will be. i love the names alyster, ethne, and arcadia *cady*. i hope to one day bring peace and joy to the world. i hope to live without ever being condemned by anyone and without ever condemning anyone. i love getting letters in the mail. i like being called indie. it makes me sad when people say that the teahouse is for stoners. i do not like stereotypes. i don't really like talking on the phone. i like organic stuff. i try not to be a consumer. i sometimes like things that can't be explained, although at times i want to try to explain them and fail incredibly. i like people who speak english well. i don't like parties that much, but i like dancing and music. i like books that keep me hooked on them. i love finishing books. i like funny news stories. i like knowing things about movies that nobody else knows. i like buying used things. i don't try to make sense. and i like it that way. i like hanging out with people of all ages (roddy's friends are cooler than most people my age), and i hope that they don't mind hanging out with me. I like cotton candy. I love Escaflowne, and some other anime. Fruits Basket.
adopt your own virtual pet!
i've adopted a pink fuzzy llama. you may feed him if you wish, and if you click on him he makes funny noises. enjoy~Z.
You Are a Very Good Girl
You are 90% Good and 10% Bad
You're a perfect angel - almost impossibly so
Don't you ever feel like being a little bad?!?
Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?
Zaynah --
[adjective]:
Banshee-like
'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com
Forrest --
[noun]:
A person with a sixth sense for detecting the presence of goblins
'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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TO FAJORREST:
Player King: I do believe you think what now you speak,
But what we do determine oft we break.
Purpose is but the slave to memory,
Of violent birth, but poor validity;
Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks to the tree,
But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.
Most necessary 'tis that we forget
To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt.
What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
The violence of either grief or joy
Their own enactures with themselves destroy:
Where joy most revels, greif doth most lament:
Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange
That even our loves should with our fortunes change,
For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,
Whether love lead fortune, pr else fortune love.
The great man down, you mark his favorite flies;
The poor advanced makes friends of enemies.
And hitherto doth love on fortune tend,
For who not needs shall never lack a friend,
And who in want a hollow friend doth try
Directly seasons him his enemy.
But orderly to end where I begun,
Our wills and fates do so contrary run
That our devices still are overthrown:
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
So think thou wilt no second husband wed,
But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
Player Queen:Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light
Sport and repose lock from me day and night~
To desperation turn my trust and hope
An anchor's cheer in heaven be my scope~
Each opposite that blanks the face of joy
Meet what I would have well, and it destroy~
Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife~
If once a widow, ever I be wife!
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Such was his learning and ability that the ancient Greeks declared him to be the son of Apollo and told how, in his infancy, bees had settles on his lips, as prophecy of the honeyed word which were to flow from them.
Driving cars was written by my very own Forrest pour moi. J'ADORE TU, FORREST! listen to it and tell me that it isn't the sweetest thing you've ever heard? it's chock-full of inside jokes and randomness, and i wouldn't have it any other way. it's amazing.
