Sunday, September 30, 2007

oh, man.

pray for me, guys.

IMEA auditions are on Tuesday.

=\

Friday, September 28, 2007

=D

up, down, all around
inside out and lost

I dunno what that's about, but I thought it sounded cool. =D

DON'TSTEALIT! I'm gonna go use it for a song now. I BEAT YOU! I win.

Man, I am in such a crazy weird mood today. Maybe it's because I didn't have gym, so I have extra energy.

Oh man, how would that be! are you scared? you should be.



anyways. school is going well, especially school of rock. writing lyrics and craziness.... so much fun. I LESS THAN THREE IT! (<3) ahaha. I'm making so many pretty lyrics. like the awesomeness on top. =D

oh, I got fender-bendered on wednesday. I was SO tired at seminary (I had taken Tylenol PM the night before and it hadn't worn off yet), and this other guy had stayed up all night to get Halo 3 or whatever and we were pulling out onto the street, and -crunch- I get a nice crack in my bumper. no big, it was good because it woke me up. =)

goodness, I'm so jumpy hyper today. I'm going to go amuse myself.

~Rayla

ps- I GET TO SEE TIA TOMORROW! WOOT!

Sunday, September 23, 2007

now I can toss a rifle (on an angle!) without killing anyone (including myself).



...finally.



woot. =)

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

RAWR.

I'm running out to the store to get black-cherry-flavoured ice cream.

anyone want some?

good, you're not getting any.

MINE.

when you get cravings for some I'll start to feel sorry.

so just shut up and listen. (or just shut up. they both work.)

Yes, I am not happy. No, I don't want to go to the game tonight, but Yes, I kinda have to. (we'll see if the parental units see it the same way.) No I don't hate everyone, but Yes I am due to start. [.] >.<

Yes, I do hate being pulled in about seven-thousand different directions in/with my life.

THIS STINKS. (oh, you don't even know the start of it. I'll rant to you if you're the right person at the right time.)

>.<

GAH.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

kill me now.

So yeah, you know that compare friends thing on facebook?

Who would you rather get stuck in handcuffs with? Stuart G. or Zack Clark?

o.O [neither, I'd die with both.]

Who would you rather marry? Mike S. or David R.?

>.O [you're kidding, right? *gag* although, that's the most hysterical question ever.]

Just a note, I skipped both of these questions. XD

yup.

~Rayla
@};~

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

well, I must daresay, it's been a little while. Feeling rejected somewhat, but I'll deal. =)

I LOVE EMMA. best person ever. even though she lives in Canada. BUT I STILL LOVE 'ER. =D (Anne, I swear: the three of us are triplets. no, wait. I forgot Kit. make that quadruplets. lol.)

Game Friday. COME! See the awesome colorguard. =)

Lets see. Life stinks, but I'm finding pluses to cancel out the minuses. yup. rocks my socks.

But... I'm still waiting for that moment. The time when I feel the comforting burn in me. The time I become aware of what I'm supposed to know. The time when everything will just fall into place.

I know it's coming.

I can feel it.

~Teensie Queen

It's good to be in love...
It really does suit you
Just like everything
I'm happy your in love
'Cause every color goes where you do

Friday, September 7, 2007

Hide And Seek (Imogen Heap)

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.

Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.

You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.