haha.. ok.. so for those who didn’t figure it out…
yes, angie still currently owns this xanga…..
alex: “she¡¦s writing BS while I’m explaining it all” gosh alex… i’m quite disappointed.. i was expecting a much more spectacular come-back from the “great xander skyrien” but………. i guess wimps will be wimps~
so.. what’s this “If Angie think she¡¦s pretty enough for a 5 megapixel picture, then sure, I’m sure I’ll see this signal” about?? i’m confused……. but yeah.. i DO kinda want my xanga back now… it’s kinda awkward writing here… cuz i don’t even know who reads it now.. alex’s friends or my friends?? > < |||| ahh whatever…
as u can see.. i’m just rambling on randomly….. lalalalala… ok.. i’m done……. bye bye~

Sitting at my computer with my xanga back now, while I still have full control over allangel_angiela’s xanga; staring at the screen blankly, unsure of what it is I’d like to write about. It sure feels good to be in control.

Raking my hands through my hair, I decided that a quick lather would be nice. The mirror in the bathroom fogged up from the moisture in the hot water, and I stood hunched over the sink staring into my reflection in the mirror. < ?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office” />

I think I’ve changed. I feel different. I think differently. I’ve really been thinking about something; everything; yes, something. I think I have decided…

I like men.

I know people usually kid around about this, but I’d like people to take me seriously. I hope everyone accepts me for who I am.

I feel accusing eyes burning into the back of my head. Grabbing the mouse, I slowly move the pointer over to the submit button. I’m out.

(TBC at a later date)

Once again… I’ve said I’d contiue something and decided not to… not now anyway. More fascinating things have cropped up since…

My sleep has been perturbed by many dreams lately. And after sleeping many-a dreamless night, I can’t say I mind. Today’s dream however reaches a little further into the realm of oddness that i find so enthralling.

Very weirdly… there was a scene of fighting a war against the Polish… but that came after. It was night time, and i was running (or running away) along a single laned highway that ran above a jungle. (The scene was predominantly greens and black.) and i came to an intersection. there was a soldier there that wouldnt let me pass… but someone from beside me told me to take the blue ladder (and this was in latin for some odd reason). The “Blue Ladder” was a scaffolding leading down from the highway, into the forest.

I climbed down, eager to get to where I wanted to go… the moonlight bathed the whole jungle in a greenish glow (from the leaves)… and then i heard shooting.

It was far away at first, and the men beside me (high school aged) were standing tense and ready. The whole scene was almost like a game.. maybe it was. Below the tree line, the scaffolding became a fence seperating two large areas with a gravel corridor. The sides were almost completely shrouded by leaves; I knew the soldiers shooting into our side were firing blindly. Flashes of light down the leafy divide caught my attention–far beyond, I saw Anubhav shooting away at others in the corridor. I knew it–the bastard never was a pacifist… I kept myself hidden behind the huge leaves; the muzzle flashes came closer. Finally, a whole wall of leaves tore down from the opposing side, and twenty or so kids began pelleting our still-leaved side. I picked up my gun and aimed at… Akif! He was shooting into the wall adjacent to mine. Triple-leaded him and he fell–bloodless. Shocked at what i had just seen/done, I sat up from my position… only to find that I was still in my room.

That was actually one of my more fun dreams, but that doesn’t compare with the dream I had the night before. I’ll write about it later. It involves Jabali, a Purple haired, purple eyed girl, a schoolbus, ketchup and mustard bottles, soul calibur, capron, model houses… etc… yes, odd no?