Love isnt about forgeting the problem.. [entries|friends|calendar] another day of keeping the act up I'm Shannon, and I am 17 years old. I am very energetic and will just about try anything... once. I sing all the time, I am an alto in Choral and CC-2. I also work backstage, mainly because I love power tools to death. My specialty are drills and mitor saws. (Wanna drill?!) BROADWAY It isn't about forgetting the problem... It's about forgiving the problem. "life's a labyrinth, full of twists and turns. you can't see the pattern when you're in the middle of it. can't see where you've been, where you're going. but if you'll let go of the need for a map, and just trust, you'll find you're way to the center." "joy, laughter, love - real magic that changes things. actions must be rooted in love not anger, even at injustice. to feel those things, you have to heal yourself, and help yourself, before you can truly help others. change yourself and you can change the world around you." "So in the end, was it worth it? Jesus Christ. How irreparably changed my life has become. It's always the last days of summer and I've been left out in the cold with no door to get back in. I'll grant you I've had more than my share of poignant moments. Life passes most people by when they're busy making grand plans for it. Throughout my lifetime I've left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there's almost barely enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent. There are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door." "Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead." Thespians Bad Ass Layouts AIM: Haunted Silences E-mail: Smack@lakeorion.k12.mi.us This layout was made by from scratch by Suzanne (Anything_Goes88). The image used for the header was found through a Google search. The font used was Amazone BT. Graphics are © and may not be used without prior permission. [ userinfo | livejournal userinfo ] [ calendar | livejournal calendar ]

[ August 12th, 2007 @ 4:46 pm ] In a few short weeks I will be moving out to Kalamazoo and I'm pretty sure that will now be my new home. I don't know how often I will be in town, prolly every once every few months. So if you want to hang out before I peace the fuck outtta here, gimme a call anytime from now till the 31st and we'll work something out. Oh and I'm gonna be back in the zoo from the 13th to the 20th moving most of my shit out there... and because I need a vacation. peace out mother fuckers :)

[ August 3rd, 2007 @ 9:17 pm ] its 9:17 and what is there to do with your life but try and name all 50 states... i love dso.

[ July 14th, 2007 @ 11:25 am ] i want, i need... some how to believe.

[ July 2nd, 2007 @ 12:57 am ] Forgive, sounds good. Forget, I'm not sure I could. They say time heals everything, But I'm still waiting I'm through, with doubt, There's nothing left for me to figure out, I've paid a price, and i'll keep paying I'm not ready to make nice, I'm not ready to back down, I'm still mad as hell And I don't have time To go round and round and round It's too late to make it right I probably wouldn't if I could Cause I'm mad as hell Can't bring myself to do what it is You think I should I know you said Why can't you just get over it, It turned my whole world around and i kind of like it I made by bed, and I sleep like a baby, With no regrets and I don't mind saying, It's a sad sad story That a mother will teach her daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger. And how in the world Can the words that I said Send somebody so over the edge That they'd write me a letter Saying that I better shut up and sing Or my life will be over I'm not ready to make nice, I'm not ready to back down, I'm still mad as hell And I don't have time To go round and round and round It's too late to make it right I probably wouldn't if I could Cause I'm mad as hell Can't bring myself to do what it is You think I should I'm not ready to make nice, I'm not ready to back down, I'm still mad as hell And I don't have time To go round and round and round It's too late to make it right I probably wouldn't if I could Cause I'm mad as hell Can't bring myself to do what it is You think I should Forgive, sounds good. Forget, I'm not sure I could. They say time heals everything, But I'm still waiting

[ June 24th, 2007 @ 2:47 am ] i am slowly falling apart, i wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start. you might think its easy being me... you just stand still and look pretty.

[ June 15th, 2007 @ 12:30 am ] [ mood | sad ] one of my best, best, BEST friends is in town for the next few weeks. yay! although tonight didnt kick off the joy of our time we will spend :-( RIP Levi June 14, 2007

[ June 8th, 2007 @ 3:25 am ] all i want is for you to be happy. pinkey swear.

[ May 30th, 2007 @ 2:25 am ] question... do i really want to know? if its important enough, i'll find out.

lines of separation [ May 26th, 2007 @ 2:41 am ] [ mood | awake ]  its funny. a lot of people love to categorise their friends, relationships... their life. what is ironic of creating these separations between people and aspects of your life, is that all you are doing is building a wall between you and every aspect of your life. and what happens when that line of separation becomes to thick?? a wall is there, blocking that connection that was once there. and even the deepest connection can be broken. and after the wall is up, is it even worth trying to bring it down?

one word [ May 16th, 2007 @ 8:32 pm ] awkward.

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