Friday, June 11, 2004 .:.Uniquely maladjusted... But fun.:. 12:45 AM
.:.Uniquely maladjusted... But fun.:. 12:42 AM Thursday, June 10, 2004 I'm sorry. That's really all I can say. The words don't mean anything any more. Everybody says 'sorry'. They cry, too. You were so young. So noble. Perfect. And they watch me now, from the corner of their eyes; I suppose they're wondering if I was the one to do it. If I killed you. After all, two of us touched the trophy. Both of us disapeared, but I'm the only one who came back alive. Somedays I wish it had been you, just so I wouldn't see the look in their eyes. I still deam of That Night. All of it. From the Challenges in the Triwizard Tournament to reaching the Cup together to that horrifying flash of light. Sometimes I wish it had been me. Perhaps it should have been me. I remember how they tied us up, each to a different tombstone; how htey made me watch as He killed you. I told Dumbledore when we came back - or I did with your body. I told him and used His name. "Voldemort is back." I said. "He is reborn." I'm sorry. I've tried to fight, to rally everyone... But I'm not you. I'm sorry, Harry. I'm so sorry... Well, we're off to a new fight. Wish us luck. ~ Cedric turned from the simple tombstone and turned up his collar, walking away. .:.Uniquely maladjusted... But fun.:. 5:02 PM Random links - Wa-hoo! *focl* Fundie! fundies are funny.... More later. I should go to bed. .:.Uniquely maladjusted... But fun.:. 12:34 AM Monday, June 07, 2004 This is a lot of fun. Oh, and there is a target. Took me a minute to find it.This looks fun to watch. I wouldn't want to do it myself. .:.Uniquely maladjusted... But fun.:. 11:26 PM *falls out of her chair, laughing her head off* It's the Christian Diet! Several. Different. ones... Wait... .:.Uniquely maladjusted... But fun.:. 8:25 PM Sunday, June 06, 2004 Come By The Hills- Emerald Rose. A popular traditional tune with words by Gordon Smith Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free Stand where the peaks meet the sky and the rocks reach the sea, Where the rivers run clear and the bracken lies gold in the sun And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done. Come by the hills to the land where life is a song And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long, Where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune, And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done. Come by the hills to the land where legend remains Where stories of old stir the heart and my yet come again, Where the past has been lost and the future is still to be won, And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done. .:.Uniquely maladjusted... But fun.:. 11:35 PM |
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