I smell sex and candy here..."
~Sex and Candy by Marcy's Playground
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Just a quick little update from 3an.

My all~time favourite author is hereby Ayn Rand.

She's written classics such as The Fountainhead (which my new sig is from) and Anthem. She also wrote Atlas Shrugged which I'm working on right now.

Her ideas are the smartest I've ever heard. Close second? Chuck Palahnuik. Author of Fight Club and Choke- both great books. Still, Ayn Rand tops. I mean, she wrote in the 40's. But her ideals and beliefs and so beyond most of modern day culture. It gives sense to the world by proving how nonsensical everything really is.

And it's made me proud to have an ego. When I get home in a week, if I remember, I'll post the quote that gives the previous sentance sense.

Until then,
sending marshmellows and twizzlers to all,
3an

p.s, check the new sig for a quote from The Fountainhead by my favourite character ever, Howard Roark, Architect.

Song title: IIIIIIII'M A DOORRRRRRRRK!!!!
eighty thousand notes.








Dorktime.



ps i like that 70s show too

HANGING OUT
DOWN THE STREET
THE SAME OLD THING
WE DID LAST WEEK
NOT A THING TO DO
BUT TALK TO YOU
WE'RE ALL ALRIGHT
WE'RE ALL ALRIGHT!!

HELLO WISCONSON!!!!!!


3an here, sending a PSA [public service anouncement]

That 70's Show is hereby the best show to just watch for hours on end while being bored.


Yet another PSA, staying up until every night is in fact bad for you.

Last PSA of the day, on Saterday, I'll be leaving for my dad's in PA.

That is all.

Signing off to find my lighter,
3an
♥

Soooo daniellejadeheedaawrds told me to write a new journal on here because she's sick of the old one. But I have nohting to say. And I don't feel so good.

So insterad i have a present:

[link]

oh wait i have another one
[link]

I love that song. it's such an acid trip. BUT WITHOUT THE ACID!!!! HOLY JEEZUS!!!!



I will leave you with a beautifufl haiku:

my heart aches with pain
when i see you, i vomit
die away from me

i love poetry!


PS.
I'm not wearingr pants.

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles
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♫~♫~♫~♫~♫~♫~♫~♫~♫~♫~♫~♫

Sorry about the last journal guys T'was a dark night. But not like that movie, because I didn't like it. *waits for gasps, then moves on*

Anywho, at it is now offically July 13, I'm declaring a day of sun. Because today, I have the sun. (For those of you who don't get the reference, [link] She's a great poet. And this peice was for me. And I loved it. I still do. It captured my emotion perfectly and it was written amazingly.)

So today, this thirteenth day of the seventh month, is a day of sun. A day of owning it. A day of rememberence. A day of being fucking pathetic (me, not anyone else, not being mean, promise). A birthday. The birthday of love.

Love, you're remembered. You're remembered by flame. You are flame. You are love. You're not real, but that's what you are.

A couple wise people once told me, "No matter how hard it gets, don't let go." Well, I haven't. And today, I'm going to celebrate that. I'm going to celebrate him. And me being pathetic.

Happy Birthday, Love.