"Iire I Ringa en' Hesin tulin...lintitinwe fui selma topė aurė...Mi I hayla en' I Anar...Mmė tasar vanta mi sįra mistė...Nan mi olórė...Amin er ten lya essė...Ar mi olórė...Mmė tasar omenta ata...Iire I airė ar oronti lanta...Ar mmė tulin, ana en' aurė...Mi I morna amin ten a yello...Yello nye en...Im tasar tara...Ar ata ata" {When the cold of winter comes...Starless night will cover day...In the veiling of the sun...We will walk in bitter rain...But in dreams...I still hear your name...And in dreams...We will meet again...When the seas and mountains fall...And we come, to end of days...In the dark I hear a call...Calling me there...I will go there...And back again} ...All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter...Not All Who Wander Are Lost...The Old that is Strong Does Not Wither...Deep Roots Are Not Reached By The Frost...From the Ashes A Fire Shall Be Woken...A Light From the Shadows Shall Spring...Renewed Shall Be Blade that Was Broken...The Crownless Again Shall Be King...Seek For The Sword That Was Broken: In Imaldris It Dwells: There Shall Be Counsels Taken...Stronger Than Morgul Spells...There Shall Be Shown A Token....That Doom Is Near At Hand...For Isildur's Bane Shall Be Woken...And The Halfling Forth Shall Stand...

"Seek for the Sword that was broken:
In Imladris it dwells;

There shall be counsels taken
Stronger than Morgul-spells.

There shall be shown a token
That Doom is near at hand,

For Isildur's Bane shall waken,
And the Halfling forth shall stand."

May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home
Morniė utśliė
(Quenya: Darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Morniė alantiė
(Quenya: Darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now



tragic ‡ Boromir would die for me.
ŗ I brake!! : Boromir ŗ
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2004, My Hero...and liberal plushies.
( 2004-12-31 @ 9:53 p.m. )

Say something profound. After all it is New Years!


~Blinks~


Allright then.

"HOLY SHIT! A CAR!"

"North Carolina...it's like...WHATEVER!"


"I'm going to file that under to much fucking information."

"Butter cookies you see, are AGAINST the Geneva convention."

"Oh yes! Cute, soft and fluffy, like a liberal plushie!"

"It's like impending doom...covered in chocolate from Switzerland."

There, is THAT profound enough for you?

Probably not. However when you spend a year in the company of politicians, people who dont wear underwear {see profound statement #3}, and have the most bizzare telephoen conversaions known to man at 1 am......you tend to get a bit nutty somewhere inbetween.

I oculd wrap up the year in synopsis. Rachel and I drunk at Disney, Rachel and I kissing Lars, Floridas 5 billion hurricanes, my Political experiences which I can neatly sum up in two words.

JOHN EDWARDS.

Getting closer to Jamie, and Beckers, and Thor {Do not place small pieces in mouth, you will suffocation, or wimple a pressboard coem to think of it.}


I made new friends, got closer to old ones........found out some politicans really DO CARE...and if your really cool, they will buy you lunch.

I learned that Jamie is probably one of the best poets alive, that Beckers is me when I was her age, that Rachel is my sister, that Kate still loves me, and that Thor is like insanely hilarious and I love him to bits as a friend.

I learned I am destined to be a Lawyer and Politician/Senator.

I can breathe again....most importantly. I can breathe and the magic is still alive within me.

Never forget the magic is still alive.


Never forget to spread that magic around.


Never forget to believe.


Never forget to tell your friends nhow much you love them.

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams.


Live to be inspired, then live to inspire others.


Never, never, never quit.

Your heart is a muscle thie size of your fist, keep loving, keep fighting.


And on that note, I leave you with a picture from my roomate. She drew it, it's me and My Hero John Edwards. Cute huh?


Now if you'll excuse me...the mauve faeries are jigging again....

Always.

Ivy

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