Hey! I changed my layout and I LOVE IT! I was looking for elf ones and especially Lothlorien ones like this forever, since everyone says I'm tall enough and I look like the defintion of Tolkien's elves. Here I show it, though and I live in Lorien with Haldir *sigh*. Well my other diary, http://hiccup588.diaryland.com has a new and different layout, totally devoited to elves...can ya tell if ya look at it?! I have I feeling that I admire these ones so much, that I don't think I will change them. Either that, or I'll find other perfect LOTR ones, but this is perfect. This is very, very close. I am an elf, I believe in them, seriously, I do. I am an elf, so you better believe in them too. Remember-I Love Haldir and everything about him!! lol. Haven't updated in a few days. I've been 18th century reenacting, where we dress up in 1775 clothes and this weekend we went to the Lebanon Town Green. We basically show people what it's like to live back then. We can bring 21st century stuff, but we MUST keep it hidden. There were Brits and Americans pretending to be on the Brit side, pirates, settlers, and Americans. My family and group is on the American/settler side, because we're in Lebanon Town Militia. The pirates were on the Brit side. There were sutlers, but I didn't buy anything. Kristen bought Jayson (the other Jayson's YOUNGER brother-this Jayson isn't dead) and I some Swedish fish. Yum. So I was gone all weekend. My friend Spike, we call him, unless you aren't his friend, then you call him Blade, was there, but I didn't know that until Sunday afternoon! Damn! Spike is hott, he's like 15 or something but he's soo hott! He's a pirate guy. Molly likes him too. Anyway, they had the fake play battle for the public and just entertaining viewing, I guess. But it was Sunday, I was sitting against the tree reading and writing poems in my poem book, and this 17 or 18 year-old guy sits next to me. He says, "What are you doing on a day like this?" I replied "Just writing and reading poems." "That you wrote?" He questions me. "Yup." Smiling, he asks, "Which is your favourite?" I show him my poem 'My Mountain Rose'. (I'll write it down later). He reads it and smiles again. "Who is it about?" he says. "A good friend who I talk to a lot and helps me out. He's really very noce and cool, from here, Connecticut." I reply and returning the smile. He grins again and we chat about the reenactment and other stuff. Thought the 'battle' thing was over, and he was supposed to be in it, Kristen, Jayson, Andrew, and Mike want me. So I said cya later to the guy. But before we all left on Sunday to go home, he caught me and said, "I hope to see you next event!" and grins at me with beautiful, deep, dark eyes. I stared into those eyes. I lost myself for a moment. I know that it has been a little since I got lost in a guy's loving eyes. And that gave me a taste of heaven that I want more of. "Hopefully!" I smiled and blinked lovingly, and breathed in deep, so not to fall over from shock! I had to go, but I said bye. He said cya, also. But one thing I forgot to ask-what his name was!! I thought, 'oh damnit, Carrie! Fuck!' Oh well. I'll remember him, and he may remember me. he is from Connecticut, but I'll have to look for him.
I was listening to Barenaked Ladies, "If I Had A Million Dollars." Last year, Cobey Boyce, Ryan Soucy, and I changed it to "If I Had A Whole One Dollar." So it would go like this: If I had a whole one dollar, (If I had a whole one dollar) I would still have to walk to the store cuz we can't take a limousine cuz it costs so much more...lol. that was great. I don't talk to Cobey anymore cuz I have no classes with him. Cobey was great, really funny and nice. Boy, here I am, going on and on, when no one is telling me to get of memory lane!! Geez, go to the future road. Thanks, guys. I appreciate you TELLING ME!!
Yea, today things were shitty, everyine is screwed up, and the people who wanted to go to D.C. go tomorrow. I went. I don't wanna go again, so my frineds are going. Oh well, fuck D.C.! All night in a car with the fucking tards! No way! I'll stay here, thanks.
Today, all day, I have been sleepy, and when we'd do work or something, I'd fade back to a memory, and how I could tie it in and relate it to what I was doing, then I shook my head and woke from the one-minute daze. It was weird, a daze all in my mind. I looked like I was working and thinking like always, but my mind wandered to space, in galaxy past and to planet memories. What a fucked up day it was. If you only knew, it was so freaky. It was creepy. It was sad. It was hurtful. It was past. It was beautiful. It was anger. It was tenebrous. It was loneliness. It was deppressing. It was constant pain. It was me. It was...my memories.
the girl
i'm lorelai. brown hair. tall. 15 years old. bisexual and proud of it. wiccan. coffee & cereal addict. creative. lives for music and friends. irish. wants to fuck craig parker and keith. make fair trade. want more? see my eljay
loves
steal away. coldplay. stars. christie. music. friends. cutting. piano. magic. shoes. reading. lotr. harry potter. writing. piercings. tattoos. swearing. true love. my sisters
loves
school. liars. matt. people who think they're 'all that'. abercrombie. boy bands. hilary duff. rap music. commercials. homophobics. hot weather. unrequited love. jerks. lawn work. pain.