a day in the life...
hey this is courtney, and no one visits this damn page, so its here bascially for a whole lotta nothing. if you are reading this and you're not me... wait... you probably are me...
basics*
name// courtney
background// canadian, chinese, irish, south african
age// 17 (july 16th, 1986)
fav movies// the acid house, american history X, requiem for a dream , igby goes down, trainspotting, the dangerous lives of altar boys, b.monkey, donnie darko, the lord of the rings (3rd the most)
fav tv shows// that 70's show, the O.C , Gilmore Girls, Smallville, Conan O'Brien, America's Next Top Model (my reality TV indulgence)
hooked on// oliver's twist (cooking shows) reading, bailey's cheescake and chai tea, taking pictures
muse-IK// the dandy warhols, guster, fall out boy, all american rejects, michelle branch, phantom planet, dashboard confessional, death cab for cutie, coldplay, chet baker, minus the bear, the postal service, yellowcard, fefe dobson
cant wait until// semi
singing all day// the darkness "i beleive in a thing called love"
gotta love this pic// Alex and I + Toothbrushes + Photobooth =
currently...*
peeling through ... Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
and...
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I'm excited to start it!
*im thinking....
i don't have much to say right now... although this is something
i wrote this morning.
painted shut in love and hate
so this it what it all meant
nothing at all
so you come as fake as the throne you sit on
and the rainbow fades into your dreams
yeah, those dreams that are full of uncertainties
and lies
and light, where you hoped it had been darkness
you created that world of illusion and wonder
left us all to ponder
what you may be thinking of next
but you were just thinking the same
what you may be thinking of next
to impress the rest
those lying eyes you painted green and blue
filled our hearts of hope
filled our eyes with biting tears
making us all blind
and there was no time
to run for cover and scream your name
baring a warning of you
it wasn't me, it's you
so fall back down to our level
cry into the night that you were wrong
or play along with the saddest song
and have fun for the evening
there was nothing else to do anyways, was there?
and this is when your blueprints folded
i found out who you really were
if only everyone listened to your confession
to my discovery
i look for someone to listen to my discovery
all is dark and bare
you made it your quest to scare
and it is only i and the wandering imaginations
who knows who you really are
so speak your forgein languages and fill others with hate
i can no longer take this rage you cover with whipped tales
of sad endings and happy beginnings
of love lost and found again
you can't be bound anymore by my shaking palms
so run free little pretender of orange, white, and green
why don't you sell your soul a little more?
i must throw out a caution
into the minds of other girls like me waiting for their evil inspiration
*bits and pics
have a laugh, go here >> The End of the World, HOKAY?
