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Alicyn's Page Full of Wonderful [[image:Photo_164.jpg width="256" height="192"]]
//**A lot can change in five years**//...

But I’ll still wear watermelon lip gloss.
 * Somewhere in that time you learn how to apply makeup **
 * I’ve left behind the blue eye shadow.

You start shopping at real stores, wearing colors, clothes that fit, and somewhere I’ve gained a sense of what matches and what doesn’t. But I’ll still wear the occasional black shirt. You finally learn how to control all ten pounds of hair, I’ve lost the split ends, and the part straight down the middle. But I still have (improved) bangs. You gain confidence and make new friends I've left behind the bad influences **
 * But I'm still close with those who matter. **

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__Warm Up 21: Revision of My Random Thoughts__ I’m pondering about Whitney wanting to listen to music, and how I have to work tonight; I can’t remember if I work til close or if I can get off early. If I do get off early I’m going to go watch Cruel Intentions 3 with Katy, because he night before we watched Cruel Intentions at Joey’ house and it was…interesting, to say the least. This plain Dasani water, I wish I would have gotten a packet of flavor to enhance it with. I wonder what I’ll be doing this weekend. I have to work Friday, but maybe I’ll have time to hang out with people after that and paint the town red! I’m glad we don’t have early morning band tomorrow morning, since we’ll have school pictures, but I wish we didn’t have to go outside at all…it will destroy my hair. What will I wear for pictures? Should I take a shower tonight or in the morning…Sierra’s ribbon in her hair is gold and shiny, I wish I owned more ribbons to accentuate my hair. Dylan’s bookbag is such a bright, neon shade of yellow, it’s ridiculous.

Whosoever room this is should be proud! His guitars arranged in a straight line. His naughty posters of women on the walls Angie isn’t happy, but John says that’s just fine.

His pictures from dances are all in one drawer His questionable pole in the middle of his room His Scene It lay by his TV And his cds lying around, like Impending Doom ! media type="file" key="Movie 1.mov" width="300" height="300"This is Dylan's voice



//I woke up in the morn... I rolled right out of bed. I wasn't quite awake just yet, Somehow I hit my head!

And then I drank some joe, To wake me up some more. I quickly put on makeup And headed out the door

Yet I was late for school It's really not my fault Mom, it's a Monday morning! //

 What I want is Enough power

To make a difference In peoples lives

What I want is Enough knowledge

To share with the world What I want is

Enough soul To express myself

What I want is A smile

From a stranger Knowing that I caused it

What I want is Enough strength

To get through any obstacles And achieve everything I want.