Shannyn Winterstein

2 months 3 weeks later

Mon, 03 Apr 2006 16:04:41 GMT

i know you read this sometimes. or you use to. i'm sorry. i never meant for us to get to where we couldnt even speak to each other. just so you know i meant everything i said in those years. i never thought we would be here now. so yeah, i'll see you sometime.

WHAT!!!!!!!!!! Check it out JEN!

Tue, 22 Nov 2005 22:24:03 GMT

You scored as Batman, the Dark Knight. As the Dark Knight of Gotham, Batman is a vigilante who deals out his own brand of justice to the criminals and corrupt of the city. He follows his own code and is often misunderstood. He has few friends or allies, but finds comfort in his cause.

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Batman, the Dark Knight

92%

The Amazing Spider-Man

83%

Lara Croft

79%

Captain Jack Sparrow

71%

Maximus

71%

William Wallace

67%

Neo, the "One"

63%

Indiana Jones

63%

James Bond, Agent 007

58%

The Terminator

46%

El Zorro

29%

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TO A KT WEST

Wed, 28 Sep 2005 21:32:11 GMT

KATIE WEST!
6 HOURS,31 MIN.
BUT INCASE I CANT CALL YOU IN THE MORNING, AND I DONT KNOW YOUR WORK NUMBER:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PRETTY MUCH I KNOW YOU WILL LOOK YOUR BIRTHDAY BEST.

I LOVE YOU LADY.

SHANNON

entry #2 "too slow too carefull. the typewriter's a gun. show em some steel.

Fri, 26 Aug 2005 21:07:33 GMT

i know this is long but good god if you have the time its worth it!

Warren Ellis
Tranmetropolitan

"there's a jungle rhythm beating out below me; the sound of truncheons hammering on riot shields, police tradition when the streets get nasty. i'm in angels 8, above what will doubtless be called the Transient Riot. history's only written by the winners, after all, and if the cops want it called the Transient Riot, then that's how it'll be. because there;s going to be Transietn blood all over this place. and you know something? it's not their fault.

the transietns couldn't have managed this on their own. they're just big kids who thought it'd be fun to live inside and alien body. a sane society would've tagged them for the waterheads they are and bought them a big playground. but no one even checked to see if their silly claim for secession was feasibel. civic center just decided to stam on them instead. they paid a few transients off to start some trouble, deliberatly marring a non-violent demonstration.

spontaneous violence, the only ecuse civic center would have to send in the riot cps. these people are bleeding down there for a scam. its a show of power. how dare anybody ignore the authority of civic center? how dare a bunch of freaks try and thing for themselves? so lets go out and stomp on children, lunatics and incompetents, because by damit makes our balls feel big. i can see a blatantly unarmed transient man with half his face hanging off, and three cops working him over anyway.one of them is groping his own erection.

i', sorry. is that too hard an observation for you? does that sound too much like the truth? IF ANYONE IN THIS SHITHOLE CITY GAVE TWO TUGS OF A DEAD DOG'S COCK ABOUT TRUTH, THIS WOULDNT BE HAPPENING.i wouldn't be looking down at a dead boy, thirteen if he's a day, draped over the hood of a police wagon. no one's eyes would be bleeding from incapacity sprays of the nerve bomblets the cops are launching down cranberry. i wouldnt be surrounded up here by the people who have to live and work here, weeping openly.

enjoying this? you like the way i describe disgusting shit happening to people you probably walked past in the street last week? good. you earned it with your silence. you see. here's how it works; civic center and the cops do what the fuck they like and you sit still. your boss does what he likes. the asshole at the tollbooth, the bouncer at your local bar, the security guy who fristks you at the clinic, the papers and feedsites that lie to you for the hell of it. they do what they like. and what do you do? you pay them. this 'riot' here, this terrible shit-rain visited upon a bunch of naive and uppity fetishists; you paid for this. lap it up. you must like it when people in authoiry they never earned lie to you."

all people should read...comics.

Thu, 25 Aug 2005 21:17:29 GMT

FRAY
JOSS WHEDON

"Finally. Things get clearer. This how i begin."

"you do not want a war. you have known violence, you have suffered loss. but you have seen nothing of war. war is not just the business of death. it is the antithesis of life. hope tortured and flayed. reason, dimembered, grinning at its limbs in its lap. decency raped to death. you will be a murderer. an more. you will be a leader.the slayer fights most often alone, but in times of battle, she is called upson to lead. this will be hard for you, harder even than killing. you're hardly a part of the community, let alone a respected one. people will not listen. but you will make yourself heard. i have a gift for you. it is a weapon. forged eons ago, for the salyer alone. lost for centureis. carry it for it is your sword and your scepter. let it proclaim you the hero--and the monster--that you will need to be. make your war."

"so what are you waiting for? take me on. hurt my world. i dare you."

Mon, 09 May 2005 01:32:09 GMT

remind me, why did i work my ass off for a c? a god damn fucking c. i hate math.
katie i want to come home.

OUR CAT IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN ANYTHING!

Thu, 24 Mar 2005 04:23:09 GMT

Sat, 29 Jan 2005 00:44:48 GMT

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Marianne Williamson

Thu, 13 Jan 2005 04:08:42 GMT

Two nights of dry heaving and I am sure there will be a repeat performance tonight.
I don’t think I will feel like talking for a couple days.

Sat, 18 Dec 2004 03:32:45 GMT

i am selling my ibook
its a G3 700 MHz 128MB/20GB/Combo
it has an apple protection plan that last till sept 2005
(its a one year plan and i bought it in sept of this year)
is has OS IX and OS X
i have a full copy of photoshop on there i can leave that on but i dont have the cd
i am asking $800 or best offer. pretty good since i paid $1200
leave me a post or email me at shannyn6@yahoo.ca if you are interested or have a question

Mon, 06 Dec 2004 03:01:41 GMT

I am aware of who I am, and I am aware of my personal growth or digressions, and I am aware how many faults came by growing too soon. I am aware of the blame I let slip out onto others, and the anger that I let dwell. I know the things that make me angry, and how I deal makes it worse. I let simple things destroy me the same as the detrimental ones. I know what is bothering me, and I know why I am angry, I know I am not suppose to tell, it was agreed it was for the best.

Today none of this is for the best.

HEY JEN

Wed, 10 Nov 2004 14:08:02 GMT

and for the rest who might need to know. i am moving. to the other side or town, the gutter, the bad side, the poor side. yet the still very expensive to rent side. talk to you more about it. my phone number will be the same. i move sat.

november 3 2004/2000

Wed, 03 Nov 2004 16:41:34 GMT

i might be too hard on my body. but my mind sure does like the breaks. i like this week. it feels right, but i know its not.

tonight.

Mon, 18 Oct 2004 02:36:06 GMT

i have had enough of waiting for you, and doing this shit drawing for you, this bad mood is only getting worse. wish i was smoking a joint with jess in armstrong park right now.

Mon, 27 Sep 2004 01:17:39 GMT

The thing I am best at in this world is love. I love with everything I have. What kind of job do you get when the thing you are best at is that? I’m fuck’d.

thursday night rant

Fri, 17 Sep 2004 02:39:43 GMT

my scar is filling me with nausea, and i know i am likely to hate this post cause i hate to post. and an old friend says she thinks i am sad and stand-off ish i am not gonna fight her on that. and old friends how do we lose them? and a new friends thinks i am amazing and i am likely to fight him on that cause i am only inspired when i see you do the things you do. and i wish when i opened my mouth my feelings would come out, i wish they were not so shy. and i could tell you i love you and tell you i hate you and that i miss you and that i need you even though i try not to and that you make me alive and you make me die and none of that is the same person and you are all different but all mean something even if it means i want you to drop dead at my feet so i can spit on you or that i could hold you close forever you all mean something.

'what do i do this for i got to get out some more."

how was that for a typical emo post.

I AM IN LOVE

Fri, 10 Sep 2004 22:19:05 GMT

it is true why would i lie to the livejournal world?
today i was on the radio, but while in the radio station i copied their advanced copy of the new tegan and sara cd. it will be hard for you to believe what i have to say. but it needs to be said. this is the best tegan and sara i have ever herd. never have i been so smitten with htem as i am right now, i am on the edge of creepy. you must all buy it on tuesday, i will be and i already have it. in love i tell you in love.
bye

May 29 - June 1 2004

Tue, 01 Jun 2004 21:54:26 GMT

It's just another phase that I'll go through
This time I'm sure I'll lose you

A declaration from one side to another in a moffatt song is not a good sign for the profound me. And in an exhausted sigh I will admit I hate what I become.

oh what a day...

Wed, 05 May 2004 17:30:45 GMT

I use to just like you but now I know its love. True love!

Cheddar, havarti, swiss, feta, blue, marble, mozzarella, all of you (yes even the fake stuff that come out of a pump) ! I love you all!
Looking for me? I am at a cheese orgy!

so much to say these days

Tue, 13 Apr 2004 23:16:06 GMT

I wonder if what I am doing is self destructive or therapeutic. It is equally questionable if the art was therapeutic or self destructive when it was done. Previously forcing myself to delve into my past, reviving mistakes and pain in art, never reliving the amazing, never correcting wrongs, just swallowed by paint.

Am I just a common day version of myself?

If I am its to late. I plastered all the holes, tomorrow I will sand and in two weeks my room will be white then yellow, and common. Just like every ordinary room. I know what the preceding me would say to the current me, it would cry, ‘FUCK YOU. You gave in.” Strangely I find myself ok with it, I might have been a bit of an ass back then, and clearly a potty mouth. So I will tolerate the insult and utter back, “So did you.”

oh "B"

Mon, 12 Apr 2004 04:00:25 GMT

Buffy
"why, faith?
what's in it for you?"
Faith
"what isn't? you know, i come to sunnydal, i'm a slayer,
i do my job kicking ass better than anyone,
and what do i hear everywhere i go? Buffy. so i slay, i behave, i do the
good-little girl routine,
and who does everyone thank? Buffy."
Buffy
"that's not my fault."
Faith
"everybody asks,
why can't you be more like Buffy?"
but did anyone ever ask
if you could be more like me?"

-"ENIMIES

leftovers of a conversation with braydon

Sun, 11 Apr 2004 22:46:36 GMT

This insincerity cannot be it; I better not end at this. I better not become like them, the underscore of my life can never be talking about the game last night, seriously debating rules about sticks breaking. That better not be my end, I better not grow numb to the world I am a member of. My work is a humiliation to the angst of my past; I have nothing innovative or passionate to show. I have ink and paper, I have paint and canvas, but I have no art. I have no illustration of things once muttered as mess into art. If this it, if this is where my obsession concludes then what is it inside that feels so trapped?

hmmmmm

Sat, 10 Apr 2004 04:42:51 GMT

so emo.

i can't stop

Thu, 08 Apr 2004 04:32:57 GMT

In the shadows of tall buildings
Of fallen angels on the ceilings
Oily feathers in bronze and concrete
Faded colors, peices left incomplete
The line moves slowly past the electric
Fence across the borders between
Continents

In the cathedrals of new york and
Rome there is a feeling that you should
Just go home and spend a lifetime
Finding out just where that is

In the shadows of tall buildings the
Architecture is slowly peeling marble
Statues and glass dividers someone
is watching all of the outsiders the line
Moves slowly through the numbered
Gate past the mosaic of the head of
State

In the cathedrals of new york and
Rome there is a feeling that you should
Just go home and spend a lifetime
Finding out just where that is

In the shadows of tall buildings of
Open arches endlessly kneeling sonic
Landscapes echoing vistas someone
is listening from a safe distance the
Line moves slowly into a fading light a
Final moment in the dead of night

In the cathedrals of new york and
Rome there is a feeling that you should
Just go home and spend a lifetime
Finding out just where that is

fuck this

Fri, 02 Apr 2004 05:01:15 GMT

defeated, physical, mental I am just done. When am I not sick?