From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #49 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Wednesday, February 9 2000 Volume 03 : Number 049 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: valentines day ["The Phoenix Princessa" ] Re: ET: valentines day ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: I've forgotten how to feel [JADED022@aol.com] Re: ET: valentines day [DPS8315@aol.com] Re: ET: valentines day ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: ~installment six~ (the end) [shivergirl ] ET: hello ["BigBlueJr  " ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 08 Feb 2000 22:16:03 -0800 From: "The Phoenix Princessa" Subject: ET: valentines day i hate valentines day. it's a hallmark holiday, i remind myself. just lame, lame, and all for the money. yah, right. well i still hate valentines day. so i'm just sending a reminder to everyone i care about about how much i hate this day, and how crappy it is, and how cool you all are, and now i'll end with my annual whine by jewel kilcher, "i hate valentines day." may this day die a miserable death. Its Valentines Day I wish I had a sweetheart Its Valentines Day I didnt even get a stinkin card Its Valentines Day I just have to say I hate Valentines Day Its Valentines Day And I didnt get no chocolate Its Valentines Day If I had a heart Id hock it Its Valentines Day I just have to say I hate Valentines Day Its Valentines Day I hope it finds ya healthy Its Valentines Day Im glad that your stinkin girlfriends wealthy Its Valentines Day And I just have to say I hate fuckin Valentines Day - --- "Shame Such a shame I think I kind of lost myself again Day Yesterday Really should be leaving but I stay Say Say my name I need a little love to ease the pain It's easy to remember when it came 'Cause it feels like I've been I've been here before And you are not my savior But I still don't go Feels like something that I've done before I could fake it but I still want more" - -massive attack- get your free gURLmAIL at http://www.gURLmAIL.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 09 Feb 2000 01:34:30 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: Re: ET: valentines day At 10:16 PM 2/8/00 -0800, The Phoenix Princessa wrote: >i hate valentines day. it's a hallmark holiday, i remind myself. just lame, lame, and all for the money. >yah, right. >well i still hate valentines day. so i'm just sending a reminder to everyone i care about about how much i hate this day, and how crappy it is, and how cool you all are, and now i'll end with my annual whine by jewel kilcher, "i hate valentines day." may this day die a miserable death. Hey, I TOTALLY agree! I wrote this poem last year "I hate Valentines Day" after thinking about Jewel's song...I think it was a sign of how my Valentines Day would turn out, but like this year I get so sick looking down the aisles in the grocery stores of boxes of chocolates in the shape of hearts and cards with all this cutesy crap. What I would give to receive a rose or a box of chocolates from someone or even to be able to give them to someone. I have declared that February 12th be declared "Anti Valentines Day". I have a songlist all ready to play and have a party in my room should this Valentines Dance my fraternity chapter is throwing go sour for me. So here I resend my poem "I hate Valentines Day" -Seth ======================================= "I hate Valentines Day" by Seth D. Fulmer February 7, 1999 I hate the day that starts with V And ends with 'alentine' It makes me sick and want to puke 3 shades of Lemon Lime I go to my room and shut the door And talk to no one except That little picture on the wall with my face upon it. I tell it'll be alright Even though I know it's a big lie I kiss myself upon the cheek And pretend it's my date tonight Cupid runs around all scornful Pricking those he feels Will have a chance to be great lovers And those whose kisses kill Every year is just the same Anxiety, Love, then Heartbreak Why not make this year different? Like "I love you, please stay here" All my life I've loved and cried All my life, girls have run to hide Because of this I hate the day That makes those like me die. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2000 16:17:42 EST From: JADED022@aol.com Subject: ET: I've forgotten how to feel I don't know who this one is for yet....Im thinking my Mother if anyone...Anyways, Its just another blurbie from my 3A.M adventures in writing! ~JADE~ (Im beginning to notice that I write a lot more, when I send more on the list out here....Then I feel like I have nothing new, so I make some (How's that for MOTIVATION!!!---thanks guys!) I've forgotten how to feel I've forgotten how to feel When you say the things you do It used to hurt so deep inside me I cried silently so you couldn't hear me I won't let you enjoy the pain you Bring upon me You try everytime to break me And somehow I manage To stay in one piece... But only from the outside Inside..... Pain raged through me. The daily dose of doubt You shove down my throat.... Tore down my strength Now this time Your hate...My Pain Reflected off The thick skin I've had to Grow accustomed to... I hardly noticed. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2000 16:31:36 EST From: DPS8315@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: valentines day In a message dated 2/9/00 1:19:20 AM US Eastern Standard Time, joyful-girl0@gurlmail.com writes: > i hate valentines day. it's a hallmark holiday, i remind myself. just lame, > lame, and all for the money. > yah, right. > well i still hate valentines day. so i'm just sending a reminder to everyone > i care about about how much i hate this day, and how crappy it is, and how > cool you all are, and now i'll end with my annual whine by jewel kilcher, "i > hate valentines day." may this day die a miserable death. I wanted to point out to the inquiring mind that Valentine's Day has been around since Victoria, probably even longer (I just know you can buy Victorian-Era V-Day Cards on Ebay) > but like this year I get so sick looking > down the aisles in the grocery stores of boxes of chocolates in the shape > of hearts and cards with all this cutesy crap. What I would give to > receive a rose or a box of chocolates from someone or even to be able to > give them to someone. I have declared that February 12th be declared "Anti > Valentines Day". A logical fallacy: 'all of this cutesy crap', but you still long to participate? Everyone has felt a certain amount of dissention towards holidays, but Valentine's Day is hardly the culprit. Dont have a loved one? No one giving you little candies? Yeah, every other single person feels like that to. Want the solution? Spend $30 on a dozen roses and find a way to deliver them to twelve, or one, of your friends. There is always someone willing to accept gifts. -happy valentine's day everyone- James ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 09 Feb 2000 19:20:38 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: Re: ET: valentines day James, I'd just like to tell you(and anyone else) that please watch what you say about this topic. The hatred I have for this holiday right now, if converted to flame, would not only light a simple flame but would make the disasters of Nagasaki and Hiroshima(spelling not accurate!) look like static electricity! You are honestly treading on very dangerous ground. My remarks follow. Yes I would like to participate in the "cutesy crap". However I want to participate with a girlfriend...not a girl - friend. You can't just go to a dating flick with a simple friend and hold her hand and buy her a dozen roses, and chocolates in a box the shape of a large heart with "I love you" written in pink script on the top with red ribbon and a bow on it. It would look WAY bad. Those who know me know that I don't do things simply. I go all out. I don't just buy 1 rose or go to the prom or a valentines dance as a couple...(well I didn't at my prom because I've changed since then and then I just went cuz it was the prom not because of females)...I'd go in a helicopter, airplane, or limosine double, triple, or quadruple dating with mine and her best friends and just getting a Hell of a lot of attention. You mentioned also buying roses and having them delivered to one of my friends. If I had them delivered to my friend Emily or Alison, they'd probably avoid me(more than Emily has been the past month or so). And although I love to receive roses, if a friend gave me roses, to me that isn't just a nice gesture. I'd think they wanted more. Last year I went to the Valentines Dance with my friend Holly(I'm sure you all suffered through my poetry about her) and I realized when I thought about it just this year that I had a worse time with her, just because I couldn't go all out, than I do when I'm by myself. Last year at the dance my friend Cindy hands me a rose to hand to Holly cuz she had gotten a white rose for every female...and my face got so red when she handed me the rose because I thought it was for me. And then she said to give to Holly and I did it so comfortably but it so crushed me that she wasn't giving it to me. Anyhow before I get really upset I'm gonna shut my trap. Talk to some of you later. Bye bye :) Seth D. Fulmer mailto:kaosking@voicenet.com At 04:31 PM 2/9/00 EST, DPS8315@aol.com wrote: >> but like this year I get so sick looking >> down the aisles in the grocery stores of boxes of chocolates in the shape >> of hearts and cards with all this cutesy crap. What I would give to >> receive a rose or a box of chocolates from someone or even to be able to >> give them to someone. I have declared that February 12th be declared "Anti >> Valentines Day". > >A logical fallacy: 'all of this cutesy crap', but you still long to >participate? Everyone has felt a certain amount of dissention towards >holidays, but Valentine's Day is hardly the culprit. Dont have a loved one? > No one giving you little candies? Yeah, every other single person feels >like that to. Want the solution? Spend $30 on a dozen roses and find a way >to deliver them to twelve, or one, of your friends. There is always >someone willing to accept gifts. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 09 Feb 2000 19:36:43 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~installment six~ (the end) + maybe i could go to the moon for real someday, and visit my secret friends who are smarter than me, even if they appear uglier than me; i'm not sure if they're weirder than me. i'm not naturally funny. but i don't try to be, either. some people just think quick. i used to get migraine headaches, now i eat when i'm hungry or when my hormones say i should. i could never be bulimic. i used to love winter, but i've spent too many here. fall is my favourite now, even if i forget to call it autumn. i like crisp air. i dig handsome men who aren't completely aware of it, and mediocre-looking men who know it and joke about it. but a mind alive with sparks shooting out of it is what draws me in every time. and it half-maddens me, but these days i tend to rhyme. and i'll steal someone else's line if it fits; but i'll give credit and admit my lack of genius. "i like men who know that women are people too," said one eleanor wait; i hope i don't have to. and i hate strip clubs and women who demean us all while saying it's an honest living. but most of all, i loathe men who see me as a potential lap dance. but there are lots of boys who don't deserve to be thrown into pele; and i have a soft spot for longish hair and shaved heads; but when it comes to girls, i wish i could be redheads. they are represented disproportionately in commercials. i crave lovely, meaningful words jammed up together under one literary roof, but books haven't touched my fingers since the leap year. i don't affiliate myself with a particular political party, even though my grandmother is in love with trudeau. i never really think of her as liberal. and i believe in war and human rights and democracy; i see the students in china and indonesia as fighting for the same thing. and i think it's unfair when a government says you can't leave your country; but it's more unjust when it takes control away from the natives, and erases their sense of self. i believe brainwashing people into thinking they're english is both laughable and sad. and i hate the fact that i no longer remember gaelic. but i don't believe in bombing innocent people; although bombing in itself does not sicken me. i'm more of a foreign nationalist, even though i'm told that this does not exist globally. and i don't know if i'll ever fall in love again. i'm not sure how i'd recognize it, or even if i'd let myself. i used to be more of a morning person, but that was because someone was stupid enough to invent commuting. and i know i'll never know everything, but just some things; the things i still have to learn. i'm proud of myself for recognizing my self, finally; before the dream is over. one of my names is Tara, i'm awake, and this is 1998. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 09 Feb 2000 20:09:01 CST From: "BigBlueJr  " Subject: ET: hello Hello everyone. I'm *new* to this list. But not really. I'm not gonna tell you who I am, I want to see if you guys can figure it out. You probably will be able. And for the people who know, DONT BLAB!!!!! Ok, well here's some poetry. This first one is kind of wierd. I had to write it for school, so it isn't my best stuff. Tragic Comedy the curtain opens to reveal a bare stage the stage is filled with the brightness of lights and the play begins not too far away the director calls the shots and cues the actors always on top of everything an actor makes his first entrance portraying a joyful young soul in the search of something not yet known to him he glances to the audience it’s a full house and he sees a man sitting alone in the back row he stands and exists through the back door still, it’s obvious that he’ll come back again he always does the actor’s eyes shift to the front of the audience the usually front row contains a vacant seat the confusion of the fact that such a prime seat would be empty falls upon the actor as he remembers thinking it was a full house now though, he must concentrate for the climax of the play is approaching suddenly the lights got out leaving a bare stream of light accompanying his well scripted monologue as he opens his mouth to begin the words escape from his tongue and he is left knowing not what to do the lights become so dark that he cant find the director for a cue even though he knows she is there trying to help him but the situation is not agreeing with them and this once joyful comedy has turned tragedy Pure Joy why do people find it necessary to look back at their past? Especially when all you can see is what you lost my childhood was full of life and joy and no pain at all the thought that nothing bad could ever happen to me followed me everywhere Please forgive me I lied The life I just described is not what I lived at all But it none the less what I lost Free the tight pressure of my self concealing mask covers the secrets held inside of me The surface fits to my face in such a way that shows no apparent signs of the truth the surface matches perfectly to my face making it terribly hard for anyone to see a difference and nobody does I have been wearing it for so long that all there is to do is wait for the day when I can be free but regardless the mask does not come off So here I am with nothing to do the snow has fallen but I curse at it for it's never done me any good this old building is a little much for me I just dont get why I'm here and not somewhere else out living my dream though I dont really know what that is of if I even have a dream I'm left here sitting wondering about the reset of the world all of the people actually enjoying themeselves thn there's me with nothing to do - ------- obsession consumes you and I wonder how you can live like that wasting your life dreaming - ------ so now what do I do? simply sit here and stare at the wall? so now what do I say? I've said it all and infinatley more so what do I do now? - ------ there is something about the dark that draws me to the light it sucks me in grabs at my skin pulls my teeth and tears at my soul - ------ will you please shuttup? or is it not possible you are annoying as hell at first she seemed so nice but now all I see is her ego shell surrounding her - ------ There are very few people in the world I hate and you my love are one of them - ------ go down and far away take yourself far from here you are not needed anymore - ------ the lights were blinding and I could not tell if it was the car ahead of me or the world above me the wind took the breath out of me as I closed my eyes forever Ok, please please please write me back with comments!!! BigBlueJr "If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts." ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #49 *********************************