You will never see
Current mood: amused

You will never see

JD Rhode

I think you will never see

A greater companion than me

Unconditional love

Loyalty

Honesty

Creative

Intelligent

Open minded

Devoted

Strong willed

Are just a handful of the many qualities I share

Is that more than you can bare?

Sparkling eyes

Gorgeous smile

Hourglass figure

Natural curls

Are just a few exterior characters that I hold

Have you seen anybody else that has broken the mold?

I think you will never see

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My Shell
Current mood: amused

My Shell

JD Rhode

My shell is warm

It is cozy

When I'm uncertain

It holds my form

Many memories have I here

So many secrets

It is where I have nothing to fear

Once you tried to break it

I almost let you, too

But then I realized

What good would that do?

So I began to rebuild

It didn't take too long

As my shell was not completely gone

But I still have hope that one day

Love and strength will prevail

And the one who can do that will finally have all of me

for I will no longer need my shell

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Disease
Current mood: accomplished

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Interesting facts about me...
Current mood: busy

10 Real Random Facts About You

1: I prefer typing/hearing the words "it isn't" instead of "it's not".
2: I want an 8-15 pound mixed dog
3: Right now, I have to pee
4: I don't watch much TV
5: Maybe the reason why I write about my characters and the new family they have is because I never had that
6: I want 3 kids
7: I'm still looking for a publisher
8: I'm slightly obsessed with really old houses and want to live in a 100 yr old mansion
9: I don't care if my room is a bit messy as long as the rest of the house is clean
10. My sunburn is still killing me

9 WAYS TO WIN MY HEART
1. make me laugh
2. don't be an ass
3. like dogs
4. trust me
5. think of me
6. cuddle
7. teach me something new
8. come up with creative things to do
9. don't be too afraid to try new things


8 THINGS I CARRY/WEAR EVERYDAY
1. ID
2. glasses
3. chap stick
4. money
5. my rosary beads
6. pen
7. my head/mind
8. book bag


7 THINGS THAT ANNOY ME
1. body odor
2. drivers who don't pay attention to what the fuck they're doing
3. stupid liberals
4. sunburns
5. getting my nails painted and having one or more chip an hour later
6. people that think theirs don't stink
7. bugs

6 STATES I'VE VISITED
1.Pennsylvania
2. New York
3. Kansas
4. North Carolina
5. Tennessee
6. Virginia

5 THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE
1. be published
2. go on a huge shopping spree somewhere
3. do something significant for the world
4. visit Germany and Ireland
5. have kids

4 THINGS I'M AFRAID OF
1. big horses or any large animal that could kick the crap out of me
2. the way I sometimes procrastinate
3. stupid or ignorant people
4. dying alone

3 THINGS I DO EVERYDAY
1. eat
2. write
3. listen to music

2 THINGS I'M TRYING NOT TO DO NOW
1. get sick again
2. pee on myself

1 PERSON I WANT TO SEE NOW
1. chad

Hi, my name is: Joey

When I'm nervous: twirl my hair and lose my appetite

The last song I listened to: "Ana's Song"- Silverchair

If I were to get married right now my best woman would be: already am. I guess it was Linda and Crystal

By this time next year: My brain isn't thinking of anything to type

I have a hard time understanding: why some people are just so ignorant about what's going on in the world

If I won an award, the first person I would tell: IDK cause anybody who eally cared would be right there w/me

Take my advice: for the love of God, wear suntan lotion before going out

Most recent thing I've bought myself: 3 days grace cd? That was about a month ago

Most recent thing someone else bought me: Brandy bought the crickets for Pebbles today. Thanx again

My favorite hair style is: mm, depends on my mood

My middle name is: Danielle

In the morning : I need breakfast or I die

Last night I was: tossing and turning

If I was an animal I'd be: a dolphin

A better name for me would be: see fave hair style

Tomorrow I am: going to write

Tonight I am: taking a bath

The 7 people I miss the most are: Mrs Harper, Dorothy, Frank, JoAnne, Aunt Lucy, Aunt Mary, and...

My favorite color(s) is: purple, blue, green

My heart is: strong

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STOP BLAMING MYSPACE!!!
Current mood: angry

Anybody happen to catch Nightline the other night on ABC? In case you didn't, one of the hot topics discussed was MySpace. It is no secret to anyone who reads the newspaper or watches the 6 o'clock news that MySpace has been in the limelight because of "sexual predators" trying to "abduct and corrupt" the youth of the world. ! I see dozens of profiles a day showing 14 year old girls dressed like sluts, wearing four inches of make up and 32 layers of eyeliner, displaying their age as 18 years old and profile lines stating "Oh, I'm So Sexy" or "Hey There, Wanna Check Up On It?" Come on! The youth of today's world is already corrupt enough due to the undying need to be "older" than they really are. I seriously doubt there are tons of people on MySpace stalking "innocent young girls" who just happen to have tramped up profiles and ages 4 years greater than their own.

On Nightline, there was a story of a 12 year old girl who was a drug-addict and attributed it all to MySpace. She claims that Myspace allowed her to easily find drug dealers in her area, as well as older men to have sex with her. Now, at the age of 14, she has been checked into a drug-rehabilitation clinic and has been away from her family for 5 months. Her parents would rather place the blame squarely on the shoulders of MySpace instead of their daughter, who even admitted that at the age of 12, had already tried weed, crack, X, and had slept with numerous guys older than herself...but of course, it wasn't her fault, it was all because of MySpace.

Once again, COME ON! When are parents and children going to stop passing the blame and grow up enough to take responsibility for their actions and the actions of their children.. Parents: monitor your children online, take some responsibility for YOUR children! Children: if a profile name sounds like something that comes out of a cheap horror movie, like "DARK ANGEL OF DEATH WHO EATS THE BRAINS OF GIRLS"...chances are you DO NOT WANT TO ADD THEM AS A FRIEND. Apparently there is new legislation in Congress now to block MySpace in all public schools and public libraries across the United States. All because little girls want to act like sluts and don't want to accept the consequences of their actions, and parents don't want to accept the fact that their "innocent little girls" are posing as 18 year old crack whores trying to buy drugs.

A 14 year old girl and her mother have filed a law suit against Myspace.com because she was sexually assaulted by another user. She said he lied by saying he was on the high School football team, and THAT gained her trust. Obvisiously if thats all it took to gain her trust, chances are she'll pretty much trust anybody (not really MySpace's fault). She's suing Myspace.com for $30 million because she believes MySpace has poor security. WHAT A CROCK! Myspace is not a babysitting service, take responsiblity for your own actions!!! What happened to her is a terrible thing and should never happen to anyone, period. Where were her parents? Why are they not held responsible for what their daughter does in their own home? Myspace has many many ways of blocking out/screening people, some are: you have to ACCEPT the person you may or may not know as a friend, as well as DENY people you do or do not know, you can have certain sercurity measures added like making your profile private, or asking for last name and email address, you can block a person, you can only associate with people you ALREADY know or simply you can NOT be on MySpace if you lack common sense.

Eventually, if this continues, MySpace could be totally outlawed from the Internet. Restrictions will be put in place in order to make MySpace "safer". I don't know about you, but I use MySpace to keep in touch with my family and friends, use it for messages, and just to have a space that is my own. Just because some children want to act grown up, does that mean I may have to eventually give up my MySpace? If you feel the same way I do, please, repost this in your blogs or bulletins, or both as "STOP BLAMING MYSPACE". If enough people post this and spread the word, maybe people will get the picture and stop blaming MySpace for every little thing that their children do wrong. As a user of MySpace, we should all repost this and take some sort of action. This is not a chain letter, and nothing will happen to you if you don't repost this in 321654987 seconds. However, of all bulletins you will read today, I am sure that this one is the only one that actually has a point to it.


Pass this on if you support Tom, and Myspace.com. It's about time adults take responsibility for their own children, instead of blaming it on someone else

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4:53 A.M
Current mood: accomplished

4:53 A.M

JD Rhode

Unfortunately, I don't drive.  That isn't to say that I necessarily can't; some part of me wants to.  On the other hand, for me to be able to drive, it would require a few thousand extra dollars or so for special parts.  Add in that I am afraid to be on the road with some of these cell phone calling, make-up changing, illiterate or just don't give a damn what the signs say, maniacs on the streets of today, being driven around isn't a half bad idea- unless your driver is one of those people.  That, however, isn't an issue in this story, per-se.

Having said that, I really don't know where I got the idea that I love driving late at night.  Not many people know that about me, even the posers who spew that they know the most about me.  Maybe the thought came early on when my family and I would be getting home late from some event.  Of course there were other cars on the streets, probably rushing to get home, too, but it seemed quieter, calmer then just a few hours earlier.  Lights from street lamps, stop signs, or whatever else would shine more vibrantly as well.

The above monologue is all true.  However some of the words and names in what you're about to read have been altered to protect the innocent, leaving you- the reader- to decipher fact from fiction…

It was nearly four in the morning.  He was on his way home but decided not to take the highway.  On a full tank of gas and having nobody to go home to, there was simply no need to rush.  Besides, the day's work load hit him hard, and he thought the scenic route might ease his mind.  The radio even remained silent.

The man of almost thirty looked in his rearview mirror to the back seat to see the black leather briefcase.  Although in a neat fashion propped up on the seat, its innards held a different story.  He preferred not to think about that until at least after breakfast tomorrow.

His work was falling behind and so, he noticed, still gazing into the mirror, was his appearance.  Not that he was any less than attractive, by any means.  His job just seemed to take hold of everything: his sleep schedule, his better eating habits, his cool down periods…  He promised himself a while back that this wasn't gonna happen- that money wasn't everything, and his job would not dictate his life.  Maybe I'll call in a "sick day" tomorrow, he thought as he turned his eyes back on the street ahead.  God knew he needed one.

A familiar "beep beep beep" rang, and the man didn't even have to look to know that it was his watch reminding him of the time- 4:00.  "Last time I accept a case this late," he mumbled, pushing back a yawn, although, the late night ride wasn't too terrible.  He actually enjoyed seeing the sights from a totally different perspective every now and then.

"Shady Lane; don't think I go down this street much," he admitted to nobody but himself as he turned down the block.  It seemed, then, more like a game- an adventure- driving down an unfamiliar road, as if doing so might rekindle a forgotten piece- a happier piece- of his life.  With each house he passed, it was easy for him to see why the street held its name so well; there wasn't a single house that had less than two trees in its front yard.  "Nice place to live, I'll bet," he had to admire.

Coming to the end of the street and having to make either a left or a right turn, the still awed man saw someone out of place.  It wasn't that there was anything wrong with the person, but it was a woman just walking in the street near the curbs.  "Kinda early, huh, lady," he half questioned and saw, first off, that she wasn't carrying anything with her.

Appearing dark headed and wearing a light colored nightgown, the woman didn't seem to be doing anything that anybody, waking up this early, might do.  She had no dog to walk, she passed several mailboxes, and on closer inspection, wasn't even wearing any kind of footwear as she aimlessly walked.

"I must be insane," the man submitted, rolling his eyes as well as both of the windows almost halfway down.  Putting the car in park at the stop sign so the woman might catch up, he pretended to adjust his rearview mirror.   He never even saw her coming.

"Are you waiting for me?" the woman seemed to appear in the passenger window.

Absolutely shocked, the man tried desperately to keep his cool, but his heart thumped in his chest so loudly that he almost wanted to let it out.  "W-well, I saw you walking, a-and I just thought you may've needed a ride somewhere."   He let out a cough as a whiff of some unfamiliar scent filled the area.

"I'm sorry; I just took out my garbage and couldn't go back to sleep.  I decided to take a walk," the woman reached a pale hand to the handle of the car door as she spoke.  "If you can stand the smell, I'd appreciate a ride back home."

Not exactly knowing how to react, the man gave a nod.  "This isn't your block?" he had to quiz.

"No," was her only reply as she slid into the seat, closed the door, and fastened her seat belt.  "Turn right."

The man wasn't surprised but had a bout of wishful thinking as the stench only grew when the car door was slammed.  Already feeling the need to take a shower, he hoped she didn't live far.  "So have you lived here long- I mean, in this city?" he asked, hoping to ease the sudden eerie silence of the morning as the car resumed its motion.

"Yes, you could say that."  She kept her eyes on the street.

"Where do you live?"

"I'll tell you when to turn."

The ride was dead quiet.  The man felt like he'd been driving in a straight line for an hour.  It was about 4:14 when he mustered the courage to speak.  "So, what's your name?"

"Claudia."

"Well, Claudia, I'm Jordan."

"Are you nervous, Jordan?" she asked, never turning her head, but it sounded more like a statement.  The woman's posture hardly even changed from word to word.

"Well, um, it isn't every day that I come home this late and pick up women on my way," he had to admit, mentally kicking himself for doing so.  Also, he involuntarily scratched his neck as he did when feeling uncomfortable.

"Oh?"

"That probably came out wrong," Jordan anxiously laughed, trying to clear his name.

"Make a left at the light," she advised.  Then, making light of his statement, she added, "It doesn't matter to me.  It isn't my place to judge.  I've been a bad person in life."

Jordan said nothing.  Minutes after those words hit the air, he still wondered if Claudia was merely joking.  The thought of turning on the radio entertained his brain and he had to stop his hand from reaching closer to the dial.

"You aren't curious as to why I would say that?" Claudia's bold tone made Jordan's spine tingle, and he really began to wonder if he entered the twilight zone.

He sighed deeply, figuring it'd be best to humor her for now.  Taking a quick glance out his window to see the row of street lamps ahead, he turned back to hear he wasn't sure what.  "So, why would you say you're a bad person?"

It seemed as the lights from the street never hit her face.  "Well, I was married once to a man who loved his drink more than he loved me.  I stayed with him and his addiction for years.  He had an outrageous temper, and he'd often beat me."  All the while, her tone never changed.  Her eyes never strayed from the road.  "One night, after "one of those days", I decided I wasn't going to take it any longer.  He came home late with an unfamiliar cheap perfume stench on his clothes again.  So, I did the only rational thing: I tied him up and cut off all his appendages, starting with his dick.  I took a knife, lastly, and stabbed him through the heart as he had done me so many times before."  She still appeared calm.

"Y-you killed somebody?" was all that came out of the now terrified young man's mouth.  He tried to stop his hands from trembling enough to keep his car from swerving too badly.

"The doctors claimed that I was ill.  They said that my schizophrenia impaired my judgment- that my husband never cheated on me," she continued.  "They were going to have me locked up, as if I were the person in the wrong."

"You're serious?" Jordan tried to keep his eyes on the road.  He normally kept a gun in the car for his own protection, but remembering that he took it out the other day while giving a friend and her kid a ride, he forced himself to remain calm.

"How would they know what happened behind closed doors.  Oh," she quickly submitted, "turn left."

Jordan did as he was told but said nothing.  The smell that occupied the vicinity was getting worse.

"So, before I was tried for something I know I didn't deserve, I put his very gun to my head and ended everybody else's vision of justice."

The car came to an abrupt halt.  The cemetery gates stood before them.  Although not too sure if it was the best idea, Jordan turned to make eye contact with the woman just to see if she held a straight face in completion of her story.  The top half of her head was missing and blood began to pour from her stump.

"Thanks for the lift, honey," she still spoke in the monotone voice.

Jumping out of the car, almost forgetting to open the driver side door first, Jordan let out a scream that he never realized he could conjure before emptying his bladder into his pants.  He quickly pulled his cell phone from his pocket, but before his hands loosened up enough to allow him to do anything else, he peered back into the car.  The woman and her contents had vanished.  As he stood there waiting for a phone signal, Jordan looked at the time on his watch; it was 4:53 A.M.

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To two good friends
Current mood: blank

Dear Crystal and Gregg,
   I know you're always w/me, watching over me, even though I can't see or always feel you're near; thank you for that.  But lately I've felt so lonely.  I don't know what to do.  I  know you know what's going on, so I don't need to say too much on it, but how could I have been put in a situation where I, admittedly, give more than I get, including affection, which you two know I need.  I feel like this set up is wrong and harmfull to my well-being.
   Every day that goes by, I feel my thoughts becoming more fond of the idea that I don't want/need to touch or even look too long at those who claim they love me- sometimes I almost hate them.  I want to hurt myself or worse for not listening to those who tried to help, but I remember I told you two I wouldn't; you're the only reason I'm here sometimes.  I hate myself, though, for being so stupid about all of this.
   I'm always asking for your guidance; I know I have your unconditional love.  I wish others knew how to show that more.  But now I really need...anything and everything you can use to help me keep my head up wth.  I'm learning to live with loneliness, but in my earlier days never thought I had to here.  I never thought my life would take a turn like it has.  Guys, please help me.  I love you.

 Joey

P.S: Sorry, I know it's kinda choppy.

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Check this out
Current mood: artistic

Hey, everybody, this link http://www.thisisby.us/register.php?r=3094 is where you can check out more of my writings and stuff.  If you like the site, you can join, too, or be my fan, or whatever; oh, on that site, I'm Weather Witch.  Have a great day :)

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Suddenly One Morning
Current mood: accomplished

Here's one I'm sure I'm not finished with, but I had a little spare time to think one day; more to come sometime.

Suddenly One Morning

By: Joey Rhode

Suddenly one morning, I awoke to bells. I thought it odd because I had nothing in my room that could've made that sound; I didn't even have a clock.

"Where's my stuff?" I screamed upon gazing at my bare walls, which used to hold posters of many different music bands. My shaken voice echoed around the room before making its way back to my ears. "What's going on?" I quizzed to the air that felt colder than usual for my room's temperature.

I rose out of bed, which didn't have my favorite X-Men sheets on it, to find that I was wearing nothing. Embarrassed, even though no one was there to see, I pulled the white sheet from the bed so as to cover myself. "AAAAHHHHHHH!" I shrieked when the bedding was removed to reveal a bloody, mangled corpse.

I ran to the door as quickly as I could only to notice that it had vanished. I turned when I heard a thud by the bed to witness the corpse rise. I took note, however not making any correlation to the fact that the creature did not emit any odder. Then in a low, gurgling moan, the appearing to be lifeless mass spoke, "I'm going to eat you!"

"AAAHHHH, NO, AAAHHHH!" was the last thing I remember screaming before I was thrust upon the floor. Pain surged through my body like a bolt of lightning. But then, my eyes opened to reveal the sun's magnificent glow and my band posters on the wall right where they were the night before. I peered at my sheets to see wolverine's face staring back at me, and other than my clothes sticking so tightly to my body from sweat that I thought they'd have to be cut off, everything was normal. "Ah," I sighed in relief.  "It was just a dream."

Before leaving my room to take a shower and get ready for school, I saw something strange near the bed out of the corner of my eye. It appeared, on closer inspection, to be a bloody footprint.

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Does anybody know...
Current mood: curious

...how to properly paste things that are over 2 pages long?  For some reason, it doesn't paste right for me, and it makes my stuff look bad.

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