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Ewan Jonathan Riverra

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[16 Aug 2003|01:09am]
Thanks Naomi...I think I'm falling for this one... *grins, getting chills*
spoke

[16 Aug 2003|01:08am]
anyone wanna do somelayouts for me?
1 - spoke

[08 Aug 2003|08:27pm]
Poll #103 do you know me?
Open to: All, results viewable to: All

my name is:

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Lance
0 (0.0%) 0 (0.0%)

John/Johnny
7 (87.5%) 7 (87.5%)

Brian
0 (0.0%) 0 (0.0%)

Sean
1 (12.5%) 1 (12.5%)

i am:

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Single
7 (87.5%) 7 (87.5%)

Taken
0 (0.0%) 0 (0.0%)

Married
1 (12.5%) 1 (12.5%)

Engaged
0 (0.0%) 0 (0.0%)

I'm with:

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No One
6 (75.0%) 6 (75.0%)

Gale
0 (0.0%) 0 (0.0%)

Justin
1 (12.5%) 1 (12.5%)

Unamed
1 (12.5%) 1 (12.5%)

My Favorite Color is:

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Green
6 (75.0%) 6 (75.0%)

Greem
0 (0.0%) 0 (0.0%)

Grean
0 (0.0%) 0 (0.0%)

Gereen
1 (12.5%) 1 (12.5%)

Grien
1 (12.5%) 1 (12.5%)

i am:

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Gay
3 (37.5%) 3 (37.5%)

Bi
5 (62.5%) 5 (62.5%)

Straight
0 (0.0%) 0 (0.0%)

you ____ me.

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Hate
0 (0.0%) 0 (0.0%)

Love
3 (37.5%) 3 (37.5%)

Like
3 (37.5%) 3 (37.5%)

Deal With
1 (12.5%) 1 (12.5%)

Dislike
1 (12.5%) 1 (12.5%)

Rate my sexiness. (1 being gross and 10 being orgasmic)

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Mean: 6.62 Median: 8 Std. Dev 3.39
12 (25.0%) 2 (25.0%)
20 (0.0%) 0 (0.0%)
30 (0.0%) 0 (0.0%)
40 (0.0%) 0 (0.0%)
50 (0.0%) 0 (0.0%)
60 (0.0%) 0 (0.0%)
71 (12.5%) 1 (12.5%)
83 (37.5%) 3 (37.5%)
90 (0.0%) 0 (0.0%)
102 (25.0%) 2 (25.0%)
3 - spoke

[07 Aug 2003|03:31pm]
wheres my sister.

i miss everyone.

[[i need a storyline...still]]
11 - spoke

[03 Aug 2003|02:21pm]
saw someone in the hall today. first thought that came to me was 'hot' second was 'how old' and the next was 'how can i possibly run into him?'

[i need a story line! lmao!]
2 - spoke

[31 Jul 2003|04:34pm]
*bored*
spoke

[30 Jul 2003|05:05pm]
my life has taken a very sad turn to very very boring.

[**looking for a storyline**]
1 - spoke

[23 Jul 2003|11:17pm]
oh. i love teases.
spoke

[22 Jul 2003|11:02pm]
*yawn*
spoke

[21 Jul 2003|12:03am]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

my sister seems so much more happy than she was... im just more... nostaligic? perhaps that is the right word. i have no one to really talk to anymore. i smoke a least a pack a day, i do my school work... im thinking of picking up job... so that i can be somewhat productive... i do nothing, and it is terrible and waistful. i think thats what i'll do.

bye for now.

2 - spoke

[13 Jul 2003|09:52pm]
its over.
4 - spoke

[13 Jul 2003|07:24pm]
::streches, having just woken up and begins to type::

met a few new people. dan, ethan, trey. they all seem like really neat guys. i need to meet more people. i forgot how interesting and entertaining it can be to hang around a new crowed. i think thats what i need.

...naomi and i are great. i missed seeing her smile. i was graced with smiles and laughter last night from her. i basked in her happiness.

::smiles softly, the grin fading so a solmn stare::

...i dont know whats going on with bas...

perhaps luke will say ok to a party at our place tonight... if so, all are invited...

::leaves things at that thought and presses "do it..."::
spoke

[09 Jul 2003|12:01pm]
[ mood | blank ]

-every new begining is some other new beginings end-


Naomi|hates me.
Bastian|confuses me.
Ian|complicates me.
Luke|Puts up with me. thank god.
Mom|Leaves me.
Dad|Hurts me.
Classes|Obsorbe me.

someone please come make my life exciting.
5 - spoke

[02 Jul 2003|11:14pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]

mom died.
came back to dover.
not going to funeral.
bastian is confusing me.
ian is tempting me.
life is spiteing me.

why didnt he die, rather her.

1 - spoke

[01 Jul 2003|01:04am]
[ mood | touched ]

::thinks of all the things he could write, and needs to write, the one thing that seems most important right now and types it::

bastian...thank you

::hits update::

spoke

[29 Jun 2003|11:24pm]
[ mood | apathetic ]

::huge bags under his blood shot (i wrote shit lmao!) eyes, hands shaking, begins to type::

i cant deal. bastian seems to have abandoned me, naomi almost did, really, today. sire is more to her than i am either way. i have no one to lean on here... i have to get away and go somewhere, even if its just for a little while...

call my cell if you need me badly, call my roomie, luke, if you just need to leave a message. bye.

*clicks update and grabs his cigs and a lighter, going outside for a smoke*

1 - spoke

the 4 W's and an H [28 Jun 2003|10:08pm]
[ mood | crushed ]
[ music | Die Toten Hosen - Alles aus Liebe [live] ]

background
Who | John&Naomi's Mom&Dad, John, Naomi, Sire, Bastian
What | Naomi&Johns mom is in the hospital, lawyer called and asked for her 2 children to come home for questioning. they dragged along sire and bas.
When | 2 days ago
Where | In California
Why | Police think Naomi&Johns father beat their mother
How | That's what they are there to find out.

::sits at the computer, staring at the screen, eyes wet with tears:: i hate this. i hate breaking down, i hate crying, i hate hurting, i hate being alone, i hate having no where to turn, i hate not knowing how to let it out, i hate needing to scream, i hate wanting someone to hold me, i hate needing someone to hold me. i hate my father.

10 - spoke

[26 Jun 2003|09:20am]
[ mood | content ]
[ music | anonymous inuendoes|i love your clavical ]

*streches, glancing at the clock and seeing that its near 9:15, knows he should get up and take a shower, brush his teeth, put on clothes, but doesnt, wanting, almost needing to stay where he is; entertwined with bastian, sheets sprawled over them. smiles at the feeling of warmth, security realising their chests rising and falling in unison, smile widens, has been absently tracing his finger tips over the arm bastian has drapped over his chest, gingerly moves from the embrace to go sit at the computer, typing slowly and soft so that he doesnt wake bastian*

moved here from wyoming. torn from the things i loved most but at the same time brought to things i loved, my sister. so i moved, hoping to rely on a sister who turned out to no be all to welcoming, over a friendship i made with someone who had hurt her long ago... so not only was i alone and longing for people back home, my sister was bitter. but things improved. ian moved as well, following me here, surprising me, and i was thrown into the most wonderful 12 hours of feeling loved, wanted... even needed. but that also ended, even though, as that did, basian happened. like they say: every new beginning is some other new beginings end. while it may not be love from both ends, there is something there that is expressed to be more than just a casual relationship...

*looks behind him at the sleeping form, smiling, genuinly happy, turns and begins to type once more*

...before i get too sappy lets change the subject. i am in two bands. one as the lead vocalist with another lead vocalist, calista, we're called Spit Shit Out. the second band i am the drummer... i dont know our name... *scrunches his nose* we dont have one... hah, its with my sister... my new roomate is awesome. luke's a good guy. talks about his shadow a lot... *does the same*

*bites on his lip, wanting to go back to the bed and be engulfed by the feel of bas, hits update and returns to the bed, staying awake as bastian sleeps, keeping their breathing in sync*

4 - spoke

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