hehe, um, hi hi! I'm Irsia, but I like it better when people call me Izzie. I think on line Sammie (uh, Jazz, hehe) and Annie, (uh, Brute XP) want me to use a nick name some friends gave me -- Angel! Since this is my first journal, I tell a bit about me, right? Well, um, I'm Angel, I'm 11 years old, I love angels a lot! And a live with my sissy's, but we're moving in with Jazz's girlfriend now, Sarah, because of the stupid economy. And because my eldest sister is sick, but shes getting better now! Though she still sleeps a lot and doesn't really get up. The docotors say she's still fighting the meanie head virus.

Um...My mommy's Indian, and my Daddy's Jewish German, but they moved here to the USA and stuff when Mommy was pregnant with Jazz, so me and Jazz live here our whole lives, but Brute used to live in India. hehe, what else? Oh yeah! hehe, I know two languages then, but I mainly stick with English because its the common one, though sometimes I have to switch back because Annie's not very good with English. It can be funny trying to watch her get stuff.

I love angels and Peter Pan and Anastasia! I like fantasy and stuff like that, and I'm just starting to read the Warriors series! It's so cool!

I think that's it for now, lol, bye bye!



My sister



Angel by; Sarah McLachlan

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here