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One of these days
you'll look back to see...
that I was always there
but you were never there for me.
One of these days
your heart will start to ache...
then you'll realize
there was a risk you needed to take.

One of these days
you'll look around for me...
I will be gone
but I am yours eternally.

One of these days
the thought will be too much to bear...
just say you love me
and I'll be there.


Enjoy...



Wednesday, September 29, 2004


   HomeComing Dance...



Well, I'm back. It's not that I've really been gone at all, I just technically haven't been on my site, I've been on the computer millions of times though. Anyway, my mom put this whole security guard thing on the computer that won't give ma acess to certain sites, but I think I pulled a few strings and got it to go my way. Score for me, nothing for mum.

Anyway, how're you all doing? I've figured enough about me and more about you all. It makes me sound less self-absorbed and more caring. Because I do care. Tada. But now that I've got time to type, I might as well.

I kinda-sorta got asked to my upcoming HomeComing Dance thing. Now when I say kind of, I mwan kind of. It was clear cut. It was, "You're going." and I didn't argue. So I'll see what I chose to do.

Hmm...what else? I plan on trying out for Symphony (orchestra.) I should get in, that should be a sinch for me, and it'll be lots of fun. School's been great though (not really, it just makes me feel better to say nice things about it.) Phy. Sci is ass hard, but I think I've got the jist of it now that I've been in the class for half a quarter. That one class alone takes up almost half my night. I don't recommend it unless you want a slow and painful death.

Anyway, life is good. That's about as tacky as I can be for now. My viola is calling my name and I think I might have osteoperosis. Oh well...

C-yaz!

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Saturday, September 11, 2004


   Remember...



Last night on HBO there was a program dedicated to 9/11. They showed many different views of the Twin Towers being struck, and the Towers crumbling. People from all around were in a state of shock beyond any shock anyone could have ever felt before. They were running, they were all in tears, everyone was just as unsure as the next person. Living in Michigan, I feel as if I'm almost unprivileged to even be saying this. I wasn't a part of 9/11, but it's now a part of me.

Its that one thing that everyone know's changed their life, and even for the better. 9/11 gave a feeling of unity in our nation that we never had before. It lingers within everyone, and I'm personally dedicating this post in memory of it.
Today is a day of rememberance. Light a candle. Say a prayer. Just smile and be happy. Know that everyday could be your last, and don't dwell on that fact, use the thought to make your day 100 times better.

This is the anniversary of September 11, 2001. Always remember that day. That day makes a connection to people all around the country, and know, that on that one day, we were all one.




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Wednesday, September 8, 2004


   Smile Everyday.



I know this is long...and that some of you are already straining your eyes....and I know some of you are just lazy, but just read this. It'll make you feel much better in the end no matter how upset you were to begin with. GO!

The first day of school our professor
introduced himself and challenged us to
get to know someone we didn`t already know. I
stood up to look around when a gentle hand
touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a
wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose.
I`m eighty - seven years old. Can I give you a hug?"

I laughed and enthusiastically responded,
"Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.

"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.

She jokingly replied, "I`m here to meet a rich husband, get married,
have a couple of children, and then retire and travel."

"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated
her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

"I always dreamed of having a college education
and now I`m getting one!" she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared
a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends.

Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and
talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine"
as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and
she easily made friends wherever she went.

She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed
upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football
banquet. I`ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced
and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three
by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she
leaned into the microphone and simply said "I`m sorry I`m so jittery.
I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I`ll never get
my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began: "We do not stop
playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.
There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy,
and achieving success.

"You have to laugh and find humor every day."

"You`ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead
and don`t even know it!"

"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and
don`t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I
am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do
anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That
doesn`t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by
always finding the opportunity in change."

"Have no regrets. The elderly usually don`t have regrets for what
we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who
fear death are those with regrets."

She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose."

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics
and live them out in our daily lives.

At the years end Rose finished the college degree
she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute
to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it`s never
too late to be all you can possibly be.


GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY,
GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.

Tada.

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Monday, September 6, 2004


   Shopping...



Today..was today. It was pretty good I guess. I made more friendly friends on MyO. But like I said last night while I was illigally on the computer, we went school shopping today. That was fun. I bought a bunch of stuff, then we stopped by Target and I bought 5 Net MD's. I got home and converted all my CD's to my MD's and now I'm all extra excited. Hee!

But while I was out shopping, I saw somebody that I knew from my past and they totally ignored me, which didn't hurt me that much, but they could have atleast acknowledged that I was there. Oh well...I don't really care. But I thought out a list of things that bug me. Tada, and here it is:

1. People who go out of there way to harass other people.
2. People who think they're better then everyone else.
3. People who talk to you as friends to your face, but as soon as you walk away, talk about YOU.
4. And for now, people who vote "no" on your art for no apparent reason.

That's my list, and I'm sure most of you can agree with me. I'm a nice person once you get to know me, and even if you don't get to know me, I'm still a nice person. I just don't understand why some people do the things that they do. I don't judge them, I just wish they had better judgment themselves.
Kind of like walking in someone elses shoe's to know what they're feeling. I've been there before. People aren't escatly the nicest people to me, yes I know, but I'm not mean back. I'm not going to go out of my way to be nice to them, but in return, I still am nice to them. It doesn't give them a reason to mess with me. Maybe they'll learn, maybe not. But by the end of they day, they're going to feel bad about messing with that one person, who was still nice to them in return.

That's all for now. Time to finish up on Phys. Sci homework. I'm starting to hate "sig figs." I'll get over it...maybe. L8er!

~Me.

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