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4,121,120 | male | 17 | Student | Sagittarius | 19,August,2004 | FEEL freee... to enter ur comments |
4,121,120 | male | 17 | Student | Sagittarius | 12,August,2004 | I still not sure how much trust is starting to develop in you BUT don't worry about me considering other girls okay? I love you for what you Are, I always cherish my quality time, With you, I felt comfortable, although i might be really buzy sometimes I would still try to send an sms to you Well... You're truly understanding, haha You can say that again ... Is this considered as a proposer online Or is this a confession... ? hehe ... Anyway i think you already got what i meant right ? so... just to say that You're very meaningful to me This could get a little mushy >_ Shy ,shy LOVE you.zy |
4,121,120 | male | 17 | Student | Sagittarius | 11,August,2004 | BGR a natural sign for people around my age to be concern about This is all written to tell her how i felt to be living with her for 1year3months Myths had sound though the band of my friendships like ripple across the pond, nobody expected it to happen, nobody knows how it ended,& nobody expected i was the one who Broke away from you... They always says that sweet moments don't last , thats what i'm emphasising I heard rumours and thought about it well... you're right I'm just like a lamp post to you The presents if me when i'm with you Shine you through the dark, you didn't cherish my presents, you took it for granted, we felt it, I knew. when the lamp post lost its ability to shine what i heard was you somehow felt [lost] Sorry for exposing you but if you really cherish me , i should say that you should start way-back from the start I've tired but the result is the same I'm living happily with my current relationship Whether its too direct or too firm i should say that I'm not the one for you & with all your visible conditions , i've confident that you can find someone who is patient , understands your needs , & Finally who you Loves Best wishes |
4,121,120 | male | 17 | Student | Sagittarius | 03,August,2004 | 'THANKS' for intoducing me the girl which you MMS her my pics well...i must say that i really hate you for this ....... she called and claimed that her name is carol and betrayed you by telling me its you who sent the photos , i'll not blame you for what you have done if uyou could find a way to keep her outta my inbox whenever i msg??? haha YOU r really good with this kinda joke man ... Btw if you see this pls send my regards to Ah Kiat1 & Ah kiat2 |
4,121,120 | male | 17 | Student | Sagittarius | 03,August,2004 | everything now seem so complex to me ... Althought i can get very buzy most of the time but i won't forget 3 important things > Friends > Family >& my DearDear i've to apologised here to tell anyone that is nelgected by me for past few weeks that I'm sorry ........... oh i almost forgot! a special thanks to HuiHui for excusing me for the last outing to Marina South , pai sei i'm on a diet HEHE...(-_-)! |
4,204,026 | male | 27 | Education | Scorpio | 11,August,2004 | se·di·tion: Conduct or language inciting rebellion against the authority of a state. __________________________________________ War Now - Right Now - Open Up Your Eyes! MBR's Morning Sedition - 11 August 2004 It's a somber day in my heart, yall. While the Southland around me lies in moral and cultural ruins, while my co-workers babble on (babyl-on) about Big Brother and the rest of the TV shows they killed brain cells consuming last night, and while the men we entrust to report the news stories that DIRECTLY EFFECT our lives sit around and jabberjaw about who knows what in their little editorial columns, I am distraught. It is my firm belief that the American Empire has lead the world into a time of war like none we have ever known beofre. I believe that the American Empire will continue to take our sons and daughters from our homes, our farms, our families, until there is no American man left to toss into the bone-grinding war machine of profit and empire. I am not a conspiricist. Contrary to popular opinion, I am not a member of the 'lunatic fringe' of doomsday prophets and the like. I am an optomist - a Chirstina Southern Husband and Father with a dream to restore his homeland to a peaceful and God-fearing land of prosperity. But all around me, I see the signs. _________ urlLink Draft Riots Feared! 'No Matter Who Wins in November, Draft Will Return' By Mike Blair http://www.americanfreepress.net/html/draft_riots_feared.html _______ Mike Blair isnt the only one looking at the draft being reinstated - there are Two Bills Now Pending Before Congress To Bring Back The Draft: H. R. 163 : To provide for the common defense by requiring that all young persons in the United States, including women, perform a period of military service or a period of civilian service in furtherance of the national defense and homeland security, and for other purposes. urlLink '>H. R. 163 INFO: S. 89 To provide for the common defense by requiring that all young persons in the United States, including women, perform a period of military service or a period of civilian service in furtherance of the national defense and homeland security, and for other purposes. urlLink '>S. 89 INFO: ___________________ In a recent (8/10/o4) AP poll among teenagers, 55 percent say young Americans will be required to serve in the military, up from 45 percent last year, according to “The State of Our Nation’s Youth,” an annual survey released Tuesday by the Horatio Alger Association. ____________________ What we need to understand, folks, is that Women's Lib will chalk up another victory in this arena when they come for your wives, your sisters and your daughters. I'd like to refer you all back to one of the most pertinent Constitution Party Platform positions on Defense: 'We reject the policies and practices that permit women to train for or participate in combat. Because of the radical feminization of the military over the past two decades, it must be recognized that these 'advances' undermine the integrity and morale of our military organizations by dual qualification standards and forced integration.' Read the entire Defense plank urlLink here . Also see the plank on Foreign Policy urlLink here . ____________ Now, if the Middle East werent enough... urlLink '> China Rapidly Modernizes for War With U.S. Alexandr Nemets Tuesday, Aug. 10, 2004 - NewsMax ____________ Like Leslie Riley's dad said, 'Son, we in a mess.' What has to be remembered as we face the new realities of American life is simple but profound - We have not been given a spirit of fear, we have a king on the throne of Heaven and all power has been given unto him for eternity. Things may get worse before they get better, but we cannot lose hope - there is no king but King Jesus! _________________________________________________________________________________________________ Interesting articles I've run across this morning: Dixie's Censored Subject: Black Slave Owners By Robert M. Grooms © 1997 In an 1856 letter to his wife Mary Custis Lee, Robert E. Lee called slavery 'a moral and political evil.' Yet he concluded that black slaves were immeasurably better off here than in Africa, morally, socially and physically. The leftists who predominate in the mass media and the world of academe have refashioned the by gone world of slavery and black life in the Old South. Their agenda does not allow for a balanced view of a world they never knew. In a society molded by highly skewed and agenda-selective presentations of history, the tightest censorship involves the fact that large numbers of free Negroes owned black slaves; in fact, in numbers disproportionate to their representation in society at large. In 1860 only a small minority of whites owned slaves. According to the U.S. census report for that last year before the Civil War, there were nearly 27 million whites in the country. Some eight million of them lived in the slaveholding states. The census also determined that there were fewer than 385,000 individuals who owned slaves (1). Even if all slaveholders had been white, that would amount to only 1.4 percent of whites in the country (or 4.8 percent of southern whites owning one or more slaves). In the rare instances when the ownership of slaves by free Negroes is acknowledged in the history books, justification centers on the claim that black slave masters were simply individuals who purchased the freedom of a spouse or child from a white slaveholder and had been unable to legally manumit them. Although this did indeed happen at times, it is a misrepresentation of the majority of instances, one which is debunked by records of the period on blacks who owned slaves. These include individuals such as Justus Angel and Mistress L. Horry, of Colleton District, South Carolina, who each owned 84 slaves in 1830. In fact, in 1830 a fourth of the free Negro slave masters in South Carolina owned 10 or more slaves; eight owning 30 or more (2). According to federal census reports, on June 1, 1860 there were nearly 4.5 million Negroes in the United States, with fewer than four million of them living in the southern slaveholding states. Of the blacks residing in the South, 261,988 were not slaves. Of this number, 10,689 lived in New Orleans. The country's leading African American historian, Duke University professor John Hope Franklin, records that in New Orleans over 3,000 free Negroes owned slaves, or 28 percent of the free Negroes in that city. To return to the census figures quoted above, this 28 percent is certainly impressive when compared to less than 1.4 percent of all American whites and less than 4.8 percent of southern whites. The statistics show that, when free, blacks disproportionately became slave masters. The majority of slaveholders, white and black, owned only one to five slaves. More often than not, and contrary to a century and a half of bullwhips-on-tortured-backs propaganda, black and white masters worked and ate alongside their charges; be it in house, field or workshop. The few individuals who owned 50 or more slaves were confined to the top one percent, and have been defined as slave magnates. In 1860 there were at least six Negroes in Louisiana who owned 65 or more slaves The largest number, 152 slaves, were owned by the widow C. Richards and her son P.C. Richards, who owned a large sugar cane plantation. Another Negro slave magnate in Louisiana, with over 100 slaves, was Antoine Dubuclet, a sugar planter whose estate was valued at (in 1860 dollars) $264,000 (3). That year, the mean wealth of southern white men was $3,978 (4). In Charleston, South Carolina in 1860 125 free Negroes owned slaves; six of them owning 10 or more. Of the $1.5 million in taxable property owned by free Negroes in Charleston, more than $300,000 represented slave holdings (5). In North Carolina 69 free Negroes were slave owners (6). In 1860 William Ellison was South Carolina's largest Negro slaveowner. In Black Masters. A Free Family of Color in the Old South, authors Michael P. Johnson and James L. Roak write a sympathetic account of Ellison's life. From Ellison's birth as a slave to his death at 71, the authors attempt to provide justification, based on their own speculation, as to why a former slave would become a magnate slave master. At birth he was given the name April. A common practice among slaves of the period was to name a child after the day or month of his or her birth. Between 1800 and 1802 April was purchased by a white slave-owner named William Ellison. Apprenticed at 12, he was taught the trades of carpentry, blacksmithing and machining, as well as how to read, write, cipher and do basic bookkeeping. On June 8, 1816, William Ellison appeared before a magistrate (with five local freeholders as supporting witnesses) to gain permission to free April, now 26 years of age. In 1800 the South Carolina legislature had set out in detail the procedures for manumission. To end the practice of freeing unruly slaves of 'bad or depraved' character and those who 'from age or infirmity' were incapacitated, the state required that an owner testify under oath to the good character of the slave he sought to free. Also required was evidence of the slave's 'ability to gain a livelihood in an honest way.' Although lawmakers of the time could not envision the incredibly vast public welfare structures of a later age, these stipulations became law in order to prevent slaveholders from freeing individuals who would become a burden on the general public. Interestingly, considering today's accounts of life under slavery, authors Johnson and Roak report instances where free Negroes petitioned to be allowed to become slaves; this because they were unable to support themselves. Black Confederates and Afro-Yankees in Civil War Virginia (University Press of Virginia-1995) was written by Ervin L. Jordan Jr., an African-American and assistant professor and associate curator of the Special Collections Department, University of Virginia library. He wrote: 'One of the more curious aspects of the free black existence in Virginia was their ownership of slaves. Black slave masters owned members of their family and freed them in their wills. Free blacks were encouraged to sell themselves into slavery and had the right to choose their owner through a lengthy court procedure.' In 1816, shortly after his manumission, April moved to Stateburg. Initially he hired slave workers from local owners. When in 1817 he built a gin for Judge Thomas Watries, he credited the judge nine dollars 'for hire of carpenter George for 12 days.' By 1820 he had purchased two adult males to work in his shop (7). In fewer than four years after being freed, April demonstrated that he had no problem perpetuating an institution he had been released from. He also achieved greater monetary success than most white people of the period. On June 20, 1820, April appeared in the Sumter District courthouse in Sumterville. Described in court papers submitted by his attorney as a 'freed yellow man of about 29 years of age,' he requested a name change because it 'would yet greatly advance his interest as a tradesman.' A new name would also 'save him and his children from degradation and contempt which the minds of some do and will attach to the name April.' Because 'of the kindness' of his former master and as a 'Mark of gratitude and respect for him' April asked that his name be changed to William Ellison. His request was granted. In time the black Ellison family joined the predominantly white Episcopalian church. On August 6, 1824 he was allowed to put a family bench on the first floor, among those of the wealthy white families. Other blacks, free and slave, and poor whites sat in the balcony. Another wealthy Negro family would later join the first floor worshippers. Between 1822 and the mid-1840s, Ellison gradually built a small empire, acquiring slaves in increasing numbers. He became one of South Carolina's major cotton gin manufacturers, selling his machines as far away as Mississippi. From February 1817 until the War Between the States commenced, his business advertisements appeared regularly in newspapers across the state. These included the Camden Gazette, the Sumter Southern Whig and the Black River Watchman. Ellison was so successful, due to his utilization of cheap slave labor, that many white competitors went out of business. Such situations discredit impressions that whites dealt only with other whites. Where money was involved, it was apparent that neither Ellison's race or former status were considerations. In his book, Ervin L. Jordan Jr. writes that, as the great conflagration of 1861-1865 approached: 'Free Afro-Virginians were a nascent black middle class under siege, but several acquired property before and during the war. Approximately 169 free blacks owned 145,976 acres in the counties of Amelia, Amherst, Isle of Wight, Nansemond, Prince William and Surry, averaging 870 acres each. Twenty-rune Petersburg blacks each owned property worth $1,000 and continued to purchase more despite the war.' Jordan offers an example: 'Gilbert Hunt, a Richmond ex-slave blacksmith, owned two slaves, a house valued at $1,376, and $500 in other properties at his death in 1863.' Jordan wrote that 'some free black residents of Hampton and Norfolk owned property of considerable value; 17 black Hamptonians possessed property worth a total of $15,000. Thirty-six black men paid taxes as heads of families in Elizabeth City County and were employed as blacksmiths, bricklayers, fishermen, oystermen and day laborers. In three Norfolk County parishes 160 blacks owned a total of $41,158 in real estate and personal property. The general practice of the period was that plantation owners would buy seed and equip~ ment on credit and settle their outstanding accounts when the annual cotton crop was sold. Ellison, like all free Negroes, could resort to the courts for enforcement of the terms of contract agreements. Several times Ellison successfully sued white men for money owed him. In 1838 Ellison purchased on time 54.5 acres adjoining his original acreage from one Stephen D. Miller. He moved into a large home on the property. What made the acquisition notable was that Miller had served in the South Carolina legislature, both in the U.S. House of Representatives and the Senate, and while a resident of Stateburg had been governor of the state. Ellison's next door neighbor was Dr. W.W. Anderson, master of 'Borough House, a magnificent 18th Century mansion. Anderson's son would win fame in the War Between the States as General 'Fighting Dick' Anderson. By 1847 Ellison owned over 350 acres, and more than 900 by 1860. He raised mostly cotton, with a small acreage set aside for cultivating foodstuffs to feed his family and slaves. In 1840 he owned 30 slaves, and by 1860 he owned 63. His sons, who lived in homes on the property, owned an additional nine slaves. They were trained as gin makers by their father (8). They had spent time in Canada, where many wealthy American Negroes of the period sent their children for advanced formal education. Ellison's sons and daughters married mulattos from Charleston, bringing them to the Ellison plantation to live. In 1860 Ellison greatly underestimated his worth to tax assessors at $65,000. Even using this falsely stated figure, this man who had been a slave 44 years earlier had achieved great financial success. His wealth outdistanced 90 percent of his white neighbors in Sumter District. In the entire state, only five percent owned as much real estate as Ellison. His wealth was 15 times greater than that of the state's average for whites. And Ellison owned more slaves than 99 percent of the South's slaveholders. Although a successful businessman and cotton farmer, Ellison's major source of income derived from being a 'slave breeder.' Slave breeding was looked upon with disgust throughout the South, and the laws of most southern states forbade the sale of slaves under the age of 12. In several states it was illegal to sell inherited slaves (9). Nevertheless, in 1840 Ellison secretly began slave breeding. While there was subsequent investment return in raising and keeping young males, females were not productive workers in his factory or his cotton fields. As a result, except for a few females he raised to become 'breeders,' Ellison sold the female and many of the male children born to his female slaves at an average price of $400. Ellison had a reputation as a harsh master. His slaves were said to be the district's worst fed and clothed. On his property was located a small, windowless building where he would chain his problem slaves. As with the slaves of his white counterparts, occasionally Ellison's slaves ran away. The historians of Sumter District reported that from time to time Ellison advertised for the return of his runaways. On at least one occasion Ellison hired the services of a slave catcher. According to an account by Robert N. Andrews, a white man who had purchased a small hotel in Stateburg in the 1820s, Ellison hired him to run down 'a valuable slave. Andrews caught the slave in Belleville, Virginia. He stated: 'I was paid on returning home $77.50 and $74 for expenses. William Ellison died December 5, 1861. His will stated that his estate should pass into the joint hands of his free daughter and his two surviving sons. He bequeathed $500 to the slave daughter he had sold. Following in their father's footsteps, the Ellison family actively supported the Confederacy throughout the war. They converted nearly their entire plantation to the production of corn, fodder, bacon, corn shucks and cotton for the Confederate armies. They paid $5,000 in taxes during the war. They also invested more than $9,000 in Confederate bonds, treasury notes and certificates in addition to the Confederate currency they held. At the end, all this valuable paper became worthless. The younger Ellisons contributed more than farm produce, labor and money to the Confederate cause. On March 27, 1863 John Wilson Buckner, William Ellison's oldest grandson, enlisted in the 1st South Carolina Artillery. Buckner served in the company of Captains P.P. Galliard and A.H. Boykin, local white men who knew that Buckner was a Negro. Although it was illegal at the time for a Negro to formally join the Confederate forces, the Ellison family's prestige nullified the law in the minds of Buckner's comrades. Buckner was wounded in action on July 12, 1863. At his funeral in Stateburg in August, 1895 he was praised by his former Confederate officers as being a 'faithful soldier.' Following the war the Ellison family fortune quickly dwindled. But many former Negro slave magnates quickly took advantage of circumstances and benefited by virtue of their race. For example Antoine Dubuclet, the previously mentioned New Orleans plantation owner who held more than 100 slaves, became Louisiana state treasurer during Reconstruction, a post he held from 1868 to 1877 (10). A truer picture of the Old South, one never presented by the nation's mind molders, emerges from this account. The American South had been undergoing structural evolutionary changes far, far greater than generations of Americans have been led to believe. In time, within a relatively short time, the obsolete and economically nonviable institution of slavery would have disappeared. The nation would have been spared awesome traumas from which it would never fully recover. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ NOTES 1. The American Negro, Raymond Logan and Irving Cohen New York: Houghton and Mifflin, 1970), p.72. 2. Black Masters. A Family of Color in the Old South, Michael P. Johnson and James L. Roak New York: Norton, 1984), p.64. 3. The Forgotten People, Gary Mills (Baton Rouge, 1977); Black Masters, p.128. 4. Men and Wealth in the US., 1850-1870, Lee Soltow (New Haven, 1975), p.85. 5. Black Masters, Appendix, Table 7; p.280. 6. Black Masters, p. 62. 7. Information on the Ellison family was obtained from Black Masters; the number of slaves they owned was gained from U.S. Census Reports. 8. In 1860 South Carolina had only 21 gin makers; Ellison, his three sons and a grandson account for five of the total. 9. Neither Black Nor White: Slaveiy and Race Relations in Brazil and the United States, Carl N. Degler (New York, Macmillan, 1971), p.39; Negro Slavery in Louisiana, Joe Gray Taylor (Baton Rouge, 1963), pp. 4041. 10. Reconstruction, 1863-1877, Eric Foner (New York; Harper & Row, 1988), p. 47; pp. 353-355. Robert Grooms is a freelance writer living in Indiana. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And here's something else that really messes up the urlLink reparations issue: Virginia, Guide to The Old Dominion, WPA Writers' Program, Oxford University Press, NY, 1940, p. 378 'In 1650 there were only 300 negroes in Virginia, about one percent of the population. They weren't slaves any more than the approximately 4,000 white indentured servants working out their loans for passage money to Virginia, and who were granted 50 acres each when freed from their indentures, so they could raise their own tobacco. Slavery was established in 1654 when Anthony Johnson, Northampton County, convinced the court that he was entitled to the lifetime services of John Casor, a negro. This was the first judicial approval of life servitude, except as punishment for a crime. But who was Anthony Johnson, winner of this epoch-making decision? Anthony Johnson was a negro himself, one of the original 20 brought to Jamestown (1619) and 'sold' to the colonists. By 1623 he had earned his freedom and by 1651, was prosperous enough to import five 'servants' of his own, for which he received a grant of 250 acres as 'headrights.' Anthony Johnson ought to be in a 'Book of Firsts.' As the most ambitious of the first 20, he could have been the first negro to set foot on Virginia soil. He was Virginia's first free negro and first to establish a negro community, first negro landowner, first negro slave owner and as the first, white or black, to secure slave status for a servant, he was actually the founder of slavery in Virginia. A remarkable man.' ______________________________________________________ |
4,204,026 | male | 27 | Education | Scorpio | 11,August,2004 | se·di·tion: Conduct or language inciting rebellion against the authority of a state. __________________________________________ Yall, I'm starting to see a trend developing. I get to work in the morning, take care of my immediate responsibilities, and set into reading the news for the day. It's a sort of Daily Journal Staff Ritual, just short of a policy. They want us salesfolk to stay up on the news, I suppose, since we are a newspaper and all. So, while my co-workers are looking through today's paper, I'm running through the Dixienet.org news page, Dave Black Online, DixieInternetCo, the Drudge Report, WorldNet Daily, Freedom Watch, and a good dozen other like-minded news sites to see what's really goin' on in the world around us. Most every morning, I see things that I want to share with my folks out here in email land, (aka: yall) and I've taken to sending it out as a blanket email with links to the more important news stories along with whatever little update on the Constitution Party of Mississippi, (CPoM) or the Upper Mississippi League of the South (UMLoS ) I have to share for that day. I enjoy doing this, and I hope yall enjoy gettin' em. I've even come up with a semi-pompous name for it - MBR's Morning Sedition, using my initials to make a pun on urlLink NPR's Morning Edition - that early-morning, soft-voiced liberal noise pollution on Public Radio. Just about everybody on my email list is getting this email right now. However, I know there are those on this list that dont feel like getting this email from me on a semi-daily basis is a good thing , and yall break down into basically 3 catagories: 1.)'I love ya Matt, but you can stick that UMLoS and CPoM stuff where the sun dont shine' folks, 2.) 'I dont care about news and I'm sick of you trying to tell me about it' people, and 3.) I already go to the LoS Dixienet.org news page, Dave Black Online, DixieInternetCo, the Drudge Report, WorldNet Daily, Freedom Watch, etc. and it's redundant for you to be sending me this' folks. If you fall into one of the above catagories, reply to this email with 'unsubscribeMBR' as the subject and I'll make sure to pull you from the email list - no hard feelings. For the rest of you, welcome to the beginnings of the UMLoS / CPoM listserver. Now here's the news that ya aint gonna git nowherred else 'cept fer rat cheeyunh. _________________________________ News Links: Bush's Own Gettysburg Demise is Coming: The State of Pennsylvania on November 2nd - Pastor Mark Dankof http://www.dixieinternet.com/page222.shtml Home Schooling Grows, Federal Bureaucrats Worry - Al Benson Jr. http://www.dixieinternet.com/page230.shtml Now I want yall to listen: Ronnie Brandon has been saying it for a long time now - they aint gonna let us teach our own kids for much longer without some kinda fight. - MBR Keyes: Obama holds 'slaveholder's' view - AP Wire http://www.suntimes.com/output/news/keyes09.html God bless Alan Keyes as he attempts to knock ' Osama' Obama and his his multicultural relitivism out of the national lovefest limelight! - MBR Politically Incorrect and Proud - Offending with the Truth http://michnews.com/artman/publish/article_4611.shtml 'Have I now become your enemy by telling you the truth?' Galatians 4:16 - MBR Drunk Man Pulls Cop Over, Asks To Be Arrested http://www.wftv.com/news/3636873/detail.html Now that boy had done got toe up from the flo' up. Wait - is that Ted Kennedy? -MBR Where have all the Southern men gone? http://www.militarycity.com/valor/honor.html They're dead. As always, over 2/3 of the Empire's troops are from the Deep South. I pray in the Name of Jesus that we never see our children on this site. - MBR 11 He said, ' This will be the procedure of the king who will reign over you: he will take your sons and place them for himself in his chariots and among his horsemen and they will run before his chariots. 12 ' He will appoint for himself commanders of thousands and of fifties, and some to do1 his plowing and to reap his harvest and to make his weapons of war and equipment for his chariots. 13 'He will also take your daughters...' 1 Samuel 8:11-13a _____________________________ Southerners For Peroutka Update: As we speak, somewhere deep in the Mississippi pine holler, hundreds of huge 2' x 4' Southerners for Peroutka signs are being made. These things are gonna be visible from a mile away, and when Good Ole Boys see the giant Confederate Battleflag ebossed on 'em as theyre driving down the road, folks are liable to jump a durn mailbox. Not since the Duke Boys roof has anyone in the mainstream so endorsed and revered the St. Andrews Cross, and we look forward to many a new voter gettin' behind Michael Anthony Peroutka when they realise the sheer yamsack it takes to run for President waving a 'rebel' flag. Here's a Wallace-esque graphic I did last week for yall to link to, save, or do whatever you see fit to further the Peroutka Campaign. Constitution Party of Mississippi Update: http://www.constitutionpartyms.com Our Old-Fashioned Southern BBQ and Political Rally this past Sunday was an absolute success, and people are STILL fired up from it state-wide. Watch the CPoM site (http://www.ConstitutionPartyMS.com) for pictures, more info, and how YOU can get the next best thing to being there again: the day's speeches on CD! Check it out tomorrow for the info. I noticed when I got back to work on Monday and looked at my little desk calander from the Freedom Forum, Saturday the 7th's quote was purty dead on. 'It is but a short step from the banning of offending symbols such as burning crosses or burning flags to the banning of offending words.' - Rodney M SMolla, constitutional scholar, 2002 Upper Mississippi League of the South: I am in the process of having business cards and small, professional-looking info cards made for the purpose of giving to all the men I see wearing or displaying the Confederate flag on their teeshirts, cars, tattoos, etc. This is from a brainstormin' session me and Ronnie had one night about how to reach all the 'Dixie Outfitters' crowd for the League, and I encourage each of you to do the same. (Let's get together on the actual copy and design of the cards so that we can avoid contradiction and maintain a certain stylistic approach.) I think these will be an invaluable recruitment tool for us in a part of Dixie where Proud Southrons are ripe for the pickin', but bear in mind we will have to be prayerfully discerning when approaching folks. Keep in mind, the average Joe Six-Pack with a half-nekkid woman and the words 'By Gawd I'm a Rebel' on his teeshirt and the 'Let's get a rope' guy with a white sheet sticking out of his trunk are likely not going to fit the description of the morally strong, honourable Christian Southerner that we want to build the League with. Yall smell what I'm steppin' in? Contact me about the card idea and let's get these thangs made. ___________________ See yall tammary - - Matthew B. Robinson Lee County Chairman, Constitution Party of Mississippi 'It is impossible to mentally or socially enslave a Bible reading people.' the Constitution Party of Mississippi http://www.ConstitutionPartyMS.com |
3,828,055 | male | 16 | Student | Scorpio | 31,July,2004 | The five things I missed most about home: Good toilet paper. You may laugh, but good toilet paper can be the difference between me in a good mood, and me in a bad mood in the morning. My dog. I was able to keep in touch with the rest of my family relatively easily via MSN, email, and the phone, but there was no way I could give my dog a virtual pat on the tummy over the internet. I did talk to her on the phone, though, and her tail began to wag when she heard my voice, apparently. Also, it's really nice to wake up and have her sleeping at my feet. Sleeping till whenever I want. It's about 12:15 PM right now, and I just woke up. Damn it feels good to get a good night's rest. Speaking of that... My bed. Unlike the mattresses at Carleton, it's more than three inches thick. Q-Tips. I forgot them at home and never thought to buy them at Carleton. Boy, was I glad to have those little SOBs back. The five things I miss most about Shad Carleton: Obviously the people. I wasn't even gonna' mention this, figuring that it was a given, but here we are. I'm just that sentimental a geek. I'm just a big social animal, so I really miss the all-people, all-the-time feeling you get at Shad. The wide selection at meal-times. Here I'm limited to what I feel like cooking/what's in the fridge. The schedule. There my being actually had something of a purpose; here, I'm free to fuck away the days as I please. Yes, the lectures may have been boring as Hell sometimes, but at least we were all bored together and for a reason . The creative fashion choices I would make so that I wouldn't have to do laundry. Here it's back to normal scrubbiness, wearing pyjamas 24/7. And of course, once again, the people. It's worth saying twice how awesome you guys are. If anyone's feeling extra sad (as I am), download the following songs: 'Pizza Day' by the Aquabats, 'Drunk Again' by Reel Big Fish, and 'San Francisco Payphone' by Catch-22. They're all ska bands and personal favourites of mine. 'Drunk Again' might make you even more sad, but it's such a good song that it just begs mentioning. Bye from the Basement, - Donut |
3,828,055 | male | 16 | Student | Scorpio | 30,July,2004 | And I'm home now. I want to thank everyone who made it possible, and everyone who made it special. You all know who you are and what you've done. To everyone from Shad: you had all better keep in contact! If we didn't talk all that much at Shad that's all the more reason for talking to me now! That goes double for the PAs and staff. I'm too tired to write anything more than that right now, and I'm still too sad to write anything good. Rock on, mofos. Cheers from my basement - Donut |
3,828,055 | male | 16 | Student | Scorpio | 24,July,2004 | So don't go freaking out since I haven't updated the Blog in awhile. We've moved into crunch time for DE and for the committees, so I'm very, very, very, very busy right now. I probably won't be calling home as I have very little free time; hell, I probably don't even have time to write this. If there's something of dire importance email me: I'm usually on MSN so I can communicate with my other house members and check my mail everytime I log on. I miss everybody back home lots. Friday seems so far away and so close all at once. Cheers from si'ty fi'ty fi', - Cary |
3,828,055 | male | 16 | Student | Scorpio | 18,July,2004 | Well do ya', punk? You know what, you can't handle the stress! That's the way most of us are feeling. It's pretty intense right now. Let me paint a picture for you. You and 12 teammates have to come up with: an original, unique device based on a theme; a working prototype, and a model of the final device if at all possible; a corporate website to go along with this device; a complete business plan approximately 20-30 pages in length; and a full marketing plan and strategy. Oh, I should mention something: you have a little over a week to do this, working on it only 1 or 2 hours a day. That is the very essence of the DE Project. What does DE stand for? No one knows. Some speculate 'Disaster and Emergency,' as per this year's theme of Diaster and Emergency Preparedness. Others believe it stands for 'Design and Engineering.' Personally, I think it's an acronym for 'Die, Everybody!' That's the way it feels , anyhow. I suppose the purpose is to emulate the business world, where timelines mean money and deadlines mean jobs. There the stress is real. Here's it's all a fantasy - an elaborate and highly complex fantasy - but a fantasy nonetheless. Still, the stress here is real in its own way: we know that the end results won't really matter, but our desire to please and our drive to succeed supercede reality. I've taken the advice my Uncle Ray gave me before I came here to heart: like to win, win, and win early. I'm tired. Anyhow, off to bed now. Tata from Carleton, - Cary |
3,828,055 | male | 16 | Student | Scorpio | 16,July,2004 | Last update I promised that I'd tell you about my house, Green House. I will, don't worry: you'll still get to meet the fantastic people that make up Green Visions eventually; however, not in this update. Yesterday was Ottawa Day (July 15th, this update was written over the course of several days), and I feel that that supercedes Green Visions. Ottawa Day. Our one day alone with the city. No direction, no strictly regulated time. Well, our time was regulated. It came in two blocks of two hours: one from 11am-1pm, and one from 4:30pm-7pm. But still... free time! It's something to be cherished here at Shad Valley, akin to the way a mother robin sits on her eggs. I'll start at the beginning of the day, though. No use in beginning a story in the middle. We woke up earlier than usual yesterday (well, I did anyhow). Breakfast ran from 7:30-8:00, with us leaving for downtown Ottawa at 8:00, in the hopes that we'd be there and organzied for 8:30. That went well enough. The bus ride was fun and full of energy, as bus rides usually are. I had my ska music (RBF!), so I was content. It was a little bit rainy, a little bit wet, but that didn't dampen our spirits. I tried to look appropriately touristy when we reached Parliament Hill. Some of the Shads had never seen the Parliament buildings before, so there was lots of picture taking and Oooing and Aaahing. As much as I mock here, they are impressive buildings, and always instill me with a very fierce patriotism everytime I see them. We took the standard tour of the buildings. Red and Blue house split off to go with one tour guide, Green and Orange the other. Lisette, Luna and Melissa are all in Orange house, so I spent most of the tour with them. The most exciting part of the tour (I've done it 2 or 3 times before, and it was boring the first time) was at the beginning. Luna was joking about how they'd stop her and take her aside because she's a 'terrorist' (her parents are both Indian). She went through security, then I did. As we were collecting our things on the other side I said, 'oh, the terrorist detector didn't accidentally go off?' She laughed and said, 'no.' It was at this time that one of the scarier-looking security personel turned to us and said, 'no jokes like that inside, please' in a very stern voice. Scared sheet-white, I nodded and managed to get out an 'I'm sorry.' One of the security personnel turned to me, smiled, and said (in a very warm voice), 'don't worry, just don't do it again in there.' Thank God for Canada. If I had been in the 'States, I'm fairly certain I would have been nailed to a cross and placed out on the front lawn for vultures to pick at. The rest of the tour was rather boring, as the Library is closed until next September for renovations/restorations. That's the only part of the building I really like; the smell of so many old books together is something magical. That, and the architecture of the building itself is something to behold: it's quite amazing, and I'm always slack-jawed everytime I see it. After the tour of Parliament we had several hours of free time to ourselves. Since I've been to Ottawa several times before and have a pretty good sense of the downtown, I offered to take a group around wherever they wanted to go. We headed down to the Marché in the Rideau Centre. Crepes for breakfast/lunch are always a good choice, and I chose strawberry and apple with chocolate sauce on top. A good way to start the day. Next we headed off to HMV. Not very exciting to some of the more suburban among the group, it was an absolute spiritual experience for the people from more rural areas. I think we spent about 45 minutes in there. I bought 4 CDs: the Billy Talent CD, Modest Mouse's The Lonesome Crowded West , whatever The Mars Volta's CD is (De-loused in the Comatorium, I think), and the only CD they had in stock by The Soundtrack of Our Lives. All four CDs are most excellent, with TSoOL's being the best. I do like the Modest Mouse quite a bit, especially since I've been searching for that CD forever and was on the verge of ordering it from the Internet. After that it was time to head over to the National Gallery. It was raining out, so we all arrived sopping wet. This was my... third time being to the National Gallery, I think. It's an amazing place to just sit. So very relaxing. Peaceful, if you will. However, peace and tranquility aren't part of the Shad work ethic, so we were off on a guided tour of the Gallery (not all of it though, and certainly none of the more interesting parts), and then we were receiving a landscape-drawing lesson. The tour was pretty good. Our guide was rather knowledgeable, but it wasn't anything I hadn't heard before. I asked more questions in that 30 minute tour than I have in all the lectures and activities combined. Art's just my thing I guess, not business and science. I'll leave those things to the people who don't need beauty in their lives (hah). The landscape-drawing lesson was also nothing I hadn't already learned/retained (which speaks well of Mr. Hanna's teaching abilities), so I pretty much just sat around listening to one of my four new CDs and trying to pretend that I was interested in what I was supposed to be doing. In the end the instructor told me I needed to use less gray. I suggested that I probably should have used white paper rather than... you guessed it, gray. After that we were off on our own, and it was time for me to play tour-guide again. Since I felt like going to the By-Ward Market and that general area of town, I found a group that was headed in the same direction but had absolutely no idea of how to get there. The Market was fun enough. It's more of a place for girls, what with all the jewellry and clothes and fruit and such, but it's still an interesting place to be. Angus and Rosie and everyone bought ice cream, but I wasn't really in the mood for that, so I headed over to the Beaver Tails stand. No trip to Ottawa is complete without a Beaver Tail, afterall. I bought a chocolate hazelnut 'Tail as a sort of... appetizer. This is where the party splits. Some people wanted to go explore the Market and Ottawa in general, whilst others wanted to get some food into them and have dinner. I was in the latter group. John, Steve V, Katharine and I all headed off in search food. We were going to more in the restaurant/pubby part of town, when we saw a group of our friends (mainly from Orange house, those loonies) sitting down at the Hard Rock Cafe. Our taste in company overpowered our taste in food, and we decided to go sit down with them to a dinner at the HRC. Ottawa has several excellent restaurants; I know, I've dined at some of them. The Hard Rock Cafe is not one of them, not even by a long stretch. It's mediocre and over-priced at best, simply bad at worst. Still, we were with friends, so it was all good. We payed our bills, took some pictures, and then decided to wander around the Market for awhile. First stop: Beaver Tails, for those who hadn't already had one. Many in the group were confused: actual beavers' tails? No, no. Just deep-fried batter with stuff on top. Oh, okay... Well that's fine. I'll take two. There are almost always lots of buskers in the Market, and tonight was no exception. Particularly cool were two mimes pretending to be robots. All you had to do was put some money in their basket to activate them. We scrounged together about 5$ or 6$ and then watched them dance. They were quite good, absolutely incredible physical control and concentration. I then directed everyone to Sugar Mountain, the best candy store in town. Lisette was in search of gelato, since, being from Cape Breton, she doesn't have those fancy kinds of things. The gelato at Sugar Mountain is far from the best in town, but if you've never driven a car before then a Civic will suffice, so she was happy. Myself, I bought some Chupa Chups and some gigantic suckers (I think I was the gigantic sucker there though: they cost 3$ apiece!). At that point it was time to head back to the Rideau Centre to meet up with the group. Seven o'clock rolled around, we loaded onto the bus and then headed to the Museum of Science and Technology. Having been there before, I prepared myself for a long sleep. The presentations there were long and boring. After that we headed back to the bus, took and short ride home, and then promptly crashed. I think my laundry's almost done drying, so I best be off now. Tata from Green House Computer #2, Cary |
3,828,055 | male | 16 | Student | Scorpio | 14,July,2004 | Shad is fun. Let me get that out right away. Despite all the hard work, the long days, and the excessive time management, Shad is fun. Despite the fact that you're always keeping track of a zillion different things, trying to make sure that nothing is forgotten: no speaker left unthanked, no Late Night left unplanned, no committee meeting skipped. Shad is fun. Plain and simple. Sure, it's not fun in the same way that going out to a party with a group of friends is. It's not fun in the same way that Christmas morning is. But it is fun. Make no mistake about that. I think it's because of the people. You spend everyday with the same group of people. Every minute from when announcements start at 8:30 till Late Night finishes at 10:50 is spent with the same group of people. Naturally, you get to be pretty close pretty quick. I have my own little clique of friends that I hang out with, but I like to think that I can talk/chill/hang with anyone here. I'm just that charming, you see. I think now would be a good time to tell you about my 'clique' (although Shad emphasizes interacting with EVERYONE, we all know that that just isn't feasible and that it's better to make strong ties with a small group of friends than superficial ties with a larger one). Quite simply put, we're the 'cool group.' That's at least the way it seems here. I think that in a more normal setting, we'd just be the kids with the best social skills. But here... well, you know what they say about the one-eyed man in the land of the blind. We're normal kids. We enjoy partying, having a good time with our friends, and just generally being teenagers. We're the ones who think that the penis game is funny. We think that various euphemisms for 'penis' are funny. We build giant cocks in the sand. We're kids. There's Rosie, Angus, Rory, Stephanie, Ashok, Dan, John, Lisette, Luna, Melissa, and Sheila. Rosie's from H-town (Hamilton, for those of you not in the know), and she's pretty cool. Good taste in music. Angus is from some rural place in Cape Breton, and has the craziest accent you could ever imagine. He's a DJ, and pretty funny. Rory is the guy that I have the most inside jokes with. He does a lot of acting (well, auditions), and hails from rural New Brunswick (somewhere near Moncton). Stephanie is from Charlottetown. Rory and I have a lot of potato jokes about her (put the potato in the oven and what comes out nine months later? Tater tots! Skin the potato... with your TEETH!). Ashok is a pretty cool dude from Long Island, NY. He originally lived in Mississauga, so he understands my O-town blues. Dan's from Hamilton too. Heavy on the football. Good guy. John's a pretty funny dude from the T-dot. Plays a pretty mean set of bagpipes too. Lisette is awesome. She's a blonde bombshell from Cape Breton. Those Nova Scotians have the damn hottest accents ever. Luna's from New Market. Craziest girl I know. Melissa's a very sweet girl from Calgary. Sometimes kinda blonde, but a definite sweetheart. Sheila's pretty awesome too. She's from Dryden, a small town in Northern Ontario. She's diabetic, but has a really positive outlook on life. I love her to bits. Ah, who am I kidding... I love 'em all to bits. There are other people I'm friends with too, but those are the ones that I spend most of my free time with. I'll tell you all about Green House... but not till tomorrow. I've got a super-important meeting to get to now. Lotsa love to the O-tizzle from the O-dot, - Cary |
3,828,055 | male | 16 | Student | Scorpio | 13,July,2004 | It's already been nine days. I'm amazed. It doesn't really feel like nine days at all - what it really feels like is nine days or nine seconds, all at the same time. My mind's been awhirl all that time, always rushing from one activity to the next. Our time is highly regulated; we'll have anywhere from 4-6 hours a day of lectures, and an equal amount of time spent in activities. We're on from 8:30 in the morning till 11 at night, no exceptions. Shad Valley is all about excellence, afterall. Some of the lectures are incredibly boring and excellent at inducing heavy amounts of sleep. I'll tell you guys all about it later, but right now I have to go to a Diaster Fair. What's a Diaster Fair, you ask? I have no idea. Check in later. Cheers from Carleton, - Cary Back Again I suppose I should talk a little bit about what we actually do here at Shad Valley. Of course I mention the lectures and the activities, but I don't mention what those actually are , what their point is. All these activities and workshops and lectures are supposed to be helping us with one of two things: our teambuilding skills, or the DE Project. Since most of you know what teambuilding skills are, I'll go into what the DE Project is. Every year Shad Valley participants are assigned a theme. It's common to all campuses aross Canada; we all have the same amount of time to work on it, same amount of resources, etc. We have to design a device that deals with this theme. Not only do we have to design the device, but also a working prototype, a business plan, a corporate website, a marketing package, and a promotional package. It's a fair bit of work for three weeks. No one really knows what the 'DE' in 'the DE Project' stands for. Some speculate that it stands for 'disaster and emergency,' this year's theme. Others believe that it stands for 'design and engineering.' But no one knows for sure. We only get about 2 hours of DE Project time a day. Considering the amount of work we have to do, that's not a lot of time. Not a lot at all. So we must be fairly efficient. That's where the teambuilding skills come into play. If you can't work together as a team you're going to fail. Plain and simple. Luckily, my house work together incredibly well. We may not have the coolest people, or the most technically knowledgeable, or the most physically skilled; but, we do have the house that works best together. The most important part of our team dynamic is how we listen. Every meeting the house has, whether it be regarding the DE Project or not, we assign a different chairperson to chair the meeting. The chair's responsibilities are to basically let only one person talk at a time and keep the others quiet. This gives everyone in the group a leadership role at one time or another, and gives those who would not otherwise make themselves heard a voice. It didn't used to be this way, however. Prior to the rotating chair system, we relied on two leaders: myself, and my friend from Nanaimo, Stephen. Being a leader among leaders is quite the feeling, let me tell you. The system worked well enough: there was order and control, and everyone was heard. However, it didn't really reflect the values of Shad, and that wasn't a good thing. Anyhow, it's about 8:21, and I have to get to a lecture for 8:30. More to come later. Cheers from Stormont, - Cary |
3,828,055 | male | 16 | Student | Scorpio | 02,July,2004 | Not a test. Just a quiz. |
3,828,055 | male | 16 | Student | Scorpio | 15,August,2004 | And write what's true. |
3,828,055 | male | 16 | Student | Scorpio | 07,August,2004 | But first, what ROAR means. ROAR stands for 'Rosie's On A Rampage.' It's the name of the song that Jeff, Ben and I wrote at our last band rehearsal. Well, the music anyhow. I'm going to write the actual lyrics. JBP didn't show up to rehearsal, and Jeff said, 'dudes, I have this drum beat and I want it to be in a song.' So he started playing it, and when Ben didn't have any ideas, I ran with it. It's pretty bitchin' song. I think we're going to use it to close on the 19th. I wanted to write a song and call it ROAR right after Rosie attacked Coutts in that fateful game of football (which Rosie, Steph, Emily and I CONQUERED. That's right Teoh, we ruined you biatches!). It was supposed to be a nice, friendly game of touch football. Two-hand touch. I guess Rosie interpreted this as 'two-hand shove Coutts onto the pavement as soon as he has the ball.' She made him bleed. In two spots! You'd think Steph or myself would have been the one to hurt someone, seeing as we're used to rugby and all. But no, it was Rosie. She's a beast, that Rosie. Gotta like that hustle though. Anyhow it was right after that that I knew I had to write a song entitled ROAR. I predicted after that unprecedented attack that more would follow in a similar fashion; however, I was sadly mistaken. It seemed to be an isolated incident. Still, the idea intrigued me, and here we are. Hard rockin' as we are. But, I digress. There are weightier matters to attend to today. It's something I've mulled over quite a bit lately, and I found a good outlet for it this afternoon. First though, there's the matter of the Importance of Failure. We're all aware of it: our need to fail - while not as motivating in the later years as our need to succeed - is real. Sure we can learn without failing, but do we always truly comprehend? Maybe, maybe not. Either way, Shad taught me a very important dynamic of group work: that sometimes the failures can be more valuable than the successes. That's not to say that this was the only thing I learned from Shad - far from it - but in terms of how I live and work with others for the rest of my life, I think this is what will stick with me the longest. I guess this really all comes down to the way that Green House developed as a team and formed into a cohesive unit. Storytime, here we come. The first week of Shad. We'd had a few minor successes as a group, the Mini-Project being the most obvious. We were beginning to gel as a group. When asked to describe how we worked together, the words 'group dynamic' and 'great' or 'awesome' often came up in the same sentence. We thought we were pretty good, and coming together nicely. Besides, we hadn't made any one from our House cry, and that was better than some of the other Houses could say. Then came the camping trip. Incorporated into the camping trip was a 2-day course run by Jim Ongena of urlLink Corporate Heights . Part of that 2-day course was a series of 4 tasks that each House had to complete. You had a certain amount of time to complete each task. After that time had expired, the group would sit down and discuss its performance with whoever was running the task (some Shad staffer). Green House managed to complete 0/4 tasks. It was quite the eye-opening experience. I think I learned more about myself and Green House in those 2 days than I did in the entire rest of the month. Hell, make that the past 3 years. More later. Maybe. Toodle-loo from the basement, - Cary (Donut O) |
3,828,055 | male | 16 | Student | Scorpio | 05,August,2004 | A week. It's been a week now since I left Shad. Just a week! Feels more like a year. I can't even remember what I've done... not that there's anything of note. There was the obligatory 'Hey, you're home, let's party!' partying, and some rockin' with Beermouse (we've got our first show coming up on the 19th - Masonic Temple in Oakville - be there). I saw the friends who needed seeing the most and tried to keep my Shadditudeous spirit alive. To that end I have done something, I guess. I've written down my goals for the next 6 months, next 6 weeks, and the next month. They're all pretty much the same, but different stages in the development of each goal. I've begun talks with a friend on starting up a design firm: he has an incredible eye for design, but no business skills whatsoever. I guess I don't either, really, but Shad's taught me enough, so with that and my parents' extensive library of business literature I should be fine. My band's starting to grow. As I said, we're playing our first show on the 19th. I plan on bringing a lot of the planning and management skills I learned at Carleton back into the band. Not the band as a creative entity, rather the band as a business. My goal for the next six months: Grow Beermouse (that's the band, folks - pure rock'n'roll) to the point where it will be a viable goal to be mothafuckin' RAWK stars by the end of high school (or, for some of the other members, the end of Grade 12 or the end of Grade 10). As you may have noticed by either the frequency or length of the posts I'm writing, I've also resolved to write everyday. I think I posted that last time, but it's worth saying again, if only to reinforce the discipline into my mind. I'll have to write everyday for the Writer's Craft course I'm taking first semester, so I figure I might as well start now. Practise up before it counts for marks. I've begun to run again. My time for 3.5 km: 18 minutes, give or take 30 seconds. That was the very first time, after having not done any training since early June. My time for 3.5 km at the end of last summer, after having trained since May: 17.5 minutes, give or take 30 seconds. Truly a testament to mind over matter, really (or, more proof that the universe is all within my head and I truly am master of all that I survey). This is to help towards my goal of exercising everyday in order to improve my overall physical fitness. I don't really care about how I look; if I feel good, then the looks will follow. Form follows functionality, afterall. There are other goals, but they are (for the most part) boring to others and interesting only to me. Well, that's how I'm rationalizing it. They're upstairs on my desk and I don't feel like going to get them right now. Maybe I'll post them here on the next update. Speaking of the next update, here's a sneak-peak: What Shad Taught Me: The Importance of Failure Ooo, looks cool, doesn't it? Knew you'd be enticed. Next time, on The Cary Show: That thing above, and I explain today's crazy title! Buh-bye from the basement, - Cary (aka Donut O) |
3,828,055 | male | 16 | Student | Scorpio | 01,August,2004 | Ah, back to the depression that I find inherent in the summer. You gotta' love the timeless void of summer; that vacuum of creativity that is too much sleep, too little work and too much food. My friends are mostly gone or leaving (or, for my Shadlings, scattered across the country) and I'm left to my own devices. It's hard to go from being constantly surrounded by people 24/7 with no true privacy to pretty much left on your own all day. To go from a rigorously scheduled... schedule, to free to amuse yourself. It's a major shift. I have a lot to do this month. Memorizing lines for The Importance of Being Ernest (I'm Jack, the male lead), starting a web design firm with one of my best friends, finally getting my G1, building my band (both our repetoire and our reputation), and earning some money being just a few things. But the one thing I've resolved to do everyday - and that means every single day - is write. It's something that I've always been moderately good at, but I've never dedicated myself to my writing the same way I have to my, say, guitar playing. So I've begun to write everyday. Not necessarily on the blog, but in some way, shape or form. Maybe I scribble something on the wall of my room; maybe I pen a song; maybe it's a long email to a friend, but whatever it is, I'm writing. So now I'm going to write to you about a group I feel that I've neglected to far too great a degree: my home-dawgs, the buds back home. Sure, I wrote home to them about the Shads, but now I'm writing from home to the Shads about them. But there are so many. Where to begin? Well, let's start with the home-dawgs: Brian, Nate and Kyle. They're more than hme-dawgs, they're my brothers. And I mean that the way black people mean it, cause I think it's closer that way.* We've known each other since elementary school. We didn't really come together as a group until middle school, but we've known/been aware of each other since grade 2 or 3. Funny story about how I met Brian. It was Grade 3 and we were in the same class. Bri's quite athletic; he is now and he has always been. I was a pretty fat little kid. It was like the classic high school formula: jock picks on the nerdy fat kid. Everyday. Every single day he would harass me, punch me, tease me. Everyday! Trips to the principal's office wouldn't work, no punishment could deter him. Finally - in what kicked off my long path into the world of psychology - I decided to try and understand my enemy. I invited him over to my house one day. Well, my mom called his mom, explained the situation, and then he came over one day. Same thing, really. I forget what happened after that, but we became instand friends (it might have been my mother's homebaked cookies... the'y mmm mmm good). I don't remember exactly how I met Nathan and Kyle; we were always in the same group of friends, I guess, and somehow we all just came together. Kyle and I go to the same school, WOSS, and Nate and Brian go to the same school, IRHS. I'm the rock-n-roller-, Bri's the jock, Kyle's the pretty one, and Nate's the kid with tonnes of artistic talent who just wastes it all away dickin' around. Anyhow, those are the home-dawgs. We've been through the best and the worst together. Damn close. They're welcome at my house anytime, even if we're not home. They don't need to knock; they call my mom, 'Mom'; and they treat my little brother like their own. Truly my 'bros.' Then there's Kate. Oh, where do I begin with Kate? Our history is long and convoluted; so long in fact, that I think it would kill my Blog if I were to type it out here. So I'll leave it with this: I met Kate 4 years ago this September at orchestra. To call her my better half would be an injustice against her as a human being. We're best of friends; she's my red-headed sidekick, forever at my side (if not physically, then spiritually). As a despairing Catharine Earnshaw says to Nelly in Wuthering Heights , 'I am Heathcliff,' so am I Kate. I couldn't talk about friends without including Jeff. If Brian, Nate and Kyle are my bros, then Jeff is most certainly my best friend. He's the lead guitarist in my band, Beermouse. Jeff and I have been going to the same school since grade 7, but we only really got to be friends in grade 10, when we were both part of our school production of Macbeth . Jeff is quite intelligent, and quite excellent at completely ignoring that fact until it serves his purpose. He can be very charming and sophisticated (naturally, my parents love any of my friends that can discuss Stravinsky instead of sports) when he wants to, and a downright dick others. He knows how to push buttons, both the right ones and the wrong ones. Finally there's Alison. I've known her for less than a year, but we're very close nonetheless. She's one of those rare people who gets to be beautiful, talented, and brilliant (well, rare in Oakville. We had plenty of them at Shad). I've decided I'm going to marry her someday. Others have pointed out that she might not feel the same way, but I feel it's fate / Anyhow, I think I've just told you all that about my home-dawgs without actually telling you anything about them. Maybe later. I'm tired and need a nap. Cheers from the basement, - Cary (aka Donut O) *That's something from Zoolander, for all the uncultured swine in the audience. Although I do think it's closer. |
4,157,968 | male | 16 | Student | Pisces | 19,August,2004 | As I strolled into the mall yesterday, gently bypassing the group of about 10 8th grade (well now freshmen) girls who were congregating in front of the Electronics boutique, I had a certain glimmer in my eye - Madden '05 had just come out, and I was about to purchase it. However, to my dismay, the stiffs at EA Sports dellayed the release of the computer version of the popular video game until September 9th. I was nearly in tears... What game was I going to play when I got back to my house? I went to J-crew to try and think things off, and got a nice tie there (althought it wasn't the one I wanted) and my short term memory sudenly kicked in. I remembered that just a few hours earlier I had a red an article about this computer game about political campaigning. It had seemed hilarious, with the capabilities of pitting thomas jefferson against the 'guvanator' I laughed whole heartedly. Naturally at this point I felt the distinct need to buy it. I rushed back to EB, past the pack of gigling girls (by now they had recognized me) I pushed aside a small child (not really, but it makes it dramatic does it not?) and picked out the game. From then on, it was bliss. In my first campaign, I ran myself against the guvanator, and lost. But it was close. I would have one, if not for Ahnould's last minute grab of new york. I even won Texas! In my second game, I possessed the poise and experience nesecairy to win it all. I clobbered Barbara Bush. She won Montana, Colorodo, and South Carolina... That was it! I finished with over 500 electoral votes, and over 95 million popular votes.. I was trully the champion. Today I will embark upon a campaign that features appearances on 'Night time, with Fred Toppel' 'The O'maley Factor' 'Hardhitter' 'Barry King Live' '60 Seconds' and of course 'Barbara Sawyer'.. The Political machine is simply a marvelous game, and I recomend it to anybody, whether interested in politcs or not. To summarize, 8th grade girls need to stop giggling whenever they see me, EA Sports is a bunch of stifs, and 'The Political Machine' is the best game of all time, not Madden 05' |
4,157,968 | male | 16 | Student | Pisces | 18,August,2004 | The day we have all been waiting for has finally arrived... Well, sort of. When trying to find out the release date of the Passion, I came upon a marvelous discovery. On Noveber the 22nd Seasons One, Two, and Three, of SEINFELD will be available for purchase via DVD. Words can not describe how happy I was to hear this. I immediatly rank this day amoung my top five days of my life, and I've had some pretty good times. There's simply no limit to the amound of good this has done in the world, and quite frankly, I'm thinking of forgoing the entire 2nd half of the month of November in order to watch all the episodes... Again, and again! |
4,157,968 | male | 16 | Student | Pisces | 18,August,2004 | First off, let me say once and for all that Les Mis is far superior to Phantom of the Opera in every way.. Well, not that any of you can tell, but I've been sitting here for about three minutes to try and come up with a second line; so I supose I shall just move on... Back to the Political Machine, for those of you who went out and bought it, good job! I've got a few funny characters i can send you if you so desire. Namely: Arlen Spector, Rick Santorum, Marvin the Martian, Hitler, Mckain, JFK, and im working on Osama. In just a little while the ultimate showdown between Adolf Hitler, and Osama Bin Laden will begin. At stake - The American Presidecy. The winner - well either way we're screwed ;) But it sounds really funny! |
4,157,968 | male | 16 | Student | Pisces | 18,August,2004 | “No one is happy relatively - for a longer or shorter time. You’re happy or you’re not. That’s all. And death has nothing to do with it - death is an accident of happiness, in that case.” - Albert Camus The above quote was pulled from Mr. Camus first novel 'A Happy Death' and to me, it says alot. It corellates well with my 'death is just another stage of life' philosophy. Camus recognizes that death is inevitable and should'nt factor in to your hapines. In other words, one should not worry about death. I wrote alot more on the subject, but I thought it sounded stupid so I deleted it (not that I don't recognize how stupid this post sounds anyway, atleast there's a good quote). Just haven't really had anything inspired to say since i've been writting this limitations piece, it seems to be taking up the wole good half of my brain. Alas, enjoy Mr. Camus, and go read all of his books (which i will hencefourth rank in ascending order of goodness): 1. The First Man (a controversial choice, due to its lesser noteriety, but my favorite nonetheless). 2. The Stranger (His most critically acclaimed book, a book which neithr I, nor the man who works the counter at Barnes and Noble could figure out). 3. The Plague (Rusty's favorite, think Nazis). 4. A Happy Death (his First Novel, genuienly bizare, many consider it his precursor to The Stranger 5. The Fall (Still a Great book, just without the certain flair that characterizes his other works) 6. All of his other books which I have't read (The Rebel, The myth of the Sissyphus, Calligula and three other plays, I think he wrote some essays which have been published too, and his notebooks have been published, though i'm not sure if they've been published in English) To summarize my thoughts on Camus, I shall say that he was 'simply the best' and its a horrible shame that he died before being able to grace us with more of his genious. |
4,157,968 | male | 16 | Student | Pisces | 13,August,2004 | Ok, so i've got about a page worth of material so far on limations, but I haven't yet actually hit the meat of my argument, so I decided i'll just focus on writting it out (much in the style of my 'Discourse on the Soph Hop') and then I'll post it as an attachment with a breif summary in my blog... It's coming along nicely, a bit jambled (I'm horribly out of practice with my writting, as you can undoubtebly tell) but I do make some compelling points. |
4,157,968 | male | 16 | Student | Pisces | 12,August,2004 | One thing i've learned about this country in the aftermath of the McGreevey resignation, which quite frankly shocks me, is that 15% of mariages survive one partner admiting that they're gay. 15% of maigiages do not end as a result of one partner coming out of the closet.... 15% of mariages continiue even though one partner is gay? Pardon me for being a bit naive on the subject, but, what the hell? I might be a bit judeo-christian on this one, but shouldn't people who are maried atleast be attracted to the sex of their partner? I've heard of loveless mariages, but this statistic takes the cake. I cannot fathom how someone can be maried to someone of the opposite (or even the same) sex, unless they are attracted to that sex. Talk about defending mariage... I think it's time we called in Ricky boy on this one... |
4,157,968 | male | 16 | Student | Pisces | 12,August,2004 | So I get home from work yesterday to find that I have two items from the mail. The first, being my monthly J-Crew catalogue, I quickly devowered, while the second, I had to think twice about. It was a letter from a beloved/beleagured president. It was your standard campaign letter, thanking me for my continiued support, and asking for a charitable donation to the 'Bush-Chenney foundaion'. I even got a cool ' 'W' in '04! ' bumper sticker, which i intend to place proudly somewhere at AFS (take that liberal thesbians!). However, I do find it rather interesting that I've managed to slip onto their mailing list. This is my second such letter (who could forget the infamous 'George-Laura autographed photo', which is now resting proudly in my top drawer) since the campaign has begun. It is highly humorous to me, because I am in no way a Republican, and given almost any other man running under the democratic ticket, I would endorse him and not Bush. Secondly, I am a minor, and thusly, it is illegal for me to contribute financially to their campaign. The predominant thought, as I hastilly compiled a letter (telling them to stop asking me for money, because I can't, and won't give any) was how in the heck was my name ever put on their list. I'm neither a wealthy buisnessman, nor a Christian supremist living in the Midwest, so why are the republicans interested in me? Am I to asume that former socialists, attending Quaker schools, who have harshly critisized Bush in the past, are prime candidates for Bush campaigners? Is Republican logic so fundamentally flawwed that despite that fact they have nearly double he campaign money tha the democrats do, they still need to heckle 16 y/o's for chump change? I mean, even if I were to give them the minimun gift of $25, does that really make a difference considering they allready have over $250 million? ..... And to think, this is the party i'm endorsing for the upcoming election.. Where have you gone Bill Clinton? Constitutional Amendment against gay mariage? I think we need a Constitutional Amendment allowing presidents more than two terms. |
4,157,968 | male | 16 | Student | Pisces | 08,August,2004 | Hey, I've been talking with a few people about the limitations of our world, and the comparisons and teachings that we can glean from it. So I decided to dedicate my next posting to the subject. For now, I will just leave you with this saying I thought of 'limitations are wraught from the human mind, not the human condition', I'll finish later.. Have fun with it |
4,157,968 | male | 16 | Student | Pisces | 06,August,2004 | There are a few old movies that I would like to give props to. First and foremost, my first ever movie: Milo and Ottis... Don't ask me what it's about, I hav'evnt the slightest of clues, but being my first movie, I thought I should mention it. Secondly, my second ever movie, Aliens (the 2nd one with the marines in it). What a cool movie. I mean, come on, Aliens, marines, cool, space age guns, what could be better? I remember having dreams where I was in my grand parents house (because thats where I'd allways watch the movie) and I would have one of those neato 'pulse action riffles' from the movie, and I'd be running around killing aliens. What a great movie, so great, in fact, that I am seing Aliens Versus Predators on Friday.. What fun! And Finally, the mother of all movies 'Ghostbusters!' Simply a classic. Whether it's the first or the second, it all kicks ass. They even had a computer game, back when computers still hooked up to tv's. Man was that a fun game, you got to pick your car, and your equip, and run around the city fighting the stay-puffed marshmellow man.. Alright, those are my thoughts for the day, no newspaper, so no new anti-Kerry rants. That'l be another day.. Adios.. |
4,157,968 | male | 16 | Student | Pisces | 06,August,2004 | Hey everyone! This is my blog, another product of my mindless days here at work. In the upcoming days/months/etc I will be posting on a semi-routine basis on topics such as: new clothes i may have purchased, the latest Red Sox quandry, how much the Yankees suck, Rick Santorum, John Kerry: The portrait of a dumbass, George Bush: The portrait of a dumber-though-should-still-be-our-president-ass, and anything else I feel like (because, well, I can!)... Hope you all enjoy, I know at some point i'm going to say something interesting on here. - l8er |
4,157,968 | male | 16 | Student | Pisces | 06,August,2004 | That's it, after four days without going on a John Kerry rant, I think it's about time to put shoty back in his place. While visiting Grand Canyon with his wife John Kerry (in typical fashion) vowed to devote more money to our Fledgling Fedeeral Park system. This idea, was met with wide applause (naturally, seing as the audience were national park goers) but I question the meaning behind this promise. In typical election year fashion, Kerry once again makes an empty promise that stirs up a fervor amoung potential voters. In trademark style (might as well give Kerry a flashy logo and stamp it on anything he says or does) Kerry makes an appealing promise, without any thought or true agenda behind it. Kerry fails to realise, or perhaps fails to adress, the lofty financial responsibilities needed to validate such a promise, and instead favors empty promises and purple hearts. Americans need to wake up and realise that a man who voes against increasing funding for our troops in Iraq, and yet in his acceptance speech promises to send in 40,000 more troops (while also pledging that he has an exit plan, though never actually telling the public what that it), can never be a fiscally responsible president. Kerry assails Bush for his record defecits, and he's right, in the past Bush has'nt been fiscally responsible in any sense of the word. However, Kerry's economics do nothig to substntiate his claims that he is a more fiscally responsible president. While Kerry promises to 'cut the federal defecit in half, quicker (another vague-Kerry-staple word) then the Republicans!' He plans to do so while raising exspenses in several areas, and cutting taxes in the middle class. True he does plan to roll back tax cuts in the upper class, but with the far greatr number of americans who would benefit from middle-class tax cuts, versus the number of americans who would be adversly affected by repealing Bush's tax cuts; I question whether little to any new revenues would be gained from this endeaveur. Kerry promises a brighter future, but what he really wants is a brighter-coloured house... |
3,694,096 | female | 23 | Museums-Libraries | Leo | 23,June,2004 | I've been going a little quiz crazy. Wait till you see the Belief-o-Matic! Congratulations, Deb! Your IQ score is 135 This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others. Your Intellectual Type is Visionary Philosopher. This means you are highly intelligent and have a powerful mix of skills and insight that can be applied in a variety of different ways. Like Plato, your exceptional math and verbal skills make you very adept at explaining things to others — and at anticipating and predicting patterns. And that's just some of what we know about you from your IQ results. Find out more in your personalized 15-page IQ Report. You'll discover: Your hidden intellectual strengths How your IQ compares to others Exercises to improve your IQ Complete answers to all the questions |
3,694,096 | female | 23 | Museums-Libraries | Leo | 21,June,2004 | I took the urlLink Blogging Personality Quiz at urlLink About Web logs and I am... The Pundit I like to blog about a specific topic of interest that I am passionate about - be it business, politics, technology, law, education, entertainment, or literature. I blog regularly and I welcome relevant discussions about my topic. I have a constant thirst for knowledge. Well then. Looks like I am going to have to have a little more relevent discussions. Yikes. |
3,694,096 | female | 23 | Museums-Libraries | Leo | 20,June,2004 | urlLink The story of the blue typewriter... When I tell my friends that I bought a typewriter, of course the first thing out of their mouths is, Why? Why would I want a typewriter when I am surrounded by computers all day long. To be honest, the reason for the typewriter purchase reflects just how big of a nerd I actually am. Do you remeber years ago when you went to the library, and to check books out they had those cards in the back of the book? Well, at a store in Highland, I found something called a 'Personal Library Kit' ( see http://www.thelibraryshop.org/librarykit.html ). Included in this personal library kit are those cards and other things you need to make your own library. Since I have already taken one Saturday and spent several hours creating a database (eg. catloging) my books, this kit looks pretty fun for me, as you might imagine. Well, then I got to thinking. How in the world would I put the title and author of the book on the card without a typewriter. Hence, the purchase of a blue typewriter. I found it on Ebay and got it for $5. Well, the typwriter was $5 and shipping another $15. I still think it was a good deal though. Besides the nerdiness factor, I do find it quite satisfying to use a typewriter. I make a ton of typo's, but heck, its all part of the mystique of it. |
3,694,096 | female | 23 | Museums-Libraries | Leo | 20,June,2004 | (Originally published on 5/19/2004) Some of my kids have taken to callng me 'Miss Deb'. Its great fun...makes me feel like I am in the South or in Little House on the Praire. Tonight I had to break up a pseudo fight. Two factions - a two fourth graders versus a 5th and two 7th graders. Doesn't seem like it is much of a contest, eh. I think the fourth graders wouldve given them a run for their money though. These little girls have got enough attitude to get them on Diva's Live. The fight started with a look. One of the fourth graders said 'tell that girl to stop looking at me or she's gonna get her face beat in' I was like, hold up there sweetness. Aint nobody getting their face beat in at the library. In retaliation, the seventh grader goes to the fourth grader (with a sneer) 'What grade you in?' Fighting words. I know. In the end, I had the fourth graders promising a rumble and the 7th graders wanting to take it outside. Threats of banishment from the HC and a visit from security and the police dampered the fighting spirit a bit, till they took it outside and thought I would be none the wiser. I recruited the efforts of a librarian and together we stepped outside the library and broke up the 'rumble'. All in all, no punches thrown, just a lot of sneers and not so mean putdowns. In the end, I got to be 'mean', which was actually kind of exciting. When one of the girls said, 'she started it', I used my moms phrase, 'I don't care who started it, I'm finishing it'. Go Mistress Deb! |
3,694,096 | female | 23 | Museums-Libraries | Leo | 20,June,2004 | My Wish List: I Love Nerds t-shirt Personal Library Kit Reading is Sexy t-shirt Spring Issue of Bust Magazine Air Popcorn Popper Library of Congress Classification Poster |
3,694,096 | female | 23 | Museums-Libraries | Leo | 20,June,2004 | I took a 'Color Quiz'. Here's my results. YIKES! Check it out at www.colorquiz.com Your Existing Situation Unwilling to extend herself or exert undue effort (with the possible exception of sexual activity). Feels that further progress requires more from her than she is willing or able to give. Would prefer reasonable comfort and security rather than the rewards of greater ambition. Your Stress Sources Wants to overcome a feeling of emptiness and to bridge the gap which she feels separates herself from others. Anxious to experience life in all its aspects, to explore all its possibilities, and to live it to the fullest. She therefore resents any restriction or limitation being imposed on her and insists on being free and unhampered. Your Restrained Characteristics Believes that she is not receiving her share--that she is neither properly understood or adequately appreciated. Feels that she is being compelled to conform, and close relationships leave her without any sense of emotional involvement. Feels that she is receiving less than her share and that there is no one on whom she can rely for sympathy and understanding. Pent-up emotions and a certain egocentricity make her quick to take offense, but she realizes that she has to make the best of things as they are. Your Desired Objective Needs a change in her circumstances or in her relationships which will permit relief from stress. Seeking a solution which will open up new and better possibilities and allow hopes to be fulfilled. Your Actual Problem Feels restricted and prevented from progressing; seeking a solution which will remove these limitations. Your Actual Problem .2 The fear that she may be prevented from achieving the things she wants leads her into a relentless search for satisfaction in the pursuit of illusory or meaningless activities. |
3,694,096 | female | 23 | Museums-Libraries | Leo | 27,July,2004 | Last week was my first week as a Library Associate at the library. It was a kind of a learn off the seat of your pants week. I was just kind of thrown into it - mostly I worked circulation but I did handle the few reference questions that came by. My library is a small neighborhood branch that mostly serves kids, so there is generally not a lot of reference questions. Top two reference questions last week: A woman was renovating her house. She thought it might be a urlLink bungalow but she wasn't sure. She wanted the renovations and decorations to be accurate to the style, so we attempted to figure out the style of her house. We found some books at my library and ordered a whole bunch more. I also gave her the name of the architecture expert at the newspaper. Whenever I have been stumped with something - a good place for a special occasion dinner or wear to get a dress made - I email the appropriate person at the newspaper and they are really good about getting back to me. A student was doing a report on his favorite book. He needed information about the illustrator. We looked in the books she illustrated, but to no luck. We looked at several different databases, still no luck. We googled her - no luck. We looked up the publisher and found out they were local. We called them, but they said that they do not provide information about the authors, other than what is provided in the jacket covers. Finally we looked up the illustrator, and it turns out she lives in Minneapolis. My supervisor actually called her, but I haven't heard if she called back. Notable mention: Another customer called. She needed the customer service number of Stanley garage door openers. Let me tell you, there are a lot of businesses with the name Stanley. After several searches in the business database, I finally googled Stanley and garage door opener and hoped I found the right number for her. She never called back, so I assume it worked. Odd Happening of the Week: 4 or 5 US Marshalls come walking in one day. They ask all of us working if we had seen a 6'3, 300 lb black man with corn rows. Apparently he was spotted on the main street a block away and took off running. I am guessing he was a 'pretty bad dude' with the presence of US Marshalls. I mean, it wasn't like they were just the regular police. Tomorrow night my roommate and I are going to see urlLink Lucinda Williams . This weekend my brother is getting married. The whole famdam will be in attendance. Very exciting stuff. |
3,694,096 | female | 23 | Museums-Libraries | Leo | 19,July,2004 | Last Friday marked the end of my year of servitude (ie AmeriCorps service). I hope you all know that I did what I could to eradicate poverty in this nation through the promotion of literacy. Go Literacy! All kidding aside, I had a fabulous year and I really loved my work at the library, running the Homework Center and Read With Me programs. I met lots of great kids and worked with some awesome people - my supervisors, library staff, and the other Vista's. Future plans - I am also lucky enough to only be unemployed for 2 days. Today I start my new job at the library. Rather than being a VISTA, I am now a Library Associate - for the time being at least. I am a 'temporary' LAPT, but hopefully I will get hired when they post the job in September. Basically, that means I will be doing anything and everything at the library - checking out books, answering reference questions, helping customers, you name it. Arlington is a great old library, called a Carnegie library, built in the early 1900s. It has huge windows and is all brick and beautimous. More Future plans - I am applying for graduate school for, you guessed it, Library Science. I'm gonna be a librarian! I plan to start in January at St. Kate's, which is the only school in the state of Minnesota that has a Masters degree in Library Science. The degree will probably take me a year and half - if all goes according to plan. |
3,694,096 | female | 23 | Museums-Libraries | Leo | 09,July,2004 | urlLink It's me, It's me! |
3,694,096 | female | 23 | Museums-Libraries | Leo | 03,July,2004 | ...I gave blood today. |
3,694,096 | female | 23 | Museums-Libraries | Leo | 03,July,2004 | not just a urlLink mausoleum anymore. On Wednesday night, I dragged a willing friend with me to a concert at the Minnesota Zoo Ampitheater. On the bill - urlLink Taj Mahal and the Hula Blues Band with opening act urlLink Jackie Greene . To be quite honest, I really had no desire to see this Taj Mahal person - I had never heard of him before. I had seen Jackie Greene last fall when he opened for Susan Tedeschi at the O'Shag at St. Kate's. He made a believer out of me. Who knew I would become an instant fan of a 23 year old blues/roots/country/rock playing soon to be superstar. I bought both his CD's immedietly and made all my friends listen to them, making them believers too. Wednesday night. A perfect Minnesota summers day. 80 or so degrees...some humidity and more than a few mosquitos. Lucky for us we were sitting next to a smart person with some spray and she let us use some. Only came out of there with a half dozen or so bites. Jackie got on stage around 7:30, while there was still another hour and a half of good sunlight. He blew everyone there away. I'm not lying. I think there might have been a handful of us who had ever heard of them before, but this crowd ate him up. He doesn't banter so well with the crowd, but they were all just astonished that a 23 year old could write and sing this kind of music. Serious. Check him out. After his set, my friend and I stretched our legs and scoped the merchandise. We ended up being two concert weenies and buying the commemorative tour t-shirt. But hey..its a pretty cool t-shirt. We even got them signed by the man himself. When I told him that I saw him in the fall and owned his cd's and told him I came to the concert to see him open, he said 'That's awesome'. Now, don't get the wrong idea. I am definently not a groupie - there were some girls there who would take those honors that night, but I just wanted to let him know that I appreciated his craft. The roar of the crowd and the wail of a guitar told us the starring act had taken the stage. We made our way down to our seats again, not prepared experience the...well, the experience that is Taj Mahal and the Hula Blues Band. On stage you have Taj Mahal on an electric guitar, a bass, a slide guitar, a man who played the sax, flute, and a few other weird looking instruments, and, get this, three ukeleles. They wailed though. It was unbelievable. The best concert of my life. You should have seen it...all these white middle-aged Minnesotan's getting up and dancing - in daylight - like no one was watching. Wonders never cease... |
3,694,096 | female | 23 | Museums-Libraries | Leo | 02,July,2004 | Oh, a nickel for every time I heard that at 7 am. Well, I guess I would have a nickel, but the moral of the story is, if on the first day you have your new phone and the number used to belong to a sanitation removal company, change it. Don't think it will eventually go away. Just change it. June 1st my roommate and I had a new phone number/new apartment. June 1st we started getting about 30 calls a day about picking up peoples trash. The calls would start around 6:30 in the morning and last until at least 7 at night. What I liked the best was when a woman called and asked for my father. I said, uh, no, he wasn't there. She laughs and said, Are you sure [little girl]. I told her that I was pretty sure he wasn't there, since he didn't live with me. She only called back about five times to make sure. Now, most of these calls it was fairly obvious they had the wrong number. First scenario. Me: Hello? Them: Yeah, hi, you didn't come get my trash today. Me: Sorry, you have the wrong number. Them: What? Isn't this .... Me: Yeah, but they don't have this number anymore. Them: Do you know what their new number is? Me: No. Bye. Second scenario. Me: Hello? Them: [something in a language I don't speak] Me: Sorry, you have the wrong number. Them: [more of the language I don't speak or understand] Me: YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER. THEY DON'T HAVE THIS NUMBER ANYMORE. Them: Hang up and call again. Four or five times. The final straw for us came with the couch question. A young woman was very distraught that we didn't come pick up her couches. I gently explained to her [at 7am] that we could not remove her couches and that I did not know who she could get to remove them. She was upset because her landlord was upset, she explains. After a lengthy conversation, her trying to convince me to do something, me trying to convince her that I couldn't, she dropped the bomb. My phone number was on the side of trash cans everywhere around the city. YIKES! That afternoon I convinced the phone company that I desperatly needed a new number, I googled it, and it appeared to be a safe choice. Moral of the story: Never talk to strangers about trash removal. |
3,694,096 | female | 23 | Museums-Libraries | Leo | 12,August,2004 | These last couple weeks I have had the worst run of bad luck. First, my car stereo is stolen last week. Just the face and a connector piece. Enough that my stereo did me no good and the stolen pieces did the thief no good. There's a $100 down the tubes. Two nights ago when I was at work, a rotten child (I'm assuming) came into the staff room - while I was in the adjoining office with the door open - and stole my cell phone. Argh! Thankfully I had my old cell phone and even had a sim card all ready to go. Except now I think my battery might be old because I charged it yesterday and it was already dead today and I didn't really talk on it at all. The kids at the library have been out of control this week. I think they are mostly bored with the summer, because they do nothing but cause trouble. I think today might be the first day that I didn't yell at any kids. All week long, it has been a constant battle with them. |
3,694,096 | female | 23 | Museums-Libraries | Leo | 08,August,2004 | Last night I attended my 5 year high school reunion. It was a tolerably pleasant evening. I didn't really have any burning desire to see the people that I remembered from high school - for the most part I have kept in touch with the people I considered good friends. I did have one pleasant surprise of a friend there. I hadn't spoken with her since graduation. I think we may have emailed for a bit a year or so after graduation, but we lost touch. It was great catching up with her. After a few hours though, I had about as much as I could take and took off. 5 years really didn't change anyone that much - old attitudes die hard. This last week the esteemed mayor of Saint Paul, Mr. Randy Kelly, endorsed George W. Bush for re-election. Now, this news wouldn't be so shocking, except that Kelly is a long-time DFL (Democrat to those non Minnesotans) party member. He is from the East Side of Saint Paul, where a Republican hasn't been elected from that district in god knows how many years. This endorsement comes as a bit of a shock. Maybe its something in the water, as our last mayor also switched from DFL to Republican. Although Kelly has stated that he has no intentions of switching parties, there are rumors that the governor may give him an appointment to a state post, or that he might run for US Senate. The reason that Kelly gave behind his decision to back Bush is that he saw a bumper sticker that said 'I Hate Bush'. He decided the liberals were pushing the politics of hate and his mind was made up from there. I am thinking that if the mayor of Saint Paul bases his decisions upon bumper sticker politics, the DFL party might be better off without him. Also in the political arena, this new terror threat bothers me. Not that I am afraid of a terror threat, but that it seems to be politically motivated. Normally candidates can expect a boost in the polls following their nominating conventions, but with the announcement of a new 'terror' threat, the Dept. of Homeland Security all but nullified the effects of the convention. The Kerry camp has denied that it thinks the announcement was politically motivated, but honestly, can we really trust what we are being told? From the 8/8/04 edition of the Saint Paul Pioneer Press 'Now, on the subject of the convention, most observers agreed last week brought a newly energized Democratic party, one focused on a common goal. With the party now in the spotlight, many people are wondering... ' (Stewart is handed a piece of paper) 'Oh. Terror warning. Guess I'll have to stop talking about the Democrats.' — Jon Stewart On a lighter note, a urlLink recent news item states that the Dutch are now working to ban toe-licking. Obviously seeking to protect the Danes pursuit of life, liberty and happiness, a simple solution is to ban toe-licking. As I know you can all agree with me, when my toes get licked, I really do have a hard time feeling safe. While the article states that the 'would be Casanova' could not be charged with any crime for licking unsuspecting ladies toes, I have to wonder, just how many different body parts can a stranger lick before commiting a crime. |
3,694,096 | female | 23 | Museums-Libraries | Leo | 06,August,2004 | I have recently heard complaints that I don't update my blog quite enough. People - I have heard your voices through the blackness of night and promise you a new day is coming forth! A new day of blogging. You will no longer live in fear of not hearing about the literate and shameless. I pledge to you on this day, that no longer will I deprive the world.... All right. I give up. I can't do it anymore. To be honest, it wasn't 'people'. It was only 'people' if by 'people' you mean my sister. Hey, at least this girl can always count on her sister. So I make this pledge to you, my sister, that I will strive daily to brighten your life with my daily quips, happenings, and strife. To catch you reading fools up to date since the last post, Lucinda Williams put on a darn good show (although not as good as urlLink Taj Mahal ). Hmm...My job is going swimmingly. I am learning lots of new stuff everyday. I am hoping against all hopes that I will get hired as regular staff and come out of the darkness of temporary employment that holds no benefits. I like most of the people I work with, and I have also had the opportunity to work a couple of days down at the urlLink Central library . In other news, I turned in my application for urlLink graduate school . Dum da da dum! All my paperwork is in, barring a recommendation that I dropped of for my professor this week. Hopefully I can bring you tidings, oh yes, of comfort and joy in November. On the foot front, a pair of shoes that I had purchased from Naturalizer and subsequently had to return after the liner became unglued, are going to be in my possession soon! For those of you who don't know this, I dearly loved this pair of shoes. When I returned them, they ordered me a replacement pair, but they were out of stock. By luck, I was on their website and found them again...For 50% off! Go urlLink Naturalizer ! Tomorrow I am going to the urlLink Farmer's Market with my dad, then he is going to come over and help me hang some pictures. I had purchased two prints from Ikea that complimented my 'Chinese Peasant Art' or as Shannon and Bryce call it 'Suburbia'. Unfortunately, I seem to be very special in the ...art of hanging art....and can't seem to do it. That's what a girls daddy is for though! Tomorrow night I will be attending my 5 year high school reunion. Let the gossiping, commence! |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 30,July,2004 | Why do you hurt Why cant you see these poems are my release Why should you hurt Why can't you read You dont love me anyways There all about you There all about me Why is this hard Why cant you understand you shouldnt be hurting by reading these If im over you.. im done cant you see that this was hard for me letting go but you find pain in it can you hurt when you dont love im letting go of love not friendship im still here for that but still i dont undertand Why do you hurt Why cant you see these poems are my release Why should you hurt Why can't you read These are the inner me this is my strength this my relief form you from me cant you see im filling your gap someone else can do that youre not my everything so dont say you hurt say you cant see because this poetry this release this.. is me |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 29,July,2004 | you've changed me piece by piece day by day this friendship has finally grown cant you see I've fallen so far so deep into this cant you see you're all i'll ever need but you dont seem to see seem to care about this heart save meplease from this depth this pit i have created but you only see me here when green is in your eyes no longer is there light all you wanted all you ever needed was this this what controls your world your heart Is that all you see All you see in me the money i make what i spend on you please cant you see ive fallen head over heels fallen so deep my heart craves you my soul needs you cant you see you're all ill ever need complete me please theres more to me more then money I'll be your wantings Ill fill your needs money doesnt make you complete but i can cant you see I've fallen so far so deep into this cant you see you're all i'll ever need |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 28,July,2004 | Here is a poem iI found online... and i liked it so much i put it here for yall to read... Time By ©Ginny Storm Time is sleeping softly now, As though it will never awaken; And here, now, in this moment, My heart is being taken. This day will last forever, Though I know that it's only a day. And soon, you will have left me, Like a cloud floating away. And yet, time is looking right at us, And this hour will never end. But time is ever cruel-hearted, And like a thief, is stealing my friend. This second will last an eternity, As seconds sometimes do; And I can say that I have spent Eternity with you. One moment can last a lifetime, And though we soon will part, I vow that I will always love This thief that stole my heart. |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 28,July,2004 | Where did you come from how did you find me was i really that obvious that i was that lonely so afraid afraid to trust to give my heart away Been hurt Can you heal me bring me back to one peice put me back together i really need someone like you to stand by my side to always keep me safe help me stand once again on my own two feet help trust help me be me I need that light that warmth that security i once had i ve never felt so lonely so unwanted not here am i invisible apparently not to you you saw my soul you saw my heart please keep it safe keep me glued together keep me as one dont let my heart be broken i dont want to cry again i dont want that more i cant beleive you saw me i cant beleieve your mine lets be together please dont think twice your all i ever want just keep me safe dont make me cry and ill be happy once again |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 27,July,2004 | You threw it all away but now your back for more did you think id still be here be your fall back once again You cant have me my heart my soul you tore it up its finally put together pasted by my hands i cant handle that pain again so for you im not here i wont be your fall back no more cant you see i've grown up so much grown up to realize im not a fall back i aint yours tonight im not there i wont be your light i wont be anything not to you not again ever more see the light in someone else yeah I'm growin up leavin you for dead cause i aint your fall back not anymore not ever i am just a memory and thats all i want to be erase me dont see me im not there anymore ever again quit looking for a dream a dream thats gone away cant you see ive woken up you are gone the nightmare the monster all washed away the morning sun is here for me at least i can count on it to warm me up to keep the light your gone im not your fall back anymore cause im gone too ive flown away ive washed away i am a stain in your heart cant have anymore ever again |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 27,July,2004 | Jeff's poem If you knew how i felt how everything is good would your heart come to mine would this turn out right if you knew the way i felt the way you make me smile if you knew this heart of mine would you come to me would you be mine why cant i tell you everything tell you whats inside would you rip this heart of mine would you make me cry please try your best please try to see the things that i may hide the things i cant get out to you the things that are inside. If only you could view me from where im standing at the light you've placed inside me its here its shining bright if only you could see this different side of me would you come for me would you put out the light would we be happy could this be right could it go wrong would the light quit shining would the warmth be gone dont let it get cold if i let you inside this heart this soul of mine i wish i could tellyou tell you so much tell you the way i feel your touch can you see my smile can you see how i feel If you knew how i felt how everything is good would your heart come to mine would this turn out right |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 27,July,2004 | I wish to feel you just one more time the way my heart was yours i cant forget all the things i can only think of them more we were so happy so close but i keep thinkin about yesterday what went wrong where did we get lost how can everything change so fast why does everything have to be about you why cant you just erase everything you did everything you said can we turn around and do this all again rewrite this perfect ending make it work make it happen but i keep thinking about yesterday what went wrong where did we get lost this would be so easy if we would just try keep getting off track lets keep it straight lets throw it all away lets just start over once more again lets come together hold my hand but i keep thinking about yesterday what went wrong where did we get lost This will never end the fights the argument can we start over can this shit end lets quit thinking lets just quit i get it we're done its over its over cant stop thinking about yesterday that is whats wrong that is where i get lost |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 27,July,2004 | If i could heal your heart i would If i could heal your pain i would If i could see you smile again If only i could help you i would If only i could show you the good in the world Take your hand and your difficult path i would If only.. if only I could see you smile see you happy.. wipe your tears If only i could.... i would If i could erase what hurt you the most If i could restart where everything went wrong i would But i cant I cant help you forget I cant take that pain away But i can be here for you I can try to make you smile I can take your hand and guide you through your path But the decisions are yours the pain may suck But thats yours too You'll never forget either No one really forgets those who have taken a peice of the heart Instead of forgetting them Thank them Because this will make you stronger This is just a stepping stone you need to get over This is your life! Remember everyone.. no matter if I've yelled at you.. told you I hated you.. I'll always be here when you think you are going through the toughest time in life... I could never turn my back when your weak and low.. this is for the people who have had a bad luck in Love.. believe me.. i know the pain and I'm willing to Listen to you and help you through.... I'll always be a guide.. I'll always try my best to give the best advice.. and you know i'll always tell you the truth! Dont ever do anything stupid that may hurt you.. there is someone always that wants you around.. someone that can help you.... I will always be here! |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 26,July,2004 | Well.. i hate to bitch right now but i have to.. I just hate when people are always wanting pity.. They are always so fuckin negative.. ' oh I'm Ugly, You don't have to lie.' Stuff like that.. when someone tells you you aren't but yet every time you have the chance you're like.. No I'm not.. blah blah... Really how is that attractive.. if you want attention well that is just not the way to get it... If i like you for you.. be happy for that.. shit, you don't want to end up getting on my bad side.. I like people for being themselves.. being secure about the person they are and the person they are choosing to be.. faults, and 'ugliness' and all... Sometimes i really don't understand, do you just like hearing other people compliment you to make you feel better?? I mean seriously.. if i tell you you are hot or you are just the greatest person to be around.. then take that and be happy... Guys can be so self conscious about everything.. girls are too.. but self confidence.. maybe just a little can be attractive to anyone.. well to me.. knowing a guy can hold their own.. well thats good! Well thats all i have to say.. Ill be on tonight to write somethin new.. hopefully inspiration will strike and I'll write a poem. |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 25,July,2004 | A beautiful Mustang has never been tamed, but now there's something wrong and there's only you to blame. You caged her up, never to fly, Among the other Mustangs, among another sky. She looks out to the world wishing she was home, To galop in the meadow where she can freely roam. There are things that she cannot forget, The smell of different flowers and how the sun may set. Please let her go and let the Mustang free, for the deeper meaning is the Mustangs truly me. I've been caged up to many times before, My wings have been clipped so i may never soar. Hope is all I have but how far will it go, There are things that i wish i could know. Maybe one day you will finally see, the damage you have caused me and the person I can't be, I will strive on and do what i can do, there is no point in always feeling blue. I thank all my friends for always standing near. And to my new friend of who i share a fear, Fuck the world who hates us because we speak our mind, but always be happy of the things that you may find. live life today and let go of the past, this life is truly wonderful but damn it goes to fast. well.. i think thats as far as this poem can go.. my mind has quit thinkin and well it has a good length right now! thanks also for people who comment on these! Hopefully you appreciate things as they are, and if you see yourself in one of my ' hate blogs' well maybe you have a better understandin why people may fuckin hate you.. im just speakin my mind and tellin you what others may be scared to say! |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 24,July,2004 | FUCK!! I am so fuckin borin... there is nothing to do and i wish i wasnt here! Home seems so far away.. but fuck.. drinkin and wishin i was home will just have to do for now! If only there was something it wouldnt be so bad.. yeah im away from home for my dads bday but i find no fun in it... its all the old farts talking about how many years have gone by.. ohh what fun!NOT! I would have wriiten in here yesterday.. but i was so fuckin tired from work that i decided to just go straight to bed! well i have this poem to write but i wrote it on paper at home.. ill try to remember it and write it but if i dont remember then i guess i aint fuckin writing! byeeeeeeeeeeeeee side note written july 28: sorry i wasnt all there when i wrote this... so it might not make sense.. just a bunch of rambling |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 22,July,2004 | hey hey.. well right now im at my dads birthday party.. ooh he's over the hill.. Id be out partying but I've had way to much to drink and my head can't take the LOUD music anymore! I know i shouldn't be drinkin but what the Fuck its a time to be happy and that is exactly what i asm doing at this time.. haha i know im pathetice.. i need to be drinkin to have fun.. but i had fun before i started drinkin.. its just a side attraction i guess.. like the sweet taste on my tongue.. might as well get the drinkin out of my system now then when i get to college.. then i will really buckle down because a career will be on the line! man it feels wierd.. my dad is turnin forty.. if he lives to be 80.. well that means he's half way done.. and thats just scary.. i now i shouldnt be thinkin like that but i cant help it.. its my biggest fear.. death.. we cant get away from it.. we just come closer to it.. will i be prepared when i leave?? i wanna think i am but then i feel like what if you dont believe in an after life... what the hell is there left.. NOTHING! why the fuck does that sound so bad... why cant their be like a way that we know what id really after this life.. but no... the human race.. the world.. isnt that lucky.. that great.... uh.. well my head is poundin.. haha im gonna find another drink and ill write tomorrow.. hopefully everything i wrote makes some sense.. i now its kinda random but all my thought arent in order at this point in time! |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 22,July,2004 | Today isn't a day to write poetry or to write something inspirational.. today was just another day.. nothing exciting... My family came in and my new house mate/ 'twin' has finally come to set in for 6 months or so... the trouble and mischievous things that i know somehow we will get into.. but i guess thats a good thing.. an exciting story to tell.. drinking.. partying.. that at comes in the package of my 'twin'...... oh and womanizer at that.. got a girl of his own... but he doesnt care.. hes in love with american women.. well just the way they dance.. haha dirty dancin! Okay well he just updated doesnt have a girl.. hmm i wonder why?? WOMANIZER! I'm tellin you.. the day he actually settles down.. will be the day.. haha that i get a man! haha.. that'll be A LONG time! Wow... im ramblin on and on about nothing because that is exactly what gone on today.. oh and the fact that i am watchin everyone who comes into these doors loose their money in a card game.. quite entertaining.. a mexican family and a gay guy.. no one exaclty knows what is goin on.. i just here giggles .... they are drunk while being sober! just because they are laughin about cards.. i guess i would get it if i played but i dont.. i dont play cards.. im afraid to loose money.. money i definately dont have... Why does everything have to do about money.. if you aint got money.. well you cant do shit! Isnt that fucked up.. what happened to the days that you could be entertained without money! UH! oh well i guess thats life.. Fucked up and out to take every down to the shithole! oh what joy! well i dont know what the fuck to say so Im out! |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 21,July,2004 | Threw it all away ME) i never had him.. i didnt get to hold him close.. his warmth was too far for my reach.. to him a friends is all he saw.. and i waited in despair for that to change.. but fuck he through it all away JR) saw him there...Standing alone...who knew hed be the love of your life..but FUCK he threw it all away! he threw it all away (x4) ME) its sucks so bad to feel the hurt JR) yeah ME) who knew that pain would come along... why did i wait for something unreal... you had me... you lost me but yet im sill here...waiting for a love that never came...waiting for the feelings to be the same. JR) i remember the years for the love that never came....you hade me lost and now Im not the same The End Thank you JR for helpin me! Creativity flows through our veins.. The poetic (me) and The Musician(you)! A wonderful duo.. Beat that you sons of a bitches! We can write! haha sorry... im in this funny mood... i have real quick mood changes.. i go from my 'FUCK THE WORLD CRUSADE'.. which i love the most!.. to the Romantic.. which depresses me! Then to my own little mode called.. THE KICK ASS BITCH mode! |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 21,July,2004 | Everything I see, Everything i do, Somehow, remind me of you, I loved you so much, I cant forget your touch, but I still want you out, out of my mind, out of my heart, I need to move on, experience something new, But yet, all my thoughts lead back to you, Everything I see, Everything i do, Somehow remind me of you. You're everything I've always wanted, You're everything to me, but slowly I am changing, and im letting you leave. Someday, Somehow, Ill finally be over you! |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 20,July,2004 | Man, I really don't know what hurts more, liking someone and cant having them, or trying to let go. I wish i knew why I let something stupid as a guy get to me, but it does, he does! I know i'm doing better now, I finally try to go out with other guys and well... now HE is in the back of my mind. When i see him, he is just another face in the crowd. He is not what I want, He doesnt like the outdoors, I love it and need a guy that will love that with me. He doesnt like to get dirty, I'd love to mudd wrestle with a guy someday, hopefully not just hopes of him falling will happen, but he will be falling emotionally too, for me! HE doesnt like animals, Animals are my life, eventually and hopefully my career. He hates the government, i want to marry into the military and one day work as a civilian on an Air Force Base. By pointing out all of what we dont have in common, well, each time i let go, peice by peice, because i know, hes not what im looking for. He doesnt speek his mind, he doesnt let me know. I want someone, who is comfortable in their skin, and they know to an extent want they want. I want someone who will never give up, and always push harder no matter what. I want an athlete to keep up with me, because everyone knows the hassle that I can be. Mr. Perfect or semi at that, maybe not perfect at all, but was meant for me, where are you! when will we finally be? are you here, or farther along the road? i'm willing to wait, because i know when i find you, i'll finally be happy.. for now, im just out for casual dating, because when we finally meet, you will stand out from the rest and it will be an unexplainable experience.. i just cant wait. till im finally there with you. No longer will pain and love go hand in hand.. you will erase that from my system, and show me what love is. I am such a romantic but yet, you see the tough me! the one who can probably kick your ass, no I know I can kick your ass... Im Mayra and no one messes with me.... I've always held my own and I know who I am and what I can be. No guy will ever take that away, good or bad. I know ME! |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 20,July,2004 | To think that I finally found a person who seems to understand where I am coming from can be so many miles away and only now I have found them. To think that I had years to get to know them, but waited until they were gone to finally talk. I thank the internet so much because with out it, I would not have the interesting conversations I have now. The fact the they are not afraid to say what they think, that we have things in common, it just makes me come to a realization that if you don't try to get to know a person while they are here, well, you may be missing out on having a friend. I am glad though that I never deleted the screen name and was able to find a friend, not mattering that we are so many miles apart. If only people here could cherish a friendship and realize that one day we will be going our own paths... they need to enjoy the presence of their friends now and be glad they are able to connect with that person. I guess all I want to get through is that I truly cherish all my friends, even when they fuck up. Realize your mistakes and apologize if need be, don't loose a friend over something stupid as being a fucking asshole! |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 20,July,2004 | Doesn't it just bother people when friends think they can boss you around just because of the simple fact that they are your friends. How can you treat someone like that? That is a shitty way of expressing how grateful you are that they actually stand by you no matter what! I swear if I put a you (you know who you are) in the same situation you would leave or you would bitch back! If you are gonna treat someone like shit then don't get mad if they bitch.. they have the right to do so and you should wonder why they put up with all the shit... did it ever come to you that they maybe really want to be your friend and you should just cool it. If you are going to tell me to do something ask me nicely and I'll either respond nicely no or I might do it. The world does not revolve around you! Sometimes people can be such assholes, and even bigger shitheads when they blame you or something that happened by the way they are acting, quit fucking around... the problem is YOU! I can't take it for long.. either you treat me like I should be treated.. or FUCK off because someone else appreciates my Fuckin presence and friendship! |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 20,July,2004 | well... thanks to a new found friend.. not really new to me.. but I'm finally gettin to know a little about him... i am startin my own journal 'blog' thing. i find it interesing how people find it entertaining to here about another person's life experiences.. its like 'reality web'. I think its the fact that you are able to relate to what they are going through, a shitty day, falling in love, or just a regular day, we find it comforting that there is someone out there who is like us, someone who you feel understands you. The good thing about this too is that people dont know your ethnicity, sexual orientation, nothing, just what you want them too... you can have someone totally opposite of you understand you and that well, really blows me away! you dont know me, who i am, who writes here everyday, im here to spill you all my soul, my life thats never ending. I speak my heart and dont hold back, I let you know the truth, I'll offend you here someday, but i dont really care, you can bitch to me today, and tell me that im wrong, but these are my thoughts, these are me, and im not wanting you to like it, just keep on reading if you wish, you're shit just keep to you, this page is mine you fucking whore, emotions freely fly, this is me, cant you see, so quit asking who am I! |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 17,August,2004 | why cant you see.. the deeper side of me.. why cant you see.. that all my poems arent about past lust.. past relationships.. why cant you see that there is some who see this person i am.. these people.. i dont hold close.. when im in my skin.. because they are in theres too.. there skin and mine.. dont really click.. they wouldnt go together.. 2 drummers.. a fighter.. theyve taken the time.. to know me.. all of you.. know the skin.. and what i write.. pain.. and the love.. and what im scared of.. they know.. they relate.. they are naked here.. naked with me.. opened up.... and those who read this with all the deeper side.. dont smile with the last lines.. of nakedness.. but yet.. the skin they are in.. does smile.. the child side.. the people we create... but we.. we are diffeent.. we are one of kind.. we all express ourselves.. we all have a time to open and a time to close.. so you who cant see.. see the deeper me.. see whats really there.. then youve lost the touch.. youve lost yourself.. you are no longer a one of a kind.. you have become what society wants.. you have followed the footsteps of others.. but us we mark our own path.. we are the people you cant see |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 16,August,2004 | if love was all you had and you think you've lost it what do you have left? nothing.. nothing. a sense of loneliness, not being loved.... love.. why is it so hard... love.. it means so much.. but yet.... ive lost its meaning.. i lost the feel... but where along the line... ive lost love... but yet i seem to find it...in a form i didnt know was there.. in a guy who well.. finds something in me that no one has.. a guy.. whos inner person is like mine.. a guy whose been through so much pain and sorrow.. i wish to wash it all away.. i wish to be there for him always...he helps me find love.. where darkness enfolds.. he himself need love.. in the darkness he has created.. in the darkness he lives in.. ill share my light.. ill be your light.. but not like you wanted.. but a light that you accept now... a light of our love.. inner.. deeper..... i hope you realize who you are.. because ive shown you so much about me.. you.. you called me beautiful.. and it wasnt about me.. it was the inner.. the thing that no one sees... beautiful.. it echoes in my head.. my heart.. if times had been different.. if we talked like we do here in other places.. we would be... be together.. probably...i wouldnt let hugs be worthless.. i wouldnt let a kiss not mean a thing... but thats just e.. and im not them.. and i see deeper then most people my age.. most people like me.... i hope you know ill be here.. anytime you need.. i hope you know i love you.. even though there is Nothing left for me. |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 16,August,2004 | i cried today i've lost my way please find me here alone i need you here to guide the way to hold my hand at night to keep me warm to keep me safe to show me to the light the darkness here the things i fear enclosing me in tight your face i see your touch i feel have helped me through it all with you right here the fear has cleared please never lose the sight to see me here with all this fear alone through all the night |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 10,August,2004 | desks, memories, people from the past the markings, the words, engraved deeply on a desk words of love, words of hate, those words from the past there for us to see, to remember, never to wash away the initials, the names, most written out of love my fingers, running through, trying to visualize the past my desk of light brown wood, with writings, carvings, an album of the years those fake love writings that probably didnt last those fake love words written in pen or pencil, easy to wash away, easy to forget these words, these initials, these people want to live on live, on, on this desk, live on forever never forget, never erased those old memories, love, hate, drawings, all one on my desk cant listen in class, distracted by the past my name, now engraved, there to be remembered my legend, my past, forever engraved and remembered on that desk next year, new kid, intigued by the voices from the past cant study, cant listen, needs to add on his name this desk, an album, a peice of art, a place where thoughts were made thoughts of love, thoughts of hate, thoughts that helped you make it throughout the day that desk, never alone, never the same, always being added on none other alike, all with different names, different memories, a different story to tell different years, years of hope, years of love, years that never end these memories, these names, bring a smile to my face never forget, always remember out of love or hate their names here, here to be cherished, to intrigue you of their tale a tale that was important, a tale that never ends, a tale that is remembered engraved for a reason, never to be forgotten, never to wash away always here to be remembered, to intrigue us here today |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 10,August,2004 | i use to like aboy with blonde haor and blue eyes he seemed to be the perfect one but those were all just lies then you came along and swept me off my feet i couldn't help but smile as my heart skipped a beat the feelings for that boy started to erase everytime i talked to you and got to see your face you have a different vibe then that other boy everywhere you walk you bring happiness and joy your laugh is like a love song written in the air i like the time we're together and the moments that we share i wish i was brave to tell you how i feel but i cant help but wonder if this is real then i see your face again and i know its true all these feelings that i'm having are all because of you |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 10,August,2004 | Your touch, your eyes, with me all the time your smile, your lies, make me want to cry i miss you, i forget you i'm confused of what i feel i love you, i hate you these feelings are so real you're gone, i want you why did you have to leave you left, i'm here i wish we could have been your picture, those memories they feel so alive your lips, that kiss was that your mistake i liked, you apologized what went through your head your good, your bad things i wish to forget but i still miss you i still love you i still want you to be mine i want to hold you i want to see you i just want to cry your memory is strong your voice makes me calm those calls make me happy those calls make me miss your touch, your eyes, with me all the time your smile, your kiss, imprinted in my heart your friendship, the best the good times that we had your future, my future connected by these times always, forever together through it all friends, buds nothing to seperate that bond dont forger, neither will i those memories of us our fun times, our bad everything in our lives my feelings, you reading please dont laugh i miss, come back your friend you left behind |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 10,August,2004 | how did we end up like this so far apart so distinct i feel like i dont even know you you were my soul mate my everything but now you've become just another voice on the line you're not mine i dont claim you its over cant you see we made it happen once before but now im done no longer do i want you i dont crave your kisses your touch because im finally done cant you see the new me the woman i've become im in search for something new something far from you someone who doesnt know me He'll get to know me deeper then you ever did then you ever tried this is my new voice stronger, wiser ive learned from you but now i'm done your my past the person on the other line the person who i'm not afraid no more butterflies no more |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 03,August,2004 | do you hear it the voices from the past spoken softly in the night i hear it as the cool wind blows i hear it with a creeping chill running down my back the voices of wise the voices of old filling my head and dreams they know so much of life and death the answers to all questions all i hear is gentle whispers not to make out a word i hear it as the night is still i hear it when my eyes are closed just concentrate and stand still to make out the voice that takes me to a different world my lullaby for sleep do you hear it the voices from the past spoken softly in the night |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 03,August,2004 | lets not speak about it ever agin lets not go down that road of what we are and come to be and how it started out every beginning must have an end the cruelty of life death to us is not an option its what we'll come to face we will meet it young or old some to be too soon some with pain and some without but always alone no one to help you no one to explain what is to become a heaven, paradise is what we think the pretty thoughts we made nothing is empty nothing is sad something we've never felt life is something we never have nothing until the day we die our final thoughts as breath grows slow as the heart will take its stop do you see a light or total darkness night do you see the face of god what is there for you if only these answers i could know this process wouldnt be so hard the fear of death the fear of end nothingness at all |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 03,August,2004 | What lies behind behind those lies this wall let me find you save you are you scared the real you is there behind it all does anyone know him the guy behind you |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 03,August,2004 | what have i become am i the women you wanted me to be did your plans go the way you wanted them to your expectations were high, so different from mine i'm a free soul, out to write write whats inside, my heart, me thats who you see when you read this not a soccer player, a band geek, and IB student to you i'm little perfect, always under your wing but i'm a free bird, you cant cage this, my writing, this is me broken hearted, a romantic a person who doesnt regret giving her heart each step i take, i learn no cage can teach me mistakes let me learn, let me live i need inspiration, i need pain, i need mistakes this is what i write about, me cant you see, give me space no longer am i little, i need protection i need guidance but not this, this cage |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 03,August,2004 | What Happened To Us? by Hoobastank Album : The Reason I thought it was too good to be true I found somebody who understands me Someone who would help me to get through And fill an emptiness I had inside me But you kept inside and I just denied Some things that we should have both said I knew it was too good to be true Cause I'm the only one who understands me What happened to us? We used to be so perfect Now we're lost and lonely What happened to us? And deep inside I wonder Did I loose my only? Remember they thought we were too young To really know what it takes to make it But we had survived off what we have done So we could show them all that they're mistaken But who could have known The lies that would grow Until we could see right through them Remember they knew we were too young We still don't know what it takes to make it What happened to us? We used to be so perfect Now we're lost and lonely What happened to us? And deep inside I wonder Did I loose my only one? We could've made it work We could've found a way We should've done our best to see another day But we kept it all inside until it was too late And now we're both alone The consequence we pay for throwing it all away For throwing it all away What happened to us? We used to be so perfect Now we're lost and lonely What happened to us? And deep inside I wonder Did I loose my only? What happened to us? What happened to us? What happened to us? What happened to us? |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 03,August,2004 | Broken Promises BY: Element Eighty The day you left me There was a feeling I have never shown The day you told me There were the words that I have never known And now it's over so what's left that I should ever feel Cause since the day you left me I have been so alone And now we're left with broken promises My heart can't take no more And now we're left with broken promises My mind has had enough Deep inside me There are things that I have never told Burn inside me and noe i need to know Why are you trying to take everything away from me Well I'm begging you I'm here with nothing left to show Cause since the day you left me I have been so alone And now we're left with broken promises My heart can't take no more And now we're left with broken promises My mind has had enough Look at how you turned on me You run away and left me here with nothing to see I'm a man so turn around and say it to me Don't you think I've got something to say Look at how you turned on me You run away and left me here with nothing to see I'm a man so turn around and say it to me Don't you think I've got something to say Look at how you turned on me You run away and left me here with nothing to see I'm a man so turn around and say it to me Don't you think I've got something to say And now we're left with broken promises My heart can't take no more And now we're left with broken promises My mind has had enough And now we're left with broken promises My heart can't take no more And now we're left with broken promises My mind has had enough |
3,976,976 | female | 17 | Student | Taurus | 03,August,2004 | Well was it there to say... i have no inspiration in writing a poem because frankly my mind isn't all here.. Dont you find it uncomfortable when you are somewhere with your long time ago ex but now is just your friend and then your more recent ex shows up with his new girlfriend but your two exs are friends so they are all hangin out?? uh i got myself in that position and it was fuckin uncomfortble... the 'girlfriend' really doesnt like me because her boyfriend well has a histiry with me... and the funny part is... they use to date and then i took him away from her and then after awhile i broke it up with him and now hes back to her.. shes afraid i might take him away again.. but why the Fuck would i do that.... it isnt worth the drama... haha.. single life is great anyways... im just lookin for a guy that will commit and knowing that ill be goin to college in a year.. no point in committing when distance will tear you apart... some can get through it but i dont think i can.. i mean a little distance is ok.. an hour or two hour drive.. thats ok.. but a plane ride.. thats way to much!!! well i have nothing more to point out ot talk about! inspiration will hit me maybe tonight and ill come write! |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 27,May,2004 | urlLink Yahoo! News - BUSH YOUTH? Regardless of what this article says on Kerry and Bush, I found surprising what it says about the 'real estate bubble fueled by low interest rates [that] has deprived the vast majority of Americans under 30 of even the hope of buying their first home. ' I also want a home, I also want a life, but it's so hard. My job and my position is hard. I can't do what my father did when he was my age. So sad. |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 26,May,2004 | My tennis elbow is a bit bad today. You know, I don't play tennis. I just spend my day here sitting in front of the computer. It hurts like hell actually. Today doesn't feel like its going to be really hot. The weather was hazy but nice, it was fresh but humid. Who the hell cares? Well, if you live in a place that can become an inferno in less than 2 hours you would. Temperatures around 38C are expected later this week, that means it will probably feel like 45C in this humidity saturated hell hole. To the imperialists, 45C is way too hot. But it is a bit unfair to call it a hell hole, it can be a beautiful place, with gorgeous mountain framed sunsets and spectacular cloud effects. I enjoy watching the mountain every time I drive home from work. I can get lost in its deep misty ravines and am myself mystified by its white faces of rock around its tops. I wish I could be a cloud, and roll down its green sides, scratching the unscratchable depths of my soul with the tips of its evergreens. Too bad... I could have been a poet or a thief... if you know what I mean. I saw a tv programme ( How I like this girl. I wonder what music she likes. |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 25,May,2004 | Why is it that we don't know what we want? Most of the time we do, but for some moments, especially the most painful, we don't have a clue about what we want. |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 21,May,2004 | Ok.. this is my last blog of the day. I want to get teh hell out of here. The AC in the office is unsufferable. It's so damn cold. Really, I hate sharing my office with tons of people. Well, they are 8 .. but still, it's too much for me. I need my privacy. My quest today is to find a way to post images in my blogs. Images are so much nicer. I hope I can find a free option of course. Cheers! |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 10,May,2004 | What's with my blogg? Is it too stinky? Why isn't it in the most recently updated whatever list? I wam destined to live unkown by the rest of the world. |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 10,May,2004 | I think I am a moderate fan of urlLink Cosmic Baby . I could be much more of a fan if I could actually afford to buy any CDs. But hell, he's one of the great when it comes to electronica. It sure feels a bit wrong when teens nowadays believe that there is nothing greater than Moby or whatever electronica they listen to, if they do at all. I also miss Future Sound of London. They made me so happy, and they still do whenever I get to listen to them. I get so bored of having the same CDs. Sometimes I catch a bit of sample from them in the Discovery Channel, that always makes me smile. But it is also sad that we can't continue to enjoy their sounds, but somehow we can still listen to Madonna and U2 even after 20 years. So lame. Perhaps I should build a list of groups that I would have loved to never let go of ever. Maybe someday. |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 10,May,2004 | I am putting to good use the Blog This button on my google bar. urlLink Hyperreal is a site that is reminisent of the first sites I was such a fan of back in 1996 when I ' mosaiqued ' my way through the internet. We've come so far now with all this. I used to be cool back then. Very first outlaw web page in my university. Now I am one of the drones. Help! Please Help! |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 10,May,2004 | Ok.. here's something useful: urlLink turux I don't know who does this site. I don't know what it means. I just know I love it so much. It is to me the first, finest, and only proof of real electronic art. The feeling to me is indescribable. Although of late I have been wandering off the real techno freaking path, I am still a techie. This site helps me jump from thecno to electronica. It's just sublime. I hope someone reads this and agrees with me. |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 10,May,2004 | urlLink gmail swap: checking for invitations Ok.. what's this about 'active' bloggering? I think I failed to read the fine print on this page, or is there? I want my account. Do I have to keep blogging to get one? Well, I will blogg you all to death. Just so you know, I got an account at blogger.com even before I knew it was a 'gateway' to get a gmail accoun. Not that I will ever get one. Just my luck. |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 10,May,2004 | Well... cheking this site out : urlLink www.gmailswap.com I found out that supposedly if I were an active blogger in this site, I was going to be invited for a gmail account. But to my luck, I wasn't. I then thought that because I was a Mexican and I put that in my profile I wasn't being invited. It's so obnoxiuos when geographical specific content is offerd in sites. My latest outrage was when I wanted to check out the episodes of the not so popular animated series of The Clone Wars that in my country appear on the cartoon network (I'm not bothering to create links for this things, that goes to show you that I am still indignated). Well I connected to the cartoon network site and when I tried to watch the damn cartoos, that I don't even like that much anyway, the browser spewed out somehting like 'This content is not authorized for your region' . How about that? Sucks. Well anyway, I hope that my offer for a free translation of documents in the site will prompt anyone for a gmail swap. I don't think that's going to happen. |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 10,May,2004 | After reading this subversive piece of journalism urlLink 'DEMOCRATS FOR GUNS' (Ted Rall) I began to shiver with rage. What would happen when all you stinking democrats vote for Kerry and put him in office? Yes, I have heard from very trustworthy sources, that as soon as Kerry steps in office (something that we must seek to avoid at all costs), he will completely ban the use, breeding and petting of possums. I mean, what the hell is that? It is since the beginning of this great nation that we have been cultivating the art of breeding and training possums for our own enjoyment and protection. Who will protect my kids from potential, possum wielding strangers? We must fight for this right. |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 10,May,2004 | Hell... I have never felt comfortable enough with anyone to really tell the first sexual experience I've ever had, so I have a bit of a problem with first times. Some people may even say that I don't give a good first impression, but as they get to know me, in time, they change their minds about me. I find that hard to believe, I think they actually confirm that I am a pompous ass and just realize that I am rather harmless and decide they can actually get by without giving a damn about me. So without further ado I give you what hopefully will be endless pointless observations on my life and pretty much a complete waste of time. |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 27,May,2004 | urlLink Yahoo! News - BUSH YOUTH? Regardless of what this article says on Kerry and Bush, I found surprising what it says about the 'real estate bubble fueled by low interest rates [that] has deprived the vast majority of Americans under 30 of even the hope of buying their first home. ' I also want a home, I also want a life, but it's so hard. My job and my position is hard. I can't do what my father did when he was my age. So sad. |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 26,May,2004 | How many more posts I have to write to get some attention around here? |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 26,May,2004 | urlLink Fool.com: Mixed Messages on Music Downloads [Motley Fool Take] May 26, 2004 MAke music free! |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 26,May,2004 | urlLink Google News My favourite page |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 26,May,2004 | urlLink The New York Times > Opinion > Op-Ed Columnist: The Bush-Kerry Nondebate Blah blah blah |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 26,May,2004 | urlLink The New York Times > Opinion > Op-Ed Columnist: The Bush and Kerry Tilt What about Israel?.. What do you think abou it? |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 26,May,2004 | urlLink The New York Times > New York Region > A Shimmering Facet for Lower Manhattan Bet you can't see this |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 26,May,2004 | urlLink PCWorld.com - Home Office: Test Drive of Google's Gmail Bastard... you know.. someone has my much sought out for email account... [email protected] I hope he rots. |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 26,May,2004 | urlLink PCWorld.com - Home Office: Test Drive of Google's Gmail I want my GMAIL! |
3,291,253 | male | 27 | Education | Virgo | 26,May,2004 | It may be just a waste of time, or perhaps an online bookmark file. Who knows? |
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