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2008 31 March :: 12.33 pm
Is it really possible for a person to be bad for another person? Or is one just not strong enough in themselves to handle the vivacity of another?
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2008 27 March :: 4.22 pm
Oh hell.
I'm speechless around him.
I am never. ever. speechless.
And not because he says something incredibly witty or mind-boggling and I can't respond, but because he makes me forget to have something to say.
This could either lead to something amazing or nothing at all; which could actually be an incredible let down.
He scares me.
They both do.
All three of them.
I want to feel skin on skin. I want to hear it. I want to breathe in the recycled air.
And something... someone... is telling me I'm just not good enough.
...to Hell with them.
2 held on |
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2008 27 March :: 12.16 am
I wish I could help you back out of the world.
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2008 25 March :: 9.33 pm
"Fat people scare me."
-Cake
I fricken love you, Caleb.
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2008 25 March :: 3.20 pm
I feel as though I must have bragging rights.
I have re-written the biblical story of Joseph and then performed it with a fellow group of Cornerstonian actors.
They were practically beside themselves they thought it was so hystierical.
I am good at something, by golly....
"...do I smell a Grand Award?.."
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2008 19 March :: 12.17 am
I love seeing the good in people.
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2008 18 March :: 9.52 am
So many words mean so much just by themselves.
everything
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2008 6 March :: 8.30 am
I'm so serious. Watch the entire thing. Starts out lame-ish.
Just watch it. Don't stop.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUiEeM5TAUY
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2008 4 March :: 4.41 pm
I haven't slept in my own dorm-room type bed in, well...
Frick.
Why are Christians so afraid to admit that they're human?
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2008 4 March :: 1.00 pm
As I sat there last night watching you sleep I realized I couldn't comprehend how someone could love a person so much.
And then I realized something else.
His love is even stronger. It is beyond what is already beyond my complete comprehension.
His love is amazing.
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2008 29 February :: 6.58 am
One of the main reasons that I will almost never order anything from a fast food restaurant is that I have worked in two of them and I feel awful making those poor workers do absolutely anything.
I just thought I'd let everyone know.
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2008 28 February :: 4.06 am
I just want him to know that I care.
It's time to stop being afraid.
There is nothing wrong with love.
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2008 26 February :: 8.23 am
An Antique guitar named Alvin
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Loud latenight physical/screaming matches in the Lobby
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Missing the Idiot
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Discovering that other Christian Girls really Want to have Sex, too
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Not falling Asleep again Until About Four-ish
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A Show this Saturday
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Girl Kisses and Snuggles
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Cheap Coffee
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Love. <3
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2008 25 February :: 4.18 pm
It's so profound to me..
How does everyone else's life remain so unnafected when death happens? How are they not touched by it?
I was crying and being held and it was like every alanis morsette video there ever was...everyone was spinning around me and all I wanted to do was feel the music.
If you take enough acetametphin it gives you a buzz. They call it a pain killer but it only ever makes you a part of the background.
I can never do what the world wants when I already know what I need.
It wasn't even my death.
But I was touched.
Even pushed.
And now I'm floating higher and higher... and he is amazing.
I am alive.
He chose me to be alive.
And I'm feeling. I'm feeling becaues I've decided to really live.
...and here I am again...
I can only pray for you.
It's out of my hands.
So I will lift them to the only one who can ever truly know...
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2008 24 February :: 11.20 am
So, this morning, at the wee hours of gross oclock, I "woke up" on the floor under a blanket with two girls and a guy who was wearing eyeliner and mockasins. One of the girls and I were so entangled that I couldn't move for I don't know how long.. I was fully clothed (at this point in time) however I didn't know where I was for a second and my mouth was full of short black hairs. And I'm wearing a tie.
Right now I am quite sure there is a tap-dancing hamster in my head who keeps kick the SAME FRICKEN SPOT.
I spent the remainder of the morning feeding a (I'm pretty sure) blind gueanea pig named walter many different forms of melon, snuggling a gallon of apple juice, and remembering that God shows his love to us in many small forms that sometimes may be overlooked. Like sunglasses.
Why the frick am I wearing a tie?
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