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Take time to be friendly- It is the road to happiness.

Take time to dream- It is hitching your wagon to a star.

Take time to love and to be loved- It is the privelege of the Gods.

Take time to look around- It is too short a day to be selfish.

Take time to laugh- It is the music of the soul.

   -Old English

(Please remember these lessons)

 

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I love my friends
family (most of the time)
reading (duh)
writing (obviously)
toast
ice cream
pop rock (it's true)
and posters(if you saw my room you would need no explanation)

Books I like: Someone Like You(actually ALL of Sarah Dessen's novels), Lord of the Flies, Flowers for Algernon, the Twilight series,Angels & Demons, The DaVinci Code, The Keisha'ra series, The Harry Potter series, Blue Bloods, The Poisonwood Bible, The Golden Compass series, The Artemis Fowl series, The House of Night Novels, most of Robert Cormier's work, The Inheritance Trilogy, A Great and Terrible Beauty and Rebel Angels, Sharon Creeche,s work, Judy Bloom's work (Man I loved, love Judy Bloom), The Bridge to Terabithia (one of my favorites), Gone With The Wind (my alltime favorite!), and the list goes on and on and on, pretty much forever...

I love The Lord of the Rings, Juno, The Dark Knight, Hancock (most Will Smith movies actually), Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club,  Pirates of the Caribbean (and really bad eggs! Drink up me hearties yo ho!), Gone With The Wind (my favorite classic!), The Titanic (who doesn't?), lots of science fiction, comedies, romance, romantic comedies (aka chic flicks), horror not so much, FANTASY!!!!!!!, Van Helsing, the work of Mel Brooks(hilarious!), Robin williams... I could go on forever. (I'm as much a movie freak as I am a book freak)

My fave song changes constantly: currently my favorite song is "Flourescent Adolescense" by Artic Monkeys

My favorite bands are The Beatles, My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Evanesense (did I spell it right?), Simple Plan, Boys Like Girls, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Matchbox 20 and the list goes on...

Wise Words of Inspiration
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Kindness is more important than wisdom, and the recognition of this is the beginning of wisdom. -Theodore Isaac Rubin
(I love that quote!!!)

To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To hope is to risk disappointment.
But risks must be taken because the greatest risk in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, sees nothing, has nothing and is nothing.
He cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love and live.
-Author Unknown (soo beautiful. Well you heard the author. RISK!!!)

Success seems to be largely a matter of hanging on after others have let go.-William Feather

 

The glory is not in never failing, but in rising every time you fall.

 -Chinese Proverb                  (when I was searching for quotes I kept finding really good ones about always picking yourself up again, but they were all soooo long. Then I found this quote and it summed it all up.)

What do we live for if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?

-George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans)

Happiness is a perfume

you cannot pour it on others without getting some on yourself.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

 

 

One of the most difficult things to give away is kindness, for it is usually returned. -Mark Ortman (teehee!)

 

There are no impossible dreams, just our limited perceptionof what is possible. -Beth Mende Conny   (my favorite!!)

 

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RANDOMLY POSTED STUFF

*A black woman walks into a resturaunt and orders some food. The waitress, who is white, refuses to serve her, saying she is colored. The woman looked at her and said:

When I was born, I was black.

When I grow up, I'm black.

When I go into the sun, I'm black.

When I'm cold, I'm black.

When I'm scared, I'm black.

When I get sick I'm black.

When I die, I'm still black.

But you,

When you were born, you were pink.

When you grow up, you're white.

When you go in the sun, you're red.

When you're cold, you're blue.

When you're scared, you're yellow.

When you get sick, you're green.

And, when you die, you're gray.

And you're calling me colored??

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I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital, because they stopped operating on me when they found out that I was homosexual .

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

*Repost this on your page if you believe homophobia is wrong*

I know the bible says being a homosexual is wrong, but think about it this way God made them homosexuals and even if you could find some way to out-smart me and tell me that God did not in fact make them the way they are then I still have this for you, if you shun these people just for their sexual preference you are no Christian at all! You might as well say "Well, I don't like Suzy because she likes TALL guys." I wish we lived in a world where a man who loves men and a women who loves women were more accepted and had the exact same rights as men who like women and vice-versa. Okay, sorry if I ruined your day with this rant...

AGAINST CHILD-ABUSE
My name is Chris
I am three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see.

I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.


I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All day long.

When I'm awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home

When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get
One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's bar.

I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall

I try to hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I starting to cry

He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault
He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to the door

He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall

I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken,

"I'm sorry!" I scream
But it's now much to late
His face has been twisted
Into an unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain
Again and again
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!

And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While I lay there motionless
Brawled on the floor

My name is Chris
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me

And you can help
Sickens me to the soul,
And if you read this
and don't pass it on
I pray for your forgiveness
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be affected
By this Poem
And because you're affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do
Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!


The Writer's Prayer
O pen my mind, Lord. Grant me the talent to write with clarity and style, so my words go down rich and smooth, like fine wine, and leave my reader thirsty for more.

O pen my heart, Lord. Grant me the sensitivity to understand my characters--their hopes, their wants, their dreams--and help me to confer that empathy to my reader.

O pen my soul, Lord, so I may be a channel to wisdom and creativity from beyond my Self. Stoke my imagination with vivid imagery and vibrant perception.

B ut most of all, Lord, help me to know the Truth, so my fiction is more honest than actuality and reaches the depths of my reader's soul.

W rap these gifts with opportunity, perseverance, and the strength to resist those who insist it can't be done.

Amen. -- Sandy Trit


Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
cids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

- Dorothy Parker