Long Awaited--

A comment was posted under the above postcard saying, "I believe that a new religion could be based on this single postcard."

I find it sad that faith is not believed to be based on this. Unfortunately, I think this is the reason people have secrets like this one --->

Placing rules and contigentcies on grace is something we do as humans. Fortunately we have a Maker who knows these faults, and reaches out. There are lies that riddle our minds, so many that they become all we believe.

He's there, and he doesn't "sweat the small stuff", He is the one to be confided in--holding nothing.

Life Lessons from infamous 'Jigsaw'

Arizona is always a better imaginary place, each time I get here I am suprised by the lack of manners many (here) contribute---why am I eating cookies when I am not at all hungry? Argh.

Today I was able to spend time with a friend, and because of the time we spent together I (again) have faith in people. The faith is in knowing that not everyone is perfect, and friendships can be rekindled. Thank God for human imperfections, the world would lack interest. The day consisted of Christmas shopping, seeing 'lost' family members, old memories, and feelings of..strange familarity + variance. <---Not of the statistical nature!

Goodness, I'm content. Even in knowing there are many things I would like to change.

I'm content in knowing I cannot change anything.

Bring on the Holidays, and the frustration that comes along with it!

Random bursts of---something..

You know, I often find myself asking...well, myself, 'how in the heck did I get such a cool sister?'. I am still searching for the answer, but that kid really is great. All kids are, really. They're fearless, and have a faith we could only DREAM for. Too cool even for school, if you ask me. But you didn't ask me, and are just reading my thoughts---hahahaha. Squishy splinters. Hahaha. You had to read that. <--and that.

Anyway, I thought a picture like that might brighten up my day...maybe it will do something similar for you.

Today was a wonderfully blistery day. The kind best taken with tea and Frank Sinatra. Note to all Frank Sinatra swooners: I live in Sterling Kansas at Sterling College. You can best reach me in Evans Hall, second North. Is it horrible I don't even know my room number? Sorry about that. If I'm not there leave me a note, I'll be sure to get back to you.

Watched 'Me and You and Everyone We Know' last night, I really do love that movie.

Off to watch 'The Office', my life is full of thrills.

Social Irritation

I am mostly (if not mainly) inept, socially. Each time I discover this it seems to be such an epiffany-yet I do nothing to change it.

Maybe I'm the only person that sees it....
Nah, I couldn't be that lucky. I fear that I am weird--too weird. Either everyone sees it and says nothing, or nobody sees it, and I'm just bored. Lets imagine the latter.

Might I add just how much I enjoy Postsecret? Once again, I find myself living vicariously through these cards. I love popping bubble wrap, and I secretly despise children popping it in front of me--especially when I have to be an 'adult'. Maybe despise is a strong word, I can't despise them--I just....

Hey, do me a favor--go to postsecret, enjoy the goodness.

TLC's life lessons can't touch this.

I think the hardest thing about life (at the time being) is realizing those you love will not change, or better themselves just because you offer them oppritunities.

Trusting God, is a concept many find hard to accept, and I'm certainly NOT above anyone in that matter (or any). You can say you trust God, and then still take things into your own hands. Though placing the problem (through prayer) in His hands gets the job done. Fully done, not the halfway 'quick' steps. Patience is a virtue, as is trust. But trust is the harder of the two to accept. Knowing that something will eventually happen is one thing. Not knowing anything, yet staying hopeful that everything will eventually come together is another.

There's a lot of growing up to do yet!

Yay.

Mr. Bittons Tales

He felt deflated, and couldn't find an air pump adequate enough. Staying comfortable had been his problem, and he was now just bored. Rather than allow new things to surround him, he took to all things comfortable. His relationships suffered because of it. Finally, Bittons was smacked in the head by a boulder--a rock just hadn't done it yet.

(This is the part where the heavens open and great brass instruments sound)

Bittons raises his arms up, then moves his feet...much like a child does when they have to use the restroom bad, and cannot supress any longer.

In short: Things were going to change.

Good Christians hate!

Today I recieved an email from a family member that looked much like this:


Subject: Can a good Muslim be a good American?

Can a good Muslim be a good American? I sent that question to a friend who worked in Saudi Arabia for 20 years. The following is his reply:Theologically - no. Because his allegiance is to Allah, the moon god of Arabia. Religiously - no. Because no other religion is accepted by his Allah except Islam (Quran, 2:256) Scripturally - no. Because his allegiance is to the five pillars of Islam and the Quran (Koran). Geographically - no. Because his allegiance is to Mecca, to whichhe turns in prayer five times a day. Socially - n o. Because his allegiance to Islam forbids him to make friends with Christians or Jews.: Politically - no. Because he must submit to the mullah (spiritual leaders), who teach annihilation of Israel and Destruction of America, the great Satan. Domestically - no. Because he is instructed to marry four women and beat and scourge his wife when she disobeys him (Quran 4:34). Intellectually - no. Because he cannot accept the American Constitution since it is based on Biblical principles and he believes the Bible to be corrupt Philosophically - no. Because Islam, Muhammad, and the Quran do not allow freedom of religion and _expression. Democracy and Islam cannot co-exist. Every Muslim government is either dictatorial or autocratic. Spiritually - no. Because when we declare "one nation under God,"the Christian's God is loving and kind, while Allah is NEVER referred to as heavenly father, nor is he ever called love in The Quran's 99 excellent names. Therefore after much study and deliberation....perhaps we should be very suspicious of ALL MUSLIMS in this country. They obviously cannot be both "good" Muslims and good Americans. Call it what you wish....it's still the truth. If you find yourself intellectually in agreement with the above statements, perhaps you will share this with your friends. The more who understand this, the better it will be for our country and our future. The religious war is bigger than we know or understand. This is a must read especially if you are a Christian. It's short but very informative... The Muslim religion is the fastest growing religion per capita in the United States especially in the minority races!!!
Allah or Jesus? by Rick Mathes
Last month I attended my annual training session that's requiredfor maintaining my state prison security clearance. During the trainingsession there was a presentation by three speakers representing the Roman Catholic, Protestant and Muslim faiths, who explained each of their beliefs. I was particularly interested in what the Islamic Imam had to say. The Imam gave a great presentation of the basics of Islam, complete with a video. After the presentations, time was provided for questions and answers. When it was my turn, I directed my question to the Imam and asked:"Please, correct me if I'm wrong but I understand that most Imams and clerics of Islam have declared a holy jihad [Holy war] against the infidels of the world and, that by killing an infidel, (which is a command to all Muslims) they are assured of a place in heaven. If that's the case, can you give me the definition of an infidel?" There was no disagreement with my statements and, without hesitation, he replied, "Non-believers!" I responded, "So, let me make sure I have this straight. All followers of Allah have been commanded to kill everyone who is not of your faith so they can have a place in Heaven. Is that correct?" The _expression on his face changed from one of authority and command to that of "a little boy who had just been caught with his hand in thecookie jar." H e sheepishly replied, "Yes" I then stated, "Well, sir, I have a real problem trying to imagine Pope John Paul commanding all Catholics to kill those of your faith or Dr. Stanley ordering all Protestants to do the same in order to guarantee them a place in Heaven!" The Imam was speechless. I continued, "I also have a problem with being your 'friend' when you and your brother clerics are telling your followers to kill me! Let me ask you a question. Would you rather have your Allah, who tells you to kill me in order for you to go to Heaven, or my Jesus who tells me to love you because I am going to Heaven and He wants you to be there with me?" You could have heard a pin drop as the Imam hung his head in shame. Needless to say, the organizers and/or promoters of the 'Diversification' training seminar were not happy with Rick's way of dealing with the Islamic Imam and exposing the truth about the Muslims' beliefs. I think everyone in the US should be required to read this but with the liberal justice system, liberal media, and the ACLU, there is no way this will be widely publicized Please pass this on to all your e-mail contacts. This is a true story and the author, Rick Mathes, is a well known leader in prison ministry

It makes me very sad to see things like this floating around the internet--making Christians seem cold, and rejecting. I've known many Muslims, and have only known them to be nice, caring people. Not the horrible monsters emails like this make them out to be. Though, the sad thing is that many religious groups are known for the extremists' claims--like Mormons and the polygmus sects, Christians and the 'Gay bashing' and abortion pickiters.... Sad to think people really to focus on stereotypes.

It reminds me of Adam Sandler's character: Iraqi Pete, whom is a COMICAL CHARACTER. Though it makes me laugh, you have to wonder how many people are believing each word being said.

Educate yourself, and those around you: http://www.breakthechain.org/exclusives/rickmathes.html

Proving to dad that I'm not a fool

Back To School. Back To Sterling. And back to some of the best people (and not so best people) in the world. (Or my life, but we all believe the world consists of what touches our lives--don't we?)

In this short week +1/2 I have learned:
That I am all too socially awkward.

I think awkward times are hilarious.

I cannot muster any tolerance for arrogance.

I am a hippie. (Previous denial is absurd)

Mosquitoes enjoy cemetaries.....and me.

Thats just about it. I do have a lot to write, but there is almost nothing I'd enjoy having on the internet.

Shrinking hair, homosexuals, and eventual goodbyes..

Two weeks from tomorrow will be the start of my sophmore year. All I can say is: its about time!

I have appreciated the time I have had back in 'The Valley of the Sun', but I am ready to be around my WONDERFUL Sterlingites.....not too sure about the name I just called them--but it's all in love--whatever it might be, or may potentially mean! I needed to be reminded of the caliber people Mesa has. :) Not that any of those are the people I choose to be around.

Cribs--I just got finished watching it. It seems as though the fanatic days of Nsync (that I am slightly embarassed of being a HUGE part of), allowed the band members SICKLY gigantic houses. One of which I saw today. The 'Fat-One' enjoys built-in passage ways, flat screens located in bathrooms and at pools--not to mention the personal drive-in. You know, I really am happy they are able to relax in complete luxury--while I am taking out loans for college, and then wil enjoy grad school, just to get past the 20,000 a year for the bachelors I'm working on. Thats it, I'm petitioning him. Them.
Since Nsync came into the conversation (be it one-sided), we've all heard the news. He came out. I'm not lying when I say my twelve year old self was dying...and in other related news--the sky is blue. Not green, as some of us believed. Was it really that suprising? The eyebrows were all too manicured--as was the look.

Moving will be a little bittersweet, I am a bit reluctant saying goodbye to my family. Especially my sisters, I never knew how much I appreciate them--until I left.

I am being beckoned--jumping through Rachel's hoop is efficient enough. :)

I am doing DIRASTICALLY better today. But I find in unknown times taking things day by day is the best medicine. (Besides talking to God about it all..) I know where I will be, and later? Later doesn't matter. The present is all I can ask for, and do anything with. What I've lost will be lost, and recounting each memory or posession will do nothing.

Clearing out. Thank God for that.

Work is going by, and the clients I work with are WONDERFUL. I learn something new from them each day. It's just a pity that the staff are drama monguls. Drama and I don't mix very well, and involving me in it is even worse.

My dad got a dog on Sunday, my little sister christened him 'Cinco'. I'm sure the fact that she is five has nothing to do with it. I have a story, but it's a bit disgusting and kept me up quite awhile afterward, last night. We got Cinco from the pound, and we all know just how clean they are. Anyway, last night I woke up and heard the dog crying..I then saw a black bug on the floor. I grabbed a napkin, and had my first up close experience with a tick. One I'm not too eager to reproduce. The only thing I could think of doing (having not dealt with a tick before) was 'squishing' it. (I can feel you cringe as I'm typing this) Well, I put my thumb and index finger around the bug---you can only guess what the end result was.

Dear Tick,
I am terribly sorry for robbing you of your bloodsucking life, but you had the last laugh in the end..didn't you? You little bugger. Lovely times, I'd hate to see it happen again.
Yours Truly,
The Squisher

One BIG decision to go..

I feel as if there are THOUSANDS of pounds weighing on me, and trying to hand it all over is proving difficult.

Why do I have such a problem handing my problems over? I know the end result will be glorious, but I have a road block---one that I'm not too sure I want to take away. I know wher I will go for a little, but deciding where I will be after that is whats killing me. Should I be selfish, or should I do what I know. Similarity, or giving myself some freedom for a couple months--things accomplished that need be....then returning to what I've known.

Oh, I just hate having to reveal it all. It will be done, and then there will be little to worry about.

All I ask is for prayer, and sanity.

THANKS! :)

The Apple didn't fall far..

I've gotten a job, and a life--which means that I've had NOTHING interesting to share. Though, just as all posts should include...today was different. Sharing with you where I'm employed would probably be beneficial to grasp the story. AND I'm done being a snob.

Alexander's Abilities is a day program (among other things) for adults and children with developmental and physical disablilities, also the place that I work! I work 2 on 1 (2 clients and myself) with the adults in the day program. Day program= a fun time that challeges the adults, and also helps them learn life skills, not to mention socializing with others in the program and the community! Well, today the children's program was short staff and the newbie was summoned. I'll make this a bit short (I know I'm boring the death out of anyone who might possibly be reading this). I had my lunch in my purse--more like snacks actually--and set it in a cubby (remember those!?!), just as other staffers do.

Lunch time rolled around, which for me was after the kids left, lets just say I was pretty hungry. (Gorgeously hungry, yes I DID look amazing) I reached into my purse and was greeted by a sticky substance covering all that I grabbed. I then found the culprit, a red Figi apple. Not a regular apple, but one that had been bit into. Though the biter didn't find the taste very satisfying, and quickly spit it back into the 'recepticle' the apple had been hiding.

MMmMMMMmm...Yummy! That was my pitiful story, I am indeed sticking to it---rather, it's sticking to me.

Happy Memorial Day!

Yet another holiday we observe that has lost much of its meaning. I cannot tell you how many people have asked me what the meaning of it is..some were small children, but a disturbing amount were over the age of thirteen. Thinking of what those who fought for our country have had to deal with assimilating back to civilian life, I cannot fathom. Their outlook on life being tainted, seeing a world and people who see them solely as targets...having your world consist of bombs, ammunition, snipers atop buildings.....

Imagine that thought being your last. Rather than enjoying the day off work, or sitting down with some friends, enjoying food, cigars, alcohol, BBQ, and swimming pools. Take a moment away from your hamburger, to remember those who fought and died in the armed forces. Lets not allow this day to pass in vain.

Annoying little Blonde Girl...

Being trapped in a house with two children under the age of eight wouldn't be that bad..until I had to condend with my most lovely 'stepsister'. I really love kids, but when it comes to a child who lies to me consistently, has an annoying voice, and ALWAYS is calling me 'Aleash-Aleash'--I have a hard time smiling at her. I hate to say that I can understand child abuse, when it comes to her, but I do. Mind you, those might be cute characteristics for a four year old..but this kid is seven The thing about her is the way in which she manipulates, it's amazingly obvious, even for a seven year old. Though I could just be giving myself (and my 5 year old sister) too much credit.

I really believe getting out of the house (via summer job) would be a healthy alternative for my sanity...and the step. I've taken the first step-application..Now we'll see.

Oh, I sure am going to Hell.

Thank you for flying Machuca Airlines, it is currently 102 degrees--and the temprature will only increase. We hope you enjoyed this post, and the complimentary peanuts.

The Heat is on!

Inhale...Exhale. Delightful.

I've been in Mesa just four days, and already I feel the need to get a job. Doing nothing of cosequence is NOT my idea of a good time. Though my friends have kept me busy--VERY busy!

Resolution was something I really needed, and thank GOD I recieved it. Only in His timing...but it was hard to wait for it. I guess it always is.

Could I get an AMEN? ^
It's funny how others 'secrets' can convey so many of your own. We seem to believe that we are such 'individuals', I don't believe we are. Though, I'm sure it might be on account of the melancholy feeling I am suffering from. You'd think having green eye shadow covering my eyes--and 1980's looking hair (thanks to my wonderful sister) would get me out of this 'funk'. Alas, it does not.

Is it wrong that I find a friend of my Father's attractive? Granted, he IS in his mid twenties...and married. I don't care, I can appreciate him all I want. :)

There is so much to talk about, but I find myself at a loss for words--and time. Until a later date, my pretty!

Unlike Kansas Pancakes...

First year in Kansas is almost over---YES!

Don't get me wrong, I love Sterling...but I'm ready to be back in Arizona where temperatures are consistently hot, and I can see Lauren skateboard. I think I have the coolest little sister ever...No joke. A five year old that skateboards (and is able to do everthing else, without another thought), I hope some of that will rub off on me this summer! It certainly is time to leave, with the knowledge of the enormous pile of papers and exams to study for all I can think of is getting away to the "Valley of the Sun". Never would I have thought I'd say I missed saguaros...darn.

About the postcard, actually increadibly revelant. Especially considering Froese's Human Social Context! Quite easy, thinking not required.

Another thing has really been on my mind--bubbles.
I'm DONE with all the Christian bubbles, and the completely closeminded thoughts. It really does make me feel sick at times, and I am SO thankful last chapel dealt with that. James Cole is splendid, to call the campus on precisely what we've been doing makes me want to "heel click". What makes me laugh, is to see those that point their finger...and think of the things Jesus would call the Pharisees on-- Pointing fingers at others, and holding others on laws. Forget relationships, make sure you do your daily devotional!

I think I need to be in a more liberal area, sad to say that the LDS suburb Mesa, is.

Give me 2 months, and I'll want Kansas back...despite the fact that not everything is flat here.

Thank God for concerts in Phoenix, and Hookah...I'm there.

Defication is a "Jolly Good Time"

That, would be the post secret post card of the week. I really like it, not just because of the likeiness of Auguste Rodin's statue, "The Thinker". It really is great, though I wonder if the one whose secret this is, intended the to emulation of the statue. Funny, none-the-less. Now, when I walk outside I'll begin thinking about whether or not the person walking across the street...or next to me can only "deficate" in the nude!

Speaking of defication, Sterling's Spring Formal was at the Cosmosphere--and it was a good time. Memorable, at least! About halfway through the dance, the Tornado sirens went off and we all had to evacuate to the bottom floor. Obviously, nothing happened....what does this have to do with defication, you might ask? Well, while we were in the "basment" of the Cosmosphere I was looking at some of the different space and astronaut artifacts, one of which included a urnitation & defication device. (Two seprate entities, I promise) It was funny, thinking that the heroic astronaut was wearing a space diaper while in space. Having to deal with bodily functions in space would NOT be a fun thing. Oh, the night is young....and the need to "spring forward" has been wearing on me.

Sleep is good--allowing my lower back to have some rest is also a nice thing. (Saying a form of defication five times, and allowing it to be revelant--priceless.)

I'm back, and as done as ever!

Spring Break is over...
It's over....

URGH. Well, Sterling greeted me just fine once I came back. It has a funny little way of knocking me into perspective. I've memorized 1/3 of my lines, need to BUCKLE DOWN on my classes...and prepare to live off the sping break fat I've accumulated.

Oh yes, I'm ready for this year to be over.

Don't get me wrong, I love Sterling and all the wonderful people I've come to meet--but I'm ready to be back home. Disenchanted, you might say? You'd be right on it! I think the terrible circumstances that drove me from Arizona have become something I laugh at now...and I'm ready to laugh quite a bit.

The easy part is being done with it, now it's time for the hard work---keeping up with it all. Staying on top of things, and keeping the focus right where it SHOULD be...

My work certainly is cut out for me.

Yes. Yes, it IS all YOUR fault.

Just now I was reminded of a scene in "Rent a Kid", in that scene the girl pictured believes everything is her fault, ruining the chance of having a famliy for herself and brothers.
Ahh, that was nice. "It's all my fault", it became somewhat of a joke in my famliy.


Anyway, yesterday an applicant for the psychology position at Sterling presented a presentation (Slide show and all!), I was one of 3 students that attended. But the strange thing was sitting among many of the most respected, intellectual, talented beyond belief professors at Sterling. It was almost as if we were equals for one moment, which doesn't happen much during instruction, or direction. Surreal, but hey, for one moment I was just another face in that class....with the likes of Gannon and Froese? I'll take my chances, even for just 45 minutes.

The Costume Shop is beckoning, I must try on some sweet (and what I've been told VERY yellow) costumes!

Rum Tum Taddy..Um?

This past week has been insane. Busy-insane, which is a perfect fit for me. Unfortunately all those "time-fillers" lack any interesting trait. Rehersal has been coming along, and all 3 acts are successfully blocked--YES! Now, it's my turn to come forward and do a little interpretive ballet--and hope it's amusing.

I applaud Arizona for getting rain, I'm quite proud. 140+ Days without rainfall? Thats scary. Though Kansas is just as frightening, a couple days ago I was freezing, jacket and all...not today it's beautiful- breezy, sunny...all in all perfect weather to lay on Cooper lawn and read "Mountains Beyond Mountains", if you've not read it--pick it up it's good.

Homework is mounting, lines aren't completely memorized, and I'm online typing up on my "blog".

Do excuse me, my coinscience is getting hold...until a later date.

Tear Down: Complete

Sunday after production week. What a nice feeling it's become! The set was massive, and thoughts of strike were until 4:ooAM. In realtity: 1:30! The cast, crew, director, musicians---all worked harmoniously (though some had an easy time of it) together. Though, the hardest part of last night were the seniors. Off stage right before curtain call, sniffs were all too audible---sitting on headset, I could feel their pain. It was reminicent of last year, unknowing...and not wanting to leave the people (and place) that you worked alongside for four years. I can't even think about it.

TOPIC CHANGE.
It's 3:40, and I've yet to get dressed...thank you weekend! Having reminders of people from a not too distant past, and being completely fine with where you are. It's an amazing feeling. God's grace is sufficient! Monday the whistle blows, and "You Can't Take it With You" comes out of the starting gate. Keep rooting, we'll all hope it comes out first.

10...11..NO. Numero 12.

It's only my second day being a part of Sterling's spring production, "Twelfth Night"...I'm already dead. Though, it could be the allergy medication talking--drowsiness ahoy! I'm assistant stage manager to the lovely Jean Bosch, which is a gift within itself.

The only thing that has me worried is the fact that I'm in the next show, with 18 credit hours. Overwhelming? Oh yes. The costuming will be fantastic, with Meagan in charge...there is little to NOT be fantastic. Give me a tutu, and I'll be happy. Megan "G" was teaching me the "dying swan", which (unbenounced to me) is a ballet move that my character does in the next show. All I can say is, it will be a good time!

Lent has begun, and I can already see the difficulty in ridding myself of gossip when in the theatre! That IS the point though, giving up a difficult daily (especially in small towns) bit on nonsense...easy isn't worth it.

I must be off, sleep is key..along with some good oatmeal!

AH-lee-SHA, and the perplexity of honest blogging.

So, after knowing people for quite awhile, and getting along quite well it baffles me that they cannot pronounce my first name correctly. Machakkka, Muchado, Mac Huca; now that I can understand, though Alesha is common enough. The spelling, might be a little different, but HELLO it is phonetic. Each time I hear someone say AH-lish-AH, I cringe....but shake it off all the same. Eh, I'll cut them some slack for now, but anymore? I just might have to bust some caps.

Okay, on to the next topic for discussion (there's Froese's note taking for you, you're welcome.). The idea of complete honesty on online blogs perplexes me. Not that I'm lying to you, but I'm talking about SERIOUS stuff. Not the whole "I'm mad at the world", or "Look at my poetry". Then posting pages of emotional babble that makes even the most understanding people, want to throw you promptly into the nearest dumpster and pray that the garbage person (oh yes, I am so P.C.) can take you to the ONLY place you and your lovely "feel bad for me" poetry can be appreciated. But, actual problems that they're personally facing. Whether it be serious family problems, or the fact you don't feel special. (The latter is a hard, hard feeling.) Though I suppose that through a computer we can be ourselves, and don't have to put up a sheild..because the computer already is that barrier. Laying things out isn't as hard, nobody can really reject you---because they're the one who (in their spare time) actually has nothing better to do than to read about you. They're interested...

Blogging. Wow, has the world been changed.

Exciting things are happening. Which makes me excited, though it's not too hard to get me "giddy". Anyway, today I found out that one of my poems had been selected for the GPR, see..I told you! Exciting things!

Anyway, I wish I were a whole lot more interesting right now..though I can't say I am...but I was reminded of a certain poker party which Melissa and I hosted. I know it will happen again, actually it WILL happen again! This I know. :) While glancing at the picture a thought knocked and was polite, so I allowed it to come in. Adults try and tell you that smoking isn't the "cool" thing, but we all know it's a lie. In short: Melissa and I look like Bad A's. (You'd think that by smoking a cigar I'd be able to type out the whole "phrase".) I must admit, I'm still trying to work my way up to Fonzie level. This level, is one only few even embark, though I'm climbing the proverbial ladder, and as you can tell the cigars were evenly distributed...

Wow, you know I love Kansas...but with the conservative ideals...I can understand why some are notorious for the crazy things... ::cough:: Campbell Basement ::cough cough::

Geez, I need a cigar.

Mindly Madness!

Creating things, senarios, things that...URGH.

I'm lame, as is the imagination of a chick flick at times. Sometimes my mind reels, and the reels are those of the likes of such plotlines as: The Notebook, A Walk To Remember..and other such irritating movies that drive you to want to pull every hair out of your head, roll around in gasoline, and promptly light a match.

Lovely? Yes, that would be girlish thoughts for you.

The First one...

I've allowed myself to see the truth in Xanga, there are times in which you should end the false posts...

I was done writing to one specific person, and not allowing myself to...well be EXACTLY myself.

WARNING: Posts will be entirely outrageous, and....stupid.

Dare you?

Oh yes. You bite your thumb and DO, indeed dare.