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Country_Sweetie724
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Name: brooke...who else?
Country: United States
State: Wisconsin
Metro: Milwaukee
Birthday: 7/24/1991
Gender: Female
Interests: Im getting into you,
because you got to me
in a way words cant describe
Im getting into you,
because ive got to be
you're essential to survive
im gonna love you with my life.
Expertise: making a fool out of myself/others
Message: message me
Member Since:
6/30/2005
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| fuckin damnit, why is xanga trying to bribe me to do evvverything with these little like "tokens"? or coins, are they called?
i am not running around in a plumbers outfit squishing little brown mushrooms and bowling with turtle shells.
i am just telling you about my day. damn.
i would have a lot more to say if i weren't sitting in the middle of my kitchen haha. what a ridiculous place to put a computer. it has no belonging here. i can't wait to go to college. *blows bangs out of eyes with a huff of air*
i would write more, but i can't. | | |
| only one eye is crying, the other is completely void of tears. isn't that random?
haha. they broke up.
i don't want to say this but...
"told ya soooo."
i REALLY need to do my running today. no more of that slacking off cause of Kristin.
can't wait to get my tattoo.
<3
EMC
TNT
KLG
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| the ceremony today was horrible.
i hated the speaker.
i wanted him to just get off the stage.
my sister looked miserable.
rhett looked worse...i wanted to hug him so tight.
kristin is the best one out of all of them,
she's the worst possible person this could have happened to. | | |
| I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end
He noted that first came her date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
[i love you with all my heart baby girl] | | |
| i need to make a plan,
or i'm going to crumble.
today-
1. go to tijuana flatts. look at kristin's wall...
2. go to micheal's. buy baby blue or turquoise shirt. find someone to go with me.
3. head up to the church office. [check to see who's there first.]
4. possibly, start making shirt.
5. do my running. [find somebody to run with who can ACTUALLY handle running.]
6. call aunt kelli and uncle dave.
7. start french project. [ooh, that should be good to get my mind off things...]
8. maybe, get some sleep?
tomorrow:
1. school
2. running
3. shower
4. write george's letter
5. get outfit together...
6. viewing 7. won't have much of a night after that.
saturday:
1. shower
2. get ready.
3. eat something.
4. funerals. get ready for hellllllll.
5. whatever comes next. i need to find something. | | |
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