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Question: What are these people running from? It is entertaining to work at a book store, and especially to shelve the Fiction Genre on a daily basis, because I begin to see trends in book titles and cover design. Like this annoying trend that would seem to make a book mysterious, haunting, intriguing, and artistic. But attempting to be creative and artsy with a book cover becomes

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We laugh. We cry. We breathe. In the midst of our tears and pain.  Through the rubble, we live. (the song is #77 in my playlist, if you wish to hear it.) I turn the music up, I got my records on I shut the world outside until the lights come on Maybe the streets alight, maybe the trees are gone But I feel my heart start beating to my favorite song And all the kids they dance, all the kids

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Perhaps what is saddest about this picture is that I remember those cassette days. Does this mean I'm old yet?

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I'm sorry I've been so bad about updating this blog. Really, I am. I'm in a sort of survival mode right now. You know the drill of the end of the semester: -neglected essays needing to be completed and ideally, turned in -random exhausting spring viruses that inhabit the body -grading papers (and papers, and tests, and papers...never ending) -bittersweet goodbyes -graduation parties to

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Source: None via Aaliya on Pinterest twenty four, a photo by christing-O- on Flickr.Source: caseyrosephotography2.blogspot.com via Casey Rose on Pinterest Source: ffffound.com via Samantha on Pinterest TWENTY FOUR, a photo by Leo Reynolds on Flickr. Source: None via Aaliya on Pinterest House Number 24 - Budapest Hungary, a photo by temp13rec. on Flickr. Source: artpixie.tumblr.com via

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At The Foot Of The Mountain by Pursue It! on Polyvore.com Life is so utterly beautiful to me right now. I'm waiting with clenched fists under a presentiment that something shitty and disastrous is about to happen because my life feels too stupendous right now to be really happening. After years of sorrow, loneliness, anxiety, and not knowing my place in the world, suddenly I am overwhelmed with

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Today, I attended my very first Cornerstone Chapel all semester, and I had to physically shake my head and walk out because it was so infuriating.  Just my luck-or maybe not.

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Listen (caution: she's a bit overly dramatic): Radio Theatre Group: He Wishes for The Cloths of Heaven by WB Yeats. Performed by Charnie Demir And if you want, read as well:  He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, by WB Yeats Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would

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Born From Dreams by Miss* Negrofonte on Polyvore.com The storm is coming but I don't mind People are dying, I close my blinds  All that I know is I'm breathing now  I want to change the world Instead I sleep I want to believe in more than you and me But all that I know is I'm breathing All I can do is keep breathing All we can do is keep breathing now All that I know is I'm breathing All

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I received comments from very special people in response to this post I wrote last month about "Heaven and Hell". I would like to offer some of my thoughts in response to what they said.       My intention in the post was not to overemphasize the ‘gospel of heaven’, at the exclusion of Christian faith as a whole. I realize I did, and can see how it could be read that way. I should have been

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"God is unlimited. Thought and language are limited.  God is the fathomless but beautiful Mystery Who creates the universe and you and me, and sustains it and us every instant, and always shall. The instant we define this fathomless Mystery, It is no longer fathomless. To define is to limit. The greater a person's confidence in their definition of God, the more sure I feel that their worship of "

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Listening to Mat Kearney always makes me extremely sentimental.  But it's okay, because Kearney's writing is sentimental. Right?  Oh well, I'll just embrace it. I like his music. And City of Black and White isn't too bad.  He definitely can't beat Nothing Left to Lose.  But that would be hard to beat. Back to grading papers about personal aesthetic standards in art, how the Christian

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Pick One by mes114 on Polyvore.com I admire (and accept) what Jewish thought has to say regarding eternity. The idea of Heaven or Hell is not a disturbing or daunting question for them. Heaven after death is not a matter of ultimatums. By this, I mean Jews do not understand Heaven and Hell under a Christian idea of "If you don't believe __, then hell, if you do believe __, heaven".  They are

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Chaos Is A State Of Mind by *Nanda Aragão* on Polyvore.com How I am feeling right now. Can't wait until May 7...

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Today has been a good day. I... slept in (until 9:30am!) read a couple chapters of "Dead Souls" by Gogol, which is a hilarious Russian piece of satire. drank some french press coffee in the meantime. read some of Bearing Fresh Olive Leaves (have both agreements and disagreements concerning his opinions) Listened to good ol' Baroque music, as well as a couple sacred choral ensembles while I read,

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Do you like:  news? conversation? religion? economics? photography? arts? entertainment? comedy? food? history? yoga? movies?  politics? sports? technology? If you enjoy any of these topics, or have other hobbies, you would enjoy podcasting.  It's so simple and fun. I have learned an incredible amount just by subscribing and listening. I listen to podcasts while cooking food, doing dishes,

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Yeah. I have no excuses for not updating. I mean, I could come up with plenty of excuses. Like the fact that:  -December happened. Enough said. -During finals weekend/week, I wrote nearly 5,000 words in papers. Maybe more. I had two essay exams, three papers, two reviews, and a couple poems. -I had to make time for friends, too! Duh. -In the midst of this, I still did my 8 hours a week

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A Tour through a Broken Past I stepped into his house; Nothing was different. His red flower vase still sat slightly to the right of the coffee table. Five years later, his otter brown coat I embraced so many times was held, empty, on the coat hanger beside the back door. I smelled the coat. I know it had been five years. But everything was the same. It smelled like autumn and woods and

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It wasn't until I let go of all my presuppositions and things "I think I know to be true" about life and God that I began to see the incredible grandeur of life.  All I know is that I don't know, and that is freeing.  Look around! I go to the grocery store and notice the people walking down the aisle beside me. I smile and feel the muscles contract on my face. I listen to a lecture and for a

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Why do I somehow always turn this blog into a rant, or a kill-joy? Why is it always a place where I vent, or grieve?  It's time for a change. It's time for an update on life. Some fun times for this blog are to come. :) First up: Artprize adventures. I know, it's late. Artprize ended October 10. But better late than never, right? The "rug dress" piece, called "Rag Rug", was neat. Not only

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A Proverb I found entertaining (and somewhat solemn):Proverbs 31:6-7 (English Standard Version)6Give strong drink to the one who is perishing,    and wine to those in bitter distress; 7 let them drink and forget their poverty    and remember their misery no more.       It makes me so extremely righteously angry when someone finds a verse in the Bible (or worse, in a Proverb in the Bible) that

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"The only difference between us and these robots is, we desperately look for meaning in everything that happens to us, because many of us are too afraid to submit to the possibility that we are nothing more than just another variable in a reality that we will never fully understand." -Omar from the article "Everything Happens for a Reason" This is the essence of postmodern thought right here:

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Just finished Cat's Cradle, by Kurt Vonnegut. It was probably the most thoroughly unenjoyable yet unresistable book I've read. And Vonnegut has become one of my heroes. He was such a loveable cynic. On the one hand, he seems to have a hope in the goodness of humanity. But on the other, he sees its detrimental flaws.  This is what Cat's Cradle is about-the end of the world, at the hands of

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It's just been one of those days. Couple days, actually. Sunday, I missed a gathering I really wanted to go to because finishing a paper was more pressing and necessary. Four dreary hours later, I finally finished my not-so-fantastic paper. In chapel (UGH UGH UGH) the next day, I realize that my paper due in an hour, that I skipped study for, is saved on my laptop...which I left at home on

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Nine years ago today, people lost the ones they loved most. Married mothers were suddenly faced with raising their children alone. Brothers lost beloved sisters. Husbands were forced to sleep that night without their wives, not yet knowing if they were still alive. America looked on in shock as news networks reported the loss of the World Trade Center towers, of the devastation to the Pentagon

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"My thoughts tend to sound better in books I didn't write, and in the songs I didn't sing. Even then, sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no work of art that can really explain the way you feel. There is a double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really knows." Exactly. 

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mad girl's love song by Kaylee Ann on Polyvore.com Mad Girl's Love Song "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me

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I lost my cousin nine years ago today. I remember the moment I found out-where I was, who I was with, how I walked to my room in shock, not crying, but was out of breath when I reached the top of the stairs. I wrote about what I felt, and played a song as I gazed out the window, staring and not believing. It was then I cried, alone. I didn't know how I was supposed to live the rest of my life

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You can learn a lot about what people value just by being around them, observing for a few minutes. Especially at a garage sale. That's what I was doing from 5:30 am last Saturday morning to 3 pm in the afternoon: pricing, answering questions, pointing directions, exchanging change. And it was fun, but it got me thinking about a phrase someone dear to me lives by, "Don't sweat the small stuff:

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The world is a clock and I am a voice, squeaking, pacing around and around in a gigantic circle. All I can hear is the tick, tick, ticking of time and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I have tried. I have thought until my brain feels too heavy to hold all my thoughts. The weight and ticking of the clock is all I feel.  Restlessness or feeling keyed up or on edge Being easily fatigued

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I am at the bitter end coffee house, hanging with my friend Molly and Cody while they ardently yet somewhat frivolously try to get their homework done by midnight. And I am blogging for what it seems the first time in ages. I have two specific dreams I want to write about that have occurred to me over the past couple weeks. One is more personal and one is just...interesting to think about. Sort

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I find this video (animation: thumbs up, by the way!) to be an intriguing portrayal of how fluid and unreliable our memories are. The first time I saw this video, I admit, caused me to shift in my seat. It is unsettling to think that the memories so vivid in my mind-from the experience of pulling my first tooth to the day I "got saved"-could have added details that never really happened. It

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Graph Jam, have I told you how much I love you lately?

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photobombing: the act of intentionally posing in front of other peoples' cameras while they are taking a picture. It makes for a humorous or frustrating surprise. Most humorous.  See photobombing on: Cheezburger Know Your Meme

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I only know one trick..., originally uploaded by kathrynivy.com.I have a stuffy stuffy nose. :\

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nyc garbage, originally uploaded by luv brings change.You can actually buy a display of garbage from New York City. A man has made an art of collecting garbage and it sells for $50 per display. What's unsettling about this to me is not that rubbish is now being exploited as an art form, but that someone is actually making a living doing it! Kudos to Gignac.http://www.nycgarbage.com/index.html

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Happy Father's Day, to my Dad! :) by sashanaomi on Polyvore.com Today is a very bittersweet day for my family, especially my dad. Today thirteen years ago, on June 20, 1997, my dad's own dad passed away. Even after so much time, and even though I was only eight years old when my grandpa "papaw" died, I can still remember his hearty laugh, and the way it sounded like he was coughing his stomach

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I am lately fascinated by YouTube phenomena. I love what YouTube has shown since it was invented-that "ordinary" people are-and can become-extraordinary. And Molly is just so flipping adorable! Check out her page(s) at: http://www.rocketboom.com http://dailybooth.com/mememolly http://www.twitter.com/mememolly http://mememolly.tumblr.com/

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see more Funny Graphs

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Shocking Oil Spill ScenesThis is seriously effing awful. It makes tears come to my eyes in the worst way. I have a profound hatred for capitalism and this is why.

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Notice the new blogger layout. It's not perfect, but it works for now at least. I change my blogger look so much, I think, because I find myself changing constantly. Never satisfied, I guess. It is the most fitting design I think I have used so far.  I am skeptical        searching        wondering        researching        confused right now. Not just with where my life should go, where I

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I felt that this sonnet was appropriate for such an appropriate time such as, well, maybe my 2nd anniversary? And for those who have trouble interpreting the original Shakespearean language, I provided a modern translation for you, too. :) Let me not to the marriage of true mindsLet me not declare any reasons why two Admit impediments. Love is not loveTrue-minded people should not be married.

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Below is the Nietzsche passage I chose to respond to. My response was a bit rushed, but I wrestle with some questions that I have been really thinking about throughout this semester, how good and evil does not necessarily draw clear black and white lines, and how many times Christians fail to wrestle with the known unknowns in this life. Why do we do this? Are we just afraid to admit the truth (

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Please forgive me, as I am tired and wrote this entry in a very brief period of time, and it is majorly asking for an edit! I spent twenty minutes (and more) listening to traditional Arabic music-something I am hardly familiar with besides the occasional context in which, at recess in middle school, a kid would mock the throaty vocal characteristic of Arabic music-the “ohohhhooaaaaaoahhhaoooohha”

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Thinking about him today while i work. . .the sound of his voice. .how he always scrunched up his nose when he laughed. I miss him so much today.

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Tonight, I put a three weeks notice in at Kohl's. That's right. May 15, 2010, I will no longer be subjected to the whims of a consumeristic, huge, oppressive, for-profit, deceptive retail store ever again. I feel a blog post about my experience at Kohl's rising within me to be posted in the near future...;) In other news, I love my customers. Misses customer at Kohl's: Hey miss, where da

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Many of us have those moments when we find ourselves without a camera, unable to capture a moment so interesting, exhilarating, or simply priceless. So why not capture these moments in writing? It's easy, just start out by writing the phrase "This is a picture I did not take..." and continue with your priceless moment forever lost except in memory (and writing, of course).  This my own

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Don't scold me! I know I need to update my blog more. This summer I have a goal to keep up this blog (which I call my "personal" blog-the blog no one should really care about because I seem to just vent on here all the time!) and perhaps my book reviews blog that I started last year and never kept up. I love blogging, and I have so many ideas of what I could write about, but it's just the

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Yellow by sashanaomi on Polyvore.com Coldplay, yeah?

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Picture on my wall by Miss* Negrofonte on Polyvore.com I wish I knew what I was made to live for.

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John 3:16 in English Ango-Saxon manuscript (995): God lufode middan-eard swa, dat he seade his an-cennedan sunu, dat nan ne forweorde de on hine gely ac habbe dat ece life.Wycliffe (1380): for god loued so the world; that he gaf his oon bigetun sone, that eche man that bileueth in him perisch not: but haue euerlastynge liif.Tyndale (1534): For God so loveth the worlde, that he hath geven his

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kisses on the cheek+morning drive to church+cinnamon hazelnut coffee+ham dinner+picture taking+time outside+bubbles+pez dispensers+sparkling grape juice+guitar music and Nietzsche+sunshine a.m. and thunderstorm p.m.+dave matthews band+playing taboo+good conversation=a pretty darn awesome Easter.

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    I was debating about whether or not to post this vivid dream I had the other night-it has really troubled me and troubles me still. It makes me think and rethink time, loss, grief, myself and what I am making of my life, Shane, wanting Shane here, and missing Shane, wishing time would stop, wishing I could change it. I decided to post it, because maybe it will help those who have never been

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Shane Ryan Ellis by sashanaomi on Polyvore.com I had a dream about you the other night. Seeing you doesn't bring me comfort, it only makes it harder to get out of bed knowing you won't be on the other end of a phone call, and email, a quick hello. I wish my dream was as real as it seemed.

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The Swell Season 8/4/07 SF 05, originally uploaded by Steve Frauenfeld....But you've been every now and then on my mind yeah Every now and then on my mind yeah On my mind... ...But you've been every now and then on my mind yeah Every now and then on my mind yeah On my mind... ...But you've been every now and then on my mind yeah Every now and then on my mind yeah On my mind... Back broke. And

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My mind has been everywhere lately: the future, the prospect of moving, Marx, not using time wisely, writing, being creative, learning new things, having the discipline to learn new things, making new friends, having the courage to talk to people, getting out of my comfort zone, graduating, studying to pass clep tests, sleeping and lack thereof, hating my job at Kohl's, quitting my job at Kohl's,

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I smell spring. Give me spring!

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I know, I haven't exactly been updating a lot lately. What can I say? I have been extremely busy. Last weekend I basically shut myself in my room for three days straight working for a presentation on Monday. And even then it didn't go as well as I'd planned. (...public speaking is not my strong point...) I have written two big papers the past two weeks, and I don't even want to go into the

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The best part of me was you. by sashanaomi on Polyvore.com Finally, I am posting a polyvore I made ;) My favorite so far, I might add. and here's a quote, since I am so emersed in study of Kierkegaard and his works right now: "Life must be understood backwards; but...it must be lived forward." -Soren Kierkegaard

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Looking for Spring by LJHomesteader~busy few comments on Polyvore.com "A person who doubts himself is like a man who would enlist in the ranks of his enemies and bear arms against himself. He makes his failure certain by himself being the first person to be convinced of it." -Alexander Dumas This one hits close to home. I don't know why I do, but somehow my constant mode of existence is to

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Hand in Hand down Lovers Lane by chickflickshani on Polyvore.com hippie: noun. (esp. in the 1960's) a person of unconventional appearance, typically having long hair and wearing beads, associated with a subculture involving a rejection of conventional values and the taking of halluncinogenic drugs. I love looking up interesting words in the dictionary and laughing at their obscure meanings.

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                                             by Demented-Bunny on Polyvore.com Why is it that I can be so strong for everyone else, then at the end of the day, I fall into my husband's arms and cry?

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I have way too much to be thankful for.

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We watch the season pull up its own stakesAnd catch the last weekend of the last weekBefore the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,Another sun soaked season fades awayYou have stolen my heartInvitation only, grand farewellsCrash the best one, of the best onesClear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnightYou have stolen my heartAnd from the ballroom floor we are in celebrationOne

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One of the best weeks of my life? Check.Kava House the best coffee shop ever? Check.Ready to get this semester rolling? Check.Ready for anything?CHECK.

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At first, I didn't want to say goodbye to another decade. I still cannot wrap my mind around the fact that it is 2010. This decade was the first I can remember very clearly. I can remember very distinctly what happened each year and it is very scary to me how fast the time has past. Here's my decade summed up:2000: The year of confusion. The start of my sciatic nerve problems (ohhhh fun.)2001:

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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Stuck, stuck, stuck!!!, originally uploaded by ifixfones1.Two favorite movies to watch the night before Christmas:-A Christmas Story-The Nightmare Before ChristmasNow onto wrapping some gifts for tomorrow and majorly cleaning this place...can't wait 'til tomorrow to open the gifts my family gave me to open Christmas day. Thanks, mom!

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Up until 5 this morning working on my defense paper. One more final until i am done for the year. Have 3 krispy creme doughnuts sitting in front of me. Eating a turkey sandwich. Sitting when i should be studying but i cant think or move. Just. .want. .sleep.

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Cody and i love getting lost just because we can. In fact, we are doing it right now.

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set fire to the third bar, originally uploaded by oolem.I love entering new phases in my life. What I love most about this is the feeling of transition-the realization that I am shifting in some way and that one chapter is coming to a close, a new page turned. A new chapter is beginning, and maybe it is because I have taken up pleasure reading again, pleasure only meaning that I choose. I don't

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Daughters by Pixel16 on Polyvore.comMy secret is that I can see right through people, but most of the time I decide to just keep to myself and be silent. Maybe it's that I can only trust myself most because I know myself most. Maybe it's just because it's not worth it to speak up when I see one won't listen, or if one does, it doesn't equate necessarily to them caring. The only thing I know for

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----------------Now playing: Snow Patrol - Set the Fire to the Third Bar (feat. Martha Wainwright)via FoxyTunes I find the map and draw a straight lineOver rivers, farms, and state linesThe distance from A to where you'd BIt's only finger lengths that I seeI touch the placeWhere I'd find your faceMy fingers in creasesOf distant dark placesI hang my coat up in the first barThere is no peace that

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Laziness, originally uploaded by topshampatti. How can a society that exists on instant mashed potatoes, packaged cake mixes, frozen dinners, and instant cameras teach patience to its young? -Paul Sweeney We have a system that increasingly taxes work and subsidizes nonwork. -Milton Friedman (April 16, 1912 – November 16, 2006)Determine never to be idle...It is wonderful how much may be

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Snow, snow, snow. And oh so much of it.

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I can't wrap my mind this: When I road the bus in sixth grade, I wrote letters to my future husband on the way to school. As I wrote and listened to my contemporary christian music on my walkman,wondering where he was and what he was doing that very instant, he was sitting two seats in front of me.Whoa.

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Get Off My Lawn, originally uploaded by sugar_and_pcp.I just started reading the very long Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy, and I'm loving it so far. I'm trying to get through New Moon, by Stephanie Meyer, and it's a drag. She doesn't make me love the characters or grasp any sense of plot any more than in Twilight. Every sentence more that I read of her books makes me more and more flabbergasted

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Shane Ryan Ellis by sashanaomi on Polyvore.comSoundtrack: Breathe, by Taylor Swift and Colbie Caillet.I don't want to live another decade without you, Shane. I didn't know how to make it this one, and every holiday has a big black hole in the middle of it because you aren't there. And now another decade approaching. I don't know how much more this family can take without you here.

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Dug in the cone of shame, originally uploaded by MeiLover.I do not like the cone of shame,but I HATE slow internet!!!

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Waiting to be found... by 〖˚Pǝαςhσċѕ˚〗 on Polyvore.comSometimes, especially after a day like yesterday when we get to spend a whole day together, I think about where we have been and how far we have come and I realize that you are the reason the pain of the wait was worth every single second it took. I still can't believe I have you. I wish other people could understand us, but it would be

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As I get older, as the going gets tougher, as I become less of an imaginative child and more of a realistic adult, I realize I don't want to know anymore. I want to be ignorant. I want to have three imaginary friends named Hannah, Haley, and Heather again. I want to see tall grass as an opportunity, not a chore. I want to play tag by the pool table in the basement and write poems about clouds in

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Lil' Blueberry :P by Gnuffy on Polyvore.comThe song played at our wedding.I like not playing this song as much so that when I do play it, it awakes my amazing memories of 2008.Pandora randomly played the song just now and it was a pleasant surprise :)I love you, Pandora. Scientists. Coldplay. Love. Cody.

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Cornerstone lifts ban on staff drinking alcohol -- chicagotribune.comAny thoughts on this? I'd love to hear your feedback/opinions.

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"If this is about my soul, take it. I don’t want it without you." -Bella Swan to Edward CullenEnough said.

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http://bit.ly/UIQwJThe comments regarding this poll are worth checking out. Interesting perspectives, especially the one about everyone in America eating rice for a year to raise the money to pay off government debts. REALLY, people!? The ignorance of the American people is astounding. It will be oh-so-easy for Obama to fulfill his agendas with an audience that is ill-informed and doesn't give a

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World's Columbian Exposition: Ferris Wheel, Chicago, United States, 1893., originally uploaded by Brooklyn Museum.I have yet to ride one. I saved the experience for my husband. A sort of virginity, perhaps you could say. You are looking at the original Ferris Wheel invented by George Washington Gale Ferris, Jr for the Chicago World's Columbian Exposition in an attempt to trump the exquisitly

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Paris from the Eiffel Tower, originally uploaded by Ben Heine.I love: discovery. What do you love?

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I am sitting in a mass in a cathedral at notre dame in indiana. It smells of incense and of a quaint antique shop full of old wood furniture. I am sitting behind four nuns as young as i am. The architecture and the art on the ceiling is astounding. The sounds of the voices resound. The formality of mass is disconcerting yet somehow sacred at the same time. I wonder if the guy in front speaking

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Time Without End by Katjuncica on Polyvore.com"You are not a victim of circumstance but a prisoner of your own decisions." -a postsecret from this weekWith the exception of someone I know, who has been working hard, long hours for several years at a factory to provide for his family. And what does it get? Taxed. So he can now provide for the half of American people who decide they want to be

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...sending you forget-me-nots..., originally uploaded by *Athar*.Shakespearean Sonnet, Sasha HettichTo forget the way of your love withinWould be the most egregious endeavorLike forgetting a bug bite on the skinOr the chime of Cornerstone’s bell towerShould I soon, now, put you out of my mind?My darkest night would become darker still.And when sun rose through thunder-clouds, I would findA giant

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Music starts playin’ like the end of a sad movie,It’s the kinda ending you don’t really wanna see.Cause it’s tragedy and it’ll only bring you down,Now I don’t know what to be without you around.And we know it’s never simple,Never easy.Never a clean break, no one here to save me.You’re the only thing I know like the back of my hand.And I can’t,Breathe,Without you,But I have to,Breathe,Without you,

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I am:-listening to Damien Rice, "Empty"-drinking Caribou coffee my momma got for me :) It tastes delicious. Thank you.-regretting how late it is and how little I have done.-regretting that I couldn't attend Chris Hamilton's recital because Kohl's sucks up my life.-attempting to write my Modern Political Philosophy midterm, which I am actually enjoying, though I wish I had more time.-deciding

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I thought the church is where broken people come together, all in an attempt to give what little we have to God. Church is not a system God set up to filter out the bad people and minister to the good. Christ said he came to heal the sick, not the healthy. So How in the world are we so blinded to this call?

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I am perplexed. sad. fatigued. frustrated. a great many things. I don't know how exactly to describe it, except that the only things that console me are when Cody gently rubs my back, or journaling or sleeping or listening to music and singing out loud. Anything to distract me from overwhelming myself. Yet, these all do not last, so what I am left with is myself trapped in my own perceived

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