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*whispers: ready guys?
STACKS ON!! *thud.thud....ouuch....

oOOhhhh, FORMAL WAS A BLAST! feet were tired tho, and i dint break my ankle in high heels! evry1 was lookn extremely HOTT, and it was hot on the dancefloor!!

well, what can i say? things are totally hay-wire (who came up with that word? genius!) evrything's here and there and evrywhere and frantic and hectic and and and HIT THE DECKS MEN, LAND AHOY!! doesn mean i love it any less ey?

watched pirates (of the carribean)! that was brilliant! and im soooooooooooo annoyed at the ending that im not going to evn start or i'll spoil it for you all! its brilliant........but annoying!

methink the skool is warped and stoopid. and im getting closer pplz at skool. and its greaaatt! tho i havnt bn making much ground with church pplz. yea, i miss ya! my voice goes funny when i dont talk enough, and riight now my voice is funny...

ive got too much to say and this wont do. so i'll leave it here, id love to go deeper but it dun fit and i dont want to...not on the net. or not now. or im lazy. call me craazy. im gonna go msg sum1 now!

heres a quote guys, and im very proud of myself for makin it up, u'd think it was a famous philosofer, tho if my name was more complicated, it would be fitting:
the exact spot one falls is the exact spot they rise.

and ya can make variations too! hmmmm, lets try this:

the action of falling presents oppotunities to rise

yada yada, try it...!

i need music. oh yea. i collected the cd i won from light fm. its got 25 OLD OLD OLD skool worship songs. im gonna go listen to it now. like going back to 1999, or 1997 mb even 1996. its nutts!! i want to listen to a live jaz band, or blues, or good old piano. sum1 feel free to just jump thru the window and tickle the ivory, i am hopeless at it, scared too. me and the piano have a horrendous past, we have a history i do not wish to awaken, yet i still love its individual sound, the simplicity. and tho i fear getting too close, i yearn to be able to master it. to tame my clumsy careless fingers and find the beauty in the heart of a mere composition...
bury the thought six feet under. its not for me, tho i could surround myself in its melody and forget all that needs forgetting. is love lost better than to have never loved at all? no. but then i havnt even lost my love for the piano, just gave up with impatience, and now it hurts. but i will still love it, even as it haunts me occasionally, and it teases me. i am jealous of you if you can play, but not regretful. and i dont make sense.

oke. hw, msging, sleep. gnitez. God bless!

"today ive finally found,

a melody that fits,

a melody that fits.

today i've finally found,

a song that i can sing

a song that i can sing"