it's a newspaper tragedy.
Sadness sticks to us, but there's good days in all the mess
Mole4Play: I have no <3 for jackie!
Osh Rules: he licked my butt! i got a rim job from my horse!
Thursday, December 18, 2003
You Learn
After A While You Learn....
the subtle difference between holding a hand,
and chaining a soul.
And You Learn...
that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't mean security.
And You Begin To Learn...
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead,
with the grace of a woman,
not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.
After A While You Learn...
That even sunshine burns if you ask too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And You Learn...
that you really can endure
that you really are strong
and you really do have worth.
And You Learn...
And You Learn...
With every goodbye, you learn.
...Author Unknown
After A While You Learn....
the subtle difference between holding a hand,
and chaining a soul.
And You Learn...
that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't mean security.
And You Begin To Learn...
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead,
with the grace of a woman,
not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.
After A While You Learn...
That even sunshine burns if you ask too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And You Learn...
that you really can endure
that you really are strong
and you really do have worth.
And You Learn...
And You Learn...
With every goodbye, you learn.
...Author Unknown
Saturday, December 13, 2003
"it seems like we all have tears to shed and this sadness seems so over whelming.
I can't stop these lies from spreading
and all these thoughts keep me from breathing."
Sometimes this sadness takes over us
And we need a little distraction
To forget why things are
And smile that temporary smile
So let me be that distraction
And ease the pain you feel
I’ll keep your thoughts away
From anything that makes you tear
I can't stop these lies from spreading
and all these thoughts keep me from breathing."
Sometimes this sadness takes over us
And we need a little distraction
To forget why things are
And smile that temporary smile
So let me be that distraction
And ease the pain you feel
I’ll keep your thoughts away
From anything that makes you tear
Friday, December 12, 2003
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ectasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
-From The Invitation
By: Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ectasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
-From The Invitation
By: Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Tuesday, December 09, 2003
PAINT BRANCH LITERARY MAGAZINE TAKES TOP HONORS IN AMERICAN SCHOLASTIC PRESS ASSOCIATION ANNUAL COMPETITIONS
The Paint Branch Literary Magazine, Crossroads, won a First Place award in the American Scholastic Press Associations Annual yearbook competition.
In the notification letter, Crossroads was praised for the “tremendous amount of time, energy and talent by writers, artists, editors, photographers, copy editors, layout designers and advisor. We congratulate all on your First Place award!” It continues by saying "'Case Files' [a new addition to the magazine] was a very creative idea!” The magazine was chosen from thousands of submissions from around the country.
Crossroads also won a Silver Medal from Columbia University's School of Journalism CSPA Award.
The theme of the 2003 literary magazine was “Aaperire,” meaning to uncover, open, disclose. Ms. Dina Beatty was the Advisor for the literary magazine and Jackie Russell, the Editor. Ms. Russell is now at the University of Maryland, College Park in the Scholars Program.
Joanne: I am being sexiled from my own single. My bed is getting more action than I am.
Lisa to Katie: You're getting more ass than a toilet seat.
The Paint Branch Literary Magazine, Crossroads, won a First Place award in the American Scholastic Press Associations Annual yearbook competition.
In the notification letter, Crossroads was praised for the “tremendous amount of time, energy and talent by writers, artists, editors, photographers, copy editors, layout designers and advisor. We congratulate all on your First Place award!” It continues by saying "'Case Files' [a new addition to the magazine] was a very creative idea!” The magazine was chosen from thousands of submissions from around the country.
Crossroads also won a Silver Medal from Columbia University's School of Journalism CSPA Award.
The theme of the 2003 literary magazine was “Aaperire,” meaning to uncover, open, disclose. Ms. Dina Beatty was the Advisor for the literary magazine and Jackie Russell, the Editor. Ms. Russell is now at the University of Maryland, College Park in the Scholars Program.
Joanne: I am being sexiled from my own single. My bed is getting more action than I am.
Lisa to Katie: You're getting more ass than a toilet seat.
Monday, December 08, 2003
i leave my door unlocked at night
you can pull me out of bed
if you know where and when my classes are
wave at me and I will leave
if im in the potty knock on the door
if im in the shower jump in
basically you have the key to me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEL!!
Colm: You're a one woman orgy.
Mel: you're nipples are going to be so cold.
12 days of christmas
you can pull me out of bed
if you know where and when my classes are
wave at me and I will leave
if im in the potty knock on the door
if im in the shower jump in
basically you have the key to me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEL!!
Colm: You're a one woman orgy.
Mel: you're nipples are going to be so cold.
12 days of christmas
Joanne: Joanne gets emotionally attached. Joanne is not a slut. Joanne puts all of her eggs in one basket. Joanne needs to fuck her basket.
Katie: Fuck the basket.
Joanne: I would like to have communion with the basket rather then fuck the basket.
Joanne: Oh my god. Why do I look like a horse?
Katie: I’m looking at myself. Stop taking it away!
Colm: Oh my god. You look like a five year old whore.
Colm: In exactly 35 minutes you die.
Colm: I want a cape. I just want to wear a cape all the time.
Katie: Fucking what?
Colm: Finger.
Joanne: That’s you’re fucking finger?
Joanne: Fuck you.
Colm: No. Fuck Mark.
Joanne: Katie's name actually means dirty as snow that has been peed on
Monika: youre the only NONvirgin here
Joanne: I love Katie. I want Katie to bear my children when that’s invented.
PizzaJunkie18: Katie(95) Greek Female Form of KATHERINE. Pure, Virginal (much laughter followed when this was said aloud to the room)
Monika: I just like rubbing heads, if you can’t tell
Joanne: Wow. Its just like being blond!
Katie: I want to be coated in chocolate. Like an easter bunny but not hollow.
Katie: Fuck the basket.
Joanne: I would like to have communion with the basket rather then fuck the basket.
Joanne: Oh my god. Why do I look like a horse?
Katie: I’m looking at myself. Stop taking it away!
Colm: Oh my god. You look like a five year old whore.
Colm: In exactly 35 minutes you die.
Colm: I want a cape. I just want to wear a cape all the time.
Katie: Fucking what?
Colm: Finger.
Joanne: That’s you’re fucking finger?
Joanne: Fuck you.
Colm: No. Fuck Mark.
Joanne: Katie's name actually means dirty as snow that has been peed on
Monika: youre the only NONvirgin here
Joanne: I love Katie. I want Katie to bear my children when that’s invented.
PizzaJunkie18: Katie(95) Greek Female Form of KATHERINE. Pure, Virginal (much laughter followed when this was said aloud to the room)
Monika: I just like rubbing heads, if you can’t tell
Joanne: Wow. Its just like being blond!
Katie: I want to be coated in chocolate. Like an easter bunny but not hollow.
Friday, December 05, 2003
Thursday, December 04, 2003
guitarwomyn: do you know what's super cool?
Seasickmnky: what???
guitarwomyn: stars... they're all like "look we're shiny and bright, come and play with us!" and then it's like you go play with them but AHHHH you touch them and you combust.
mel and I on third nipples:
guitarwomyn: if i did i'd definitely pierce it
Seasickmnky: nice. that would be hot
guitarwomyn: showering together is going to be so much more fun
Seasickmnky: I know. it shall be like peeing with you!
brakingeleven: a day without sex is like a day without sun... sadly, switzerland's days are dark and dreary
Seasickmnky: what???
guitarwomyn: stars... they're all like "look we're shiny and bright, come and play with us!" and then it's like you go play with them but AHHHH you touch them and you combust.
mel and I on third nipples:
guitarwomyn: if i did i'd definitely pierce it
Seasickmnky: nice. that would be hot
guitarwomyn: showering together is going to be so much more fun
Seasickmnky: I know. it shall be like peeing with you!
brakingeleven: a day without sex is like a day without sun... sadly, switzerland's days are dark and dreary
A dragonfly has a life span of 24 hours.
The squirrel monkey's brain accounts for roughly 5 percent of its body weight - the largest percentage of any other animal. The human brain, by comparison, makes up about 2.3 percent of body weight.
Castrated men live an average of 13 years longer than those not castrated.
The opposite of "cross-eyed" is "wall-eyed."
One out of every two hundred women is endowed with an extra nipple.
do you suffer from 'dasypygal'?
The squirrel monkey's brain accounts for roughly 5 percent of its body weight - the largest percentage of any other animal. The human brain, by comparison, makes up about 2.3 percent of body weight.
Castrated men live an average of 13 years longer than those not castrated.
The opposite of "cross-eyed" is "wall-eyed."
One out of every two hundred women is endowed with an extra nipple.
do you suffer from 'dasypygal'?
Tuesday, December 02, 2003
Seasickmnky: I spit in your orange juice
Mole4Play: oh god
Mole4Play: OH DEAR GOD NO!
Seasickmnky: Do you have mono?
Mole4Play: not as far as I know
Seasickmnky: that is what you should be asking your self
Mole4Play: oh my god
Mole4Play: I hate all of you
Mole4Play: thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much
Mole4Play: oh god
Mole4Play: OH DEAR GOD NO!
Seasickmnky: Do you have mono?
Mole4Play: not as far as I know
Seasickmnky: that is what you should be asking your self
Mole4Play: oh my god
Mole4Play: I hate all of you
Mole4Play: thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much
SCAVENGER HUNT!
go find these and bring them back to me.
· Puppy
· Comb
· Banana
· Pencil
· Crab
· Radio
· Toilet paper dowel
· Stick
· Monkey
· Notebook
· Remote control
· Irish guy in Elkton
· Blue boxers
· Shoe laces
· A Picture of Johnny Depp
· Dustbuster
· Tennis ball
· Needlenose pliers
· Mikey
· Rubik's cube
· Condom
· Spork
· Frisbee
· Apple
· Pizza box
· Cookie
· Orange BIC lighter
· Cluck-U menu
· Movie ticket stub
· 6-inch ruler
we did it!!!
go find these and bring them back to me.
· Puppy
· Comb
· Banana
· Pencil
· Crab
· Radio
· Toilet paper dowel
· Stick
· Monkey
· Notebook
· Remote control
· Irish guy in Elkton
· Blue boxers
· Shoe laces
· A Picture of Johnny Depp
· Dustbuster
· Tennis ball
· Needlenose pliers
· Mikey
· Rubik's cube
· Condom
· Spork
· Frisbee
· Apple
· Pizza box
· Cookie
· Orange BIC lighter
· Cluck-U menu
· Movie ticket stub
· 6-inch ruler
we did it!!!
Monday, December 01, 2003
Jackie: He's so tall he has to duck.
Katie: That's weird, ducks aren't that tall.
"To live is to strive to become as 'skilled' as Carlita"
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
really? because sometimes I don't think they do. How can you live. I mean REALLY live when everything is planned out for you. when your life is a cycle and the only thing you know for ceratin is that your going to die. how is that living?
Katie: That's weird, ducks aren't that tall.
"To live is to strive to become as 'skilled' as Carlita"
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
really? because sometimes I don't think they do. How can you live. I mean REALLY live when everything is planned out for you. when your life is a cycle and the only thing you know for ceratin is that your going to die. how is that living?
Monday, November 24, 2003
And I've got scars I'm willing to show you,
you had heart that I'll never see,
she had answers to all the wrong questions,
It's funny these answers are all that I need.
- - It's crazy the things we made in the sky.
So picture me drowning,
pretending I'm happy,
we end up regreting the things..
We don't try. - - Here with my problems
I don't need the light,
they're bigger than darkness and darker than night.
I leave on a promise of something that shines,
perfection aint perfect
a leaver will find. I find this all the time
I miss you when I'm sad. I miss you when I'm lonely. But most of all, I miss you when I'm happy.
"If you live one hundred years then I want to live one hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you."
you had heart that I'll never see,
she had answers to all the wrong questions,
It's funny these answers are all that I need.
- - It's crazy the things we made in the sky.
So picture me drowning,
pretending I'm happy,
we end up regreting the things..
We don't try. - - Here with my problems
I don't need the light,
they're bigger than darkness and darker than night.
I leave on a promise of something that shines,
perfection aint perfect
a leaver will find. I find this all the time
I miss you when I'm sad. I miss you when I'm lonely. But most of all, I miss you when I'm happy.
"If you live one hundred years then I want to live one hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you."
Friday, November 21, 2003
I would just like to say that I have some of the best friends ever. I <3 you guys. thanks for the puppet show. Definitly one of the best gifts I've ever gotten. and the flower pot. : )
Lisa is amusing....
- They we're just trying to be proud of thier genatalia.
- It smells like buring.
- E-money is going to get a punch in the face
Lisa is amusing....
- They we're just trying to be proud of thier genatalia.
- It smells like buring.
- E-money is going to get a punch in the face
Thursday, November 20, 2003
"When was it that you lost your youth or traded
It for something more for them to use so jaded
Why is it that you never said
I love you more than just a friend
I pray this gridlock never ends
And when we get there just depends
I found out recently that you are leaving
For good I hope I softly tell my ceiling
It's better now to be alive
Sleeping is my 9 to 5
I'm having nightmares all the time
Of running out of words that rhyme
Everything that you could never say
Would never matter anyway
I took a hammer and two nails to my eardrums long ago
Before that steak knife took my eyes
I looked up to the sky
For the last thing I would ever see
For the last time I'd cry" - Alkaline Trio
It for something more for them to use so jaded
Why is it that you never said
I love you more than just a friend
I pray this gridlock never ends
And when we get there just depends
I found out recently that you are leaving
For good I hope I softly tell my ceiling
It's better now to be alive
Sleeping is my 9 to 5
I'm having nightmares all the time
Of running out of words that rhyme
Everything that you could never say
Would never matter anyway
I took a hammer and two nails to my eardrums long ago
Before that steak knife took my eyes
I looked up to the sky
For the last thing I would ever see
For the last time I'd cry" - Alkaline Trio
Monday, November 17, 2003
Monday, November 10, 2003
I pride myself on being someone who regrets nothing. And you know what? I've been pretty good at that. except for one thing. The one person I have ever loved, I never had the guts to tell him that I loved him. and now he's gone and i'm gone. so don't make the same mistake as me. when you love someone, tell them. don't let them get away. live with no regrets.
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