| Adieu, to you Ohio.Ahh, time to dust this thing off... I used to be soo addicted to reading these things. But, as I grew out of it, I now keep a live jornal at andiatetheworld.com. My own little creation.. its got a more personal touch.
For the few that might read this, I'll have a word with my loyal subscribers. Though few, they're still out there, and I thank you for not deleting me off your list after close to a year of being gone. There's only one big update to sum the lost months up.
By September, but more likely August I'll be leaving for Wenatchee, WA for my last year in high school.
Wish me luck guys. You can reach me at my cell 9E7.689.9642
My parents got a job offer they couldn't refuse. I've got pictures up on my web blog of the area. Just beautiful. Mountains, rock cliffs, white water rapids.
If you want to hang out or catch up, I'll be clearing my schedule for the next few weeks for you guys. I could be leaving as soon as August 6, so even in the crack of night there's no such thing as an unwelcome houseguest, pop over for kicks.
I can't share how much I truely love the kids and adults in this town I've gotten to know, but I'm also soo excited about the people I'm getting to meet in Washington.
Miamisburg is dear to my gut, and the opportunities for personal growth are greater than I could have
hoped for. My friends will testify that I have grown and changed so
much in my last two years that I’m a completely different person from
when I arrived freshman year. I would love to say that I don’t regret
anything… however, I do believe (perhaps naively) that I am a stronger
person for the things I have experienced and the storms I have
weathered. Miamisburg is the place where I first truly learned to love,
to hate, and to forgive; I know it may still have many things to teach me,
but without its influence on my life to this point, I could not be the
person I am today.
I will miss you all something fierce.
Paul |
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| Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Yeah, the red, white, and blue
When the band plays hail to the chief
Yeah, theyll point the cannon at you
It aint me, it aint me
Im no millionaires son
It aint me, it aint me
I aint no fortunate one
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Well, they help themselves, yeah
When the taxman comes to the door
House looks a like a rummage sale
It aint me, it aint me
I aint no millionaires son
It aint me, it aint me
I aint no fortunate one, no
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Yeah, when they send you down to war
Well, when you ask them how much you should give
Yeah, its always more, more, more
It aint me, it aint me
I aint no senators son
It aint me, it aint me
Im no fortunate one
It aint me, it aint me
I aint no military son
It aint me, it aint me
I aint no fortunate son
Take it away... |
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| Post.. update. Call it what you will. It is here, and it cries to be listened to. Look at it. Isn't it great? Haha. Great week... great week. Better get started on that English hw. ttyl blokes,
pj
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