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Name: Karen
Country: United States
State: Maryland
Birthday: 7/3/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: anything and everything! from the nerdiest topics to the most random trivia! :)
June 25th is National Catfish Day
Corn Palace in South Dakota est in 1892
Expertise: sleeping, eating, laughing, AIMing, college-ing, being fickle...
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  Karen7385
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Member Since:
10/27/2003
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| Stunning Cheap Pearls from PearlsOnlyOutlet.com | | |
| so in less than 2 days, i will officially be a senior.
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| Bahamas-anecdote hey guys,
here is a funny story that happened while we were in Bahamas for Spr
break. Sorry its in chinese! (i had to write it for chinese
class) apologies to those who don't read chinese.
it s basically abt how two of my friends got lost from the group at the
Atlantis. They cleverly stole two towels trying to get in on the
waterslides but got lost on the way! we had to wait for them for 3-4
hours!
巴哈马历险记
今年的春假我和我的朋友一起到巴哈马玩。巴哈马是加勒比海其中最出名的岛国。巴哈马的天气又温暖又舒服，真的是像一个故事里的天堂。巴哈马的海映照着天，天映照着海，海天一线，非常漂亮。沙子在脚底下，细细绵绵，好像按摩一样好舒服。在这样的环境， 我觉得又轻松又平静。拿索是巴哈马的首都，我们的旅馆就在海边，也靠近闹区，所以到任何地方都很方便。
有一天我们去天堂岛晒太阳。在这个岛上有一个非常有名非常高贵的 旅馆叫亚特兰蒂斯。整个旅馆就在沙滩上，里面有很大的水上休闲设施 ，包括水上滑梯，水族馆 等等。世界上最富有的人才负担得起如此奢华的度假中心。我们在沙滩上打排球和迷你高尔夫球，玩了半天肚子就开始饿了，于是大家决定去买冰淇淋吃。
吃完冰淇淋以后，有两个同学出了一个鬼点子，他们想要潜进亚特兰蒂斯。
他们注意到这个旅馆的客人都带着海滩巾，所以他们就在没人看见的时候偷拿了别人的毛巾。带了一条毛巾就代表他们高贵的身份。这样他们就可以进出旅馆也不会
有人怀疑他们不是旅馆的房客。我们约好三十分钟以后在刚刚吃冰淇淋的地方碰面。一个小时以后他们还是没有出现，我们开始着急，担心他们迷路永远回不来了。
可是，我们也不想浪费我们的时间干等，所以我们就兵分两路轮流去逛。
我一走进水族馆，就非常雀跃，把担心的事都抛到脑后。走在水族馆的隧道里，就看到很多有意思的海洋生物，有魟，有鲨鱼，还有很多漂亮的热带鱼。看到这么多五彩缤纷的动物让我非常兴奋。
我
们四处逛了两三个小时以后，回到亚特兰蒂斯旅馆大厅，猜想我们那两个调皮的孩子应该回来了。没想到他们不但没回来，附近又找不到，他们什么也没带，所以也
无法跟他们联系。我们后来决定，肚子饿的人先去吃晚饭，其他人就继续等下去。一个多小时以后，他们两个终于回来了。虽然他们任务失败，并没有如愿玩到任何
水上滑梯，可是两个人看起来非常满足，而我们就在附近大吃大喝为那天晚上画下了句点。
在旅游的时候，总是发生很多出乎意料的事。即使有一些不顺利的或不愉快的经验，我们却更加了解彼此。这些小插曲都成为大学生活中非常美好的回忆，让人回味无穷。
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| Spr Break and Apr showers Bahamas was glorious!
last 1.5 months of Junior year is not as much fun 
i feel old and too lazy to go out all the time now. how depressing.
that'll change this summer! 
new city + new people (+good 'ol friends) = lots more fun!
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Sometimes we all need a little reminder:
Somethings to think about
Graduation speech to students of Villanova University, by Anna Quidlen, Newsweek columnist.
"It's a great honor for me to be the third member of my family to
receive an honorary doctorate from this great university. It's an honor
to follow my great-uncle Jim, who was a gifted physician, and my Uncle
Jack, who is a remarkable businessman. Both of them could have told you
something important about their professions, about medicine or commerce.
I have no specialized field of interest or expertise, which puts me at
a disadvantage, talking to you today. I'm a novelist. My work is human
nature.
Real life is all I know.
Don't ever confuse the two, your life and your work. The second is only
part of the first. Don't ever forget what a friend once wrote Senator
Paul Tsongas when the senator decided not to run for re-election
because he'd been diagnosed with cancer:
"No man ever said on his deathbed I wish I had spent more time in the office."
Don't ever forget the words my father sent me on a postcard last year: "If you win the rat race, you're still a rat."
Or what John Lennon wrote before he was gunned down in the driveway of the
Dakota: "Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans."
You walk out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no one
else has. There will be hundreds of people out there with your same
degree; there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for
a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of
your life. Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life
at a desk, or your life on a bus, or in a car, or at the computer. Not
just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your
bank account, but your soul.
People don't talk about the soul very much anymore. It's so much easier
to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is a cold
comfort on a winter night, or when you're sad, or broke, or lonely, or
when you've gotten back the test results and they're not so good.
Here is my resume. I am a good mother to three children. I have tried
never to let my profession stand in the way of being a good parent. I
no longer consider myself the center of the universe. I show up. I
listen. I try to laugh.
I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what they say. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh.
I am a good friend to my friends, and they to me. Without them, there
would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard
cutout. But I call them on the phone, and I meet them for lunch. I show
up. I listen. I try to laugh.
I would be rotten, or at best mediocre at my job, if those other things
were not true. You cannot be really first rate at your work if your
work is all you are. So here's what I wanted to tell you today: get a
life. A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the
bigger paycheck, the larger house. Do you think you'd care so very much
about those things if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon, or found a
lump in your breast?
Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself
on a breeze over Seaside Heights, a life in which you stop and watch
how a red tailed hawk circles over the water gap or the way a baby
scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a cheerio with her
thumb and first finger.
Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who
love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Each time
you look at your diploma, remember that you are still a student, still
learning how to best treasure your connection to others. Pick up the
phone. Send an e-mail. Write a letter.
Kiss your Mom. Hug your Dad.
Get a life in which you are generous. Look around at the azaleas in the
neighborhood where you grew up; look at a full moon hanging silver in a
black, black sky on a cold night. And realize that life is the best
thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted.
Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around.
Take money you would have spent on beers and give it to charity. Work
in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or sister. All of you want to do
well. But if you do not do good, too, then doing well will never be
enough.
It is so easy to waste our lives: our days, our hours, our minutes. It
is so easy to take for granted the color of the azaleas, the sheen of
the limestone on Fifth Avenue, the color of our kids eyes, the way the
melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again.
It is so easy to exist instead of live. I learned to live many years ago.
Something really, really bad happened to me, something that changed my
life in ways that, if I had my druthers, it would never have been
changed at all.
And what I learned from it is what, today, seems to be the hardest lesson of all.
I learned to love the journey, not the destination.
I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only
guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the world and
to try to give some of it back because I believed in it completely and
utterly.
And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had learned. By telling them this:
Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear.
Read in the backyard with the sun on your face. Learn to be happy. And
think of life as a terminal illness because if you do you will live it
with joy and passion as it ought to be lived." | | |
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