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| For every time you say "I love you", prove it twice.
Respond with grace when she’s in a mood.
Wait for her longer than you think you should have to.
Trust, instead of doubting.
Give her a hug and a smile even when you don’t feel like it.
Don’t be selfish with your time... or her time.
Go out of your way to open a door.
Be there just to listen.
Be patient instead of being irritated.
If you can’t prove it every day with the little things, then don’t bother saying it, because without proving it, it’s just more meaningless words.
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| Why are the Robots so sad?
We’re not in trouble anymore...anyway
And no more
Synthetic fighting
They stopped the lightning
After today...
When they took the beach that day
They stole the children
Took them away
And I miss everyone...
But most of all the little ones
And their shiny toy guns....
Each and every one of us still pray
Hoping for evidence
Looking for clues
All the robotic families
Searching the circuitry
For what remains
When they took the beach that day
They stole the children
Took them away
And I miss everyone...
But most of all the little ones
And their shiny toy guns....
I remember mother that day
When her tears woke us so quietly
From our dreams
She told us
That father's sleeping
And he is watching
From far away....
And their shiny toy guns
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| I saw this online posted by my friend Lisa.
Typically I hate the myspace bulletins, but this one had a glimmer of truth.
(This is a heavily edited version to help it make more sense.)
"The point of view for most decent young men concerning some relationship topics:
We don't care if you talk to other young men. Really, we don't.
We don't care if you're friends with young men because it's healthy. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, it touches a nerve, even if it isn't shown.
We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.
Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.
Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.
Don't tell us we're wrong or we'll stop trying to convince you.
Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take advantage of the mood we're in.
Let us fund an evening out. We enjoy doing it. It's expected. All we want is a sweet smile and a "thank you."
Kiss us when no one's watching.
You don't have to get dressed up for us.
We like you for who you are and not what you are.
Honestly, I think a girl looks just as, or more beautiful when she's just in her PJ's.
Don't take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. Guys often just see the beauty in it.
Don't get angry easily.
Don't talk about how hot Morris Chestnut, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us. We feel undermined/undervalued.
Don't be afraid of the word "handsome"/"beautiful"
I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with "Hey handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy" or whatever else you can think of.
Girls, I cannot stress this enough, if you aren't being treated right by a guy, don’t wait for him to change. Ditch his sorry, disgrace to the male population ass and find someone who will treat you with utter respect. You deserve better.
Someone who will honor morals.
Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.
Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.
Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.
Give the nice guys a chance."
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| Oh boyEDIT: I forgot something.
My graduation party is Saturday, June 16th from 1pm to 7pm.
Anyone who feels like a drive to the Furey household is more than welcome.
There will be much food, volleyball, airplane rides, basketball, an unholy amount of people, and more food :P
It's pretty casual, and please don't bring a gift.
Feel free to email me at yeruf.nitsua@gmail.com for an address/directions.
Cheers!
I can barely remember how this thing works.... Wow, it's certainly been a while.
It's Austin again.
Past.
I have been pretty busy for the past, oh, one hundred years at least.
Most of you know I spent the last year of my highschool career at Lake Center and not doing PSEO at Stark State. I had a good year and worked my way through with decent grades and with a lot of good friends. I also made a really pathetic attempt at playing soccer, but enjoyed it anyway and met some fun people.
I graduated, thank goodness, I have a piece of paper that says I'm gone.
Present.
I'm working at Furey Chrysler.
Mondays 7:30-7:00
Tuesday-Friday 7:30-5:00
I am a parts manager.
I do not have an exciting job.
I have a beautiful and wonderful girlfriend named Anna
(We've been dating about six months for those that care.)
I'm leaving June 17th for the Cedarville Summit (any other takers?).
Future.
I'm planning on going to Malone College for my first year, as this is
theoretically my last year of highschool because I graduated early. So
I'll stay in the Canton area for a year and possibly transfer to
Cedarville University for my remaining college years.
Thank you for your attention and I hope you enjoyed this surprise update :)
-Austin
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| I have a new blog.
http://www.myspace.com/austinfurey/
The magical world of MySpace.
-Austin
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