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Monday, December 26, 2005
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Fix You
By Coldplay
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When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down on your face
And I..
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down on your face
And I..
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
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So this morning I woke up, and was getting out of bed, i was standing up, and then it felt like someone pushed me really hard.....I woke up half in bed an hour later. I went downstairs and talked to my brother, who told me that he had dropped my dad off at work, and when he came home he opened the back door, walked in and immediately passed out. He woke up at the bottom of the fridge, and then threw up. He walked over to the stove and saw that my dad had left the burner half on. The whole house was filled with gas. He went to turn it off and as soon as he hit the knob all the burners turned on. He shut it off and aired the house out. But we both felt really bad all morning, upset stomach, headache...not a good start to the day! So pretty much we are both glad to be alive today, I guess I would have been dead if he decided to run an errand. Anyway, my Dad soooo heard about it later.
Monday, November 07, 2005
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So last night I went to Lodo's downtown, and it was the most painful night out ever. I got pulled into a fight at the bar, I was trying to walk around, and someone bumped me into the middle of these two guys, and one went to hit the other and hit me in the stomach instead. Someone pulled me out, and that was that. Then we went downstairs, and I was talking to my friends, and some girl stepped on my toe with her heel. It hurt but I just pushed it aside as nothing. So maybe 5 minutes later I stepped in something and said "Oh what did I spet in, is that a drink?" And Carrie said it was blood, and I said, what, no it's not is it? Then one of the guys we were with bent down to look, and it was a pool of blood I was in. I thought that maybe it was someone elses, until Carrie said that it was coming from my foot. So I looked down and saw that my toe was gushing blood all over the floor. It was sick. I guess when she stepped my on toe it broke right through the skin. So then I had to walk downtown with no shoes on...gross. The nice thing was that Carrie took hers off too, so I didn't feel bad, and Ryan was my crutch, and Matt carried my bloody shoes. Talk about excitement! Anyway...my toe hurts.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
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So, I figured 4 months was a decent amount of time to not update my Xanga, and I better do it now before I lose all interest completely. School is amazing as usual, this past weekend I had the immense pleasure (maybe/not really) of going to a poetry recitation at a local cafe here. I didn't go on my own, but was forced to go by my English teacher, who is convinced she is the person solely responsible for forming "well- rounded literary individuals". So I went on Sunday, and watched what I can only classify as a freak show. These people got up there and screamed about everything. The weather, women, "blades", children, old people, witch doctors, relationships and dirt. My favorite performance however was "Casper" who got up on stage and started doing some weird ass jujitsu/karate/yoga/ballet/robot dance. In between crazy body movements, he would scream something, just anything I think, nothing that had any meaning. "Red, blue, green, black. these are the colors of Honda Civics". And things like that. Then he screamed that poetry has turned into performance and everyone was fake, no meaning in the words, only words to draw attention to the performer. Then he said "I don't know if I can come anymore" Please don't. I may have laughed at him, which looking back was a mistake. I thought he was going to jump off the stage and choke me. I went with Carrie and Ryan, who laughed too, but apparently it wasn't funny, because no one else laughed. They shook their heads as if to say "Yes brother, tell it like it is". No, please don't. I wrote a paper on it.....Did I like it? Would I go back? What did I learn? ......No I didn't, Not in a million years, and Fake poets are CRAZY.
More later, I have 4 hours of accounting now.
Monday, June 13, 2005
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So I haven't updated this in forever, but the way I look at it, Xanga's are kind of silly anyway...so who cares! Anyway, I'm home in Michigan for the summer, and start working at the test kitchen at MSU later this week. It's pretty exciting. I have gotten to spend a lot of quality time with the family and Travis, which has been great. I want to hear what everyone is doing for the summer, so let me know!
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I have an Assoc. degree in culinary arts, and am working on a Bachelors in food service management. I love cooking, taking dance lessons, and watching old movies, especially when they feature Audrey Hepburn!
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