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Name: Kendra
Birthday: 7/1/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: I like to think of myself as an extrovert, but I have my intoverted moments. Who doesn't?(perhaps the term is romantic?)
I love it when I come home and no one else is there. I love to travel, read, and write. I want to get glasses and dye my hair so I will look smarter. I also adore cream soda!
Expertise: I have a 3.8 GPA, but I don't think that makes me an expert on anything ...so I'm working on a 4.0.
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  kengearoo
Member Since:
9/29/2004
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| Well it's been a really long time since I posted so I decided to post something.
You know when life is just so good that you almost can't describe it? That's my life right now. I almost feel like it will make it less amazing if I try to put something so complex into words that are so simple. Life is full of unexpected surprises, you know, and I feel like patience has truly paid off in my case. Don't try to rush life, just let it happen. I'm learning not to worry so much about things that I can't change and enjoying the life God has given me right now.
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| Intrigued Sleepless
These words that rhyme,
Are not just mine:
Fatigued,
Yet intrigued.
A night of no sleep,
Of counting sheep,
The next the same,
Again it came,
It stole my sleep away.
It took my sleep to stay.
A morning anew,
My mind all askew,
That night still enjoyed,
For dreams it employed.
Though placing no blame,
That sleep never came,
The reason behind,
Is not far from mind | | |
| This is a quote I heard a long time ago. I don't remember where, but it has always stuck with me.
"It takes only a minute to find a special person, only and hour to appreciate them, only a day to love them, but it takes and entire lifetime to forget them."
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| Yesterday we (Concert Choir) sang at a church in Cheney. We were there throughout the entire service. Last night I went to my church and it really made me realize how surface some churches are.
Here are a few words for thought from the sermon last night: Love is not spelled L-O-V-E, it's spelled S-A-C-R-I-F-I-C-E.
The more I think about it the more I realize how rare true love really is. None of us, of course, will ever be able to love perfectly like Christ loves us, nor should we ever expect that kind of love from anyone other than him.
The kind of love we have for each other is simplified compared to the love he had for us. Why can't we realize that our love is selfish? Even in death our love is selfish. When someone dies we are sad for us, because we loved them and now they are gone.
It frustrates me that I can't even grasp what I'm trying to say. I only wish I could love so perfectly and it scares me that I can't. | | |
| I went to see She's the Man tonight. It was soooo funny! I think I'm going to have to see it again.
School starts again next week...I like my classes, but I'd still rather be done with school. The question is, after school I still don't know what I'm going to do. Recently I've decided to become a Wedding Planner. How fun would that be? I also still think it would be fun to go work on a Cruise Ship.
Here are some pictures just for the heck of it.
Me looking like a dork
Kyle looking really cool and sweaty.
Kole looking really cute and mischievous.
A tree in bloom with water spraying it and a white house in the background. (I took this this morning and I thought it was cool.) | | |
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