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Name: Heather
Gender: Female
Interests: I love to paint and do crafty things. I play the violin and I love to do it. It makes me feel really good when I can finish a song and make others happy by playng it beautifully. I go to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I love going to church.
Expertise: I suppose you could say that I am good at the violin. I work at it and so I am good. I also like to paint and do art things. I am good at stuff like that because I am like that.
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Member Since:
5/8/2005
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| ?Excitement. Disgust. Confusion. Happiness. Depression. Popular. Geeky. WHO?Senior year. Why? High school. Life. It exhists and I constantly question. I constantly, endlessly, and hopelessly question. I go to a wonderful church, and I have the greatest family, and really good friends. Why do I question what i have, who I am? I question love, can I really love someone, or am I just not capable? Am I selfish, sluggish, lazy? Can I really keep myself moving, am I proactive. Why does it matter whether I smile or frown at someone, or does it? I wanted to be in-between death and life the other day, just to have a new perspective. To see them both together, death and life would be thrilling, give me life or just wondering and confusion. To have a perfect knowledge of all of the mysteries to have everything make sense. That's what I want. I want what i know I cannot have. I want to know I am normal, yet I want to know I am special. I yearn to know why I do certain things, why I don't do certain things, why I am who I am. Am I? What is normal, then? How come i am afraid? I have pondered on what i could be afraid of, and I think it's responsibility. I am afraid of letting people down, of opening up to others, letting them know I have weaknesses too. I hate when i do things wrong, I hate when I am not "perfect," or when I can't be the one that everyone likes. To the point of hurting others I try to protect myself, my pride, my self-esteem. I cover this well, very very well. I do not seem the anti-social girl that sits in a corner with her mini-ipod, dark eyes, unsmiling. I am in the crowd, I suppose. My cover is me donning my polka-dot skirt, pink shoes, bobby-pinned back hair in neat twists that seem to circle forever like my questionings, suspended--smiling. | | |
| Senior yearSo, this is my life. I just got really really pumped for music. I got my new Bach music in the mail, almost peed my pants... not even kidding you. I was so excited. I started practicing it right away, and then I just went and listened to the cd. I am excited for violin. This is the first time, me, myself, Heather Michelle Harrast, has been excited about music and the future I have with it. It's about time, I have been doing it for about 13 years. Lucky number? Anywayss, I just am super happy, but I want to just seclude myself into a little black hole all day and practice, and practice and practice like a little caterpillar. Then, pretty soon a butterfly will emerge and I will be amazing at the violin. I want to be so good. For me, and for the one who gave me this talent. I am grateful for it. so much. Oh, and PS... I have no life. Yeah, I walked to the library on a SATURDAY night, and I had nothing to do friday so I watched a movie with my little brother. Is this what senior year is supposed to be about? How come I Have no life, but yet I have no time to sleep and not enough time to study? Huh? I like it, though. I mean, it would be nice to have friends and stuff, but I have decided to be solely focused on my music, and selfishly devoted to it. So, that means... PRACTICE PRACTICE PRACTICE. DEATH TO THE PRACTICE ROOMS... DEATH TO BACH. hahah. That felt good. I have such a thirst for knowledge, well maybe not about neurons or that stuff we are studying in PSych right now, but just for stuff. Wow, I just babbled a lot. This felt really amazingly wonderful!!! YEAH. Hope everyone is doing awesome. AND, xanga is dead, but here's to xanga's death! WWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAA. | | |
| Hey, everyone! So far my summer has consisted of going to the pool, taking walks, learning to love lonnnnngggg bike rides, Hilltoppers, ice cream, moving to a new house, and re-gearing my life.
People are leaving sometime in August and it is sad. I definitely am getting sad. I helped my friend to pack the other day, and then we talked and danced. I am going to make moccasins from her leather skirt she gave me.
Summer bummer yummer hummer dummer fummer gummer jummer kummer lummer mummer nummer pummer qummer rummer SUMMER tummer uummer vummer wummer xummer zummer | | |
| This is the good life:
I just saw "singing in the rain" on our Main Street
I have just eaten AMAZING ice cream (ben and Jerry's Cookie dough)
It is summer
Sweet people are visiting me tomorrow
I am partying saturday for my 17th birthday
I don't know- I just feel content.
It's all good in this hood...
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