scrap paper.

Sun, 06 Mar 2005 20:17:36 GMT

Thu, 27 Jan 2005 04:34:59 GMT

Mmmm... fresh meat?

Help!

I am healed.

Thu, 07 Oct 2004 06:38:26 GMT

Well, it is time to revive this dead heap. I need some place to send people where I am unashamed. I have indeed been keeping a journal secret from this space. I need somewhere to be an emotional idiot. This is definitely not the place I wish to do it. I need to keep some kind of record of events for myself. The more and more I talk with my oldest friends, the more and more I see I have forgotten. Little events like going to a mall or a movie. They are lost in the wind of my mind. I need not mention work or school, though, as those are assumed. Notable events today:

==> Gave freaky blonde kid email address.
==> Gave Charlie phone number. Charlie hence called me and left voice mail since my phone was in my car.
==> Robin cooked dinner. Chicken, peppers/carrots in a cream sauce. 8/10
==> Sean came by and gave me a hug before riding off into the sunset (Burlington)
==> Moon IMed to negotiate returning of my camera. He is an ass.
==> Surfed livejournals and randomly IMed people.
==> Talked to a pancake savior who works in a cheese shop in Canada. I like how she talked to me like an old friend.
==> Talked to a girl working on her English project.
==> Said hello to a girl who just got dumped. Her honesty was nice.

Meow meow meow meow...

Sun, 18 Apr 2004 18:00:30 GMT

Today I'm going to clean my room. I mean it! Well, actually I only half mean it. I might do it, but I might not. A couple of weeks ago I was doing really good with my room and household. I got everything done that I should and even stuff that was not required of me. But now, I've sunk into the "it's the end of the semester and I'm tired" phase. I worked again this morning. It was an ad set day which means I had to take down all of last week's advertisements and put up all of this week's advertisements. Luckily we aren't selling much that I want this week. Lately they've been having really good deals hard to pass up: 3 for 20s, "buy the whole matrix trilogy for 40!", "kill bill and reservoir dogs, 2 for 20!". Master and Commander is the big new release this week and while I enjoyed the movie, it isn't anything I would buy. Movies are nice. I tend to watch as many as I can.

uhoh! I hear the roommates stirring. I must hide until she leaves for her wedding shower. I was hoping I would accidently sleep through it, but no such luck. My brother Otto called asking for my brother Jimmy's number. I mean, gosh, what was he thinking calling at 1pm. Not like anyone should be up then.

I bought some flowers yesterday. It is hard to justify paying $5 for something that will die, but flowers make me happy, so that is all the justification I require at the moment. I may be a little broke, but you can't put a price on happiness. Or maybe you can... $5. Sounds like a reasonable rate.

My mom is moving back to Indiana.. so I must retrieve my things from the house. I won't have Burlington to escape to anymore. I know it seems crazy to think of Burlington as an escape, but it was a cheap and easy way to get out of Raleigh and my mom would do my laundry for free. $5. So it goes. Have a good day.

I believe in a thing called love.

Sat, 17 Apr 2004 17:36:47 GMT

Today is a gorgeous day so of course I'm in here on my computer. :) Actually, I've been pretty good today. I worked from 6-10 this morning, so that was an early start. I really didn't want to get up -- I had problems falling asleep last night -- but after downing a Mello Yello, it started turning around. My roommate's family is here for her bridal shower tomorrow. It is an event I'm dreading for several reasons: 1. it is going to be filled with a lot of people I don't know being all giddy and girly about a wedding, 2. I don't want to buy a gift, 3. I don't get a whole lot of time to myself. Number 3 will seem contradicted by today's activities. I'll suck it up and go most likely, but I won't be happy about it. *stomps foot*

Back to today's activities. I went out driving. It is just so nice with the blue sky and being able to have my windows down. i like it much. I have a lot of arty stuff to do today which would be easier if my printer would work with me. I miss it. Anyways, I should get to it. I know my entries suck and that I don't have a lot to say. My life is pretty simple. I goto work and school. The rest of my freetime is spent with Sean.

Fllp.

It is amazing how lazy one can be...

Fri, 19 Mar 2004 22:16:15 GMT

I got a new laptop a month or so ago. My mom felt that the harddrive failures of my previous laptop were just too much for me to deal with, so she got me a new one. Thanks, mom. As such, though, I have not finished restoring this laptop to the customizable glory that was my previous laptop. I lack a downloaded livejournal client -- which would only take minutes to download and install but yet I still find myself too lazy to do. Spring break as come and gone. I worked and spent the rest of my time with chill. Not a horrible way to spend one's time, but still, it wasn't Key West or the Bahamas.

I just lost the desire to finish this entry.. but I'll post what I have anyways.

I dub thee: Atreyu.

Sun, 08 Feb 2004 20:43:42 GMT

Well, due to my last laptop's reliablility issues, my mom decided that I needed to get a new one. So, I went on the Dell website and picked me out a swank Dell Inspiron 8600. The hottest part about this new laptop: a hella swank 128MB ATI Radeon 9700 Pro Turbo video card. Excuse me while I cream myself. :) I am naming my new laptop Atreyu, after the young Indian child in The Neverending Story. I always thought he was hot and not quite as whiney as Bastian. That chick from it was so freaky. "Call my name, Bastian!!!" Gosh... what are we teaching our kids nowadays?

I'm still working at Best Buy. I was moved from the digital camera section over to the vile temptress that is called Media. I'm around good music, games, and movies all day long. When I was in DI, the temptation to use my discount wasn't as strong. I mean, I like photography, but I don't need too much camera stuff. Now, being in Media... I see all the deals and all the new releases. It makes it very difficult to maintain a budget. Oh well, I don't have it as hard as some people I know.

Well, now I must find me some food to eat. Have a splendid day. :)

Droopy plants are.. well, droopy.

Thu, 15 Jan 2004 23:13:59 GMT

My purple passion plant is lacking the passion for life. It is depressed and suicidal. I tried baptising it and hopefully that will help it see that life is worth living. Born again, maybe? I think hanging out with the dead roses is too much for it. I should probably move it over with a more lifely and less morbid crowd.

I am job hunting yet again. I have not found out officially whether or not I still have my Best Buy job, but I kind of have a feeling that I probably do not. That doesn't bother me too much other than the fact that I need to find a new job. I have applied at a few places, but quite honestly, I am horrible at finding jobs. The whole process seems so overwhelming to me. Also, I don't even know what I want to do or where to look for jobs. I feel like I have no real qualities or experience that makes me appealing to employers. Alas... I'll find a job eventually. I just hope my bank account can remain buoyant for that amount of time.

Is it possible to love too much? I actually think it is, but it is hard to really explain what I mean by that. It is complicated as most things tend to be. I'll go talk to Rupert and try to cheer him up.

oh, by the way, send me letters:

da amazing lizzo
2727D Conifer Drive
Raleigh, NC 27606

Don't die, little laptop.

Sun, 11 Jan 2004 04:04:32 GMT

Well, it is obvious I do not write much but obscure things here because most of my life is absent from this little space. Many things have happened. My heart has rocked and moved with an irritably discontent music, but has returned to a more stable place recently. Apparently my detective skills really do suck, but my luck is not quite as bad. Late one night I was online talking to people, which is a rare thing these days, and the angel Carol signed onto a screenname that has been gathering dust for the past year. Apparently she is living in Albuquerque, New Mexico and working for the Habitat for Humanity peoples in Las Lunas. I flew out the next day and stayed with her for almost a week. I had never been that far west before. I am going to make a scrapbook of my journey... I collected many interesting artifacts.

People need to smile more at airports -- rather, they need to smile more in general. I just wonder what is so bad at the airports that they carry such a scowl. I mean, they are travelling to new places, they are dancing with the clouds, they have the opportunity to meet all these amazing people. A man at the airport just sat down and started to speak to me, which was wonderful. He scared me a little bit and kind of forced me to take his card, but that doesn't mean I have to write him.

Alas.. I should post this before I lose it.

Are you sure it isn't Halloween?

Fri, 26 Dec 2003 14:26:07 GMT

I sit in my bra and underwear waiting for the time that I must get dressed in that dreaded blue shirt and head over to that dreaded little section. I do enjoy money and being able to buy things -- although, to be honest, I haven't really bought much that wasn't something I needed... for example, food. Well, I don't need food, but I do enjoy it. I went home for Christmas and that was nice. I just spent time lounging around the house getting over my cold. The only good thing about this cold is that it got me a few days off from work. I was really getting to a wall. I need the job, I really do, but I don't want to be worked so hard. I just don't think they should schedule me for a full week of 8 hour days with no day off. It ran me down to the point of sickness. I just hope they are not mad that I called in.

I miss my friends. So much has happened in my love life that I'm starting to grow rather sick of it. The push and pull of who do I love and the agonizing truth that I know who I love but am just too much a coward to follow through with anything. My friends don't have those types of expectations on me. I can just sit in Rick and Keith's living room and just watch TV and play with Keith's laptop and it is just without expectation and without pressure. I miss those days in highschool when I would pick up Carol and we would have adventures. I even miss my steed -- my mom's old 92 Grand Prix. Those more carefree days have faded into a drive for money and for a life partner. Then there is Mike. A person that could very well turn into one of my best of friends, but I push away because of current situations. All of these people circling around my brain and I feel like I must choose one or none. None is not an option I can live with, but could I live with the others? Can I live with just me?

On Saturday Robin and I are going to be painting our kitchen. It is going to be fantastic. Today I am going to buy my digital camera. I just have to get out of neutral and kick it up a few gears.

Just know that I do care about you. Even if I don't do so well at showing it... that doesn't mean I don't feel it. I miss a lot of people right now. I miss my Burlington friends, even the ones I didn't really even know that well. All these faces from the past. So....... carol, rick, keith, ryan, peter, jordanna, jennifer, claire, will, phil, laura, danny, lauren, amanda, ashley, mike, sarah, chucky, patrick, sean, scott, grey, robin, bethany, jessica, brianne, jenn, bri, cesar, john... all you ghosts... I love you.

My detective skills suck.

Sun, 30 Nov 2003 17:15:52 GMT

I have not been able to track down the elusive girl known as Carol. Curse work and school and everything that is such a hinderance. I just wanted to talk to her and see how she was doing and let her know that I really did appreciate the SPAM postcard and everything. I just don't want her to think that I do not appreciate her and all that she is. She was a great friend to me and still is in spirit. I am so horrible at maintaining relationships. I left from Burlington and I said that we should all keep in touch and of course, I do not. I don't have people's numbers or their email addresses or anything. If they stop caring for me I would never know because they could just disappear from me and I would never find them again. I do want to find you again, I do.

Anyways, I know I only usually write in here when I have bad things to say or some weird contemplation to work out in my head, but I'm not unhappy. Things in my life are actually fairly good right now. I'm happy to say that I am in love, I've been going to class and that my grades are fairly good, that I finally have a job, and I've been doing reasonably well at keeping my room clean... just give me 15 minutes before you check up on that statement. :-D The only thing I have been slacking on is getting my oil changed, but I promise to do that soon.

I really do miss one and all... so... like, IM me or email me. IM: LadyofMimas EMAIL: thisisnotliz =at= hotmail.com

Oh, and if I don't know you, IM me anyways :)

::disappear!::

Tue, 18 Nov 2003 23:47:11 GMT

If I said I overreact, I don't know.. it just seems like I'd be admitting that I am wrong so very much. I fight and fight but always when I do I feel so wrong. I feel as though that it is always something I did to make things wrong. If I was more understanding, things wouldn't be bad. If I could just relax, nothing would ever be the matter. We could just go through life without the drama and without the aggravation. I see little things that I am so not included on. I don't know why I expect to be included on every facet of every person's life, but I guess it would be nice to be included in a little of it. It doesn't matter. I am just through with it. I do not need to live through you people. You have no idea how I see this world and how wonderful it is. I just don't understand how it is so wonderful and so awful at the same time.

I want to be driving on the road listening to a song that I can escape to. I know I don't do all the things that everyone else claims. I don't know, people cite every single thing they have done and it makes me feel like I do nothing. But I do do something. I am not really living a life that has had no impact. I will make an impact. I will DAMMIT.

I don't know why you can't talk to me that way. I don't know why it is so impossible to talk to me in the way you would talk to any other person. It is so false and so scripted between you and I. Have a good day, I wish the best for you, how are you, that sucks, oh well, yes, no, fucking hell. I don't need any of this. I can make it on my own. If I can't, well then I don't know what to do. The people who should care really don't. It is just another exercise we have to pass to say we are alive.

Eat your apple and fall asleep, wait for fucking prince charming on his fucking white horse. white horses get muddy really easy. gragh gragh ragalksjdf;lij

A simple question without a simple answer...

Thu, 13 Nov 2003 05:40:37 GMT

"If you were to die right now, how would you feel about your life?"

Welcome to the land of misfit entries.

Wed, 12 Nov 2003 17:46:57 GMT

I start a lot of entries for my livejournal, but I never end up finishing them. There are so many different livejournal styles. Some people talk about their day, some try to be funny, some post photography, and some just pour out the randomness that resides in their brain. I don't want to be just one of these, but I have problems being all of them. For example, try as hard as I might, I'm not funny enough to write a funny post. I can maybe pull off a funny line here and there, but that is few and far between. I am not a photographer, though I would like to be. I wish I had one of those really nice digital cameras. I could ask for one for Christmas, but I feel bad asking my parents for so much. I already pour out the randomness that is in my brain... *cough cough*. In the words of Keith: la! Okay, so the only thing left is to talk about my day. Well, this seems easy enough, but believe it or not, I have a problem with it! Parts of me do not want everyone to know about me. Also, if I put it all here, then what would I have to talk about in conversation? Then again, who checks this often enough to hinder conversation? Ah. ha. Another dilemma is that I'm rather boring. I don't do an awful lot. I'll write about yesterday and you can see what a busy day is like for me:

I woke up very early (5AMish?) to study for my MEA311 test. I took that at 8 and it was so tiring and just overall bleh. I at least put down an answer for everything. Then I had two more classes, MEA213 and MEA313. I zoned out during 213 and just doodled. In 313 I did a lot: did a complete isobar analysis map, complete with fronts and local highs and lows; observed a weather balloon launching; and did cloud observations. After class, I took the bus home. It was a lucky day at the bus stop because the bus came just as I got to the stop. I usually have to wait like 15 minutes. After I got home, I listened to Sean's radio show and knit. Then I played a little Final Fantasy X -- the sequel comes out in a week!! -- before taking a nap. After napping, I went and had Chinese with Sean. On the way walking there we saw Sarah! That was pretty wonderful. We didn't get to stay at Golden Dragon for long, though, because Sean had class. So, after that I went back home and pretty much just knit and talked to people on the net. Oh, and I had coffee ice cream at my neighbor's place! MMMMMM. The end. Hurrah.

It may not seem like a wonderous day to most, but it was a good day for me. I hope to go see Lost in Translation today and also pick up a job application from Borders. I really need a job.

Okay, time to post. *dance*

Damn, I wish I was as cool as Will.

Tue, 11 Nov 2003 04:36:07 GMT

Man, I want to sex him up on an ice shelf in Antarctica only wear a whipped cream bra and a scarf. hehe, just kidding. :)

The real clone wars...

Fri, 31 Oct 2003 04:28:52 GMT

I believe there to be many clones of myself running around the world. These clones are clever. They are sneaky. They know better than to look like me or sound like me, but they are nonetheless clones. I look around campus and see my friends' friends and even people I know, and some of them are so much like me in interests and behavior, that it scares me. Now, there are differences, of course, but still, am I so not unique? If these people are so similar and they are 2 degrees or less away from me, there must be people who are even more similar just waiting out there. I suppose I should not worry too much about them --- chances are, I will not meet even close to all of them. It just kind of bothers me when I see a person who has things all around them that remind me so much of things I want around me or have around me. It is difficult to explain. I just battle these clones. They may be clones, but they are not me. Only I can be that... and only every other Tuesday.

I hope all is well with all. I am tired and working hard. Fancy that. :)

Daylight savings time is a complete mind fuck.

Mon, 27 Oct 2003 05:28:22 GMT

I was talking to someone today and they said "mind fuck". I find that such a delightful phrase. I know it is meant to kind of be a negative phrase, but perhaps minds liked to be fucked. Well, I guess it is more to signify a state of confusion [roommate alarm clock alert #5] than a negative feeling. However, I do not see how fucking is so confusing. The fucking part is the easy part, but the relationships attached to it are a little more confusing. Or maybe not. I don't know. I've never really had no strings attached fucking. And if you didn't fucking notice, I'm trying to say fucking as many fucking times as I fucking possibly can. Anyways, the point I was trying to make was that maybe our minds like a good pickle tickle sometimes.

Life update? Not a whole lot has been going on. I had a really good job interview, but as of 5 days later, they haven't called me back. So it goes. I need to get a job soon, though. I see that bank account getting dangerously low. Not to worry, though, *sings* I will survive. I've been playing The Sims a lot. I've been cleaning a lot. I've been doing a lot of schoolwork and schmoozing to professors. We'll see where all that stuff gets me.

Going to see Death Cab for Cutie on November 2.

I need to get back into the swing of knitting. I hate losing stiches. I am horrible and picking up stiches. Feh.

I need a hug. mew.

Always the hours.

Wed, 01 Oct 2003 02:19:49 GMT

This is Virginia Woolf's suicide note to her husband. I feel it is one of the most beautiful things ever written. It is even more beautiful when you hear Nicole Kidman speak its lines in "The Hours". Something about it just really touches me. She and Leonard were very much in love.. but it was a different kind of love than I've known. It is rather beautiful. I enjoy that movie more each time I watch it. I pick up little things about how the book parallels Woolf's life and Clarissa's life and how Clarissa is so much like Leonard and so many other things.

"Dearest, I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that - everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer.

I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.

V."

My mind is stirring.

In an effort to be cool...

Tue, 30 Sep 2003 16:47:50 GMT

In an effort to be as cool as the girl who is sitting next to me in the computer lab, I am updating my livejournal. Yes, indeed, the quest to be cool continues as I go to class each Tuesday and Thursday. As I am only in school parttime, I have much less time to attempt to be cool to my classmates. This causes pressure. This pressure is only topped by the evil tests the men with droopy faces give to me and my fellow slaves of cumulonimbus. I needed an A on this test... I leave the room knowing that it is literally impossible that I got one. ::sigh:: Such is the life of tragedy that I lead.

My mood threatens to change to silly. Well, it is already silly, but I'm trying to keep the tone over-the-top dark. I wouldn't want to give you a heart attack. It is like when you change your fish's water. You do not take them from their previously warm water and drop them into a subarctic vat of water. Your fish will likely die. (This is a tip from experience.. so if you are bad with fish, watch out for this.)

For us meteorologists, death comes... from above.

Life burns so bright for some.

Fri, 19 Sep 2003 01:07:14 GMT

After a trip to the 19th century for a few moments, I am back in the land of electricity.

I am trying to fill my life with things that make me happy. I am trying to knit more (note to self: go get some new needles and more yarn), learn Japanese, read more, learn to cook, etc. I hate to be such a burden on the people in my life. I mean, it is no one's responsibility to entertain me. However, if you would like the position, I am accepting applications. My heart has been heavy, but I'm pumping out the excess and dealing with what is left. Maybe I'll be floating again soon. I want my life to burn as bright as it seems to burn for others.

I am in love with the Decemberists lately. If you have not heard them, you should definitely download some of their music. I'll send some to all who ask over AIM -- Lady of Mimas, if you do not know.

I do not have words to say what I want to, I just like to fill space. Yay.

Wed, 17 Sep 2003 17:21:41 GMT

If I write what I feel right now, I will never finish this post, nor will I ever upload it. My feelings are far to sensitive a subject for a random internet journal. Plus, they change as swiftly as I can find words for them, so I think that means they shouldn't be put into words. A lot of people have problems putting their feelings into words. A lot of people do not talk about their feelings. You know, it is not such a bad thing that they cannot. Feelings are not meant for the language of the mind. They are meant for the language of the heart. They are written on your face and in your actions unless you dare surpress them and graffitti their pureness with your stoicism. My heart is pumping loud in my chest with feeling. So loud and so hard that I feel like it will just rip through my chest or blow out my ears at any moment. It hurts. I clench my teddy bear who has been my only confidant in the darkest of days. Others would take the position, but what will they think of me once I let them into this secret society. I overreact -- people aren't as cold to think I'm a freak for just being upset over life. I am still fearful, though. I fear that I have alienated my only confidant. In all the times I've wished for him to understand my pain, I never wished to pain him. I feel like I've done such a bad thing and I just don't know how to repent for it. Maybe there is no one that can save me. You always see those signs, "Jesus saves!"; he should don his cape and cowl and save me from myself.

Zeke is looking at me with that blank and curious stare. "Why are you so sad?" he says to me through the hardness of plastic eyes.

"I don't know," I whisper, looking away. The moment passes and I sit staring at the faint sunlight streaming in over the freshly painted green walls. My eyes reach out over the space hoping to be seen; longing for their secret despair to be known. Thinking to myself how much I wish he would see through the 'I don't knows' and the 'it doesn't matter' and just hold me. To hold me as tight as he could, digging his soft cotton arms into my skin and crushing the evil that threatens to spring from it. But alas, he just sits there, leaned against my pillow, with the same blank and curious stare.

I do not wish Isabel to go away. I wish for her to wash over everything and make things right again. I wish for her to make me right again. I guess it is silly to think that a hurricane can do that. A lot of things are silly.

Oh... and please don't tell me to feel better. I appreciate the concern, but it makes me feel like I'm a freak. I could explain that, but I'll save it for another time.

The crossroads of our lives number many.

Mon, 15 Sep 2003 01:19:47 GMT

There are so many decisions to make about the kind of life I am to lead. The big crossroad I am at right now is whether to stay or to go. I will never get exactly what I "want" either way. Things just do not work that way. Either option awards different opportunities and different joys and sadness. If it were a perfect world, I would wake up beside you everyday. That could be good and bad. My total amount of sleep would diminish greatly due to snoring. Things are nice as they are, too, I suppose. I wake up and can have breakfast the way I like it and not have to worry about anything but what I want to do. Hmm, I do not know what I am trying to say here. There is so much weighing in my heart that it is almost impossible for me to know what to say.

I am happy, though. I do not want people to mistake my insecurities and hopes for better things to be unhappiness. Life is too short to be unhappy.

I am becoming more passionate about hobbies at the moment. I am just finishing up a book called "The Elizabeth Stories" by Isabel Huggan. I suppose it is fairly obviously why I chose this title. :) I bought a cookbook the other day from Borders. Also, the days before that, I bought the fixings for fajitas. I hope to expand my knowledge of cooking before too long. I want the kitchen and cooking ability of Pbarry's mother. A strange idol to have considering I have only been in the kitchen a handful of times and have never tried her cooking.. it just seems right, though. Also, my ferver for learning the Japanese language increases. I have been playing this game called Slime Forest which is like an old school RPG game. You defeat your enemies by recognizing the appropriate katakana and kanji. It is definitely a fun way to learn. I also went to the library the other day and studied the Japanese books for a few hours. Maybe I can learn enough to study abroad in Japan. Maybe.. but my real study abroad wish is for Australia. I want to see how the Southern Hemisphere weather works first hand. :)

Life is interesting at the moment. Let's see how it plays out.

I'm a prisoner of my own device.

Sun, 31 Aug 2003 21:53:38 GMT

Well, it has been two days and I still reside here with Keith and Rick. I shall return back to Raleigh eventually, but circumstance has kept me here. What do I really have to do at my apartment anyways? I have taken quite a liking to Keith's comic books. I never realized Batman was so cruel and insane. I mean, sure he is really into helping people and is into the justice thing.. but he is so rough and rigid. The Batgirl comic made him seem a little better, though.

Question of the day: are the people on the floor above building a secret weapon?

Things just aren't meant to be.

Sat, 30 Aug 2003 18:40:20 GMT

The world is conspiring against me. My old roommate Erin made me this pretty cat picture once that said "The world is conspiring to shower you with blessings/happiness"... something like that. It was a cute picture done in crayon on cardboard. I hanged it on my dorm room wall. Sometimes, though, I think circumstance is conspiring against me. True, I can persevere and find happiness regardless of circumstance, but I am a wee bit lazy. I just wish that things would kind of just fall into the right place -- that all the pieces would fit. I remember once I was doing a jigsaw puzzle and I found in the box a pieces a puzzle piece that came from an entirely different puzzle. How do I fit things like that in?

It is a strange feeling. I am not entirely upset right now, but I am easily on the road to becoming upset. Crying about how unfair life is does not get me much except a few "I'm sorry"s and if I am lucky a hug from those I love. I do very much appreciate those things, but they do not change the situation, ya know? I would probably be even more lost without them. I suppose it is time to increase my Sense Heading skill (/end eq reference).

I just want things to work out. I want the happiness to be the longest moment I can get, not so fleeting.

What do I do?

I am quite surprised.

Fri, 15 Aug 2003 17:19:05 GMT

You are a positive thinker. You see the goodness
in people and the beauty in life. You are
needed to keep hope alive.

Which Jerry Uelsmann Photograph Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla

I didn't really think that I would get this. I don't normally think of myself as a positive thinker. I guess I am in some regards. ::shrug:: I am just surprised.