Take off your shoes... Take off yourself
Take off your rented mental health
Take off your raincoat... settle down
Take off your nightmare and your frown
There is a place for you to go
To see another ringer in a rock show
Take my pretense for a time
Cause I want to say to you
I'm nobody without you... buddy
My long lost friend
If you're not here to hear me scream
Am I silent like a dream?
Where all the dragons are my friends
Each night we meet our bitter ends
Do I need you to make me real
Like Wheeler spinning his own wheel
Quantum strings within my brain
Popping sanities insane
I'm nobody without you... buddy
My long lost friend
Not everybody has a brain
Not everybody's going sane
Not everybody wishes well
Not everybody's heaven's hell.
Sometimes there's someone to blame
Sometimes a place for shame
Sometimes good's better than bad
Sometimes good's better than bad
Sometimes good's better than bad
Sometimes good's better than bad
Sometimes you're better than me.
Heaven fell on herself tonight
As the devil met me in the wishing well
And in that moment I found myself knowing
That in the end it's just about you and me
Nothing smaller or larger
Though dragons are good for the soul
Nothing can be better than barring yourself for another...
Open for scrutiny, ridicule, indulgence
Therin lies the balls, and the mind, and the heart///
As fear is truly the Mindkiller...
When nothing is left....
Everything is gained...
You see I wish I was a poet
But I know as we go round and round
Though endings are never ever happy
It's the happy moments along the way
That in the end
Make it... ok....

Dude. When I grow up, I'm totally going to be an awesome old lady. I'm gonna wear the funniest clothes, and carry a HUGE ol purse! I'll dance around a lot, and everyone will think I'm waay funny. All the other old guys will hit on me cus I'll be hot stuff. I'm gonna wear those old people sneakers, with my socks half way up my calves.  And I'll have short, curly, white hair, like all old ladies. AND! I'll wear those half glasses around my neck on a little beaded chain! I'll have one of those comfy chairs in my house where I sit all day and watch tv, do the crossword in the paper, and nap. And I want lots of grandkids. They'll think I'm awesome. I'll teach them all sorts of crafty things to do, and they'll miss me when I'm gone. Will it be awesome? Stay tuned to my life to find out!

Just because you do bad things, it does not make you a bad person! I don't floss every day, but I consider myself somewhat pure of heart.

Some people just make mistakes! Everyone should forgive and let live and the world would be a happier place. You know when you're driving down the road, and you almost hit a squirrel and freak out? I freak out if I hit one that's already dead. Most people know you didn't mean to hit that squirrel and so they forgive you, and they don't hold it against you. Or else at our funerals they'd all be calling us squirrel killers. WTF is this about?

If you died today, would people know the real you?

I don't mean to say make sure you tell people you love them and say youre sorry. I guess I don't know exactly what I mean.

How much do people know of the real me? Which people are really my friends? What kind of secrets are people keeping? What is my secret passion? What do I like to do?

If I died, I wonder which people would show up at my funeral. And out of the ones that show up, I wonder who will only go because of the other people there, and who will go because they know me and miss me. And out of those who don't go, I wonder if they just won't feel like it, or if they'll have good excuses. I wonder what everyone would say about me, and what everyone would remember about me.

The more I think about funerals, the less I think I want to have one. They seem really fake. The people who know you the best, or think they know you best, or want people to think they know you the best, go to the front and tell things about you which are probably lies. They're either lies because the person doesn't know you very well in the first place, or because if they told the truth, no one would want to listen.

I'm not saying I wouldn't do the same thing. If my best friend died, I would go to their funeral, and I would talk about good times. I probably wouldn't mention much about problems, and I would probably remember situations to my own advantage, since that person wouldn't be there to prove me wrong.

What a post.

Sorry if you can't read this. I want to buy a new digital camera, someone point me in the right direction!! 

What if just one thing about your life was different? It could change everything! Remember those chose your own adventure books? Yeah. Just like that. Or the Family Guy or Butterfly Effect. Changing one thing about your life could change everything. I think that's amazing.

I think that's why I believe in fate. To a certain degree. I don't think every little thing is planned out to happen. Like me watching tv right now. I don't think that has to do with anything. But me having a tv? That's bigger. Heh.

Just think, what if your mom had grown up in a different neighborhood. She would have been friends with a different set of people, which would have turned her into a different kind of person with different tastes, so she probably never would have met your dad, so you would be completely different! If you're here at all.

What if you didn't have that scar you got from falling at Sea World when you were 6, so you never would have started that conversation with the one kid, that ends up being your best friend 10 years later? All these little things... How can you not believe in fate? I like to believe in it.

Even the things that don't work out happen for a reason. For instance, who stays with their first ever boyfriend (well, besides my parents...)? But that first boyfriend is important (or girlfriend, if that's your thing... but for me and most of my friends, it's boyfriends) because they teach you things, like how to get over stuff, and how to deal with being less selfish and giving to others and compromise. I think it's important that some kids have lots of brothers and sisters (like the Brady Bunch) and that some people are only children. Plus, do you really think that long seperated twins like Tia and Tamera Mowry could ever find each other randomly? Exactly.

Fate rocks.

I love getting mail. I got a card from the doctor that said "You are going to get better! Which is fairly remarkable since ou wewre pretty great to begin with! Hope your recovery is speedy!" and it's fake signed by all of them! It's wonderful! I also got a really corny birthday card from this couple I don't know. And I like getting magazines and text messages and phone calls and even letters from college. Course, this medicine also makes me way happier than I really am. My cats hang out in my room all day. They take care of me and I take care of them. They said maybe Flint is starting to recover! He may not die after all! Hoop de hoop! And these ice packs for my cheeks are the coolest things ever! They're so fun they make me want to wear them! I think maybe I'll color them.

Hello. People don’t like much to hear about stories from places they didn’t go, so instead of telling stories, I thought I would just visually depict my trip to Canada.


Airporting it. 



Jeremiah and Christopher 



Nick standing the way he always says he never stands 



We're going to start our own olympic indian canoeing team. Soon we'll get good enough that we can take the canoe away from the dock and stick it in some water! 



The red eyed monster ate my friend... 



Nick with hair as big as Whoopi Goldberg, and me looking wonderful as always 



Blurry Anne Peel with a wonderful picture colored for Nick (which he probably left on the airplane where I left mine) all about his superior trumpet playing skills, as told by Bob the Builder 



A big huge waterfall. And Michelle on Kevin's back, as always. 



I actually have no idea what this is. i don't remember taking this picture, or where I took it, or who the people are. If you have any idea, let me know! 



a blurry picture of a very pretty organ underneath a church 



Christoper the Apothicarie 

Above all, he was amazed to hear me talk of a mercenary standing army in the midst of peace, and among a free people. He said, if we were governed by our own consent in the persons of our representatives, he could not imagine of whom we were afraid, or againstwhom we were to fight; and would hear my opinion, whether a private man's house might not better be defended by himself, his children, and family; than by half a dozen rascals picked up at a venture in the streets, for small wages, who might get a hundred times more by cutting their throats.
-Gulliver's Travels