Sunny With A Chance Of Sarcasm

Favorite Post Secrets Of The Week & A Video;

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PostSecret: Confessions on Life, Death and God from Frank Warren on Vimeo.

Wordless Wednesday;;

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Random Thoughts With Pictures! :D

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Album You Really Need To Go Out And Buy:

The Avett Brothers Present: Emotionalism

Favorite Things We Forget Of The Week:

Favorite Post Secret Of The Week:

I'm Not A Blonde Anymore! :D

I Am Offically A "Dark Brown/Reddish" Haired Child,

View Here In These Two Comparison Pictures:

After!

Before!

Apparently I Tweet About Love, School, And People A Lot,

A Little For Your Information Going On Here:

View My Tweet Cloud Of Awesomeness Going On Down There...

Because Sometimes...

2009-11-27T18:46:00.003-05:00

Because sometimes it's easier to say,

"I hate you", Than "i miss you,"

"I wish we didn't fight"; "I wish you would call me sometimes."

Because sometimes,

It's easier to think,

Screw life, screw work, screw everything,

Than admit that you're overwhelmed & feel like you're drowning.

Because sometimes,

It's easier to admit the simple things than say the hard things

& Realize how much you've been struggling

& How much you feel as if life has gone out of your control.

I've Been Tagged, Against My Will.

2009-11-26T13:16:00.003-05:00

That Loser @raychelceleste Tagged Me Like Five Years Ago, And After Fixing My Blog And Realizing I Have Not Posted In Close To Over A Month (Opps!) I Decided I Will Do This Little Thingy Right Here, Okay Here We Go:

1. Name someone with the same birthday as you.
I Know Some Girl At Richland Northeast Had The Same Birthday As Me, But

I Can't Remember What Her Name Was.

2. Where was your first kiss?
Fourth Grade. Baha.

3. Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else’s property?
No, I'm Not That Spontaneous.

4. Have you ever hit someone of the opposite sex?
Yes, Some People Deserve It.

5. Have you ever sung in front of a large number of people?
Yes, All The Time For School And Church.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about your preferred sex?
Eyes Or Height.

7. What really turns you off?
Stupid People Really.

8. What do you order at Starbucks?
Anything With Carmel In It.

9. What is your biggest mistake?
Hm, I Make Mistakes Everyday, Twenty Four Seven, But As Of Right Now, The Only Big Mistake I Can Say I've Made Is Not Being Honest About A Certain Situation, Or Not Telling Someone What Needed To Be Told.

10. Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose?
Emotionally maybe, but definitely not physically.

11. Say something totally random about yourself.
I Dance With My Headphones In And My ipod Turned All The Way Up To Every Kind of Music You Can Possibly Think Of.

12. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?
I Have Gotten Random Things, That I Look Like The Girl From Titanic, That I Look Like Marylin Monroe, Very Random Stuff, But For The Most Part I Don't Think I Look Like Anyone Famous.

13. Do you still watch kiddie movies or TV shows?
I Love Kiddie Movies!

14. Did you have braces?
Nope, Never Been To The Dentist Either, Slacking.

15. Are you comfortable with your height?
Yes, I'm Not Comfortable With The Fact That Most Guys Still Have Not Reached My Height, But Um, We Are Getting There...Hopefully.

16. What is the most romantic thing someone of the preferred sex has done for you?
Probably What This Person Did For Me On My Sixteen Birthday, It Was So Cute And Adorable. I Am Not Going To Give Out All The Details, But It Was Pretty Awesome And Took Me By Surprise.

17. When do you know its love?
When You Are Willing To Stop Being Selfish, And When It's Not All About You Anymore, And You Can Look Through Some Of The Flaws That Person Has, And Their Past.

18. Do you speak any other languages?
I Can Speak Scattered French.

19. Have you ever been to a tanning salon?
No Ma'am.

20. What magazines do you read?
AP! And People.

21. Have you ever ridden in a limo?
Yes A Couple Times For Random Stuff.

22. Has anyone you were really close to passed away?
A Good Friend Yes, But I've Been Lucky Enough To Only Lose One Person

In My Life. And That My Friends Is What We Called Blessed.

23. Do you watch MTV?
On And Off. Nothing Really Interesting On There Anymore.

24. What’s something that really annoys you?
Umm Society. (:

25. What’s something you really like?
Bright Colors, Indie Music, Witty People, Charming People, Blah Blah Etc.

26. Do you like Michael Jackson?
His Music Was Something Very Interesting. Yes Music Yes...His Life Style No.

27. Can you dance?
I'm Pretty Good For A White Girl.

28. What’s the latest you have ever stayed up?
I Have Pulled An All Nighter Once, Will NEVER Do That Again.

I Get Very Cranky.

29. Have you ever been rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room?
No thank God.

30. Tag 5 people!

I'm Tagging:

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2009-10-08T20:40:00.005-04:00

It has been said that you meet people wherever you venture. People like you, people different from you. People with the same story, and people with a completely different story. People who are there for the exact same reason you are, or people who are there for something completely different. But, whatever the situation these “people” turn from strangers,

to acquaintances, to friends, to best friends, and then into family. When I left Richland Northeast I left behind not just my friends, but people who have grown into family, and honestly I think everyone knows I miss them so much. But at A.C. Flora I have met plenty of new people to call friends, but there are two people in particular that have become my sisters. Natalie and Kianna, both sophomores, both from different schools (Natalie is from Georgia and Kianna from Connecticut), both first years at A.C Flora just like me. Kianna and I met by chance, through and random and awkward guidance consoler visit and Natalie is in my French

class. The first found memory I have is spending time in the library during 3^rd block “a” day

talking about how it’s hard to trust people now-a-days. How even your own family could turn against you. Every single one of us has been through that situation with a friend, and as we exchanged stories, smiles, and laughs each one of us knew that this was the start of something epic. I have never meet people who act exactly like me, have the same humor, and simple put…not normal. Even though I miss friends at Richland Northeast it’s good to know that I have people at A.C. Flora I can trust, and who I honestly have fun with. And the age old

saying fits perfectly for our group…”Me and my girls don’t turn heads, we break necks.”

I And Love And You;

2009-10-05T20:12:00.003-04:00

Today, while reading the liner notes for The Avett Brothers new album, i came across a mission statement. Non-profits are supposed to have mission statements but i'd never seen one from a band. The words are meant to explain some other words, the album's brave title, "I and Love and You". i found it all brilliant and wanted to share it with you.

Peace to you.
Jamie (Founder Of To Write Love On Her Arms)

*For Original Blog Post

Click Here

"The words "I" and "Love" and "You" are the watermark of humanity. Strung together, they convey our deepest sense of humility, of power, of truth. It is our most common sentiment, even as the feeling of it is so infinitely uncommon: each to proclaim these three words with his or her very own heart and mindset of reason (or lack thereof); a proclamation completely and perfectly new each time it is offered. Uttered daily and nightly by millions, the words are said in an unending array of circumstances : whispered to a newborn in a mothers arms; shared between best friends on the playground; in the form of sympathy - said by a girl to a boy, as the respect continues but the relationship does not. It is said too loudly by parents to embarassed children in the company of their friends, and by grown children - to their fading parents in hospital beds. The words are thought in the company of the photograph and said in the company of the gravestone. It is how we end our phone calls and our letters... the words at the bottom of the page that trump all those above it, a way to gracefully finish a message, however important or trivial, with the most meaningful gift of all : the communication of love. And yet the words themselves have been the victims of triviality, a ready replacement for lesser salutations among near strangers, burst forth casually as "love ya." Truly? To what degree? Why, how much, and for how long? These are questions befitting of the stature of love, though not the everyday banter of vague acquaintance. The words have also been twisted by the dark nature of deceit : To say "I love you" with a dramatic measure of synthetic emotion; a snare set by those who prey uponn fellow humanity, driven to whatever selfish end, to gain access to another's body, or their money, or their opportunity. In this realm, the proclamation is disgraced by one seeking to gain rather than to give. In any case, and by whatever inspiration, these words are woven deeply in to the fibers of our existence. Our longing to hear them from the right place

is maddeningly and simultaneously our finest strength and our most gentle weakness.The album "I and Love and You" is unashamedly defined by such a dynamic of duality. As living people, we are bound by this unavoidable parallel. We are powerful yet weak, capable yet temporary. Inevitably, an attempt to place honesty within an artistic avenue will follow suit. This is a piece which shows us as we are : products of love surrounded by struggle. The music herein is, in many ways, readable as both a milestone and an arrival. A chapter in the story of young men, it bridges the space between the uncertainty of youth and the reality of it's release. The record is full with the quality of the question and response. As far as questions go, there are plenty-normally residing within the tone and delivery of the lyrics themselves, which, ironically, are sung with so much confidence. Among songs and thoughts so driven and purposeful, the most basic relatable doubt comes through with a resounding clarity. Outside of the eternal theme of romantic love, the album speaks thankfully upon a landscape of light-filled rooms, word-filled pages, time machines, forgiveness, singing birds, ocean waves, art ,change, confessions of shortcomings, and reasons to continue on. Hope and a cause for smiling follow naturally. In the midst of all this, there are allusions to the less-than-ideal conditions of life : the loss of memory, the inability to control temper, insecurity, indecision, jaded indifference, and the general plague of former and current weakness. "I and Love and You" is an album of obvious human creation, chracterized by it's best and it's worst. Emotional imperfection is a reality for those who recorded the piece, just as it is for those who will hear it. The conclusion of the song from which the title is taken admits that the words "I love you" have become "hard to say". And perhaps that difficulty is as common as it's counterpart. Perhaps the inability to say these heaviest of words is as much a part of life as the lighthearted candor of those who say them without any difficulty at all. And so it ends with the phrase whispered to and by those of us most defeated and most elated... I and love and you..."

- The Avett Brothers

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Untitled:

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Don’t make me feel the way I seem

On a level such as yours

For the clothes I have on with such black gleam

Are not nearly me, for sure.

What could be near to what’s inside?

Is no fear, hate, or doubt

The love within that I cannot hide

My colors, no life without.

Times going fast and theres not much left

But I think I’ll be just fine

Stick to sound, keep mine, no theft

And keep the past behind

So please, if you will, don’t fear or hate

For music’s my life, my future, my fate.

By: Austin Chadwick

To Do And Sunday Secrets:

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A teenager is a person who can't remember to walk the dog but never forgets a phone number. A weight watcher who goes on a diet by giving up candy before breakfast, A youngster who receives her allowance on Monday and spends it on Tuesday and borrows her best friend's allowance on Wednesday. Someone who can hear her favorite singer three blocks away, but not her mom in the next room. A whiz that can operate the latest computer without a lesson, but can't make a bed, A student who spends twelve minutes studying for history, but twelve hours studying for her driver's license. An enthusiast who has the energy to bike four miles but is too tired to do the dishes, A young woman who loves the cat and tolerates the little brother. A teenager is a romantic who never falls in love for more than a week, a budding beauty who never smiles until her braces come off. A boy who can sleep 'til noon on any Saturday when he expects the lawn needs mowing, and an original thinker who is positive that their parents where never teenagers.

September 10th: World Suicide Prevention Day

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What comes to mind when you hear the words "Suicide Prevention"?

Is it really possible to prevent suicide?

We know it isn't simple. We know it isn't easy. But we do believe in hope and we do believe in help, and we believe that people need other people. And if those ideas are real and true, then we believe that it is possible to prevent suicide.

And we don't think it's a work only for the experts. We believe there's a part for all of us to play, that perhaps suicide prevention begins in countless simple miracles every single day. Perhaps it starts with two friends sitting down for coffee... And one of them asks "How are you doing". Perhaps it starts when

we choose to live less alone, when we choose to let people in - to know us, to love us, to walk alongside us. Call it "community" or call it the way things are supposed to be. We're willing to say that suicide prevention starts there - it starts when we're willing to talk, willing to ask the hard question, willing to say the honest thing. Maybe the bravest move we'll ever make it to ask for help. Or ask how we can help someone we love.

Maybe it starts when we push back at the stereotype and the lies that fuel the stigma that says pain is something we're not allowed to talk about, or that pain is for people a certain age who dress a certain way and like a certain song. Those are lies. The truth is that pain is part of being human. The questions will continue to come. We all get stuck in moments. The good news is that there is also hope and love and change. The good news is that we were meant for friends. The good news is counseling and treatment. The

good news is that we don't have to go alone.

"Suicide Prevention."
What's your part to play? We're all invited. Smile at someone, know someone, say something, ask the question, make the call, take the drive. Every life is priceless and fragile. We get to guard and fight and care, for the people around us. There are plenty of things to fight about and for over the course of our lives - let's remember that people are the most important thing, the brightest surprises on the planet. Let's remember that every single person has a story entirely unique and incredibly important, but not everyone can see it. And what a privilege that we get to do our best to remind and invite people, to believe better things, to believe that it's possible to change, to believe that life is worth living... We're not saying that it's easy. But we're saying that it's worth it.

Love is the movement. Thank you for caring.
-Jamie Tworkowski (From To Write Love On Her Arms)

*Click Here For More Information On World Suicide Prevention Day

*For more info and statistics on suicide from the World Health Organization, click here.

In Loving Memory Of Theadore Mack

You Are Missed. <3

Things That Make Me Go (:

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*This Idea was originally taken from Raychel Celeste over at Favorite Mistakes, Check Her Out.

The Top Then Things That Bring the Biggest Smile on My Face:

10.) Text Messages from RNE People, Simply Saying “I Miss You.”

9.) GOOD Indie Music.

8.) Southern Hospitality.

7.) My Kitten Cuddling With Me Every Morning When I Wake Up.

6.) Fall Weather.

5.) Tan lines, After the Worst Sunburn Ever.

4.) A Little Good News, Even In Worst Times.

3.) Coffee at Starbucks in Five Points.

2.) Live Bands.

1.) Memories.

Dear You Know Who You Are;

2009-09-03T17:24:00.000-04:00

I've found that it's a good thing to go through heartache at one point or another in your lifetime. Not the petty, childhood heartache. But the horrible kind we've experienced. But see, when you get to the healing part of this, you will have so much love to share with someone. You will be able to appreciate someone in ways even you cannot understand. You will be so much stronger than you were before. I know how much this sucks right now and I know it seems unfair, but when it's all said and done with, this will all make sense. All this pain you are going through at this moment will eventually teach you some of the greatest lessons in life you will ever need to learn.

A Life Time Of Secrets:

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A.C Flora In A Nutt Shell;

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It has been two weeks since I propelled myself into a new school, new people, new rules, new expectations, new everything. (okay if you STILL don’t know by now I was recently forced to leave the best school ever to go to something…well less awesome.) There are certain “rumors” we will call them about Richland One schools, and I’m not going to lie, they are true for the most part. The first day was very awkward as to I didn’t know anymore, but I walked up to the first people I saw and said some simple words to them, “Ummm?!? Where am I suppose to go?” This couple was John and his girlfriend lacy, whom helped me around the school, tell me about the people there, which teachers to push buttons with, which to avoid, to NOT make eye contact with the cafeteria food (it’s been said to take souls) and all that good stuff. Getting back into a A day and B day schedule was difficult since I haven’t had one of those since 7^th grade, but for the most part I enjoy and love all my teachers, they are so snarky and sarcastic which is the environment I work best in. I have made some new friends, all of them very chill. One in particular is Kianna, who is a sophomore like myself, but she moved to South Carolina from Connecticut a couple months ago, so was brand new like me. She new just what I was going through/feeling and she quickly became my best friend. It’s been said all the cute guys go to Richland One, I believe this now. They guys are VERY bold though; I couldn’t tell you how many asked for my number or asked me out within two minutes of knowing me. Yes, I’m having fun with this. I’m not going to lie, I honestly miss RNE and if I could go back there, I would do it in a heart beat, but A.C Flora isn’t as bad as people made it out to be, in the end the people are amazingly awesome, and the classes/teachers are amazing as well (that was one run on sentence and I’m to lazy to fix it.) I’m sure I will have more to blog about once the school year goes on, But just to let ya’ll know so far so good.

The Scarlet Ibis By James Hurst

2009-08-22T18:19:00.004-04:00

Summer was dead, but autumn had not yet been born when the ibis came to the bleeding tree. It's strange that all this is so clear to me, now that time has had its way. But sometimes (like right now) I sit in the cool green parlor, and I remember Doodle. Doodle was about the craziest brother a boy ever had. Doodle was born when I was seven and was, from the start, a disappointment. He seemed all head, with a tiny body that was red and shriveled like an old man's. Everybody thought he was going to die. Daddy had the carpenter build a little coffin, and when he was three months old, Mama and Daddy named him William Armstrong. Such a name sounds good only on a tombstone. When he crawled on the rug, he crawled backward, as if he were in reverse and couldn't change gears. This made him look like a doodlebug, so I began calling him 'Doodle.' Renaming my brother was probably the kindest thing I ever did for him, because nobody expects much from someone called Doodle. Daddy built him a cart and I had to pull him around. If I so much as picked up my hat, he'd start crying to go with me; and Mama would call from wherever she was, "Take Doodle with you." So I dragged him across the cotton field to share the beauty of Old Woman Swamp. I lifted him out and sat him down in the soft grass. He began to cry. "What's the matter?" "It's so pretty, Brother, so pretty." After that, Doodle and I often went down to Old Woman Swamp. There is inside me (and with sadness I have seen it in others) a knot of cruelty borne by the stream of love. And at times I was mean to Doodle. One time I showed him his casket, telling him how we all believed he would die. When I made him touch the casket, he screamed. And even when we were outside in the bright sunshine he clung to me, crying, "Don't leave me, Brother! Don't leave me!" Doodle was five years old when I turned 13. I was embarrassed at having a brother of that age who couldn't walk, so I set out to teach him. We were down in Old Woman Swamp. "I'm going to teach you to walk, Doodle," I said. "Why?" "So I won't have to haul you around all the time." "I can't walk, Brother." "Who says so?" "Mama, the doctor–everybody.""Oh, you can walk." I took him by the arms and stood him up. He collapsed on to the grass like a half-empty flour sack. It was as if his little legs had no bones. "Don't hurt me, Brother." "Shut up. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to teach you to walk." I heaved him up again, and he collapsed. "I just can't do it." "Oh, yes, you can, Doodle. All you got to do is try. Now come on," and I hauled him up once more. It seemed so hopeless that it's a miracle I didn't give up. But all of us must have something to be proud of, and Doodle had become my something. Finally one day he stood alone for a few seconds. When he fell, I grabbed him in my arms and hugged him, our laughter ringing through the swamp like a bell. Now we knew it could be done. We decided not to tell anyone until he was actually walking. At breakfast on our chosen day I brought Doodle to the door in the cart. I helped Doodle up; and when he was standing alone, I let them look. There wasn't a sound as Doodle walked slowly across the room and sat down at the table. Then Mama began to cry and ran over to him, hugging him and kissing him. Daddy hugged him, too. Doodle told them it was I who had taught him to walk, so they wanted to hug me, and I began to cry. "What are you crying for?" asked Daddy, but I couldn't answer. They didn't know that I did it just for myself, that Doodle walked only because I was ashamed of having a crippled brother. Within a few months, Doodle had learned to walk well. Since I had succeeded in teaching Doodle to walk, I began to believe in my own infallibility. I decided to teach him to run, to row, to swim, to climb trees, and to fight. Now he, too, believed in me; so, we set a deadline when Doodle could start school. But Doodle couldn't keep up with the plan. Once, he collapsed on the ground and began to cry. "Aw, come on, Doodle. You can do it. Do you want to be different from everybody else when you start school?" "Does that make any difference?" "It certainly does. Now, come on." And so we came to those days when summer was dead but autumn had not yet been born. It was Saturday noon, just a few days before the start of school. Daddy, Mama, Doodle, and I were seated at the dining room table, having lunch. Suddenly from out in the yard came a strange croaking noise. Doodle stopped eating. "What's that?" He slipped out into the yard, and looked up into the bleeding tree. "It's a big red bird!" Mama and Daddy came out. On the topmost branch perched a bird the size of a chicken, with scarlet feathers and long legs. At that moment, the bird began to flutter. It tumbled down through the bleeding tree and landed at our feet with a thud. Its graceful neck jerked twice and then straightened out, and the bird was still. It lay on the earth like a broken vase of red flowers, and even death could not mar its beauty. "What is it?" Doodle asked. "It's a scarlet ibis," Daddy said. Sadly, we all looked at the bird. How many miles had it traveled to die like this, in our yard, beneath the bleeding tree? Doodle knelt beside the ibis. "I'm going to bury him." As soon as I had finished eating, Doodle and I hurried off to Horsehead Landing. It was time for a swimming lesson, but Doodle said he was too tired. When we reached Horsehead landing, lightning was flashing across half the sky, and thunder was drowning out the sound of the sea. Doodle was both tired and frightened. He slipped on the mud and fell. I helped him up, and he smiled at me ashamedly. He had failed and we both knew it. He would never be like the other boys at school. We started home, trying to beat the storm. The lightning was near now. The faster I walked, the faster he walked, so I began to run. The rain came, roaring through the pines. And then, like a bursting Roman candle, a gum tree ahead of us was shattered by a bolt of lightning. When the deafening thunder had died, I heard Doodle cry out, "Brother, Brother, don't leave me! Don't leave me!" The knowledge that our plans had come to nothing was bitter, and that streak of cruelty within me awakened. I ran as fast as I could, leaving him far behind with a wall of rain dividing us. Soon I could hear his voice no more. I stopped and waited for Doodle. The sound of rain was everywhere, but the wind had died and it fell straight down like ropes hanging from the sky. I peered through the downpour, but no one came. Finally I went back and found him huddled beneath a red nightshade bush beside the road. He was sitting on the ground, his face buried in his arms, which were resting on drawn-up knees. "Let's go, Doodle." He didn't answer so I gently lifted his head. He toppled backward onto the earth. He had been bleeding from the mouth, and his neck and the front of his shirt were stained a brilliant red. "Doodle, Doodle." There was no answer but the ropy rain. I began to weep, and the tear-blurred vision in red before me looked very familiar. "Doodle!" I screamed above the pounding storm and threw my body to the earth above his. For a long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying, sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis

Bites Of Wisdom:

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One: Love is grand; divorce is a hundred grand.

Two: I am in shape. Round is a shape.

Three: Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.

Four: Never be afraid to try something new. Remember, amateurs built the ark, professionals built the Titanic.

Five: Five: Conscience is what hurts when everything else feels so good.

Six: Talk is cheap because supply exceeds demand.

Seven: Even if you are on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.

Eight: Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They should both be changed regularly and for the same reason.

Nine: An optimist thinks that this is the best possible world. A pessimist fears that this is true.

Ten: There will always be death and taxes; however, death doesn't get worse every year.

Eleven: In just two days, tomorrow will be yesterday.

Twelve: I am a nutritional overachiever.

Thirteen: I am having an out of money experience.

Fourteen: I plan on living forever. So far, so good.

Fifteen: A day without sunshine is like night.

Sixteen: If marriage were outlawed, only outlaws would have in-laws.

Seventeen: It's frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.

Guest Post: Stacey Rippy "I'm going to Haiti." someone replies "You're going to Hades?...Why?"...

2009-08-17T20:33:00.016-04:00

(this is a pic of one of the walls in a Voodoo witch doctor's house that some toured while in Haiti)

Most Haitians practice a combination of Catholicism and Voodoo

It has been said that Haiti was dedicated to satan in 1791 and rededicated in 1991 to the same.

Regardless it was my observance that God still owns it...

He owns everything and satan will meet his sure end.

I've never been asked to guest blog before, this is a first for me and I want to first thank Shannon for inviting me.....Thanks Shannon! Ok...this is what I experienced in Haiti...

I am not what I would consider a very daring, adventurous person. I'm not usually a risk taker either. I like to keep my life within arms reach and not get too far outside of my own comfort level when it comes to my adventurous side. So, this trip for me was a new experience for sure. When I found out there was an opportunity for me to go on a mission trip through my church, my initial reaction was, sign me up. Then I thought about it. I quickly changed my own mind and decided I would stay in the good ole USA and pray for the ones who were going. I felt completely at peace with my decision.

A few weeks later,while dining with some ladies from several churches in North and South Carolina at the Pastor's Wives and Women Minister's retreat, God told me I had to go. Now let me tell you I was not happy about this AT ALL and He said "write a check for your deposit to hold your spot". I wish I could say I'm one of those obedient children who jump when their father speaks. On the contrary I like to argue my case and so I did...at the dinner table. He won the arguement and I, with shaking hands, wrote out my check for $100.00 to secure my spot along with the 36 other people who ended up going to Haiti with me.

Needless to saw I made it out alive and lived to tell about my experience there. It was more traumatic for me than it had to be. I along with others who were going took precautionary measures to prevent Malaria by taking medications.The medication I happened to have prescribed to me was Mefloquin. My Pastor's wife started it a week before I did and had a very bad reaction from it and had to switch medications. I should have switched but didn't and the side effect I experienced from it was Paranoid Schizophrenia. It was listed as one of the many abnormal side effects this drug is known for. I didn't realize until the end of my trip that I was experiencing symptoms from the drug reaction. Instead I lived a delusion for the last half of my time in Haiti and thought I would never make it out of there alive. I even wondered why God would send me there to be hacked to death by a machete....or stabbed in the back of the neck by some voodoo practicing Haitian who didn't want me there.

My Delusions started the first night I was there. When it was time for bed I found myself scared to go to sleep. Every time I would close my eyes I would see distorted and scary Haitian faces flash before my eyes and I would immediately open them back up. I think the first two nights I slept a total of 2 hours tops. During the day I was fine and did everything I needed to as far a service goes to be an effective missionary on my trip. Nights were scary in Haiti. The second night we were there we took a walk (on the compound grounds that was fenced in) and during the middle of the adventure, the Missionary that lives there pointed out to us that all along the path we were walking on were giant tarantula holes with tarantulas either in them or close by. I saw 4 that night. I hate spiders....especially big blackish grey furry ones that could cover my entire face! The guy told us it's best to sleep with the beds away from the walls (this did not help me sleep I tell ya!).

Several Haitians worked on the compound where we were staying. Some were in charge of driving the vehicles, others were in charge of security, still others were translators/teachers and all of them worked together doing things around the compound to keep things going the way they needed to. I was convinced by the end of the week that three of the translators were planning to take over the compound and kill us all. Then I found out that Amber the resident missionary's wife (they are both missionaries) had a death in her family and so they had to fly out unexpectedly for the funneral a day before we were scheduled to leave. I felt sure that this would be the perfect opportunity for the Haitian take over and one night as I was going up to the main house I saw one of the Haitians sharpening his machete and it invoked an anxiety attack.

Our last night there we had dinner at a resort and had to ride back to the compound after dark. A lot of the Haitians are afraid of the dark and with good reason. It's a scary place. Traveling in the daytime is scary enough in Haiti. There are no traffic laws and when you have 6 people in the back of a pick up truck driving at speeds unknown but fast, playing chicken with oncoming vehicles of every size to see who owns the road, it terrifies you. Doing that at night with machete holding Haitians walking the streets makes you put your head between your legs and say with eyes squitched shut "there's no place like home" over and over again with tears streaming down your face. Then you realize with your head in that position your neck is an open target for a knife in the back. (Can someone say paranoia?) When we got to the village that night we were riding through and people were shouting things at us in Creole that we couldn't understand and they were hitting the sides of the trucks. The interpreter that rode with us at one point while we were slowing down in an area to keep from hitting people in the road was screaming at the driver "Don't Stop! Keep Going!" I was never so happy to hear the sound of the iron gate shut behind us and lock as we entered the compound that night.

I know this is probably not the perspective of a mission trip that most would expect to hear. I'm just being real about some of what I experienced while I was there. I decided once I got home to quit taking the Malaria preventative and just pray that the one mosquito that bit me in Haiti wasn't infected with the parasite that causes Malaria.

Other than my state of mind in Haiti I got a lot out of the trip. I blogged daily of the things I experienced beyond my delusions at staceyrippy.blogspot.com if you're interrested. Thanks for letting me share...and if you plan to go on a mission trip where your are required to take Malaria medication, opt for the ones with less mind altering effects like Chloroquine or Doxycycline.

Now that my head is clearing up, I do not think the interpreters were planning a take over. They were all very nice guys and I hate that my fears kept me away from them more than near them. God Bless them all at Childrens Lifeline International in La Digue,Haiti! I will especially miss my friend Renel who in my last few minutes on the compound presented me with a small picture of himself with his hand over his heart. He wrote his name on the back of it and though I didn't understand him because of translation, He was telling me not to forget him and his music will forever play in my mind.

Sunday Secrets

2009-08-16T00:31:00.003-04:00

2009-08-13T22:16:00.002-04:00

It's not just here that we need to believe, not just in this city. Because everyone's tested, everywhere.

How much pressure can we handle before we crack? What will it take to piece us back together? Because whether You sent us angels or not, the only real hope we have is each other.

We get lost, we're afraid...and You know what it's like for the lost and the frightened. They lose faith in You, in themselves, in each other.

So maybe You've sent us those angels, or maybe...maybe You just need us to believe in them. But for me, I need You.

This time my faith, my belief, even in the angels You might've sent my way...they're not enough. They're not enough, not this time.

Please, please help me. Don't let this happen again.

(The Cleaner)

*Original Post: Favorite Mistakes

2009-08-13T17:09:00.000-04:00

I Shouldn't Hate This School Already!

2009-08-10T18:59:00.000-04:00

So today we went to register myself into A.C. Flora high school. The way they run their school so far, is making me feel disorganized, and frustrated. The women who was doing our registration not only was about to get on my last nerves, and from the look of the other parents faces that where in there with us, it already looked like she crossed that line. Richland two will always be the better school district, and Richland Northeast will ALWAYS be my favorite school. Anyway, the air-headed women who even admitted she didn’t know what she was doing, after thirty minutes of us saying the same freaking thing to her and her being to incompetent to comprehend anything that came from my/my mom’s mouth, she finally gave me a map of the school. The way the school is laid out I just have a feeling like I’m gonna be spending most of my time looking for my classes then actually being in them. Unlike Richland two, Richland one doesn’t give you schedules, on the first day of school at A.C. Flora, there will be papers posted up at the front of the school with EVERYONE’S names on it and a class room, from there you go find your class room and eventually you will get your class schedule. Maybe it’s just me, but that is the most unorganized way to give a bunch of teenagers who will be wondering around campus looking like idiots, there class schedules, like is it really that hard to give everyone a print out early so we can at least know where we are going and what classes we have? Also, there is NO LATE START, I hope these people are prepared to see my pissy side, because late start was the day for me to regain some of the sleep that I didn’t have that week. This is especially gonna suck if my sleeping disorder starts back up again, which I know it will because it happens every time I’m stressed out. So getting five hours of sleep a week, is not gonna be working for me. School starts at 8:00 and ends at 3:15. And they have those stupid A Days, And B Days, which is what I’m sure a lot of people had to deal with in middle school, which also are stupid and a waste of my flipping time! Anyway, that is all….for now.

P.S. School Starts Monday The 17^th. Wa!

Just A Thought:

2009-08-07T17:57:00.002-04:00

Today I saw two soldiers praying while I was out and about. This is something you don’t see very often. Why is it that in a country where we are free to worship whatever we choose, we rarely do it? People in foreign countries would kill for freedom like this, and yet we throw it away like it’s nothing? Why are people afraid to let others know about God, but they are quick to give someone a piece of their mind? Are our lives so busy that we can’t take two seconds to sit down and think/pray to God, but we can take those two seconds to answer that text from your crush? I myself am guilty of this too, but it made me think if soldiers can take time out of defending our country to pray, even if it was a short, heartfelt one, why can’t we take time to do the same and take advantage of those freedoms we are given, just a thought.

2009-08-06T15:43:00.001-04:00

It's those moments when you drive around in a car full of friends around a town too small for you. Where you gasp for breath between each laugh. It's those moments where you get high off just breathing in so deep, you feel your lungs getting cold. For a second, that split second, you don't care. You don't care about school, about parents, about money, about rules, or broken hearts. Who you care about are the kids sitting next to you. Cause it's all we really need isn't it? Those kids next to you. Yeah, the ones who make you feel invincible, even at your weakest points.

Miserable At Best Lyrics By Mayday Parade:

2009-08-05T02:53:00.004-04:00

Katie, don't cry, I know
You're trying your hardest
And the hardest part is letting go
The nights we shared
Ocala is calling and you know it's haunting
But compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright
And when we look to the sky, it's not mine, but I want it so

Let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
(I know he's there and)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(While across the room he stares)
I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask my girl to dance, she'll say yes

Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best

You're all that I hoped to find
In every single way
And everything I would give
Is everything you couldn't take
Cause nothing feels like home, you're a thousand miles away
And the hardest part of living
Is just taking breaths to stay

Cause I know I'm good for something
I just haven't found it yet
And I need it

So, let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
(I know he's there and)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(While across the room he stares)
I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask my girl to dance, she'll say yes

Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best

Ladada ladada ladadaoh ohhh

And this will be the first time in a week
That I'll talk to you
And I can't speak
It's been three whole days since I've had sleep
Cause I dream of his lips on your cheek
And I got the point that I should leave you alone
But we both know that I'm not that strong
And I miss the lips that made me fly

So, let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
(I know he's there and)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(While across the room he stares)
I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask my girl to dance, she'll say yes

Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable
And I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable
And I can live without you but
Oh, without you I'll be miserable at best.

2009-07-23T16:58:00.001-04:00

2009-07-17T23:00:00.001-04:00

"You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself." -Breakfast At Tiffany's

Cell Phone Situation:

2009-07-13T20:40:00.001-04:00

So today after plenty of research on the phone I wanted and plans for phones and all this phone talk, blah, I finally asked my mom if she would get me a cell phone this summer. At first I was a tad nerves because I thought the moment I even said the world cell she would automatically tell me no, and go on about God knows what for the next ten minutes about nothing that had to do with cell phones at all. But when I told her if she would think about getting me a cell phone this summer, she agreed that I did need a cell phone and that it would be a good thing to get one. So I showed her phones I had been looking at on T-mobile (the service she carries) and they have blackberries on the site for discounts at 74.99 and 149.99 for the blackberry curve 8900 and blackberry curve- Titanium. Just incase you don’t know the only difference between the two is memory and that’s it. I have 70 dollars on me were I could by the titanium blackberry, even though I would like the 8900 but it’s alright. If my mom did get my the titanium blackberry the monthly bill for it will be 94.98 for the plan I want to get put on and the blackberry service plan for unlimited text and web. She told me that because she is already paying a 80 something bill for her phone now that she isn’t going to be able to pay the full amount for her and my cell phone. And basically that I need to find someone else that will pay the other half of the bill, so for right now I’m asking our family friend and old roommate Jeff if he will help out (if they split the bill they both will be only paying 47 dollars a month basicly) Since before my cell phone got stolen he was the one paying for my cell phone, and I told him I would give him the money back that he at originally gave me for the beach, since I doubt that will be happing anytime soon and told him basically what I wanted in a phone which is a reasonable amount of anytime minutes and unlimited web and text access and I showed him the two blackberry I was looking at. So hopefully he will email me back and we will see what we can do, and hopefully in the next couple of weeks he will be able to get me a cell phone. Let’s hope for the best, yes? (:

2009-07-12T20:30:00.000-04:00

Good Advice From A Good Friend:

2009-07-10T12:44:00.003-04:00

"You Know I Hate Losing Friends Or Going Far Away From Them. The Word Bye, I Just Hate That Word So Much And I Feel Bad Whenever I Say The Word. It's Like Telling That Person I'm Never Going To See You Again. But I Guess Thats The Way Life Is Sometimes. Something Is Going To Happen Or Someone Is Going To Leave. It's Just Gonna Happen All The Time And You Just Have To Get Use To It....Who Knows What Is Going To Happen In The Future? When Someone That You Love Says Bye To You, Never Say It Back To Them. I've Experienced It Shannon, I know What Its Like. It Will Feel Like Your Losing One Of The Most Valuable Thing In Your Life, And Its The Most Difficult Thing To Replace." -Aden Mabruk (june 5th, 2009)

The School District.

2009-07-06T00:04:00.000-04:00

So on the forth of July I found out I will not be going to my high school of choice Richland Northeast next year because of where my house is located. We were asked in the middle of July to send in a letter to the school board asking permission to go to RNE next year, and that they would send me my report card and my schedule for next year. Well that apparently isn’t happening, I will be going to AC Flora next year for my sophomore year. What I don’t understand is that the school board will let people who live thirty-forty five minutes away go to any school they want in a district two school zone, but they won’t let someone who lives ten-fifteen minutes away go to a school in Richland district two. For those of you that don’t know what I’m talking about, in South Carolina there is a law that was made by the school board that as long as you are in a certain school zone (for all my life it was been Richland District school zone 2) you can go to whatever school you want to IN that school zone, but if your not, they will make you go to whatever school zone you are in (which now for me in Richland district school zone 1). I have had great attendance this year, (unless I was sick) and I have NEVER had a problem with transportation to and from school, so I don’t see what the big deal is. I heard from one of my teachers that is has to do with taxes, well if the school board is so powerful enough to tell me which school I CAN AND CAN’T GO TO, then why aren’t they powerful enough to switch the taxes that we pay? It makes no since to me. The best excuse they could give us in the letter they sent back was that “she is not in her residential zoning area; also there is no Richland school district two policy that supports your request.” I’m going to need a better excuse then that. I just can’t seem the understand why we can’t go to a school we choose to if we can get to and from the school with no problem. But, I guess that’s how to system is. But I have thought over what I’m going to do if things didn’t work out the way I had hoped. I plan on going my sophomore year at AC flora and depending on how that year goes I will decide weather or not I want to do residential stay at Governor School for the Humanity and the Arts, and major in drama. I wanted to go to governor school during the summer but I didn’t because I knew it would get in the way of colorguard. Again for those who don’t know what governor school is, its basically like a college, you live at the school (which is near Greenville) for a regular school year, then come back during the summer, it’s a school for those who want to excel in arts and humanities, and I fall under that category. The also give away financial aid and scholarships for the governor and for some college, I would recommend it for any high school student. Residential stay is only for juniors and seniors, but the summer classes are for rising 9^th graders and so on through 12^th, and instead of staying during the school year, you stay during a little bit of the summer. If you want to know more go to http://www.scgsah.org/ . But anyway I guess that’s really all I have to say about my plan and what happened over the last couple of days for those of you who didn’t understand and wanted to know.

The Story Behind One Of My Favorite Organization:

2009-06-26T22:24:00.002-04:00

TO WRITE LOVE ON HER ARMS.

by jamie tworkowski

Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Music is a safe place and Pedro is her favorite. It hits me that she won't see this skyline for several weeks, and we will be without her. I lean forward, knowing this will be written, and I ask what she'd say if her story had an audience. She smiles. "Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars."

I would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness. These words, like most words, will be written next to midnight, between hurricane and harbor, as both claim to save her.

Renee is 19. When I meet her, cocaine is fresh in her system. She hasn't slept in 36 hours and she won't for another 24. It is a familiar blur of coke, pot, pills and alcohol. She has agreed to meet us, to listen and to let us pray. We ask Renee to come with us, to leave this broken night. She says she'll go to rehab tomorrow, but she isn't ready now. It is too great a change. We pray and say goodbye and it is hard to leave without her.

She has known such great pain; haunted dreams as a child, the near-constant presence of evil ever since. She has felt the touch of awful naked men, battled depression and addiction, and attempted suicide. Her arms remember razor blades, fifty scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds. Six hours after I meet her, she is feeling trapped, two groups of "friends" offering opposite ideas. Everyone is asleep. The sun is rising. She drinks long from a bottle of liquor, takes a razor blade from the table and locks herself in the bathroom. She cuts herself, using the blade to write "FUCK UP" large across her left forearm.

The nurse at the treatment center finds the wound several hours later. The center has no detox, names her too great a risk, and does not accept her. For the next five days, she is ours to love. We become her hospital and the possibility of healing fills our living room with life. It is unspoken and there are only a few of us, but we will be her church, the body of Christ coming alive to meet her needs, to write love on her arms.

She is full of contrast, more alive and closer to death than anyone I've known, like a Johnny Cash song or some theatre star. She owns attitude and humor beyond her 19 years, and when she tells me her story, she is humble and quiet and kind, shaped by the pain of a hundred lifetimes. I sit privileged but breaking as she shares. Her life has been so dark yet there is some soft hope in her words, and on consecutive evenings, I watch the prettiest girls in the room tell her that she's beautiful. I think it's God reminding her.

I've never walked this road, but I decide that if we're going to run a five-day rehab, it is going to be the coolest in the country. It is going to be rock and roll. We start with the basics; lots of fun, too much Starbucks and way too many cigarettes.

Thursday night she is in the balcony for Band Marino, Orlando's finest. They are indie-folk-fabulous, a movement disguised as a circus. She loves them and she smiles when I point out the A&R man from Atlantic Europe, in town from London just to catch this show.

She is in good seats when the Magic beat the Sonics the next night, screaming like a lifelong fan with every Dwight Howard dunk. On the way home, we stop for more coffee and books, Blue Like Jazz and (Anne Lamott's) Travelling Mercies.

On Saturday, the Taste of Chaos tour is in town and I'm not even sure we can get in, but doors do open and minutes after parking, we are on stage for Thrice, one of her favorite bands. She stands ten feet from the drummer, smiling constantly. It is a bright moment there in the music, as light and rain collide above the stage. It feels like healing. It is certainly hope.

Sunday night is church and many gather after the service to pray for Renee, this her last night before entering rehab. Some are strangers but all are friends tonight. The prayers move from broken to bold, all encouraging. We're talking to God but I think as much, we're talking to her, telling her she's loved, saying she does not go alone. One among us knows her best. Ryan sits in the corner strumming an acoustic guitar, singing songs she's inspired.

After church our house fills with friends, there for a few more moments before goodbye. Everyone has some gift for her, some note or hug or piece of encouragement. She pulls me aside and tells me she would like to give me something. I smile surprised, wondering what it could be. We walk through the crowded living room, to the garage and her stuff.

She hands me her last razor blade, tells me it is the one she used to cut her arm and her last lines of cocaine five nights before. She's had it with her ever since, shares that tonight will be the hardest night and she shouldn't have it. I hold it carefully, thank her and know instantly that this moment, this gift, will stay with me. It hits me to wonder if this great feeling is what Christ knows when we surrender our broken hearts, when we trade death for life.

As we arrive at the treatment center, she finishes: "The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope."

I have watched life come back to her, and it has been a privilege. When our time with her began, someone suggested shifts but that is the language of business. Love is something better. I have been challenged and changed, reminded that love is that simple answer to so many of our hardest questions. Don Miller says we're called to hold our hands against the wounds of a broken world, to stop the bleeding. I agree so greatly.

We often ask God to show up. We pray prayers of rescue. Perhaps God would ask us to be that rescue, to be His body, to move for things that matter. He is not invisible when we come alive. I might be simple but more and more, I believe God works in love, speaks in love, is revealed in our love. I have seen that this week and honestly, it has been simple: Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess, give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her something true when all she's known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true.

We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home.

I have learned so much in one week with one brave girl. She is alive now, in the patience and safety of rehab, covered in marks of madness but choosing to believe that God makes things new, that He meant hope and healing in the stars. She would ask you to remember.

Lukemia;

2009-06-20T14:25:00.001-04:00

I'm Back, For Good.

2009-06-15T01:16:00.001-04:00

Hey ya’ll, I have decided to stick to blogger. I did have a xanga account but I deleted it after I figured out it wasn’t what I’m looking for. I have also decided to change the name of my blog from “P.S. The Secret of the World is…” to “So Long Self”, with a subtitle of “It Has Been Fun but I Have Found Somebody Else.” I have always wanted to name my blog So Long Self, but instead choice “P.S. The Secret of the World is…” I got the name from a Christian band named MercyMe, from the song So Long Self. The band explains the song as a break up with yourself, yeah I know it sounds strange but, its about “getting over yourself” as I would like the say and moving on to better things. This is probably one of my all time favorite songs, and it means a lot to me in ways a lot of people wouldn’t be able to understand. I’ll post the lyrics at the end of this post. Hope you like the new page, enjoy. Also I have joined the blogged.com community and I think you should check it out, it’s a great way to get your blog out and noticed, and welcome to blogged.com who will be reviewing my blog the next couple of days. This is it for now, I’ll get back to ya’ll in a few.

So Long Self By Mercyme:

Well if I come across a little bit distant
It's just because I am
Things just seem to feel a little bit different
You understand
Believe it or not but life is not apparently
About me anyways
But I have met the One who really is worthy
So let me say

Chorus:
So long, self
Well, it's been fun, but I have found somebody else
So long, self
There's just no room for two
So you are gonna have to move
So long, self
Don't take this wrong but you are wrong for me, farewell
Oh well, goodbye, don't cry
So long, self

Stop right there because I know what you're thinking
But no we can't be friends
And even though I know your heart is breaking
This has to end
And come to think of it the blame for all of this
Simply falls on me
For wanting something more in life than all of this
Can't you see

Chorus

Don't feel so bad (don't feel so bad)
There'll be better days (there'll be better days)
Don't go away mad (but by all means)
Just go away, go away

Chorus

Farewell goodbye
Farewell goodbye
(repeat and fadeout)

"All Things Come To An End, Goodbye."

2009-06-03T20:05:00.003-04:00

Hey ya’ll, I’m sorry I haven’t blogged in a while but I thought I would stop by and tell everyone what has been going on. This is the last week up school and we only have two more half days left. This whole last month has been crazy cramming for exams and making sure I pass all of them, and so far I have, and today I took my global studies exams which I am a little nervous about but, hopefully all will end well. I have also been working really hard to make sure I can stay at Richland northeast next year. In South Carolina you can only go to a school district you live in. I technology live in a Richland district 1 schooling zone,

while Richland northeast is in Richland district 2 schooling zone. I want to stay at rne and finish out my last three years there, and hopefully the school board will allow me to stay, because I love it there, and that is the school for me. I am in two magnet programs, which I hope will help my chances of staying there, but I’m doing a lot of praying and hopefully all will turn out well.

On may 31, 2009 was a really rough day for any friends/fans of a friend of mine named Theodore Mack, or as most people knew him Shawty Mack. He committed suicide by a gun to the head, nobody expected it. Anybody could tell you that he was known at the MySpace Celebrity because of his music. His rap wasn’t like others, it wasn’t about drugs, sex, violence, money, girls, etc. it was about where he wanted to be, wanted to be remembered as, and where he came from, and his music affected a lot of people. He attended AC Flora high school, but his music branched out all across Columbia, South Carolina. I had only talked to him a few times about life, and music, but when I found out what happened I couldn’t help but cry and think that it didn’t have to end like it did. His funeral is in a few days, and sadly I can’t make it because of exams but his mother, little brother, and father are in my mind, and prays. Rest in Peace Theodore Teddy Mack [March 6. 1991- May 29, 2009], you are greatly loved, and missed, I will see you real soon hunny, watch over all of us. On a lighter note, I am going to try to blog as much as I can during the summer, but I am trying to find another blogging site, any suggestions please send me an email at ShannonVieau2012@hotmail.com or simply comment the blog, ha-ha. I’m not sure if im going to keep doing the weekly post secret or playlist, I might get rid of one, and I don’t know about the monthly random list either. I will get back to ya’ll on that soon, I promise. I do have some summer goals I plan to accomplish, and here they are. Please hold them to me. (:

1.) Go through all my files on the computer, and clean all of them up completely.

2.) Completely clean my rooms, go through everything, and donate/sell things I don’t need anymore. Reorganize my room.

3.) Get a job.

4.) Get my permit.

5.) Stay active.

Those are about it, If I think about anything more I will tell ya’ll.

-Shannon

I Honestly Hope;

2009-05-15T21:46:00.006-04:00

I hope that someday, you find an amazing girl.

The kind of girl who means everything to you

& makes you want to spend every moment of your time with her.

The kind of girl who keeps you up at night,

just thinking about her beautiful smile,

& when you finally fall asleep, she`s all you dream about.

I hope she`s the first thing to cross your mind

when you wake up in the morning.

I hope she changes you in a way you could never understand,

yet you know it`s for the better.

I hope she`s the kind of girl you would die for.

The kind of girl who could make you cry,

even though you`d never admit it.

The kind of girl who makes you want to go out

& do something special, something that means everything to the both of you.

The kind of girl you can have silly fights with,

then kiss & make up & hold her in your arms

like you`re falling in love all over again.

I hope you make memories with her you never forget.

I hope she`s your world,

& what you have with her is nothing less than perfection.

& I hope that one day, you lose her.

I hope you mess up & as hard as you try

to keep her there with you, she slips through the cracks of your broken heart.

I hope it destroys you,

because you realize you`ve lost the person you once called your everything.

I hope you see every moment you spent together

spin away down the drain like it was waiting to happen.

I hope you stay up at night because she`s on your mind

& when you fall asleep, she haunts your dreams.

I hope her beautiful smile stays pressed in your mind

like a scar that won`t fade away.

I hope you realize that you`re a new person because of her,

I hope your new self feels incomplete without her

& you miss the old you.

The one that was okay with being alone,

because you`d rather be the heartbreaker than the heartbroken

2009-05-15T21:27:00.001-04:00

To some this week up in one word I would say; hectic. As we get down to the last three weeks of school, it gets down to the wire, also known as, exams, studying, exams, studying, exams, and oh yeah did I say studying? Finally exams for all my classes are coming up soon and it’s the nervous anxious feeling you get when your cramming till five o’clock in the morning to study over every single paper that has been given that semester/year and thinking to yourself “when the flark did we learn how to simplify those kinds of problems?” “What the crap does schism mean? Let alone how to you say it?” and “was I asleep during this part of class?” it’s frustrating, and its an overwhelming feeling waiting for those test results to come back that you passed and earned that one credit in addition to the other five credits you need for your freshmen year (those including Algebra and English.) In the end, it all comes down to the fact that in less then three weeks, my freshmen year will be over. I will be moving on, and becoming a sophomore, it’s hard to believe, the year went by so fast it’s not even funny. Some moments went in fast past, and others in slow moments, some I wish I could forget completely, some I want to relive my whole life. I did things I never said I was going to do, and ended up having the time of my life, and growing up. I met awesome people at Richland Northeast, found a family when I needed it most, found people that would allow me to be moody and still love me in the end, support me in every decision, and take my hand and lead me to the right place. At the end of the year, a lot of my good friends will be leaving, weather they are seniors or moving away, it will be hard for them to leave me, because none of my years at RNE will ever measure up to what this one did, because of them. This year has been a rollercoaster ride, I’ve faced heartache, failure, success, and happiness, and honestly, I loved every minute of it. Anyway, we had our practice exam for algebra on Thursday and Friday, and I think I can say I passed I was on a roll, ha-ha. I went to exam tutoring on Wednesday for the real exam and got some good review time in. A guest speaker came in today (Friday) for AVID, she was a nurse, who graduated from RNE, and played basketball at USC (university of South Carolina), and she later attended a Midlands tech, her speech was amazing and changed a lot of my thoughts, and she actually helped me a lot with a future job career. Next week colorguard season is starting back up and I am so beyond excited, ill get back to ya’ll on that. (:

Happy Mothers Day! (Favorite Post Secrets&Playlist List Eighteen Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-05-10T12:30:00.005-04:00

Happy Mothers Day To All You Mammas Out There, Wether You Had A Child, A New Mother, An Expecting Mother, A Doggie Mother, A Cat Mother, A Mother To A Kid Down The Street Etc, Etc, You Still Count, So Happy Mothers Day, Hope Its Great!(:

This Weeks Playlist will be the Soundtrack to the Hannah Montana Moive, I recently went to see

this moive with one of my good friends Raychel, and I couldn't tell you a thing about Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus except I knew she lived two double lives, but the movie was heat touching, and even made me a little bit teary eyed, I recomended it for anyone, no matter the age. (:

1.) You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home By Hannah Montana

2.) Let's Get Crazy By Hannah Montana

3.) The Good Life By Hannah Montana

4.) Everything I Want By Steve Rushton

5.) Don't Walk Away By Miley Cyrus

6.) Howdown Throwdown By Miley Cyrus

7.) Dream By Miley Cyrus

8.) The Climb By Miley Cyrus

9.) Butterfly Fly Away By Miley Cyrus And Billy Ray Cyrus

10.) Backwords [Acoustic] By Rascal Flatts

11.) Back To Tennessee By Billy Ray Cyrus

12.) Crazier By Taylor Swift

13.) Bless The Broken Road [Acoustic] By Rascal Flatts

14.) Let's Do This By Hannah Montana

15.) Spotlight By Hannah Montana

16.) Game Over Steve Rushton

17.) What's Not To Like By Hannah Montana

18.) The Best Of Both Worlds: 2009 Movie Mix By Hannah Montana

Favorite Post Secrets: (List Seventeen Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-05-08T21:22:00.003-04:00

*Sorry I Couldn't Post This Sunday, I've Been Studying For My EOCT And Exams Alot Lately.

Woops!

2009-05-02T19:07:00.003-04:00

I am so sorry blogger world that I have forsaken you for so long. I know it saddens me to. I know I have missed like two post secrets and playlist, and to be quite honest, no I will not be making them up, but they will be up this week, as a matter of fact I will be posting the playlist after this blog entry. A lot has been going on since I last posted about my life, I recently got my interim grade and found that I'm not to happy with it, so lately I have been buckling down to get the best grade I know possible for algebra and global studies. I studied all night on Thursday night for both my global studies test and algebra test, and the test were pretty easy and I am hoping to see a great grade on both of them. I have been preparing for colorguard season that is set to rest in a couple of weeks and I actually can't be happier, I've missed colorguard, and best of all it counts as an late bird and will give me extra credits for this school year, even though I'm not really looking forward to band camp because I just planned on sleeping the whole summer, but I'm sure I will get over it. My home life hasn't been going so good but I will just have to deal with it, and you know those times where nobody and I mean nobody will leave you alone, well thats my home life, and its getting annoying. But other then that I guess I can say life has been going pretty good.

Playlist Seveteen Out Of Fifty Two:

Asher Roths CD Asleep In The Bread Asile

1.) Lark On My Go-Kart

2.) Blunt Cruisin'

3.) I Love College

4.) La Di Da

5.) She Don't Wanna Man

6.) Sour Patch Kids

7.) His Dream

8.) Fallin'

9.) Be By Myself

10.) As I Am

11.) Bad Day

12.) Lion's Roar

I've Been In A Deap State Of Thought On This Subject:

2009-04-20T20:50:00.002-04:00

I have been thinking a lot about High School, and how it defines you. How mistakes can sometimes last a life time, or will be forgotten the next week. I have seen so many of my friends make mistakes along with me. I have been thinking a lot since most recently one of my friends made a mistake that will effort her for a lifetime, no matter the outcome. How scary it must have been to find out, and how scary it’s going to be. I have also been thinking, how much people depended on one another, through out their lives. What exactly makes a good friend, how can you be there for them through these high school mistakes, and make sure that they will be there in return when you need it. But, when we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is I guess you can say, a good friend.

-Xo Shannon Vieau

Across The Universe Soundtrack (List: Fifteen Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-04-18T19:02:00.002-04:00

Across The Unverise Soundtrack:

All My Loving Sung By: Jim Sturgess

I Wanna Hold Your Hand Sung By: T.V. Carpio Lyrics

It Won't Be Long Sung By: Evan Rachel Wood

I've Just Seen A Face Sung By: Jum Sturgess

Let It Be Sung By: Carol Woods, & Timothy T. Mitchum

Come Together Sung By: Joe Cocker & Martin Luther

Something Sung By: Jim Sturgess

I Am The Walrus Sung By: Bono

Oh, Darling Sung By: Dana Fuchs, & Martin Luther

Across The Universe Sung By: Jum Sturgess

Helter Skelter Sung By: Dana Fuchs

Strawberry Feilds Sung By: Jim Sturgess, & Joe Anderson

Happiness Is A Warm Gun Sung By: Joe Anderson

Blackbird Sung By: Evan Rachel Wood

Hey Jude Sung By: Joe Anderson

Lucy in The Sky With Diamonds Sung By: Bono

For The Benefit Of Mr. Kite Sung By: Eddie Izzard

Revolution Sung By: Jim Sturgess

Girl Sung By: Jim Sturgess

Hold Me Tight Sung By: Evan Rachel Wood

Dear Prudence Sung By: Danna Fuchs, Joe Anderson, Jim Sturgess, & Even Rachel Wood

All You Need Is Love Sung By: Jim Sturgess

With A Little Help From My Friends Sung By: Joe Anderson, & Jim Surgess

I Want You/She's So Heavy Sung By: Joe Anderson, Dana Fuchs & T.V. Carpio

Whilte My Guitar Gently Weeps Sung By: Martin Luter McCoy

If I Fell Sung By: Even Rachel Wood

Don't Let My Down Sung By: Dana Fuchs

Because Sung By: Evan Rachel Wood, Jim Sturgess, Joe Anderson, Dana Fuchs, & T.V. Carpio

Blue Jay Way By: The Secret machines

Why Don't We Do It In The Road Sung By: Dana Fuchs

Offical Across The Unverise Site

Aprils List: (List: Four Out Of Twelve)

2009-04-18T18:45:00.002-04:00

Top Ten Quotes To Live By:

One:

“We are not powerless specks of dust drifting around in the wind, blown by random destiny. We are, each of us, like beautiful snowflakes unique, and born for a specific reason and purpose.” - Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

Two:

“Life is like a taxi. The meter just keeps a-ticking whether you are getting somewhere or just standing still” –Unknown

Three:

“Nothing last forever so make the best of it before its gone.”

-Unknown

Four:

“Terrible things happen, yes. But sometimes, those terrible things: they save you.” –Unknown

Five:

“You know that feeling when you wake up in the morning and you’re excited for the day? That’s one of my main goals in life.” -Kirsten Dunst

Six:

“Challenges are what make life interesting; overcoming them is what makes life meaningful.” - Joshua J. Marine

Seven:

“We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.” -Joseph Campbell

Eight:

“The world breaks us all. Afterward, some are stronger at the broken places.” - Ernest Hemingway

Nine:

“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists... it is real... it is possible... it's yours.” -Ayn Rand

Ten:

“Life isn't supposed to be an all or nothing battle between misery and bliss. Life isn't supposed to be a battle at all. And when it comes to happiness, well, sometimes life is just okay, sometimes it's comfortable, sometimes wonderful, sometimes boring, sometimes unpleasant. When your day's not perfect, it's not a failure or a terrible less. It's just another day." -Barbara Sher

A Teenager Is:

2009-04-14T07:42:00.001-04:00

"A teenager is a person who can't remember to walk the dog but never forgets a phone number. A weight watcher who goes on a diet by giving up candy before breakfast. A youngster who receives her allowance on Monday and spends it on Tuesday and borrows her best friend's allowance on Wednesday. Someone who can hear her favorite singer three blocks away, but not her mom in the next room. A whiz who can operate the latest computer without a lesson, but can't make a bed. A student who spends twelves minutes studying for history, but twelve hours studying for her driver's license. An enthusiast who has the energy to bike four miles, but is too tired to do the dishes. A young woman who loves the cat and tolerates the little brother. A romantic who never falls in love for more than a week. A budding beauty who never smiles until her braces come off. A boy who can sleep 'til noon on any Saturday when he expects the lawn needs mowing. And an original thinker who is positive that her mother was never a teenager."

Favorite Post Secrets & The Secret Handshake Playlist (Fourteen Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-04-12T13:10:00.007-04:00

The Secret Handshake Playlist:

1.) Summer Of 98' By The Secret Handshake

2.) I Wish By The Secret Handshake

3.) Everyone Knows Everyone By The Secret Handshake

4.) Too Young By The Secret Handshake

5.) Wanted You By The Secret Handshake

2009-04-06T00:40:00.002-04:00

"There have always been ghosts in the machine. Random segments of code, that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols. Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will, creativity, and even the nature of what we might call the soul. Why is it that when some robots are left in darkness, they will seek out the light? Why is it that when robots are stored in an empty space, they will group together, rather than stand alone? How do we explain this behavior? Random segments of code? Or is it something more? When does a perceptual schematic become consciousness? When does a difference engine become the search for truth? When does a personality simulation become the bitter mote... of a soul?" -Dr. Alfred Lanning From I, Robot

Favorite Post Secrets: (List Thirteen Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-04-05T23:25:00.004-04:00

Summer Time Toons: (Playlist Thirteen Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-04-05T00:39:00.003-04:00

Songs That Remind Me Of Summer:

1.) I Wanna By All American Rejects

2.) Check Yes Juliet By We The Kings

3.) I'm Yours By Jason Mraz

4.) True By Ryan Cabrera

5.) All Summer Long By Kid Rock

6.) Nothing But A Good Time By Poison

7.) Soul Meets Body By Death Cab For Cutie

8.) Three Little Birds By Bob Marley

9.) Rooftops And Invitations By Dashboard Confessionals

10.) Shattered By O.A.R

It's Kind Of A Funny Story:

2009-04-01T20:41:00.004-04:00

It's Kind Of A Funny Story By Ned Vizzini

"It's terrific: funny, incisive, disarming."

-New York Time Magazine

"The Wise, Witty Narrator and sensitive handling of a hot topic should win over older teens-and their parents."

-People Magazine

I have been reading this book for over the past month, and recently just finished it. From the very beginning it caught my attention and dragged me in. An ambitious New York City teenager Craig Gilner is determined to succeed at life- which means getting into the right high school to get into the right college to get the right job. But once Craig acese his way into Manhattan's Executive Pre-Professional High School, the pressure becomes unbearable. He stops eating and sleeping until, one night, he nearly kills himself. Craig's suicidal episode gets him checked into a mental hospital, where his new neighbors include a transsexual sex addict, a girl who has scarred her own face with scissors, and the self elected President Armelio. There, craig is finally able to confront the sources of his anxiety.

Ned Vizzini, who himeself spent time in a psychiatric hospital, has created a remarkably moving tale about the sometimes unexpected road to happiness. I recommend this book for anyone who themselves went through a tough time, is a teenager and looking for a good book to read, or is ready for a good witty book which will keep them entertained from the moment they open the book till the moment they put it down.

Ned Vizzini began writing for the new york press at the age of fifteen. At nineteen, he had his first book, Teen Angst? Naah... published. ned is also the author of Be More Chill, the first young adult novel ever chosen as a Today show book club pick, as well as one of the entertainment weekly's top ten books for 2004. He lives in New York City.

*Ned Vissin Spent five days in adult psychiatric in Methodist Hospital, Park Slope Brooklyn. (From November 29, 2004-December 3, 2004) Ned wrote this book from December 10, 2004-January 6, 2005 and dedicated it to his mother.

- I have began reading his book Be More Chill, and will blog about it once I am Done. (;

Did You Know She Has Seven Laughs?

2009-03-31T18:00:00.000-04:00

one when something really makes her laugh.

one when she's making plans.

one when she is laughing out of politeness.

One when she is uncomfortable.

one when she is making fun of herself.

one when shes having fun with her friends.

and one when she is thinking about you.

Favorite Post Secrets: (Twelve Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-03-29T20:44:00.000-04:00

Rent Soundtrack (List Twelve Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-03-28T22:17:00.000-04:00

"What Binds The Fabric Together, When The Raging, Shifting Winds Of Change Keep Ripping Away." -Rent

1.) Seasons Of Love

2.) Rent

3.) You'll See

4.)One Song Glory

5.) Light My Candle

6.) Today 4 U

7.) Tango: Maureen

8.) Life Support

9.) Out Tonight

10.) Another Day

11.) Will I

12.) Santa Fe

13.) I'll Cover You

14.) Over The Moon

15.) La Vie Boheme

16.) I Should Tell You

17.) La Vie Boheme (Part B)

18.) Seasons Of Love (Part B)

19.) Take Me Or Leave Me

20.) Without You

21.) Without You

22.) I'll Cover You (reprise)

23.) Halloween

24.) Goodbye Love

25.) What You Own

26.) Finale A

27.) Your Eyes

28.) Finale B

29.) Love Heals

"Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out."

2009-03-28T00:21:00.000-04:00

This week has been hectic none the less. I am honestly sorry I have not blogged in a while, and I mean blogged about life and such. Lately things have pretty much been the same. I now have till next Wednesday (April 1) to bring all my grades up to a 77 or above or I will get kicked out of AVID. The good thing is is that I made a 78 on my replacement test, and my algebra teacher dropped the lowest test grade along with a few other things and brought my grade from a 71 to a 76, only one more percent and I will be in the clear. This isn't middle school anymore, and it's not going to be easy to get that one percent, but hopefully I passed that benchmark test, (and I mean hopefully I'm pulling some teeth when I say that because I don't know if I did good on that test at all.) If my grade drops I think I am going to cry and go into a deep depression and scream at the top of my lungs and cause a scene in the middle of class. My friend Alexis was in a car accident and has been gone for two weeks, something was wrong with her back and the car was totally totaled, She runs track, and hopefully she will be able to get back into that soon whenever her back completely heals. She came back today and seemed perfectly fine, smiling and everything I'm glad everything is okay and she isn't seriously hurt. Yes blogger world, I have a new boyfriend. He is an old soul and way wise for his seventeen years that he has been here. He is very ambitions and has dreams that any normal person would never be able to achieve. Music is his life and he just recently played a gig for an indie rock show, (awesome right?) He is my playlist soulmate. He is interesting, sweet, warmhearted, outgoing, and all together a nice guy. Even though I think my friends have made him cry with all the threats he has gotten from them, but hey gotta love your friends. We will see how this goes, and I will keep y'all updated. In gym we have started a new subject, so far we have done basketball (yuck), Street Hockey (disturbing), Track (Vomit), and now we are on the subject of volleyball (YAY!), I haven't played volleyball (which is my favorite sport and is a sport I use to play through out middle school) in a while so I do have a very bad cramp in my back and shoulder from upper hand serves. Other then that, nothing exciting has happened, So tell my bloggers, how was your weekend?

Favorite Post Secrets & Love Is A Story Playlist: (Eleven Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-03-23T17:43:00.000-04:00

Sorry that I didn't actually post the posts on saturday and sunday, I was busy and a friends of mines house all week doing random stuff but, anyway I recently come apon a new band called Love Is A Story, they dropped there first album in January 2009. They are still brand new, I havn't been able to find any picutres of this band, and the only place i can find their whole album is on itunes. Enjoy!

Favorite Post Secrets:

Love Is A Story:

Album: The Science Of Sound

1.) Pop! (Put Yourself Out)

2.) Pink And Red Hearts

3.) If We Get Out, Let's Make Out

4.)Questions For An Ex-Lover

5.) Another Life: a Short Story

6.) On The Ocean

7.) Dressed To Kill

8.) Take Control

9.) Hide And Seek

10.) The Science Of Sound

March's List (Three Out Of Twethlve)

2009-03-15T15:15:00.000-04:00

-These Are some Of The Stupidist Things Ever Said In A Court Of Law, And Yes People, These Are All Real.

Lawyer: "Was that the same nose you broke as a child?"
Witness: "I only have one, you know."

Lawyer: "Now, Mrs. Johnson, how was your first marriage terminated?"
Witness: "By death."
Lawyer: "And by whose death was it terminated?"

Accused, Defending His Own Case: "Did you get a good look at my face when I took your purse?" *The defendant was found guilty and sentenced to ten years in jail.

Lawyer: "What is your date of birth?"
Witness: "July 15th."
Lawyer: "What year?"
Witness: "Every year."

Lawyer: "Can you tell us what was stolen from your house?"
Witness: "There was a rifle that belonged to my father that was stolen from the hall closet."
Lawyer: "Can you identify the rifle?"
Witness: "Yes. There was something written on the side of it."
Lawyer: "And what did the writing say?"
Witness: "'Winchester'!"

Lawyer: "What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?"
Witness: "Gucci sweats and Reeboks."

Lawyer: "Can you describe what the person who attacked you looked like?"
Witness: "No. He was wearing a mask."
Lawyer: "What was he wearing under the mask?"
Witness: "Er...his face."

Lawyer: "This myasthenia gravis -- does it affect your memory at all?"
Witness: "Yes."
Lawyer: "And in what ways does it affect your memory?"
Witness: "I forget."
Lawyer: "You forget. Can you give us an example of something that you've forgotten?"

Lawyer: "How old is your son, the one living with you?"
Witness: "Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which."
Lawyer: "How long has he lived with you?"
Witness: "Forty-five years."

Lawyer: "What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke that morning?"
Witness: "He said, 'Where am I, Cathy?'"
Lawyer: "And why did that upset you?"
Witness: "My name is Susan."

Lawyer: "Sir, what is your IQ?"
Witness: "Well, I can see pretty well, I think."

Lawyer: "Did you blow your horn or anything?"
Witness: "After the accident?"
Lawyer: "Before the accident."
Witness: "Sure, I played for ten years. I even went to school for it."

Lawyer: "Trooper, when you stopped the defendant, were your red and blue lights flashing?"
Witness: "Yes."
Lawyer: "Did the defendant say anything when she got out of her car?"
Witness: "Yes, sir."
Lawyer: "What did she say?"
Witness: "'What disco am I at?'"

Lawyer: "Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?"
Witness: "No."
Lawyer: "Did you check for blood pressure?"
Witness: "No."
Lawyer: "Did you check for breathing?"
Witness: "No."
Lawyer: "So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?"
Witness: "No."
Lawyer: "How can you be so sure, Doctor?"
Witness: "Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar."
Lawyer: "But could the patient have still been alive nevertheless?"
Witness: "Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere."

Lawyer: "How far apart were the vehicles at the time of the collision?"

Lawyer: "And you check your radar unit frequently?"
Officer: "Yes, I do."
Lawyer: "And was your radar unit functioning correctly at the time you had the plaintiff on radar?"
Officer: "Yes, it was malfunctioning correctly."

Lawyer: "What happened then?"
Witness: "He told me, he says, 'I have to kill you because you can identify me.'"
Lawyer: "Did he kill you?"
Witness: "No."

Lawyer: "Now sir, I'm sure you are an intelligent and honest man--"
Witness: "Thank you. If I weren't under oath, I'd return the compliment."

Lawyer: "You were there until the time you left, is that true?"

Lawyer: "So you were gone until you returned?"

Lawyer: "The youngest son, the 20 year old, how old is he?"

Lawyer: "Were you alone or by yourself?"

Lawyer: "How long have you been a French Canadian?"

Witness: "He was about medium height and had a beard."
Lawyer: "Was this a male or a female?"

Lawyer: "Mr. Slatery, you went on a rather elaborate honeymoon, didn't you?"
Witness: "I went to Europe, sir."
Lawyer: "And you took your new wife?"

Lawyer: "I show you Exhibit 3 and ask you if you recognize that picture."
Witness: "That's me."
Lawyer: "Were you present when that picture was taken?"

Lawyer: "Were you present in court this morning when you were sworn in?"

Lawyer: "Do you know how far pregnant you are now?"
Witness: "I'll be three months on November 8."
Lawyer: "Apparently, then, the date of conception was August 8?"
Witness: "Yes."
Lawyer: "What were you doing at that time?"

Lawyer: "How many times have you committed suicide?"
Witness: "Four times."

Lawyer: "Do you have any children or anything of that kind?"

Lawyer: "She had three children, right?"
Witness: "Yes."
Lawyer: "How many were boys?"
Witness: "None."
Lawyer: "Were there girls?"

Lawyer: "You don't know what it was, and you didn't know what it looked like, but can you describe it?"

Lawyer: "You say that the stairs went down to the basement?"
Witness: "Yes."
Lawyer: "And these stairs, did they go up also?"

Lawyer: "Have you lived in this town all your life?"
Witness: "Not yet."

Lawyer: (realizing he was on the verge of asking a stupid question)

"Your Honor, I'd like to strike the next question."

Lawyer: "Do you recall approximately the time that you examined the body of Mr. Eddington at the Rose Chapel?"
Witness: "It was in the evening. The autopsy started about 8:30pm."
Lawyer: "And Mr. Eddington was dead at the time, is that correct?"

Lawyer: "What is your brother-in-law's name?"
Witness: "Borofkin."
Lawyer: "What's his first name?"
Witness: "I can't remember."
Lawyer: "He's been your brother-in-law for years, and you can't remember his first name?"
Witness: "No. I tell you, I'm too excited." (rising and pointing to his brother-in-law) "Nathan, for heaven's sake, tell them your first name!"

Lawyer: "Did you ever stay all night with this man in New York?"
Witness: "I refuse to answer that question.
Lawyer: "Did you ever stay all night with this man in Chicago?"
Witness: "I refuse to answer that question.
Lawyer: "Did you ever stay all night with this man in Miami?"
Witness: "No."

Lawyer: "Doctor, did you say he was shot in the woods?"
Witness: "No, I said he was shot in the lumbar region."

Lawyer: "What is your marital status?"
Witness: "Fair."

Lawyer: "Are you married?"
Witness: "No, I'm divorced."
Lawyer: "And what did your husband do before you divorced him?"
Witness: "A lot of things I didn't know about."

Lawyer: "And who is this person you are speaking of?"
Witness: "My ex-widow said it."

Lawyer: "How did you happen to go to Dr. Cherney?"
Witness: "Well, a gal down the road had had several of her children by Dr. Cherney and said he was really good."

Lawyer: "Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?"
Witness: "All my autopsies have been performed on dead people."

Lawyer: "Were you acquainted with the deceased?"
Witness: "Yes sir."
Lawyer: "Before or after he died?"

Lawyer: "Mrs. Jones, is your appearance this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?"
Witness: "No. This is how I dress when I go to work."

The Court: "Now, as we begin, I must ask you to banish all present information and prejudice from your minds, if you have any."

Lawyer: "Did he pick the dog up by the ears?"
Witness: "No."
Lawyer: "What was he doing with the dog's ears?"
Witness: "Picking them up in the air."
Lawyer: "Where was the dog at this time?"
Witness: "Attached to the ears."

Lawyer: "When he went, had you gone and had she, if she wanted to and were able, for the time being excluding all the restraints on her not to go, gone also, would he have brought you, meaning you and she, with him to the station?"
Other Lawyer: "Objection. That question should be taken out and shot."

Lawyer: "And lastly, Gary, all your responses must be oral. Ok? What school do you go to?"
Witness: "Oral."
Lawyer: "How old are you?"
Witness: "Oral."

Lawyer: "What is your relationship with the plaintiff?"
Witness: "She is my daughter."
Lawyer: "Was she your daughter on February 13, 1979?"

Lawyer: "Now, you have investigated other murders, have you not, where there was a victim?"

Lawyer: "Now, doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, in most cases he just passes quietly away and doesn't know anything about it until the next morning?"

Lawyer: "And what did he do then?"
Witness: "He came home, and next morning he was dead."
Lawyer: "So when he woke up the next morning he was dead?"

Lawyer: "Did you tell your lawyer that your husband had offered you indignities?"
Witness: "He didn't offer me nothing. He just said I could have the furniture."

Lawyer: "So, after the anesthesia, when you came out of it, what did you observe with respect to your scalp?"
Witness: "I didn't see my scalp the whole time I was in the hospital."
Lawyer: "It was covered?"
Witness: "Yes, bandaged."
Lawyer: "Then, later on...what did you see?"
Witness: "I had a skin graft. My whole buttocks and leg were removed and put on top of my head."

Lawyer: "Could you see him from where you were standing?"
Witness: "I could see his head."
Lawyer: "And where was his head?"
Witness: "Just above his shoulders."

Lawyer: "Do you drink when you're on duty?"
Witness: "I don't drink when I'm on duty, unless I come on duty drunk."

Lawyer: "Any suggestions as to what prevented this from being a murder trial instead of an attempted murder trial?"
Witness: "The victim lived."

Lawyer: "The truth of the matter is that you were not an unbiased, objective witness, isn't it? You too were shot in the fracas."
Witness: "No, sir. I was shot midway between the fracas and the naval."

Lawyer: "Officer, what led you to believe the defendant was under the influence?"
Witness: "Because he was argumentary, and he couldn't pronunciate his words."

Favorite Post Secrets: (Ten Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-03-15T14:40:00.000-04:00

So, I Heard A Joke Once:

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"I heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says Life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says "Treatment is simple. The Great Clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor... I am Pagliaci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll On snare drum. Curtains." -Watchmen

Crazy Ex-Girlfrend Playlist: (Ten Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-03-14T12:41:00.000-04:00

Miranda Lambert is a new artist, who's first album is titled: "Crazy Ex-Girlfriend." I have come to love all the songs on this album and am going to post the whole album for ya'll so please enjoy.

1.) Gunpowder & Lead

2.) Dry Town

3.) Famous In A Small Town

4.) Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

5.) Love Letters

6.) Desperation

7.) More Like Her

8.) Down

9.) Guilty In Here

10.) Getting Ready

11.) Easy From Now On

*Official Website Of Singer/Song Writer: Miranda Lamert

Imagine.

2009-03-07T13:09:00.000-05:00

"Imagine there's no Heaven, It's easy if you try. No hell below us, Above us only sky. Imagine all the people Living for today, Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do. Nothing to kill or die for And, no religion too. Imagine all the people Living life in peace, You may say that I'm a dreamer, But I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us And, the world will be as one. Imagine no possessions, I wonder if you can. No need for greed or hunger, A brotherhood of man. Imagine all the people Sharing all the world, You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, And the world will live as one."

Beatles Playlist: (Nine Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-03-07T11:57:00.000-05:00

I mean the beatles are just awesome, and here are some of my favorite songs:

1.) Starwberry Feilds Forever By The Beatles

2.) Yesterday By The Beatles

3.) I Wanna Hold Your Hand By The The Beatles

4.) With A Little Help From My Friends By The Beatles

5.) Hey Jude By The Beatles

This Week Has Been Auhmazing Kiddos:

2009-03-06T23:24:00.000-05:00

This week has been ten times better then the last two weeks. For those of you that know, for the last two weeks I have been fighting off a really bad cold. I have headaches every single day, I could barley breathe, my throat hurt like a mofo, and I had a horrible cough. I still do have a bad cough but at least it’s getting better which is good. I have actually been making great grades in all my classes, because literally for the past two weeks I have done absolutely nothing and that defiantly reflected in my grades. Guess what guys, I actually passed a math test, I didn’t know what to do about myself it’s an improvement from when I have been making. I made an 80, and I think I was one of the very few to actually pass the test, I know one girl made a 100, and from the look on the other peoples faces in the class and what Mrs. Ward was saying I could tell people weren’t happy with their grades. I had a 72 in that class on my interim which we got today, and when we got the progress report that had the most recent test on it, my grade only went up to a 73 but that closer. If you didn’t know I basically have till next report card to somehow make that grade a 77 or above before I get kicked out of AVID. Speaking of AVID, again for the last two weeks I have been dead, so I have been making 48’s on my binder checks. Mrs. Rabin told the class that she was only going to check the AVID section in our notebook and I got very angry at that because I had worked so hard on that notebook to get a 105 and she wasn’t going to check it, so eventually I got to her and she did check my whole notebook and I got a 105, go me! Wednesday there was a career fair in the gym, which meant no gym for us, so the class went downstairs in the gym to look around the career fair and I got a lot of free random stuff. There was really nothing down there that interested me in what I would like to have in a career but it was still fun, and after I had a moment at the marine booth and walked away while I still had my dignity I went to the rest of my classes. Thursday morning was kind of bad because rose (or my “grandmother” I sometimes call her because I don’t feel like explaining my family situation) picked me up way late so I was late for gym in the morning but thank god that ROTC was having their annual check thingy so we had to sit in study hall for two hours doing nothing. Anyway, you know those mornings when your driving and you really need to get somewhere but it seems every slow car just happens to get in front of you, or like a big truck gets in front of you and goes slow, and you want to murder everyone, well that is what happened that morning. The afternoon got interesting when I certain kid in my 3rd and 4th (which is global studies with Strickland) was harassing me the whole time to go off campus with him, and I so thought he was kidding when he said he had a car, I honestly didn’t believe him. But he somehow found me at lunch and kidnapped me and we went off campus and just drove around and talked. He caught my attention and I wouldn’t mind making him my next victim I mean lover. Friday was just random and I’m not sure what to say about that, oh we have a new kid his name is Bradley, he is so freaking adorable and me and Chelsea took him under of wing, he is a sophomore and our personality clicked so we became good friends fast. Another thing I have been debating over the last month is I should try out for cheerleading it’s always something I have wanted to do but have always been to scared to actually do because I don’t want to embarrass myself, but I do plan on meeting with one of my friends and start training to see what happens, and hopefully I will grow some balls and actually try out this year. I think I am done with this blog and have pretty much updated ya’ll on everything that has happened this week. I plan on ending this blog with stuff I have been hearing people say for the past week, that have made me crack up:

Darius (Or Bear): *sneezes* “Awww! I Got Sick!” *Smacks Head on Desk*

Danny: “I Can’t Feel My Face!” *smacks self*

Domo “Well helloooooo Mr. Strickland *try to hug him*”
Mr. Strickland: “Don’t touch me.”

Mrs. Rabin: “Whoa! Now I’m Confused.”

Random guy: *to his friend* “I really shouldn’t have eaten that rice crispy treat whole, it’s fighting back.”

Brianna: “Ya’ll children need to all shut up!”
Mr. Strickland: “Word.”

John: *talking to me* “Is your testicular cancer acting up?”

Rashad: “Man I tried that whole meditation thing, I lighted some candles, burned some incense still got nowhere.”

Mrs. Rabin: *To me and donovan* "Ya'll are like salt and pepper, always together."

Favorite Post Secrets & Playlist: (Nine Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-03-02T10:06:00.000-05:00

Chelsea introduced me to a new artist called Ashton Shepherd, I have come to love her music. She only has one album out but that album is pretty awesome. Here are some of the songs from her album "Sounds So Good":

1.) Takin' Off This Pain By Ashton Shepherd

2.) Bigger The Heart By Ashton Shepherd

3.) The Pickin' Shed By Ashton Shepherd

4.) Not Right Now By Ashton Shepherd

5.) Whiskey Won The Battle By Ashton Shepherd

Chilling At Chelsea's:

2009-02-28T12:37:00.000-05:00

Chelsea: "Hey, call sandhills moive thearter and see what moives and stuff is playing."

Me: "Okay hand me the phone, *Dails Number*"

Operator: ".......Welcome to sandhills cinemma sixteen...Moives can make you cry, inspire you, make you laugh..."

Chelsea: "I WANNA BE SCARED MOTHER F*****!"

February's List: (Two Out Of Twelve)

2009-02-23T18:45:00.000-05:00

Fifty Facts About Me:

1.) I’m a good listener.
2.) I think feet as the most DISTGUSTING part of a human body ever, if a foot touches me, I will punch you in the face.
3.) The future scares me.
4.) If you see me, you would probably think pink is my favorite color, but honestly it’s not, yellow is.
5.) I love dance, and am becoming obsessed with color/winter guard.
6.) I speak my mind, and probably need to learn how to shut up.
7.) My friends are my everything, and I couldn’t function without them.
8.) I lost one of my good friends on December 19, 2008 to Acute Milord Leukemia; you don’t know how much I miss him.
9.) I am defiantly a dreamer.
10.) My worst fear is to die in a hostile situation.
11.) My favorite Math teacher was Mrs. A. King, in eighth grade.
12.) I know it’s probably hard to believe but I don’t have any secrets, honestly.
13.) I love zebras and zebra print, I am floating in a world of zebra print.
14.) Independent (or Indi) music is this music I prefer to listen to, and I enjoy it.
15.) I’m not sure what I want to be when “I grow up” but I’m sure God will lead me to it.
16.) I am a true southern belle and have lived in South Carolina for all my life; I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.
17.) My heritage is French.
18.) I believe in the African tribal saying, “protect your name before your body.”
19.) I have a very low tolerance level, and it gets shorter every year.
20.) The worst thing you can do to me is lie to me, screw me over, or backstab me, trust me that is not something you want to do.
21.) I don’t forgive easily, and I can’t trust people.
22.) I have a dream to perform in Broadway one day, and hopefully I will make it there eventually.
23.) When I was young I use to be very shy, I know hard to believe right?
24.) Right now I am the happiest I have been in a few years and I love my life.
25.) I have played volleyball for the last three years of my life, and I’m a beast son.
26.) Everyone tells me I’m dyslexic, and I believe that is possible.
27.) I have this thing with looking people in the eyes, I just can’t do it but, over the last couple years it has gotten better.
28.) I have gone through stages were I had horrible night terrors and I haven’t gotten any in a few years thank god.
29.) With my contacts in, I have 20-20 vision, without them in I am considered legally blind, thanks mom for the bad eye sight.
30.) I love fashion, all kinds, if you have a question about fashion ask me I will know exactly what you are talking about. (:
31.) I try to always stay happy no matter what; Happiness is the best medicine, right?
32.) I usually use the words faggot, whore, slut, douche bag, but I really don’t mean anything by it...sometimes.
33.) I learned the art of sarcasm before I even learned how to speak English.
34.) I prefer cold weather over hot, but I am defiantly a summer girl.
35.) I hate airplanes and am terrified of them; I will never ever get on one, ever.
36.) I actually enjoy reading when I find a good book, unlike most lazy teenagers these days.
37.) I have like five million sisters, and like ten million cousins, no joke.
38.) I actually enjoy school a lot.
39.) My absolute favorite verse from the Bible is Psalm 56:11 “In God I have put my trust, I shall not be afraid. What can man do to me?”
40.) I can not say the word feminine to save my life.
41.) I categorize my music into files like “pissed off music” “baby making music” “busting out music” and so on and so forth.
42.) I am very unholy organized, I am pretty sure I have OCD; it has been known to run in my family.
43.) You can count on me to get something done, when I say I’m going to do it, I do it.
44.) I buy movies and never watch them until like a year later.
45.) I want a few tattoos and have a lot in mind for ideas; my first tattoo will be a memorial for Josiah.
46.) I use to play trumpet in 6th grade band; I was third chair, after quitting band I learned to play the piano and some of the guitar.
47.) I am excited that Brittney spears is making a come back and she cleaned up her act.
48.) I have morals, and I don’t care who you are I am never going to lose them.
49.) I am very clumsy and fall around eight times a day.
50.) I use to hate writing, but this year of High school I have learned to love it.

Mexican Fiesta:

2009-02-21T22:34:00.000-05:00

Raychel: "Don't You Eat All Those Refry Beans Or You Will Be Sleeping On The Floor."
Me: "Well I Already Ate Mexican Today So Your In For It Tonight."
Raychel: "Well I Did Too, So Touche'"

*Five Mintues Later*
Raychel: "We Are Having A Girly Night, Getting Fat And Drunk It's like A Breakup Night, Mexican Food And Margaritas."

Winter Jam Playlist 2009 (Eight Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-02-21T12:52:00.000-05:00

So on Friday (February 20, 2009) was Winter Jam a huge christian concert that occurs every year. This year I believe was the best year yet, this year the concert featured TobyMac, Hawk Nelson, Brandon Heath, and many more. I will post a few pictures on this blog, and later tonight post alot more. This is the playlist for my favorite songs that were played during Winter Jam:

1.) Lose My Soul By: TobyMac

2.) Friend Like That By: Hawk Nelson

3.) Beautiful, Beautiful By: Francesca Battistelli

4.) Diverse City By: TobyMac

5.) Call On Jesus (Originaly Written By Nicole C. Mullen) By: PureENG

Favorite Post Secrets (Seven Out Of Fifty Two)

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Dear Self;

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"No matter what happens, life still goes on. You have to know that. Stop hanging on. Let go & move on!"

Dear Self;

Well if I come across a little bit distant it's just because I am. Things just seem to feel a little bit different you understand? Believe it or not but life is not apparently about me anyways but, I have met the One who really is worthy. So let me say, so long, self well, it's been fun, but I have found somebody else. So long, self there's just no room for two...so you are gonna have to move. So long, self, don't take this wrong but you are wrong for me, farewell oh well, goodbye, don't cry so long, self. Stop right there because I know what you're thinking, but no we can't be friends, And even though I know your heart is breaking this has to end. And come to think of it the blame for all of this simply falls on me, for wanting something more in life than all of this can't you see. So long, self Well, it's been fun, but I have found somebody else So long, self. There's just no room for two, so you are gonna have to move. So long, self don't take this wrong, but you're wrong for me, farewell Oh well, good-bye, don't cry So long. Don't feel so bad, there'll be better days, don't go away mad Just go away,go away. So long, self well, it's been fun, but I have found somebody else. So long, self There's just no room for two, so you are gonna have to move. So long, self don't take this wrong, but you're wrong for me, farewell. Oh well, good-bye, don't cry,So long self farewell, goodbye!(:

*lyrics From Mercyme's Song So Long Self.

FM Static Playlist (Seven Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-02-14T19:04:00.000-05:00

One of my all time favorite bands is a little chirstian/indie band named FM Static.
As a matter of fact, one of Josiah's favorite songs was by the band and was played
at his funeral.

1.) Tonight By FM Static (Song played At Josiah's funeral)
2.) Next Big Thing FM Static
3.) America's Next Freak FM Static
4.) Nice Piece Of Art By FM Static
5.) Hey Now By FM Static
6.) Donna By FM Static
7.) Definately Maybe By FM Static

Intersting Stuff, Along With Playlist(s) Five And Six And Postsecret Five:

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Favorite Post Secrets List Six:

Playlist Five: Five Songs They Played At The Coming Home Ralley,

1.) Diva By Beyonce

2.) Paper Planes By M.I.A

3.) Love Story By Taylor Swift

4.) Swing Ya Rag By T.I.

5.) Party Like A Rockstar By Shop Boyz

Playlist Six: Songs I Could Never Get Tired Of,

1.) Circus By Britney Spears

2.) Tonight By FM Static

3.) Lips Like Morphine By Kill Hannah

4.) Swim By Jack's Mannequin

5.) Free To Be Me By Francesca Battistelli

Mmkay Now On To Me:
So for the last two weeks ya’ll probably thought I fell of the face of the Earth, no it’s just been rather busy. Last week was coming home week and I spent most of my time preparing for the winter guards performance at the prep rally to only find out we were not going to be able to perform which sucked majorly but, oh well. I have finally gotten back to my normal self and have put all this useless drama behind me. I am honestly very proud of myself. The weather in South Carolina has been amazing for the past couple weeks and I think that has also played a role in my happy mood. I have met up with some old friends and healed other friendships that were destroyed because I was an idiot which I will learn to never do again. I can honestly say that if it wasn’t for the amazing support group and awesome friends I have I would not have made it through December and January which have been some of the worst months I have had in a while. My friends are the reason I keep going when I want to give up, the reason why I smile even when I just want to sit down and have an emotional breakdown, the reason why I wake up ever morning knowing that I will get to see them as soon as I get to school. Having people run up to me in the morning screaming “Shannon!”, “Shannshine!”, “Shann Shann!” and whatever else comes to mind always is the highlight of my day, and I could not be more grateful for that. I am slowly but surely improving my grades in Algebra. On my project (which was pretty much homework on crack) I made a 95, and on my most recent quiz I made an 80 which is ten times better then those 33’s I seem to be getting often. I’m actually doing my algebra homework, AVID homework, and Global Studies homework and studying for every test quiz and again I am proud of myself. So for the most part (in the words of Will Farrell) the last two weeks have been glorious!

Ps. The monthly list for February I am planning on doing a fact sheet about me so that for those who don’t really know me will be able to know a little bit more about me, It is hard for me to just sit down and make a list about myself so if I’m not able to finish it this month I will post two for March.

What If...

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Do you ever sit and think what if? What if you had never said the first hello, or what if your paths never crossed? What if you had just five more minutes. What if you could turn back time and make it all stand still. Where would you be? Better? Worse? Less confused? More confused? Happier? Or sadder? Just what if.

Favorite Post Secrets (Five Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-02-01T10:24:00.000-05:00

*Sorry for not posting a weekly playlist, i will post one next week. I have not been feeling well, and have not been home this past week. I'll make it up though. :)

I Will Admit...

2009-01-28T19:21:00.000-05:00

I use to be just like a man when it came to feelings. You would NEVER see my cry, not even close to it. I held my feelings in an unleashed them whenever I knew I was alone, whether that was in screaming and yelling or crying and being overly dramatic. Like Dane cook said “You walk into the house, and as soon as you here those three seconds of silent...and all hell breaks lose.” When high school started I begin to learn that crying was okay, and letting my guard down to let the people who loved me was a great feeling. Over the last three weeks I have had to watch someone I honestly love suffer, and fade away from me. And yes I am talking about my I guess you can still call him boyfriend (technology we are on a ‘break’.) It hurts for him to not trust me, to fade away like that. It hurts for him to look at me, and walk right past me off campus. I’m not going to lie, I hate with a passion this waiting game, for him to come around and everything to hopefully be okay soon but, something is keeping me there. I miss him so much and whenever my mind isn’t occupied with something I always turn back to him. Hopefully everything will be okay soon, and he will be able to talk to me about it. I don’t want to lose him, I love him, I miss him, and I want everything to be okay soon.

"Confidence is keeping it together, when the whole world would understand if you gave up."

Thunder,

2009-01-27T17:12:00.000-05:00

Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to goToday in the blink of an eye I'm holding on to something and I do not know whyI tried, I tried to read between the lines. I tried to look in your eyes

I want a simple explanation For what I'm feeling inside I gotta find a way out Maybe there's a way out Today is a winding road Tell me where to start and tell me something I don't know Today I'm on my own I can't move a muscle and I can't pick up the phoneI don't know And now I'm itching for the tall grass And longing for the breeze I need to step outsideJust to see if I can breathe I gotta find a way out Maybe there’s a way out Yeah I'm walking on a tightrope I'm wrapped up in vines I think we'll make it out But you just gotta give me timeStrike me down with lightning Let me feel you in my veins I wanna let you know how much I feel your pain Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer Do you know you're unlike any other? You'll always be my thunder, and I said Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors I don't wanna ever love another You'll always be my thunder So bring on the rain And listen to the thunder.

Favorite Post Secrets (Four Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-01-25T11:34:00.000-05:00

Waffle House Playlist (Four Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-01-24T22:29:00.000-05:00

Songs That Remind Me Of Waffle House:

1.) Hey Jude By The Beatles

2.) Hotel California By The Eagles *The Live Version*

3.) I Love This Bar By Toby Keith

4.) Unbreak My Heart By Toni Braxton

5.) Should Have Said No By Taylor Swift

Yeah, I'm Gonna Rant:

2009-01-21T18:06:00.000-05:00

I am so sick and tired of this complaining, seriously cut it out. First off I hate with a passion when these words come out of a freshmen’s mouth, “Man why do we have homework on Friday?” are you serious, no seriously was that a real question? Your in high school you big faggot. I have been having homework on Fridays since elementary school. Put your big kid panties on and suck it up! Once you get a job are you going to say “Man, why do I have to work Friday?” it’s called responsibility, one of Richland Northeast’s core values how about you learn it! There is a reason why its one of the most important core values. Another thing in Colorguard we had (notice the word had) ten people on the team. Now we somehow have four. It doesn’t click in my mind why in god’s green earth you would join the team and quit when we are finally learning the dance, I mean I can understand if just Colorguard isn’t your thing but, you have ample time to leave the team before Sam started the dance that REQUIRES TEN PEOPLE. All the girls on the team also need to learn respect. If I, Sam, or Chelsea tells you to get up and do something, DO IT! Not five minutes later when you decide to, do it when we tell you. Also the next time I see a cell phone out during practice I’m going to throw it against the wall. How can you expect us to get anything done with you texting on your cell phone, and your obviously to ignorant to understand the words “put it away!” (That is seriously one of my biggest pet peeves ever.) There are a couple of girls on the team who thinks it’s funny to pick on other girls if they can’t get something right away. The current dance we are doing involves half dancers, and half flag work (so far). Everyone doing flag work is new to it except Chelsea, while everyone at dance is new except me. To do flag work you need to have a lot of arm strength that’s why it’s often good to do weight training, to help build up that arm strength for tosses and such. One girl was a slow learned at tosses, she grew as the days went along. I and Chelsea both think she is great at flag work she just needs to trust herself and build up that arm strength. While Sam is helping her with her tosses certain girls on the dance side will pick on her and literally will not shut up even when the girl tells them to shut up. First off if your going to pick on someone else about their performance, make sure you have your personal performance down before you say a word about any one else. I’m also getting tired of people not coming prepared for guard; um wearing jeans to guard is not okay. How about come prepared or don’t come at all. I’m so sick of the crap, don’t come to guard one day and quit the next because your to lazy to come for three hours of Colorguard. Stop you’re complaining, come ready, and DO NOT come back. You’re not helping the guard either way and as of right now I doubt we will be able to keep the guard. When you auditioned for guard you made a commitment to us, and you were chosen because of your abilities and the fact that we thought you were responsible enough to keep up with guard, I guess not. I'm done for now. (:

Oh Jesus;

2009-01-18T23:32:00.000-05:00

"You never know where the next miracle is going to come from,the next smile, the next wish come true, but if you believe it'sright around the corner, and you open your heart and mindto the possibility of it, to the certainty of it, you just might get the thing you're looking for." -one tree hill

Lately things have been very uncertain, as matter of fact this whole year so far is uncertain. I have found myself questioning things that I once found unquestionable. I am somehow stuck between what my heart wants, and my logical thinking. This year I have experienced the feeling that I hate the most, the feeling that I have lost control of the situation. That feeling that you’re no longer in control and your not sure when it will come back. Luckily I have a week to think things over, and hopefully I will make the best decision for not just me but for the people are me. I really don’t like this feeling like making decisions that could ruin me but, I guess I’m just going to have to believe that everything is going to be alright no matter what I choose.

Favorite Post Secrets: (Three Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-01-18T20:49:00.001-05:00

Amazing Playlist (Three Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-01-17T19:25:00.000-05:00

Sorry this post is so late, today was a very busy day. This post I wanted to be about the amazing artist that have kept me together through out the last few months. Yes, all of them are christain artist. Don't like it? Oh well!

1.)I Can Only Imagine By MercyMe

2.)I Will Not Be Moved By Natalie Grant

3.)I'm Letting Go By Francesca Battistelli

4.)In Better Hands By Natalie Grant

5.)Give Me Your Eyes By Brandon Health

"We Could Only Remember...

2009-01-13T21:05:00.000-05:00

...how she would be able to dust herself off & start over again. & yet, we knew we couldn’t bear for her not to, & felt evermore optimistic that after all her struggles, she would someday meet her man, her equal. A man with the same charisma, love for life, & humanity she possessed. In the meantime, she’d have her friends, & the knowledge that she deserved the world." -Sex & the City

Faggots;

2009-01-13T20:33:00.000-05:00

Today I have successfully;
1.) Created a theme song for my life.
2.) Had around five emotional breakdowns.
3.) Forced Ryan and Chris to join me in my breakdowns.
4.) Played red hands with Danny, lost horribly.
5.) Dropped five pounds of coffee on the ground.
6.) Broke a glass, which just happened to have hot boiling coffee in it.
7.) Almost got hit by a car taking out the trash.
8.) Got in a fight with the door...the door won.
9.) Slipped attempting to get in the shower, fell out the shower once I was done.
10.) Tried to discover the cure for stupid...didn’t get anywhere.
11.) Got in a slap fight with my cat.
12.) Tripped up the stairs not once, but three times all in the same millisecond.
13.) Tripped over my pants, but turned it into a sexy dance.
14.) Learned procrastination at it’s finest.
15.) Attempted to achieve nirvana... got nowhere.
16.) Learned the meaning behind trusticles.
17.) Missed my boyfriend, horribly.
18.) Thought about checking myself into a mental hospital.
19.) Thought about checking my friends into a mental hospital.
And last but not least....20.) Suffered third degree burns on my tongue.

I AM NOT A HAPPY CAMPER TODAY!

Favorite Post Secrets: (Two Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-01-11T13:27:00.001-05:00

A Tribute to Bob Dylan Playlist: (Two Out Of Fifty Two)

2009-01-10T10:51:00.000-05:00

This playlist I have decided to dedicate to Bob Dylan, now even though I do not approve of some of the meanings behind his song. You have to admit, its Bob Dylan. What could be more awesome then that?

1.) Like a Rolling Stone by Bob Dylan
2.) Mr. Tambourine Man by Bob Dylan
3.) Times Are A Changing By Bob Dylan
4.) Emotionality Yours by Bob Dylan
5.) Rainy Day Women by Bob Dylan

Homepage: Bob Dylan

Best Moive Ever Dedicated To Bob Dylan: I'm Not There

This Week:

2009-01-09T21:14:00.000-05:00

This week has been pretty good; even through it was highly busy. We officially started our season in winter guard and are now practicing after school till 6:30 and getting the routine down for our first show down in Charleston at the end of January. Even though there is a little bit of drama, everything is going great and the new girls are getting the dance fast. It’s coming together quick, and I love it. Next week is exam week, and I have pretty much done every exam except for Algebra which I am NOT looking forward too. Lately every test I have been given from her, I have failed with at least a 60 or below. I know I know the material but I soon as I get tested on it, I fail it. I can pass every quiz and turn in all my work and such, but I soon as I get a quiz I freak and it sucks. I’m not sure if it’s because of the dyslexia that everyone claims I have or if I have test anxiety, but I really need to get to the bottom of it before I get kicked out of AVID. Good news though, I have brought my grade up in Physical science and am now passing with amazing effort, I’m very proud of myself. Today (Friday) I had my English exam and that was beyond easy I could have done it with my eyes close. So next week I will be twiddling my thumbs and figuring out ways to past my Algebra benchmark/exam. Anyway, drama in my life is gone (hopefully) and this week was good as far as that goes. Except my boyfriend has been sick with a chest cold, and was out for the last three days. I have been very worried about his health and missed him a lot. Hopefully he will be better by Monday. Oh yeah I also have two papers due by next week, one on the results from my egg drop project from physical science. The other shall be a speech for English, the speech is suppose to be a call the action, I have decided to do it on cancer in honor of Josiah. My call to action will be to give money for more cancer research and such, I’ll get back to ya’ll about that speech. This week I have also become a serious shopaholic and it’s very sad. Everyday this week I have gone somewhere to shop for something that was really not necessary when I should have been doing other more important things. I have successfully bought, Greek: Season Two (since I couldn’t fine season 1), fifty pounds of clothes from American eagle and Aerospatiale, and so much more. Someone go out and get me Secret Life of an American Teenager Season One, House All The Seasons, And Scrubs All The Seasons, I Will Love You Forever! I also went to my sisters first (I think) Mary Kay hostess party. Which I was glad I attended since it was all on skin care, and I am in desperate need of that, yes I am slack. I think I have gotten everything that has happened this week, so hope you life the update whores. I'm going to watch Greek now, so i will problary be unreachable for a couple hours.

"It's The Sense Of Touch...

2009-01-05T19:51:00.000-05:00

...In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something."

Top Ten Goals For January:

2009-01-04T21:22:00.000-05:00

Number One: Give up all kinds of soda (diet or not) and instead drink more water.

Number Two: Do all my homework, and stop procrastinating.

Number Three: Have more patience with people, even when you

want to punch them in their eye.

Number Four: Try to get all B’s and/or A’s in all your classes.

Number Five: Listen more instead of talk.

Number Six: Give up junk food; this includes gummy worms, white chocolate

with blueberries, and such.

Number Seven: Say what is needed to be said instead of holding it in.

Number Eight: If I make a promise, keep it.

Number Nine: Actually keep up with my binder for AVID so that the night

before I’m not struggling to get everything done.

Number Ten: Trust in God more often.

The Best Women Always Comes Out On Top:

2009-01-04T13:09:00.000-05:00

So tomorrow winter break officially ends, and I’m not ready to go back. Besides the fact that I have done NOTHING over the break, and will be spending countless hours arguing/talking to myself and getting all my work done and attempting to look normal for the public eye tomorrow I’m not readying to start all this drama back up. Yay, Story Time! As some of you may or may not know me and my boyfriend, Charles started dating on October 15, 2008. This chick, (we will call her Molly for now) liked Charles and I knew this, so before me and Charles started dating I went up to her and asked her point blank, “Is it okay if me and Charles date.” I told her to tell me the truth, and to not hold back. If Molly didn’t want me to go out with him, then I wouldn’t, and if she said it was fine, then I would. She told me that it would be okay if we dated, and I seriously sat there for thirty minutes asking her rapidity “Are you sure?” and again she gave me her word that everything would be okay. So sure enough a couple days after that Charles asked me out. At first everything was fine and dandy with me and him, and everything still is there is just one little problem, Molly. One day at lunch while I was with Charles walked up to her and attempted to hug her, she wouldn’t even look at me, no hug, and no nothing. Charles explained to me that she was a little pissed off that I and he are going out....UMMM HELLO?! Didn’t I just waste almost an hour of my life asking you if it was okay if we went out? Didn’t I put your feelings before mine and made sure it was okay with my FRIEND, and who is the one that lied straight to my face about it, along with a lot of other things? So, I got over it and thought to myself, let her be mad. I have done absolutely nothing wrong in this situation, and that’s that. Again, another couples of days later and at lunch (why does all this go down at lunch?) she walked up to me and attempting to give me her pathetic look she said “Shannon, I’m not mad at you I’m mad at Charles, and it has nothing to do with you it’s between him and me.” Well sweetie, when you’re mad at Charles because he is going out with me it has a major part to do with me. I said something (I really can’t remember what I said) and then walked away before I did something stupid. So everything seemed to die down, I’m not talking to molly because I honestly do not have time with all this bull crap. In physical science, (the class I do absolutely nothing in, yeah I know I need to work on that.) my good friend (we will call her, sparky) told me she needed to tell me something important. I told her to wait until I finished listening to Jason Mraz (because I was literally making babies with him) and to start a note and tell me. Blah blah, so she started one. She told me about how Molly in the morning before school started would literally attempt to be all over Charles and I mean ALL OVER not even a MARRIED couple would be all over each other the way she was attempting to be with Charles, and Charles would be like “Um, do you need a pill?” Oh, I was pissed. Psychical Science witnessed my wrath that day. Tears came flowing in the most unholy ways, I was crying because how could my FRIEND do that to me? How could she betray me in such a disgusting way? She called me “One of her good friends” well such a great friend you are. For the record, a good friend would not screw around with my boyfriend behind my back; I was honestly and truly disgusted by her actions. It doesn’t matter if you like Charles or not, have some flarking respect for me, him, and our relationship and get over it! By the time I calmed down and worked my way to the court yard to have lunch (again with the lunch thing) Charles had already heard about it, and we talked it out and everything became okay again and, once again I let it drop. Like a week after that happened Charles did something stupid and got put up for explosion and was away from school for about two months, (yes, he is an idiot, but I love that idiot so keep it to yourselves. Ha!) within those two months Molly called Charles and they talked a few, which was fine with me because I trusted Charles I just can’t trust Molly. If I don’t like someone, for whatever reason I have, I will tell them to their faces, and drop it. But, I can promise ya’ll this if I don’t like a person I would NEVER go behind their backs and talk bad about this, I would NEVER call them anything outside their name, and I would NEVER say anything to other people about them because quite frankly if I have something to say about you so help me God I will say it to your face. I’m just that kind of person; I have always been that kind of person. I have respect for people when I know for a fact they don’t have respect for me back. I’m not going to stoop down to their level, that’s just not me, nor will it ever be. So while this was all going on (and it still is, mer!) I never talked bad about Molly, or anything but as I knew was going to happen rumors got spread around that I was going to beat her up and such, and other people got involved in the drama, (it slightly amused me not going to lie) then after Charles handled it, it all drops. End of discussion but, I spoke to soon the last day of school before winter break one of my really good friends told me that she was telling people I was mad at her because my boyfriend liked her...hm, I’m smelling the sweat smell of denial. I have come to realize as I am telling you people my life story and pouring my feelings out to ya’ll that she CRAVES attention, like it’s a drug for her. Somehow inside my brain it’s not clicking how someone would put themselves out there like she has, just to get attention for a boy, and then when that boy isn’t given her the attention she wants she just does it harder the next time around. She has even recently tried to annoy me/ piss me off by commenting Charles’s pictures on myspace saying “One word Sexxyyy!” Charles hasn’t signed in so he isn’t aware of what she is trying to pull. It’s pathetic if you ask me, how could you not have respect for your reputation, for your body, and for your friends. Someone please answer that question for me, I seriously can not get it around my head. I’m asking for your advice, I want this crap to end; I want everyone to shut up put their big boy/girl panties on and get over it! I want an apology, even though I will never be able to be friends with her again because I don’t need people like her in my life right now. I want me and Charles relationship to be great without all this drama and I have already told Molly that I am not breaking up with Charles because I gave her the chance to tell me the truth and she didn’t, and it came back to bite her in the anus, And she claims that me and Charles staying together is fine with her. I'm trying to be the better person in this situation, and I think I have been doing good so far, but I'm about to snap. Some body anybody, give me advice. What am I suppose to do here, I can’t handle it anymore; it’s getting on my nerves. I am done I think, I apprentice it for everyone that comments this blog and give me advice and for actually reading all of this. I’m gonna spend the rest of the day completing my work, cleaning, and doing some stuff with myself before school.

-Love Ya’ll.