Well? Go on.

Eli said my blog was ugly. It was feeling self conscious. So it's changed. Happy now, EzE?

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"Everyone is Stupid" - James Lee Stone

Why is everyone so stupid?
Why don't they think about things before letting them come out of their inferior little mouths?
Don't they realize that it just makes them look more idiotic?
Obviously not.I really just want to shoot everyone.
I wish there was a smart pill that I could spike all the punch with.
I hate people.

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Easter?

Today is Easter, It's not my favorite one. My gramma passed away on Friday, I'm really glad I got to see her, but in a way I wish I didn't, so I could have remembered her when she was healthy and happy. We got here on Monday night and spent a few days with her, she was doing really well.....as well as can be expected, and from there, it just went down. She would try to get up by herself when we werent in the room with her, and once, did a faceplant and scraped her face on the stool. She hadnt lost her sense of humor, even in her last days. I love her. She wasn't doing well on Friday when we left, but we had to be back for church on Sunday. We told her we loved her, and she did as well as she could to tell us the same, she couldn't breathe. We left and about 2 hours later, my uncle called and said "we lost her" we turned around and headed back. Seeing her body, she looked so peaceful. It was weird, of course, but she was suffering so much, I'm actually glad she died and didnt have to go through that anymore, because she wasn't ever gonna get better. She looked like she was taking a nap, I expected her to start snoring at any second, it never happened. I had cried before we left, becaue I knew we'd never see her again, and seeing her body made me cry even more, but I was happy for the peace she was feeling. We were going through her stuff, even when she was alive. I felt horrible doing that, like a vulture, claiming things and looking through her life. It was also fun to find all her old stuff, and go through it. She has a neat history. The onlyt hing i was scared of, when I heard she was dying, was that she might not be saved. Going through her stuff, we found a certificate stating that she had done so, something along those lines. So I'm just holding on to that Baptist theory "Once saved, always saved" Ephesians 1:19 says something like that too. I feel good about it. We had given her this Jesus dvd or something for Christmas, and we found that in her dvd player, and the case underneath her bible, by her bed. That made me feel really good. I hate that she had to suffer, even though it wasn't for long, it was hard to see her struggle for every breath she took.

It kinda gets boring here, not much to do, but I don't really want to leave. At the same time, I really want to go home, and see my friends and what not. I'm pretty sure mom is gonna kinda give me this next week off, woot woot! I'm not looking forward to the drive home....my dad is going to Pheonix for work tonight, so it's just us 4 ladies....maybe I'll work on EzE's hat a bit.

Sorry that this post sucks, you guys prolly dont care about any of that, but....oh well, get over it!

I shall leave you with a quote "It looks like a big tylenol!"

-N Dawg

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well? happy now?

"Well the buzz from the bees is that the leopards are in a bit of a spot. And the baboons are going ape over this. Of course, the giraffes are acting like they're above it all... The tick birds are pecking on the elephants. I told the elephants to forget it, but they can't. The cheetahs are hard up, but I always say, cheetahs never prosper..." This should be a pretty easy one, I hope....it best be easy

Quote it up

"Tubas are for fat guys with pimples." You'll never get this one, quite old school.

I just wish you could see

I just wish you guys could see what I see
How you are slowly killing yourself
It does you no good
The thrill lasts for a bit, the heartache lasts longer
Come on my side of the window and look in at it
It's pointless, don't you see?
Why do you put yourself through that?
It's as if you enjoy the pain, who would?
Yet you keep going back for more
Just give up, take a hiatus
Until you really see what it needs
What you have to give
How it works
I've been so exposed
It repels me
I see how the bad does more damage, than the good built up
Please just see it through my eyes, dont hurt anymore.

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I've got the password to your heart, you've got mail, I'm here to stay.

I'm sorry, gah!

I have nothing to write about, but eli's getting upset.........let write something.....


I'm so sick of not being more
Tired of this facade
I need variety
My life is like a record, repeating itself over and over
There is no end to this madness
No finale to this suffering
I cant break out of my shell
People will know....Surprise!
I'm not who you thought I was
For years I played with a butter knife instead of taking hold of the sword
The cacoon is ripped
I'm set free
No Longer on the safe side
You'll see my true light
It grew dim before, prepare to see it blaze.....

Hahaha, I'm so lame. I based this whole thing on the butter knife line.....from eli, kinda, I changed it up a bit. Thanks, dad. You spurred stupid writing.


What have I even done lately that's worth talking about? Nothing...
I drew a picture of my mom this week, when she was a senior in H.S. Then I painted an oil picture of me and my sisters, when we were little, my first experience painting people, not the greatest, but not too bad for my first time. Last night I saw Brigadoon with my lady friend, Syd, and Hannah was there. Then we went to Toms, I just realized how we always call it "Tom's house" even if we are going with Hannah or something, at least I do. Anyways, we took Hannah home to Tom's house, and went in and said hi to the boys for a bit. Then Syd took me home and Alyssa and Megan came over and we talked and laughed and ate pizza, Then Syd left, I gave Lys her bday present...um.....we talked some more...gosh I'm lame. Then they left...thennnnnnnnn I came up here, and talked to Sydney for a bit, then I talked to Eli for a bit, then I went to bed, yay.

And here I am......you know how it is.

I shall leave you with a movie quote. (there are 2 people, obviously)

"I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing."
"He does landscapes."

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