I hate it when people shove their opinion down your throat. To be listened to, you must be respected. You earn respect by being knowledgeable about your subject. Do not use "canned garbage" and over used propaganda. Being dignified and making valid points will make people listen, but instead, you crack dumb, offensive jokes.

I respect people that have strong opinions but also listen to what others have to say. Not to mention actually taking their opinion into consideration and occasionally admitting there are "grey" areas. It is possible to listen to opinions that are not the same as yours and to get something out of it! Trust me. I do it everyday because I live in this very red state of Oklahoma.

Dear Diary,

Thank you for stuffy and clear heads. For coffee. For freedom. Thank you for communication, and sound, and dischord. Thank you for holidays, and for hormones. Thank you for protection, and saftey, and breaking all the rules. Thank you for sloppy seconds, and shaky firsts. For it feeling so good, but knowing it was so wrong. For promises. For food. Thank you for small towns, and what makes you want to get away so badly, but find a place just like it. Thank you for stars, and darkness, and frozen fingers that don't let you feel anything. Thank you for long, all night runs, the ones that makes you cry because you have too much time to think. Thank you for families, and the love that can never disappear. Thank you for self-control, and lack thereof. Thank you for rewind buttons, and "To Wong Fo, Thanks for Everything Julie Newmar", corndogs, tanning, and the things that let us move on. Thank you for ice cream in the middle of December. Thank you for the girl that gives me something to laugh about everyday. Thank you for the boy who [screwed] me up and over so badly. Thank you for fogiveness. Thank you for warm welcomes, and hope, and park benches, and curfew, and getting away from myself. Thank you for the summertime, that melts away depression. Thank you for reality checks. And thank you for pain-killers, in all ways, shapes, and forms.


Thank you for Music.
It saves my life every night.

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I have BuTTERfLiES in my stomach!
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Oh gosh.

Well
I think I'm gonna go h y p e r v e n t i l a t e now.

:smiles:

Red, Black and White

My life is good
but it's better in Red, Black and White.

Agree?
Yes.

Still Waiting...

Dead Week went by and I made it through finals (all four all nighters and napping in the library included of course). I packed up my car and said 'good bye' to my friends and sisters who I'll miss dearly. Now I am home trying to get unpacked and I'm going through my crap to get rid of some of my junk and maybe make a few bucks. Oh yeah, I almost forgot... I'M STILL WAITING!!! ARGH!

Okay, I'm good now. I just really wanna know. Like really, really.

I want - no wait - NEED another Calfry weekend! So much fun... Well, minus the loser boy that doesn't understand stairs and busted it down them on night one taking me with him. Destroyed my knee. OUCH.

Here's a picture of Jill, me, Ashley and Bonnie before night two. *Fun times*

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I stole his hat...
Well I guess it's back to cleaning... Grr