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         Currently, I have my mind elsewhere other than this site, so it will be a good while before I have all the links arranged, stories posted, lyrics updated/completed, or sections made. There are many little pages I have made, but make absolutely no sense. Gifted is proving to be more of a burden than I once thought and my other subjects just seem to add on to that.

_the girl who thinks she can succeed_

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Updated Blog.          11.12.03
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Random Thoughts:                               5.8.04

It's been awhile since I last updated...

Nothing much on my mind right now. I have a few issues with the pictures of how they are treating POW's in afganistan, if that's how you spell it. The only other thing is Diablo. It seems that my grades go down when I play it. I'll have to rant about that later. I'll be online. Email and IM. Toodles all. Check my Gamingforce Journal for my blog.

People forget what they say when something new arises...



working... working... on site.
Subject of the Matter:                     11.10.03

Today was like any other day. I didn't expect anything different. Assignment, Assignment, work, work... the normal school routine.  Other than moving my purse issue to it's own little section, the only thing that has changed today is perhaps a file being transferred to me from my friend Amber.

I do believe that is the second or third time I cried in school. The first time was in the 4th grade when I fell out of my chair and it the floor. It is very painful. I do believe there was a hushed silence during my crying until a person that had lunch duty... I can't remember her name anymore, it's been too long, took me to the nurse's office. I explicitly remember them telling me not to go to sleep. I also remember how sleepy I was. I just wanted to go to sleep, but I think I did know about concussion related comas. Not sure.

The second time was in the 9th grade. No, it wasn't bawling, just eyes watering. I was laughing in fact to try and deter my coaches from worrying over me. It was as simple as getting hit in the face with a volleyball. It sure hurt and my glasses nearly fell off my face. (Hunter, if I want to... wait I can't remember what I said to you that day about glasses.) It was probably a bit funny, but my friends surrounded me right when they saw me get hit. Nice to know I'm cared about. I have to remember to keep track with points.

The third time, by ONLY assumptions, was the event with my purse. Amber, I do believe your the only one who has seen me cry about something. Mr. Culley only saw my face which was red from crying. It was only a few tears... nothing too much.

I've done a lot more crying at home that's for sure.

Maybe this was a bit too personal. Not sure. But it sure helps to type it up. My fingers can nearly keep up with my brain. If I had pencil... that would be a completely different story.

Do I have arthritis or something? My wrist has been hurting for a few hours now.
No one will make me confess anything.

I will stand firm with my beliefs and attempt to uphold them without out external intervention.
Story.

There is a girl walking down a street looking down at the ground with her light brown hair covering her face. Everyone around her is going about their busniess, and so is she.  Her eyes come to rest on the books she's carrying, but return to the ground. School had wore out her mind and she was on her way home in Boston. The sidewalk that she was on was crowded with people using cell phones, chatting with a friend and crying children wailing for the toy that they didn't get.

She stopped for a moment to lean on a wall hopelessly watching as the bus she missed passed by. Her feet gave out and sat on the ground hugging her knees. Too many emotions were passing though her and the will power to stand was gone from the girl. No one tried to comfort the stranger as she started to cry. No one really wanted to take a few seconds to help that girl. Everyone just wanted to get home and away from the outside world.  She eventually cried herself to sleep on that wall, and somehow didn't wake up.

The next day everyone wondered, many cried and none understood. That girl never returned home that night, and no one knew of the trials that school had given her. No one knew that her father's side of the family had a history of heart problems.

No one knew...
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I enjoy Faythdream. It's interesting.
Updated links to everything.
i1, and f1 pretext. Eternal Opinion moved to I.T.P

Texas Rules. So does U.T.A.

10.13.03
Made Blog Entry. Began index story.

December 9, 2003
Worked on purse thing and the doubled pointed at thing. 11.2.03

began thoughts of PERSONal=contract 11.3.03


Transferred updates to in the prederite.
Added Eternal Opinion.

made index4.

10.04.03
5.8.04 Divided screen in two.
Meep.
Thanks photoshop.