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Hey

So, last night I met up with Tara at Subway at like 8:20.

It was good. She’s a brat, but it was still good. That’s right.. I just let the whole world know she’s a Brat. So uh.. what else.. OH we talked haha. Got tired of sitting in Subway.. so we went to the Fiesta Mall and walked around for 20 minutes before the whole mall closed. So then I drove around some more.. and she had to go to the Bathroom.. haha so we went to Walgreens. And uhh… oh she got done and we were talking outside Walgreens.

Fun right? Yah. Then I see sparks fly and this dude wipe out before my eyes. This guy on a motorcycle hit the curb, shoes went flying, helmet knocked off, and he’s laying on the ground. Me, Tara, and a few others run over to him.

He got right up, a friend who was following him helped him get his bike to the side, the nice paint was scratched up. The guy who took the fall kept holding his hand.. someone called 911 and less than 5 minutes later we saw a bunch of cops, a fire truck and an ambulance.

They bandaged him up, he wasn’t hurt that bad, boy oh boy was he lucky. So of course when the cops and everything showed up, people starting coming from inside and across the street to see what had happened.. and yeah everyone asked us what happened.. we were the… eye witnesses!!

Who woulda thunk it?

So Sunday I met up with Arlene, who I haven’t seen in ages.. and it was good. *nods* We met at the Metrocenter, and I waited an hour for her to show up, so I walked around a lot looking or something to do. They have a skate park in that mall. That’s kinda cool.

Work today or.. yesterday was good. Come to think of it.. today and yesterday were both good. I got off the phones, they had me ordering parts for the call center.. for a few hours each day. Very nice. I enjoy that much more than being on the phones.

I uh… yeah. I think that’s about all that’s happened. Crazy thing is.. the past few days have been good and I haven’t gotten 5hours of sleep.. IF that a day. more like 4.. and im doin fine. haha woohoo go me.

Much props to all the good people I talk to on Xanga.

Ohh. that was just a shout out. Go me.

Yankees play today. So I got some good oil for my car and now it wont have to be changed til like… December.

So yep. Nothing big on this post.

I forgot to say on my last post :

46% of people believe people can be possessed by the Devil. Crazy stuff. All the Devil has to do.. is make us believe that he doesn’t exist and he’s won.

I’m going to write up some stuff I’ve been writing on paper. So bare with me.. if you wanted the post or the update.. you got it. It ends here haha

Quote : ” You have to break in half to Love somebody”

Writings:

Blinded

Why do my reflections cry while my face stays still?
I pray, but I hear silence..
What shall help these empty wavelengths… tossed in a sea of radio?
My fingers grasp upon this blood of life, how my prune shaped fingers gasp and breathe in the air of this world.
My skin makes a new home not envisioned by you.
How stunningly quick the people cry and react without a thought.

With my hands covering my face I look up to the sky,
Laced with silver stars, and twinkling galaxies I see no more
Blinding by the sound of life, as I blatantly scream from the pit of my soul.
My life is but a blur moving so fast I can hardly keep up with the events that shape it.
No longer creating my destiny, my destiny is now seemingly created for me,
So watch as I see a masterpiece that was supposed to be me,
Painted upon the canvas of someone else’s life.

Blurs of light and darkness engulf my eyes in shame, for I know not what I see
Yet I am deafened by the sight of it,
For now I stare in a supernatural trance.

Waiting anxiously for my life to be picked by your hands like a ripe summer strawberry begs to be eaten.
But we are so are numb, moving too quickly to see the time of life tick by our eyes.
The hands of time are pushing against us and calling our name, cutting off the circulation of touch.

Why cant we stop to see that we were meant to live for a lot more.
Live for more than self gratification.
So take the school bus home, go into your house with the vanity fair and lock it away.
Our freedom lies within this digital age
Our freedom lies to us- putting its leash tightly around our neck while we sleep.
We are the blind leading the deaf.

Addicted like a cocaine addict we want more technology,
The world has us hooked on believing in the hi-tech world.
Yet we are all so numb, we can’t feel your touch.
So unaware of the war being declared upon us, our eyes glazed over.
Amber leaves and purple melody tunes help us feel.. what we want the most.
I am as guilty as the leader of the pack.

Why do we have this hate imbedded into every nation on the earth, and why do most discriminate?
Why do we look to magazines and articles for how to feel, and read on how to love?
I want to cry, but I just feel sad.
My eyelids are dry, yet my body weeps.
Shadows of fallen angels surround us.
Lord, oh Father, help to address these problems while we can still reach you.
Before we drift further than we are..
We pray to you oh Lord,
Yet we lash out when you don’t give us what we want.
Forgive us of our ignorance.

You are the creator, we are the created,
How much right do we have to yell at the hand who made us?
What right does a piece of formless clay have to shout at the top of its worth, telling the sculptor what to do?
We are wrong.
Help us to Break this silence Lord, starting with this prayer.

Take care – God Bless

Ciao

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