ASL teacher or Escaped Convict on the run?

Well classes started yesterday and things were going pretty well, I have to be at school at 7AM and I get to go home around 7PM, when I got to my Applied Phonetics class. It appears me Prof. thinks I should be in another class WITH the one I'm taking so now I have to actually GET IN the class! - For those inquiring minds - I talked to the senior secretary of the Speech Path. and Audiology Department and she told me she'd get me in . . . Or at least TRY to . . . - But she is not the prof. in question. My ASL, American Sign Language, professor is an interesting lady. . . . She has the look and air of someone evading justice and aside from creeping both me AND Kat out she sorta spaced in and out from Zombie to Convict . . . Kat said she died in that class and that the SG-1 team came and put her in a sarcophagus and resuscitated her and NO ONE NOTICED!! My response was DARN!!! I MISSED IT!!!! Anywho needless to say aside from being zoned I dropped the class and am no free from the constant worry that I might have otherwise had to endure about my runaway professor.

Passion about life

Columbine. No one hears that name without knowing what happened. How could we not? How could anyone forget the event that told parents that their children weren't "safe" anymore when they went off to school. Personally it makes my blood boil. It could've been prevented you know. Most people just ignore me when I get this far. " Ahh, but now you're into wishful thinking." I can't tell you how many times I've heard that. But it doesn't make it less true. It doesn't change reality. There is a story behind columbine, there is ALWAYS a story. How many people actually know it?
The boys in question, the ones who chattered so many lives, we ordinary boys. They were boys who were hurt. Repeatedly. We've all been in that place. The cool kids don't like you, for whatever reason, so no one will talk to you because they want to be able to pretend that the cool kids like them. When in fact they don't. Watch Frank Peretti's Hangman's Curse. Crystal and Ian are those kids. The difference lies in how the situation is handled.
So now we come to my proposal. If even 1 person had reached out to those boys then maybe things wouldn't have turned out the same way. If someone had tried to help them, love them, accept them as they were. And tried to befriend them. Ahh the power of love. It is like a healing balm that washes the soul and helps to drive out the darkness. It tells us that when the night turns to morning, everything will be alright.
But no one did. That is the problem. Everyone goes about in their lives ignoring everyone else because they're in too much pain to care. They tell themselves it's not their problem and that they shouldn't get involved. But they should. If more people started caring about other people and less about themselves then we would live in a different world. Where things like this would happen less and less. . . . Who knows it might even save lives.
No one thinks about the people that God puts in their way most of the time. Like they can't even see them. But those people may be hurting in ways you might not know, and maybe just maybe a smile from you or a kind word. It might make all the difference. Because it might give them the strength to keep going. To live. To try. Because people like them need hope. And people like us should be giving it. So why aren't we? Don't wait for tomorrow. It may never come. Reach out today and save a life one act of kindness at a time. Who knows. It might be what you're remembered for after you've died. Because after all, what is more important? What you're going through? Or that persons life? It starts with a decision and we make it daily. So come on. What's stopping you?

Good Old Fashioned Hillbilly Fun

Well yesterday my sister, a friend of ours and myself, and the rest of our family, went out to go a shootin'. Yes, I do mean that I actually went out, just for fun mind you, and bought and shot ammunition. And I was pretty good for someone who hasn't done that sort of thing before. If I may say so myself. A double barrel shot gun and a single barrel shot gun. Although my personal favorite was the single barrel. We shot skeet, well Mom and Mike shot skeet and then they put it out quite a distance away and then I shot 3 skeet to my great amusement! All in all it was fun. Although I may not be repeating the experience, at least in the sense of WHERE we went shooting, and I highly doubt that it was for the last time.

I admit that it was fun and it also happens to be a GREAT way to get out aggression . . . Not that I need to mind you . . . . But everyone gets angry so it helps!!

Kat and I were in Sam's Club today and we were passing the whole BIG INSANELY FRIVILOUS TV section and they had a ps2 and a guitar game hooked up and it had a little guitar that reminded me of the kind of guitar that you would buy for a toddler. . . Anywho it was fun, right before we had to leave Kat got the hang of it and we stopped getting booed off the stage . . . . It was quite the spectacle . . . But I enjoyed it. . . .It reminded me of a game I already have called Frequency. . . Which I like as well.

A sad testimony of a long distance relationship gone horribly, HORRIBLY WRONG!

Jessie I have but this to say to you,

I inexorably blame you! There it HAS FINALLY BEEN SAID!! The truth was eventually going to come out and so what that the time was now. . . Throw all caution to the wind. Let your TRUE SELF BECOME APPARENT!! We ARE LEAVES ON THE WIND WATCH HOW WE SOAR!!!

Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that I caught you sinus infection . . . And it's a bloody bad one! I also just wanted to say FOR SHAME!! You haven't even e-mailed me in over 2 WHOLE WEEKS!! The love I feel at this moment is STRANGLING ME!! ^_~

Actually, I didn't catch a sinus infection from you, but I thought it would make for an interesting post. I do have one though and it is annoying the Bob out of me!!

YOU HAD BETTER E-MAIL ME SOON THOUGH!!

Ah, Tis a Lovelyeth Morn' For Shakespeare

Ah, Hear ye! Hear ye! All who haveth sought the knowledge contained herein in my vasteth braineth. Thy time to learneth mightily is nigh!!

Foreth tonighteth and tonighteth onily shall thy unquenchable thirst be satisfied! Verily I say unto you unless you wish to be mightily ignorant thou shalt taketh advantageth ofeth this offereth of savingeth knowledge! Ask the oldeth man ofeth the mountaineth whateth questionseth thou shalt haveth and they shall be answered unto thou accordingeth to thy Faith . . eth.

Tis a sad statementeth thateth the firsteth one who shalt cometh forth shall be therewith servedeth firsteth! Tis also askethed by my lawyereth thateth thereth beith noeth fighteths for the spoteths. Weeth claimeth noeth responsibilityeth foreth the concussioneths and other mightily unpleasenteth thingseths that shall and moreth than likelyeth willeth befalleth thou!

Alsoeth oneth a moreth pleasenteth noteeth I shalleth beith goingith to the shakespeareth playeth witheth the Mallinakeths tonighteth . . . We thinkith!

And The Dead Rise Again!

Well, it has been an interesting weekend for me. Saturday I tragically fell ill with the flu. Just think of it! To be so tragically cut off from the world in the beginnings of my prime!! What injustice! What cruelty! What misery! Oh the sorrow! I can hardly bare to speak of it without pain! - Ahh well! Anywho so I then proceeded to get me bro sick and then I spent Sunday away from the MANY people I know and love! Y'all know who y'are! And I apparently missed John showcasing his new subwofers, Man I hope I spelled that right! And, though I got to hear them over the phone, that's another story, it still wasn't quite the same thing.

So the story with the phone call is that I was txting Mike and Kat to see if church was over because I was totally bummin at being home and I was soooo TOTALLY bored and it was something to do. Plus it just happened to be Mike's B-Day and I wanted to tell him happy birthday, like I do all my peeps! When it suddenly became apparent that he had to leave! Oh irony!! So he left and I got to hear, would it be first hand or second hand?, his new speakers or subwofers if there happens to be a difference.

Which leads me then to the ending of my story. We later that day went to see PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN!!!! (Yes, John I know what you said about the ! thing, but this IS pirates after all and it DESERVES the extra attention! ^_^ ) !!!!!!!!!!!! Which wasn't as good as the first one!! And something happened that COMPLETELY grossed me out!! I mean eck! Who would DO that?? Johnny Depp is a good actor but that went a LITTLE TOO FAR!! Anywho, to get back on track, I left freezing only to have to relive my fever day and spent the rest of the evening with a rather high fever. Which stopped around midnight or 1 I can't remember which. And now I am rather better and back to my "normal" self. . . . . . @_@ . . . . . Whatever THAT is!

A story in the making

This story is like many stories. It has a beginning, a middle, and an end. It began with my grandmother it continued to my mother and it shall end with me. Hear me. It SHALL end with me. Nothing shall stop me from ending this torment which many consider to be life. I know the truth. We are all of us doomed. ALL of us. I may be the last but I am not alone. I was brought into this world with a purpose and I WILL accomplish it. Hear me Braeden! It will all be over soon. You will claim no more life in your own name. Death ends with you and all that forsake the Light for you and your cause. No more. Do you hear me NO MORE!
I will not tell you whether or not the contents of this account are true or not. You must judge for yourself. Remember this. Carry it with you that you may in time be able to see the defilement of the Light that our common enemy is bringing against us. That you may be able to defend yourselves when I am no more and when those like me are gone. Perhaps forever. Carry this with you that you may understand and through understanding not follow the same path. I beg of you whoever you may be, please remember this account! If for no other reason than this: that you may live a life different from mine. That you may NOT live as I have lived.

Well, lemme know whatcha think!
Rae