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| by STARS
If I am lost for a day; try and find me
But if I don't come back, then I won't look behind me
All of the things that I thought were so easy
Just got harder and harder each day
December is the darkest and June is the light but this empty bedroom won't make anything right
While out on the landing a friend I forgot to send home
Who waits up for me all through the night
Calendar girl whos in love with the world Stay alive
Calendar Girl whos in love with the world Stay alive
I dreamed I was dying; as I so often do
And when I awoke I was sure it was true
I ran to the window; threw my head to the sky
And said whoever is up there,please don't let me die
But I can't live forever,I can't always breath
One day I'll be sand on a beach by a sea
The pages keep turning, I'll mark off each day with a cross
And I'll laugh about all that we've lost
Calendar Girl who is lost to the world
Stay Alive
Calendar Girl who is lost to the world Stay Alive
January,February,March,April,May I'm alive
June,July,August,September,October I'm alive
November,December,yah all through the winter, I'm alive
I'm alive | | |
| Meno: I feel, somehow, that I like what you are saying.
Socrates: And I, Meno, like what I am saying. Some things I have said of
which I am not altogether confident. But that we shall be better and
braver and less helpless if we think that we ought to enquire, than
we should have been if we indulged in the idle fancy that there was
no knowing and no use in seeking to know what we do not know;-that
is a theme upon which I am ready to fight, in word and deed, to the
utmost of my power.
Meno: There again, Socrates, your words seem to me excellent. | | |
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Technically I guess I'm still a junior. Which makes me tempted not to graduate in the spring. I still don't get the whole "four years and get a degree" thing. I guess I do but it still bugs me that everything is so flippin organized and planned out. I'm really beginning to wish I hadn't gotten any student loans. I'm glad that I won't end up with as much debt as alot of my friends, but what I do have is going to keep me in the system for that much longer. The depressing thing is that part of me loves being in the system. I like being able to blame not going after my "dreams" on the system. It keeps me safe. And resentful. Two things I hate to admit that I like feeling. The truth is I prefer to feel trapped than to risk making a mistake of my own freewill. I just finished reading Hamlet for my Shakespeare class and was really convicted. Hamlet spends almost the entire play thinking about the course of action he should take until he is finally forced into a tragic end. Fortinbras, on the otherhand, actually goes and does things and alters his course of action as needed. I was listening to a short story on the radio yesterday about how we become the person we hate, regardless. This guy hated "easy" travel bags with wheels that everyone zooms around the airport with these days. He felt it was cheating, kind of like those people who sleep at motels when they're camping. You just don't get the full experience of traveling unless you have to lug around a heavy and awkward bag that you've had for years. Then when he was thirty he realized that everyone else got around alot quicker than him and he was just a guy lugging a heavy bag. Like at one point none of us wanted to get cell phones but in the end we all did because if we didn't we'd become one of those people who doesn't get a cell phone solely because everyone has them and we refuse to "change with the times". I'm not explaining this as clearly as it appeared in my mind as I thought about it yesterday, but basically I don't want to become the person who gripes about the system but stays in it, nonetheless. I remember how absurd it seemed to me when I first came back to the States and these guys would tell me how jacked up the political situation is in America but when I asked them what they were doing about it they admitted that they don't actually care how jacked up it is but they like showing that they are aware that it is jacked up. And now I find myself doing the same thing. | | |
| This entry is in memory of Andrea Currier. She was a good friend and will be missed.
Last friday we three wandered down some steps...
... and ended up in the 18th century...
...then Bethany made friends with an innocent-looking bear who stole my head (we got it back).
Watch out for those seagulls - they're vicious!
Here's my crazy friend Andrea. She lost her flip-flop in scary looking water...
...here I am trying to figure out how to get it back for her...
...da-da-da-dum! Serenity to the rescue!
It was time to eat and we were ravenous...
 
... especially Andrea - she inhaled her food (literally).
Cute guy alert 
It was time to go, but unfotunately we'd lost Andrea...
...The End.
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| I believe I originally decided to sign up for xanga so that I could keep people updated, or maybe I just signed up because many of my friends have xanga and I wanted to blend in, as always. I suspect the latter, but I figured I might as well update people as long as I have one. But not right now. | | |
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