Climbing Mt. Olympuis

Our friends from the middle east allowing, I'll be in Europe for the better part of next month.

Our Friends also allowing, I'll be home eventualy. :D

Tootles

P.S I don't have anything packed, jsut remembered i should have a photo albume ready, my gifts suck, and though I hardly think it likly, should I die, I want all roylaties from my awesome based on a true story movie to go to my cat oliver, who seems a little depressed lately.

What I learned Tonight

The second banana will not be as exelent as the first.

People out of Character are annoying

Somtimes people in character are annoying

I have no idea whats possible

I have a criminal complex.

This month, eyes and memories

A mother kisses her child during a flag-raising ceremony in Tiananmen Square in Beijing as China commemorated the 18th anniversary of the bloody crackdown in which hundreds of protesters were killed in 1989.


I know the girl who's dad helped start the riot. He's alive becuase he hid in a trash can after his two best friends got killed. Now he lives the upper class life in Carmel and drabbels in realestate.



I dare you to tell me thats not pretty



Singapore



Castle in the sky



China, A collective laugh


This is our world.

Day 2 July 2, 1863, the second day of the Battle of Gettysburg.

7860 men fought each other in the exact spot I stood some 146 years earlier. When they had shoved bayonettes into each other the area had been clear of trees making it optimal for that sort of thing. Now it was a forrest.

So there I stood, in one of the most famous locations of Civil War history, trying to egnore the heat and focus on the impact of it all when Kristi calls to tell me she bought a bird.

"Name it porkchop" I say as I move closer to the parking spacesa way from the edge of the hill. I'm trying not to feel awkward wearing the shoes I have on. I feel no pride for the battle site.

I don't know why any of that is significant. I'm in a historical mood. Both my own, others, and the country's.

I blame John Adams for this. His biography, though not entirly thrilling, is interesting enough when traveling across the country. Letters from Abbigale to John about Washington crossing the Deleware is made slightly more exciting while driving along the very river.

My gradfather repetivly tells the ancidote of some great relitive of ours who once said "I'm glad i don't have any above average chrildren". He tells it with the greatest of humor, and I think he agrees complelty with it.

I think what he trys to portray is he wants a simple happy life for us all.

I resent that story, and the fact he tells it so often, and the fact he thinks it applys to me.

I am vain. I do not think I am average for several reasons. Average these days is very low. Not to mention I do not even understand the concept of such measures.

Susey is average becuase she has a husband who works at the factory and two kids. She vacumes and makes dinner.

So she's not in africa fighting a war? That makes her average? I don't understand.

I do understand that I refuse to submit myself to this impossible to comprehend imagenary scale that we judge oursleves on. I need to be more. I don't think I can be happy if I'm not.

That might be youthful arrogence, but I think if everyone disgarded their dreams as youthful arrogence we would not have all the things we have today. There are others more ill suited then I for these things to be acomplished, and as Adams says

"If an Honest man refuses, a dishonest man will not"

Yeah I"m a woman, were gonna pretend he was talking about everyone for my purposes. :D

You were the first one in my life ot make me feel like i was more then what i am

I'm feeling artsy and condisending. In my mind I have the upperhand of an openmind, but I secretly know that no matter what he says I'll silently shake my head and think "This is why I don't go to church"

So I go to the boy who takes more crap from the physudo followers than anyone I know, and I use words just a bit too harsh to be entirly friendly, but I don't care. I feel like assirting I don't like whats going on.

He thinks I"m asking a fake hyapthetical question. The kind they do in sitcomes. I'm not, but he can pretend if he wants.

Once again I insurt the words he knows I hate. I call him church boy. You can pratcily hear me scoffing.

Suddenly he turns and tells me it never works on me. I think he's jumped too many assumptions with the hypothetical bit.

I really should have stoped 4 Lines ago, but i can't help myself at this point. Your not giving me the conservitive answers I had hoped for. I'm beinging to wish you listend to middle aged preachers more.

That night you looked at me and said "Good God your Killing Yourself"

You turned around in calss and introduced yourself way to cheerfully, you were one to look out for I told myself.

I was cool and quiet, at least I told myself that. I was together. I was whitty. I could stand in the back of the room with my arms folded and know the exact moment to banter out something to make my piont

You scramed and yelled and got in trouble.

Most of the time I got you out of it.

Then things got epic. I ruled the scene, and I felt like you were there backing me. I know. It was all about me. You had the energy, I had the thoughts. I'd collapse and you'd pick me up because we didin't work with out each other.

And then I fell apart.

We both know about those 5months of never ending hell, and you got me through that even though I didn't do a thing for you. Nothing.

Then I let you down. You don't blame me....at least I don't think so, but I did. And I keep doing it....


Now your the one with the thoughts and the insight and i'm struggiling to keep up. I'm giving in to your thoughts and feelings, ones I don't agree with, or didn't hitnk I Did, but now i'm wondering if it even matters.

Bah I know it matters.

The point is......i think we changed spots

Let the Rain fall, i don't care

In honor of that time you convicned me to go to the movies by lieing to me and dragging me there, and then the afterwards where I told everyone we say "Love Actualy" becuase I got hte names confused and you laughed and called me stupid, I"ll do something different.


Things I like about you.

1. You will stand by someone and their poor decisions.
2. You can be very whitty.
3. I do not think you are inheritly evil
4. Your as bad at math as I am
5. You find horribly addictive songs.

Er...
thats about it for the moment.

I tried.

In regards to that incident you had under the stage table in 9th grade. I take back trying to be friends

"OH MY GOD ITS JONS GIRLFRIEND WHAT WAS HER NAME AGAIN? OH WHAT WAS IT>>>>JONS GIRL FIREND! JONS GIRLFRIEND! WHAT WAS HER NAME!?"

Shut. Up.

Your in Crackerbarrell holding your mothers hand and I'm tempted to tell her all the things you do with William, maybe if I screamed "WILLS GIRLFRIEND WILLS GIRFRIEND" you'd shut up

I do not write "Jonsgirlfriend" on my papers. That is not my name. Shut up before I eat your head. :)

We broke up. Thank you very much.

Fing Goddamn teenage hormones

He likes her but she dumped him as this other girl wanted to go on a date with balh blha

SICK OF IT

Yeah you whine a lot you stupid boy. Last summer I was annoyed by it becuase i had my own issues. This summer I'm annoyed by it because I'm fine, and your draggin me down.

Don't call me a whore if you want me to like you again m'kay?

Lol I'm not even mad right now! I'm just expressing my distaste with the whole shabang. And I don't mean the "Liking" "Love" shabang....

Honestly, It can feel amazing. And great. And its sorta what we live for, that feeling of happyness knowning your special enough for someone to like you.

But it can turn sour so fast. Thats were things get ugly.

In Drivers ed they make you take a graduated driving lisence.....so you get in less wrecks and cause less damage.

think we could set something similar up to dating?

:)