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my life is like driving over hills. i can't see over the one i'm on... and when i finally get over it, i can only see as far as the next peak

wa la!

it's the end of the world! count it once, count it twice. yep, it was good ya'll...

i kicked the ground so hard the iceburg flipped around and broke the sky... well, it kinda scraped it

being scrappy

life life life

... she was so absorbed now. no one would no it... that she doubted even being here... that she felt that it was pointless... that she wanted have a fun and wild ride through acadamia... only to end in this hollow sleepy little place... she wanted to go home and be with her sisters... for them and for her... sitting on the couch, running off, coming back, and they who were with her, all of us, including me, were so strange and random. we were the ackward but not awkward bunch. together through the thick and thin the long nights going on into the droning classroom daze....

but only from bits in pieces looking through the slits of others' lives

and sliding too far to get back up as we were high

hanging on to that one last time

total justification

yeah right

someone needs reality shock.

i did get it; driving home - suddenly i saw one world crossing into another, like it did at that one basketball game at washington bible... the good ole days where i lived by government tiled floors older computers and 3D graphics to work on NASA satellite screw plans. taking ideas from one world and bringing it to the next... the blueprints being transfered to cyberspace and feeling it.. ancient age

CICADAS so loud. joel and me traipsing round the grounds eating ice cream and wandering through the tech bldgs, wondering why the world went round... admiring cars, me asking him questions, him still a nerd and brilliant and eversincere. i forget those times i spent with him it was too long ago... now he's a million miles away in i rack

mister hartnett with shining in his eyes telling us about the exciting hours of being in the control station and directing the satellite so alive so many engineers and 3 story garage doors big machines and plastic glasses to wear when we went to look at them...

washington bible... driving on the beltway- past Silver Spring... every early morn drinking coffee talking to Lea or Andrew who would be wearing a funny shirt and swept hair, Lea's smile and coffee shirt, PEBL green phone... sitting in her office, me checking email wasting time and changing the background every five seconds....

micah's sleeping on the couch every time every day after school, mom is cooking ginger again (no mom! no more!) i miss that strong smell.
the light is yellow kyle wants to play video games i have a strong impulse to go outside and juggle with the soccerball. joel is going out again wants me to go to starbucks with him, we go it's evening, so many people he knows. nick drinking a mocha frapp saying something like, "dude... you won't believe what i #$%ing did the other day..."

anna complaining complaining

Reading through the purpose driven life with lauren, walking there with liz, eating green apples, chewing green apple gum, making gun team shirts