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| Monday, March 17th, 2008 | | 2:22 pm |
Decauter was a lot of fun. I really like it there. I had a strange dream last night. I was at this big bull fighting arena where these native women were preforming this ritual where they scarifice one of the women to the main bull. they choose to scarafice me so they threw me in. all the other bulls ran away while this big one came and it was supposed to trample me so I couldnt run away then it was supposed to bite off my nose and eat it to see if I was a good enough sacrafice. He ran me over, but it didnt hurt cause he just jumpped over me. I was too scared to move. then he acted like he took a bite of my nose then said i was good enough. all the sudden we were in an attic where he was supposed to eat me and drink my blood. While we were in the attic he told me that he was Napolean from Animal Farm. He said he didnt want to eat me or hurt me at all. He actually wanted to escape with me because it turns out that they were holding his captive there. We heard some of the native men coming so I hid in the closet and pretended like I was dead. They found out I wasnt and they beat the bull and said that when they came back that there should be nothing but bones left. They left and we escaped out of the window together. | | Thursday, February 28th, 2008 | | 1:14 am |
| | Sunday, February 3rd, 2008 | | 1:02 am |
Acute myocardial infarction (AMI or MI), more commonly known as a heart attack, is a medical condition that occurs when the blood supply to a part of the heart is interrupted, most commonly due to rupture of a vulnerable plaque. The resulting ischemia or oxygen shortage causes damage and potential death of heart tissue. It is a medical emergency, and the leading cause of death for both men and women all over the world. Important risk factors are a previous history of vascular disease such as atherosclerotic coronary heart disease and/or angina, a previous heart attack or stroke, any previous episodes of abnormal heart rhythms or syncope, older age—especially men over 40 and women over 50, smoking, excessive alcohol consumption, the abuse of certain drugs, high triglyceride levels, high LDL ("Low-density lipoprotein") and low HDL ("High density lipoprotein"), diabetes, high blood pressure, obesity, and chronically high levels of stress* in certain persons.
*like getting ready to sell a house and move/build a new one | | Friday, February 1st, 2008 | | 11:43 am |
I have found that one of my pet peeves would be when people describe were they are going and they say I'm going "down" to Chicago. You're going north. Thats up. Texas is not up, its down. It makes sense to me. The snow makes me want to go take pictures of it. Even though I know that they will all come out very mediocre and I will be the only one to ever look at them, I still want to do it. | | Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008 | | 10:45 am |
My dad has been going thorough this weird phase lately. He buys all these things from this strange sporting magazine. So far he has bought these hats from Hungary. They smelled really musty and they were really strange old and cheaply made. He couldn't buy just one of them, he had to buy three because thats the way the come. Then he bought these olive green jackets from Czechoslovakia. They are really militant looking and also very cheaply made with strings hanging off of them at every button. Besides his strange buying habits and his usually weird behavior, he has decided that on February 1st our house will be on the market. We have the lot that we want to build on, but my dad wants to buy another house to live in for a year or two while we are building on the lot. And now that we are so close to moving, where have all these ghost stories come from?!? I had a really weird dream last night. I was told I only have 5 days or less to live. So I was writing letters to everyone I knew to tell them how much I loved them and that I was going to miss them. Then Mandi came over to my house and we were going to go to Target but instead of getting in the car with her she made me/i jumped up there on my own ride on the top of the car. Kinda like Death Proof style, but on the roof, not the hood. I thought we were going ot Target, but instead she just drove around and took really fast turns and I almost fell off. At a stoplight I jumped off and get into the front seat but it was on the drivers side. She took my home and I went up to my room to finish letter and Kayla was in my room. I was going to tell her my secret, but then she went on and on about her self and she didn't want to party/go out with me because she was too busy laying around my room doing nothing. She fell asleep and I found a bowl in her bag. I proceeded to smoke what was left in it, about 2 hits, then her cell phone rang. It was her "step mom". She started telling me about this really awesome weed that she has. It came in a huge cigarette box with weed-filled cigarettes. I tapped out the cash and all these "weed" cigarette butts fell out. I tried to throw them into a trash can full of water. Then I tried to hide the trashcan in my closet. Then I woke up.
Marijuana To see, smell or use marijuana in your dream, suggests that you are experiencing an expanded sense of awareness and consciousness. You need to take advantage and draw insight from this new consciousness. The dream may also mean that you need to look on your inner strength for stimulation instead of relying on outside forces. Automobile
To dream that you are riding in an automobile, signifies that even in pleasant situations, you will still be restless and uneasy. To dream that you nearly escape from the impact of an automobile, denotes that you will successfully overcome any rivalry. Dying *Please See Die. Die To dream that you die in your dream, symbolizes inner changes, transformation, self-discovery and positive development that is happening within you or in your life. Although such a dreams may bring about feelings of fear and anxiety, it is no cause for alarm and is often considered a positive symbol. Dreams of experiencing your own death usually means that big changes are ahead for you. You are moving on to new beginnings and leaving the past behind. These changes does not necessarily imply a negative turn of events. Metaphorically, dying can be seen as an end or a termination to your old ways and habits. So, dying does not always mean a physical death, but an ending of something. On a negative note, to dream that you die may represent involvement in deeply painful relationships or unhealthy, destructive behaviors. You may feeling depressed or feel strangled by a situation or person in your waking life. Perhaps your mind is preoccupied with someone who is terminally ill or dying. Alternatively, you may be trying to get out of some obligation, responsibility or other situation. To see someone dying in your dream, signifies that your feelings for that person are dead or that a significant change/loss is occurring in your relationship with that person. Alternatively, you may want to repress that aspect of yourself that is represented by the dying person. Current Mood:  cold | | Sunday, January 6th, 2008 | | 12:02 am |
oh yeah, merry christmas, & happy new year. | | Friday, December 14th, 2007 | | 11:28 pm |
you know, im not dumb. actions speak louder than words. | | Wednesday, November 14th, 2007 | | 11:06 am |
I really didn't think this was going to happen. I miss you. good bye. | | Thursday, June 14th, 2007 | | 10:53 pm |
One of the hardest things ever is having two groups of friends that dont get along. when ever I try to hang out with one of them feel like im getting left out of the other, and at the same time I have to watch what I say becuase its completely taboo to say anything about my other group of friends. : / | | 12:30 pm |
I'm like making my own self sick by stresing out way to much. With orientation today and then the movies tomorrow. I feel like throwing up. or maybe its because I havent eaten anything in a while... Current Mood: worried | | Monday, June 11th, 2007 | | 1:51 pm |
I wanted to apoligize for being so bitchy about caleb lately. I've finaly realized that I don't need him as a friend if hes going to keep treating me this way. Being single is really fun. We went to Taco Bell last night in collinsville around 1. To make a long story short, I ended up with his number. It was really funny. I dumbly called him and noe he has mine. For some reason I also called Devon. I dont really know how I feel about him. He just came too soon after caleb that I just didn't want to mess with it. He said it was weird that I called him. He seemed kinda happy that I did though. | | Saturday, June 2nd, 2007 | | 12:10 am |
writing gets alot off of my chest. I kinda like it. | | Monday, May 21st, 2007 | | 9:48 pm |
I just want to know if he still cares about me the way i care about him. does he really still want to be my friend or is he only answering my calls and talking to me to be nice? does he think WTO is prettier than me? Why can't i stop thinking about him. It feels like everwhere i turn i see people in love. or atleast acting like they are. I miss him. alot. I just wish we could all be like we were before. all of us. together. I want everyone to be able to hang out. love each other. not acting. honestly caring for each other. When ever I am with him i fight the urge to hold his hand. to be next to him. Then she comes. and maybe its just me, but he changes. he smiles. like she makes him happier than i could. even when we were going out. | | Saturday, March 10th, 2007 | | 3:33 pm |
Ladwig 1 Anna Ladwig English 12 H 12 March 2007 Anna Henry It was 7:45 in the evening and the sun was already about to go out. The phone started to ring. It was Mandi, my best friend. She started coughing. “I told you that you needed to quit smoking.” I said. She retaliated with a “Yeah, yeah. You wanna go to Anna Henry with me and Rob tonight?” A shiver went down my spine. I don’t know what if is about abandoned nursing homes that intrigues her so much. “You know that place creeps me out.” “Yeah, but…” “Fine, I’ll go with you. I just don’t want to get another call from you in the back of a cop car.” “Okay, me and Rob will pick you up in about five minuets.” I frantically threw on the first pair of black pants and black shirt that I could find. I really didn’t want to go, but I hate knowing that Mandi is in trouble. Before I knew it Rob’s silver jeep liberty was in my drive way honking. I jumped in the car and got a big whiff of Rob’s Armani cologne. Rob’s a good guy, but sometimes doesn’t watch what he says and ends up making a very offensive comment. He speaks Italian, French and Romanian. He only uses his Italian when Mandi asks for crass or vulgar words to yell at people. Ladwig 2 We pulled up into Anna Henry’s parking lot. Rob’s lights are shining into the windows. We sat and stared waiting for something to happen. Mandi is the first one to jump out; Rob and I slowly get out of the car. Looking at Mandi, I see that she is wearing the same old jeans with the patched up crotch and the same sweatshirt covered in patches. Mandi is a very opinionated person. From animal rights to pro-choice rallies, Mandi is an anarchist with a care for everyone she meets. “Mandi, when was the last time you took a shower?” I asked. “uhh…” Mandi thought out loud. Rob chimed in, “It’s sad when you actually have to think about how long ago it was that you took a shower.” “Probably about three weeks ago.” Mandi answered ignoring Rob’s comment. “That’s so gross!” Rob yelled. I look at Rob. He’s wearing his favorite black Pea coat. The one he freaks out about if anyone touches with their ‘dirty’ hands. His darker Romanian skin stands out next to Mandi’s pale face, even with all that dirt on her neck, Rob is still darker than Mandi. We go to the windows and Mandi slides her dirty fingernails under the cracked window pane. The window slides up easily and Mandi jumps right inside. Rob goes next. He eases his way in and slowly ducks, acting like it’s a game of Operation and can’t touch anything. “My friend Jake told me that there’s a basement! We have to find the basement!” Mandi yelled as she ran out of the small room we were in and down the long hallway. Ladwig 3 Ro and I clung to each other. Everything we covered with a thick layer of dust. The only ting I could smell was the heavy scent of Rob’s expensive cologne. With his thick black hair and big brown eyes, he was most of a teddy bear for me to hold on to than my big strong protector. Mandi came up and led us into another patient’s room. Inside was a bulletin board covered in a sad bunch of drawings and what looked like scribbles. We found one that read ‘I love you Grandma.’ Rob started sneezing, “It’s all this dusty, I have bad allergies.” Mandi sat down in a wheelchair and started rolling around acting like a zombie. Sometimes she gets too carried away with things. She ran into the door frame and a part of it fell down with a loud bang and a big cloud of dust. Rob screamed like a girl and squeezed my arm a little tighter. It was then I realized that he was more afraid than I was. Mandi just laughed and wheeled herself out and down the hallway. “Hold it right there young lady.” A voice boomed creating silence. A police officer stepped out of the darkness with a gun drawn, but lowered it as soon as he saw who the intruders were. I could feel Rob’s sharp gasps on the back of my neck. I think he might have wet himself but it was too dark to tell. The officer led us outside through the neatly opened door and out to his cruiser. He handcuffed each one of us and sat us in the back of his car. Rob started crying. “What are you crying for? Your dad has so much money, bail is like pocket change to him. You’ll be able to afford the best lawyer you can find. My dad is going to be so mad. I’m still haven’t finished paying him back from the time I got arrested for shoplifting.” Mandi said a little annoyed. Ladwig 4 We got to the station and we al called our parents. Mine were gone on a trip and were not home. Rob’s parents had gone out for the night and had come home a little too drunk. Mandi’s dad, Bob, had just gotten off his shift from Granite City Steel and was on his way home. When he arrived at the station had had great bags under his eyes. Above his bags was so much disappoint in his eyes it was almost unbearable. Most all his hair was gone and what hair that was there had already turned grey long ago. Only one of his tall knee socks was still pulled up all the way, the other one hung sadly at half mast. He dug his big calloused hands into his pocket and shelled out the on hundred and fifty dollars apiece for bail. We were all released and with a loud sigh Bob said, “Get in the car, I’m taking you all home.” We took Rob home first, all the way to the back of his fancy subdivision; the kind of subdivision where they tell you what mailboxes you can and can’t have, or how often to water the lawn, or what kind of privacy fence you can get. Rob got out the car and thanked Bob. He gave Mandi and me a hug knowing that he would not be able to see us for a while. “Your parents aren’t home, are they?” Bob asked me. “No,” I said, “They won’t be home until next week.” “You can spend the night at our house tonight.” Bob said shaking his head. We took the small winding road back to their house. It was now 1:26 A.M.. “Mandi,” Bob said worn out, “Go to your room.” Our little night of fun had turned into to a big disaster. | | Wednesday, March 7th, 2007 | | 10:26 pm |
My head hurts so bad right now. Sorry if ive been acting weird of cranky lately, i always get strange right before my period. im so excted about the paper we have to wirte in english, ill post it once im done. i think its good. it kinda makes me think about becoming a writer. i hate hate hate writing resarch papers and i dont like writing for the paper beucase deadlines make me nervous. but writing a creative story is lots of fun. i just dont have a lot of self confidence so i dont know if people would really like what i woudl wright if i did become a writer. sorry for the bad spelling, its dark and i cant see what im typeing very well... and i just plain suck at slepping. | | Friday, March 2nd, 2007 | | 7:15 am |
I'm shadowing Corey Goodman!!! yesss!! | | Monday, February 26th, 2007 | | 4:04 pm |
shooooooow
Play pratice is really not as bad as you would think for me. I mean.. I am crow #1, but for the most part I don't do anything at pratice. ever. I sit and play games, but its actually really fun. i get to hang out with people I love hanging out with. and play games when jeeninga isnt looking. Tara has an amazing voice, Shes really cute too. I really can't wait for the play because everyone in it is really good. Ben is amazing, Caleb makes a perfect tin man, and Kyle is a great scarecrow. Lately I've been really happy. Things have been going so great for me lately. | | Wednesday, February 21st, 2007 | | 4:21 pm |
its been almost 2 years. I take no responsibility for what i posted then. shit. i was stupid. | | Tuesday, July 19th, 2005 | | 9:00 pm |
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