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They f**k you up, your mum and dad.

�They may not mean to, but they do.

They fill you with the faults they had

�And add some extra, just for you.

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But they were f**ked up in their turn

�By fools in old-style hats and coats,

Who half the time were soppy-stern

�And half at one another's throats.

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Man hands on misery to man.

�It deepens like a coastal shelf.

Get out as early as you can,

�And don't have any kids yourself.

Answer your critics with silence and indifference. It works better, I assure you, than anger and argument. . . .

Well I guess so...anger does not get us anywhere I guess..Only makes things harder..but what can a person do when all they feel is anger...what are they suppose to do about it....Yeah you can sit in silence, but that does not solve anything either...I guess the only thing left for us to do is "Blog" about it....

� Dear Journal,

�Yeah, so i started playing imvu again ; i dont know since vmk closed i mean there's nothing else to do on my spare time. Even though i miss vmk with all my heart...... imvu is my next game i wonder what they are imagining next. But anyways my sisters boyfriend bruised his hand and he had to go to the hospital cause it was getting swollen but yeah otherwise that i guess my day was you know boring. I had to babysit my cousin yesterday and it was hell oh man kill me. I was suffering so much i cant even believe my mom didnt tell me. But, i guess whatever we had a yard sale and my mom got like 200 and gave my aunt like the whole thing practically. My mom is so annoying she thinks cause i am afraid of being in the spot i dont like to help I FUCKING HATE BEING ON THE SPOT AND SHES SO ANNOYING!!!!!!!!!!! god so i my aunt i wanted to scream at them it got me so mad. WHATEVER well i g2g im getting pretty tired.

�����Peace & love Bri

another dull day nearly over and it's just me and the dog again son's out boyfriend's at work and nothing to watch on tv .house work is even done i must find a better way to fill my time i feel like i'm just wasting my life there has to something more i can do with it just cant figure it out yet leet me know if you have any bright ideas because i'm all out

苏格兰夏日风暴

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�� 夏天的highland，时而深秋时而初冬, 因为我们穿得单薄，总感觉雨后的阳光虽耀眼，但并不温柔。山风虽有些寒冷，好在并不刺骨。陈家三浪人带着第一次camping的忐忑，一到山上就争分夺秒，想在大雨到来之前支起帐篷。我们旁边是一对德国小青年的帐篷，他俩虽然英文不太流利，但笑容极其阳光。看着我们手忙脚乱地看说明书，知道我们是没做过实战演习的新手，便及时发扬“不抛弃，不放弃”的国际人道主义精神赶来帮忙。不到十分钟帐篷顺利竣工。钻进两平米的狭小空间，我们总算尝到风餐露宿的滋味了。敦敦告诉我，缩在睡袋里听风和雨打在帐篷上的声音是很享受的。我对此并无同感，只能羡慕他的乐观主义。一晚上睡过去 ，我那双可怜的脚还是冰凉的，显然，因为进食热量不够，我不幸得了‘高山低体温症’，老公表示同情，但他强调，我已经在家庭范围内享受了VIP待遇，因为考虑到我腰不好，给我买的是高级防潮垫。没法，我只有想想红军两万五。

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�� 山不在高有风则寒, 路不在远有雨则难。 塔米泔实实在在地教训了我们, 我们跃跃欲试地要攀登这座苏格兰第六高山，开始上山的时候雨不大，大家都还中气十足，爬到半山腰, 发生了路线斗争，两个男人地选择了另一条难走的道路, 我想保持体力，选择走容易的路，可万没想到，当我独自走到半山时, 前不着天, 后不着地, 方圆一里无人烟, 手里没手机, 四周出奇地静，真有‘冷山’的女主角的绝望，好在没多久，两个男人突然出现在岔路上，极左路线和极右路线殊途同归。这时雨也越下越大，我们没经验，只穿雨衣，裤子鞋子全部湿透，加上山风一吹，只有咬牙一步一步往前挪的份。挪到山顶的咖啡店，塔米泔三勇士已经精疲力竭，踉跄到洗手间用干手机吹干裤子，然后在冰川地貌环绕的店里捧着热咖啡在暖气边颤抖。下山的锁道车厢里，看到别的登山者的一身行头，才明白这回正是因为我们缺乏经验和智慧，才使我们有机会练练勇气和信念。

"For myself, I genuinely think that one of the real responsibilities of an artist and writer (or, more properly, what I look for in writing and art myself) is a clear, honest communication of what it feels like to be alive to people who haven't been born yet.� There's a unique emotional rudder that literature and art can provide to a consciousness drifting through life -- not something as banal as a roadmap or a rule book - but a sort of sympathetic rut in the road.� And whether that rut is real or imaginary, life ia a lot harder to get through without it."� (p. xviii)

“…[I]f any art is to endure, the effort expended on its creation is usurped (and one hopes eventually dwarfed) by the work’s lasting power.� For example, it takes a few days to read War and Peace, which took Tolstoy a few years to write, but it has survived and grown exponentially in strength through many generations of readers.� Being so faced with eternity, at some point the artist, writer, or cartoonist has to somehow allow his or her work, for lack of any better metaphor, to take on a life of its own – a necessary step tat admits instinct, uncertainty, or faith into the act of creation – what is frequently referred to as ‘taking a risk’ in art.� Sometimes this yielding can lead to complete failure, other times it can lead to something much larger.”(p. xix)

This resonated with me.�� I love that shiver of pleasure and sense of peace when I discover a moment of human experience – even when it is not my own experience – perfectly captured in art.� Perhaps it is the sense of being in a conversation with another mind, outside the prison-house of my own soul.� Or perhaps it is the comfort of knowing that some slice of time, some sliver of the beauty in the world, has been pinned to a�page, and� – however imperfectly and still impermanently – transcended death.�

I haven't posted for a LONG time here!� Let me update you all... I'm over 8 months pregnant (less than 4 weeks to go till my due date) so I haven't been training for a fitness competition or anything like that lately.� But, thinking about it, getting ready to have a baby surprisingly has many similarities to getting ready for a fitness competition... You have to stay fit, eat the right things, do special exercises to help with birth, you get weighed every two weeks by your doctor (not for the same reason you weigh yourself when leaning out for a fitness comp, but still), you have the calendar countdown (3 weeks and 4 days till the big day and counting!), you're obsessed with reading everything to do with babies, birth,� and pregnancy online and in books just as you would be for fitness comps, and of course you join a few forums on the topic, you drive your family and friends nuts obsessing over both, and of course,� your body changes dramatically for both (in different ways!)

I've been keeping up with my workouts throughout the pregnancy, but of course I've lowered the weights, upped the reps, and I don't run for cardio anymore.� Usually I do some sort of elliptical or walking workout for cardio which feels totally lame to me cause I LOVE to run, but it's OK for now I guess!� I also have continued teaching almost all my dance classes at the studio which I think is keeping me fit and sane!�

I have so many goals for once the baby has come and I can start working on my body again.� I can't wait to be hardcore again! I actually hope to compete in a fitness competition in June 2009!� I'll keep you posted!

well i know most people have moved alot even schools well i havent but� when i changed schools i hadnt had any friends i had to try and show my real self and even then no� one was my friend i did a whole term without friends suport i even got bullied under the teachers nose but i didnt cry as soon as i got� home because i learned i didnt need friends to be happy i mean i had all of my family friends and at the end of the day i would just tell them how i was so tired of being a reject i� never told my perants they thought i had friends but i didnt. in term 2 i finally got a friend but she turned out to be a person who just wanted to look good finally she made�new friends and said she was just useing me but thats when i thought just to give up. in the middle of term 2 a new girl came and we became bestest of friends� and now that this year has come i changed classes and made a whole bunch of new friends and i learnt to be tought the hard way.� so let me tell everyone who dosent have friends and no one wants to be their friends never give up

good� night to very one

July 28, 2008

After the Nashville the road show headed to Bristol.� It was great to only have a 4 hour trip to the race track.� Everyone was very excited about this trip as it was the first time the school had ever gone to Bristol.� It is also much different from the other tracks we go to.� It is only a .5 mile track (most others are 1.5 mile) and has some pretty severe banking.� The instructors were all looking forward to driving the track.� The day was pretty light so there would be plenty of time to get in some additional driving.� I had one of the guys take me out for a champ ride.� Usually a champ ride is 3 laps – we did 10.� It was pretty cool – a lot different then the other tracks I have been on.� At one point during the ride we had a little sliding action and went up towards the wall!� When we stop Lois asked if I was scared during the ride.� I said – “no”.� He said well I should have been – he was!� I guess the sliding up towards the wall was not part of the plan.