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October 2004
The Mountain's Secret
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Name: Marie
aka: CityKat
aka: Bubbles
Age: 18 - eek! I'm old...
Birthday: December 13
Zodiac: Sagittarius
Location: The box that is campus.
Loves: RH;MIT, music, friends, the outdoors, all of my hometowns, critters, WAGGGS
Fellow Tin Soldiers
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Chicken Soup For The Souless -What goes on in Jesse's brain, nobody knows...
In ThE Tub WiTh SquIsHy -Christina's log, so just keep swimming!.
Lean On Me -Regan's digital and cryonable shoulder.
Manitoulin Wannabe -The heart of the island's where her heart lies.
One Ring... -Ali's blog. Her straight forward is kinda crooked.
Random Thoughts -It’s Jeff! And the voices!.
Searching in the Darkness -Lex's blog, we'll force him to see dawn one of these days.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow -It’s Kuriosity!
Super Spidey -A cookie and a kiss.
The World of Cr0magnus -Tech Reincarnated
Undead and Confused -My favourite Cool Kid!
Moutains and Valleys
Fun Links
Chris's Site -Games, Pics, Jokes... He's got it. And BESS can't get him.
F-Concept! Oi!Oi!Oi! -Leader's only!... okay, and Josh and Bubble!
havesomehats -All I'm saying is; elephants, checkered people, and top hats.
Sinfest -Funny as Hell. Thanks to Lex for getting me hooked.
Too Far North (Awesome)!! -The best band there ever was! (Okay, that might be stetching it, but hey we love you guys!) It consists of a lack of independant brain power and a collective love for music!
Blog Shares -Who's winning today?
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Wind soars through my hair, I glide to safety on a roof top across the street. Like Superman I fly from building to building, my sidekick beside me. It's a pity I never really liked Amy/Cynthia/Margaret (her name changed a few times :.S). I still don't really like her, but only because she wotn grow up, she lives as a child and doesn't believe in the weight of some issues.
It was so long ago that everyone ignored me, even her. I could prove it everyonce in a while. I'd run crying from the class because someone had pulled yet another prank, and I'd hide. And wait. Wait for someone to notice, wait for someone to care. But they never came. Eventually, after the bell had rang the teacher would notice I was missing while taking the attendance and send someone to look for me. I only had three hiding spots, and yet it took them an hour sometimes to find me as I cried and sobbed until there were no tears left to cry. They would find me, then yell at me for scaring them. Eventually I'd slump back to class, slowly, not able to answer any questions because my throat was so dry, not able to see through my dried up eyes, and not being able to think, my mind straying to the sweet taste of salty tears.
It was so long ago.
I left that eventually, two friends helped pull me out of it. Friends. It was a new word to me, one I'd never used before. They were more like angels, who flew on silver wings and shone with brilliance. Angels who liked me for who I am, who realized that in my years of torment and sadness I'd grown up to be more mature than I should have been. Angels who had also cried the tears and lived the life I had. Angels pulled me out of that world.
But that was so long ago.
My angels left, and I moved away. They no longer wear halos of silver, no longer soar with loving hearts on shining wings. Things changed, we all changed. We were a trio of angels no more. Not like we ever were. We were only ever the best of friends. But now I'm too far away, I've started over. Fearing the life I once lived would return. And them, my angel-friends, they've changed as well, we no longer talk and laugh and conspire. We no longer love all things, we've lost our touch. We can't ever again be angels, we're no longer innocent.
So long ago.
I feared that old life would come back. I tormented myself with stories of old, with thoughts of things that might come. With the past. But soon I came to see a few more angels. No, they didn't shine, and they didn't wear halos. They were most certainly not innocent (except that one). Most of them were just friends, the best kind of angel. And one, she still shone, she still does. And I hope she never stops, though she falters more now. We try to help her, but we've lost our innocence, she retains hers. Here I am not the me of old. Here I am surrounded by angels.
Now.
Surrounded by angels. Though I feel as if their backs are turned, and their hands grab all. They feel useless, when their presence is all that's needed. They feel useless and take all those things I used to do. I have nothing left. I have no one who confides in me, no jobs that need doing, no confusing homework. They've turned their backs and left me with nothing.
Or so I feel. For I know it's no the truth, but I can't help but feel it. I can't help but feel that I no longer have a purpose, no longer have a life. I am no more. Or so I feel.
Please, I pray goddess, let the angels always shine. Let them share their love with all. And let them live forever. I was one once, but that was so long ago now.
*hugs*
Thinking about something too much is often it's undoing.
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Marie, Alex...Neither one of you is an angel fallen from glory. You are both angels to me, along with a number of others. You both have good heads on your shoulders, good spirits inside, are clear eyed, and you BOTH have a lot of potential. Potential is the ability to get to where YOU want to go, to be who you want to be. You can both do that. I have every confidence in both of you. Like I said, you are both angels to me. Your wings may be heavy right now, but hang on, and they will lighten. "And if my smile gets old and faded, Wait around I'll smile again" Understand?
*hugs to both of you* Take care. Love you.
Oh, and Ali...Quelque jour j'espere que je te rencontre. Je ter manque toujours...J'espere. Je ne crois pas que vous etes un ange perdu, ou tombe. Je ne crois pas. *hugs*
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REGS - October 21, 2004, 9:08 a
Welcome to My Life
You're surrounded by so many angels, but I am the devil, a wolf in sheeps clothing, trying to fit in, but i'm a square block in a triangular hole. I don't fit.
You're my angel, and an angel for at least one other person I know in particular. How funny that we have the same first two initials, him and I. Your light shines, and never let it be dampered, ever.
I am the Devil, the angel fallen from glory. Don't end up like me, you have so much more potential. You could really be somebody, so don't waste it.
Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.
You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care.
About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.
And you may not find any
you'll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you'll head straight out of town.
It's opener there
in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen,
don't worry. Don't stew.
Just go right along.
You'll start happening too.
OH!
THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!
You'll be on your way up!
You'll be seeing great sights!
You'll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.
You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don' t
Because, sometimes, you won't.
I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.
You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.
You'll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.
And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked.
A place you could sprain both you elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...
...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
NO!
That's not for you!
Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.
With banner flip-flapping,
once more you'll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of a guy!
Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. there are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they don't.
Because, sometimes, they won't.
I'm afraid that some times
you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you.
All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you'll be quite a lot.
And when you're alone, there's a very good chance
you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.
But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.
On and on you will hike
and I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.
You'll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You'll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3 / 4 percent guaranteed.)
KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!
So...
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So...get on your way!
---Dr. Seuss
*great big Biff Hug*
Alexander J. Verbree
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Biff - October 20, 2004, 8:38 p
don't ever believe that i am not here if you need to laugh or cry or conspire. i may not be highest on your list, because i know very little of this new life you have crafted for yourself, but don't forget me.
you're right. we have moved on and lost that close touch we had. we have new lives as highschool progresses. you have your crowd, i have mine and she has hers. we are only linked by a past bond of fellowship.
may your goddess and mine keep this link from crumbling under the weight of new paths and bright futures.
*hugs*
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arwenevenstar - October 20, 2004, 7:44 p
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