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Name: Brittany
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Abilene
Gender: Female
Interests: Jesus, music, art, books, poetry, writing, photography
Expertise: indecisiveness, having bad social skills, being a hypocrite, procrastination, clumsiness
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  cellardoorways
Yahoo:  jade_faerie
Member Since:
10/4/2005
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| I don't know if I spelled that right. Anyway, I got my own domain name, so please go check it out. Updates on this Xanga will now cease, effective immediately.
http://www.cellardoorway.com/
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| I'm going to be twenty years old in two months.
I don't even know what to think about that.
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| I don't know what to do with my numerous blogs anymore. I don't want to use this to keep in touch with people I don't see much - I don't like electronic-only friendships. Just call me if you want to know what's going on. My life is too full right now for stuff like Facebook and Xanga and whatever anyway. But it's an empty kind of full. You know?
I'll take a page from Lauren's book and just leave you with some Anna Nalick.
Driving away from the wreck of the day
and the light's always red in the rearvview
Desperately close to a coffin of hope
I'd cheat destiny just to be near you
If this is giving up, then I'm giving up
If this is giving up, then I'm giving up, giving up
On love, on love
Driving away from the wreck of the day
And I'm thinking 'bout calling on Jesus
'Cause love doesn't hurt so I know I'm not falling in love
I'm just falling to pieces
"Wreck of the Day" - Anna Nalick
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| My Literary Theory assignment is making me cry, literally. It's
an excellent class and an amazing professor (which makes it quite
worse), but I just don't know what he wants in this assignment. This is the first time I can ever remember where I just didn't get it.
Philosophy, fine, I got it, how to construct meaning, yes, got that
too, I understand what the text is saying, but for some reason I just
don't know what I'm supposed to do with it.
[takes very deep breath and clicks back over to Microsoft Word]
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Well, this day's been crazy,
but everything's happened on schedule,
from the rain and the cold
to the drink that I spilled on my shirt.
'Cause You knew how You'd save me
before I fell dead in the garden,
and You knew this day
long before You made me out of dirt.
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