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I want to believe in God. I can say that I do, today. But there are so many things that keep me from being unsure of myself. friends of mine who constantly push their outlooks on me. I dont do that to them. ughh. I believe in God. I just dont believe in everything with the bible and whatnot. Some stuff just doesnt fit right. but i dont know. =/

Posted By heather On 03.09.2009 @ 6:07 am

wandering through pittsburgh at 5 am, watching his scarf trail in the snow as it piled on the streets and sidewalks. he never noticed, he just kept talking and shouting in the below zero air, waving his hands like he always did, yelling at us to hurry up, keep up, soon we’d find something interesting, or maybe just some warm place to get inside.

Posted By heather On 07.19.2008 @ 1:30 am

She wore a fluttering layer of silkiness, like flowing layers of chocolate that billowed behind her in the crisp sea breeze. You wondered if she smelled like chocolate – some wild combination of dark cacao beans and salt…

Posted By Heather On 07.18.2008 @ 12:53 pm

A cold winter’s day, the wind blows the abandoned paper across the street as she walks to work. It was hard to collect herself this morning for the day’s toils and she will need an extra cup of coffee to face the day.

Posted By Heather On 07.18.2008 @ 6:41 am

Check into your room, bolt the door, kick off your shoes, crawl under the covers, adjust the pillows, and get away from the world. Ahhh….relaxation.

Posted By Heather On 09.23.2009 @ 2:44 pm

the early bird gets the worm I hate mornings but I’m always early for things now I didn’t used to be when I was a kid, but now I guess I’m paranoid about that because of it? Also buses. Buses make you know you have to be early to everywhere. Because you’ll miss the bus if you don’t, but also because you don’t have any control of when you travel exactly.

Posted By Heather On 09.22.2009 @ 9:06 pm

distraction is a offset of concentration. mostly everyting distracts me at one point or another. lights, speech, internal though processes. distractions can be fatal or distractions can be helpful. you should carefully choose when to be distracted because it could destroy your life. i get disracted driving a lot and i am lucky to still be alive. i am usually very distracted in school.

Posted By heather On 09.20.2009 @ 10:59 pm

risisting the goverment can be fatal, but worth while. use your mind and fight for whats right. risist the temptation to be lazy and utilize your mind

Posted By Heather On 09.19.2009 @ 11:35 am

I was guided to the most wonderful boy in the whole world, through hard times and a little luck. He has held my hand and brought me through the night that seemed like it would never end. He is amazing and the most beautiful human being I have ever met in my whole life. I love him! And I couldn’t ever stop.

Posted By Heather On 09.18.2009 @ 7:05 pm

to be lead through the trials, bumps, and lessons of life. walking with my ipod, you see, i took it for a walk, i was guided by good music and greatness. happiness is worth sharing and i am daring…. you.

Posted By heather On 09.18.2009 @ 12:47 pm

I am on a guided journey through life by a blind, deaf, and mute man who doesn’t understand the point of my existence.

Posted By Heather On 09.18.2009 @ 12:00 pm

novel, a book of sorts that is cheaper then it’s hardback counterpart and a heck of a lot easiert to tote around.

Posted By Heather On 09.15.2009 @ 2:30 pm

oh come on this is the word of the day. Adrianna already had this damn word. freaking dumb tv show that aired when I was in my childhood with annoying characters who are even more annoying in person. Seriously with names like blossom and seven what were the writers / producers thinking. Oh and what was up with those dumb hats she work.

Posted By Heather On 09.10.2009 @ 3:06 pm

Horrible. Thoughts enter my mind, not leaving but mating with others until they clutter and multiply. I have no room to think.

Posted By Heather On 09.07.2009 @ 7:12 pm

My best and worst friend at the same time. It keeps me going, on my toes. Wondering, waiting for what is to come. Without it, I do not know who I am. Or what I should feel.

Posted By Heather On 09.07.2009 @ 7:08 pm

is all i feel everyday.

Posted By Heather On 09.07.2009 @ 6:03 pm

collar of a shirt, ring around the collar. I came home, feeling let down at my day, and my husband was right behind me. I give him a long hug, missing him and wanting him to tell me the day would be alright. But it wasn’t. He smelled of perfume, and had lipstick on his collar. I was so mad. I walked inside, and began to dig through the closet.

Posted By Heather On 09.06.2009 @ 4:44 pm

Broken home. Divorce. My parents are divorced, but I would never consider myself someone who comes from a broken home. I hear broken home and I think fighting, disaster, an awful childhood. But mine was wonderful and even though they are divorced, my parents maintain a great realtionship with us kids and each other.

Posted By Heather On 12.20.2008 @ 4:07 am

long and concrete and almost neverending, the sidewalk can take you anywhere you want to go it seems, and then suddenly it will end for no reason at all and there will be nothing.

Posted By Heather On 12.12.2008 @ 8:32 am

I think of camping. I think of my best friend Jason. I think about how he camps every weekend. I don’t go with him. Mostly because he camps naked. It gets weird. “Gear” gets into all sorts of scenarios that I don’t want to imagine. I like the word though. It makes me happy. I also think of shoes.

Posted By Heather On 12.07.2008 @ 10:21 am

He held me in my arms and I felt safe. It wasn’t a feeling I was used to. I had been lost and confused for so long, seeking comfort in all of the wrong places. But this was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Warm and cared for. I felt that nothing bad could ever happen. He kissed the back of my neck and whispered “I love you”, but then he was gone. Vanished like the wind. It was only his breath on the back of my neck.

Posted By Heather On 11.22.2008 @ 12:48 pm

Depends on who’s telling the vows. What are their morals? Their goals? Their secret ambitions? What are they most afraid of? What do they really want and desire out of the vows.

Posted By Heather On 07.09.2009 @ 6:15 am

Man, getting spun, boy that can be quite interesting. Depending on your type of spun. You can spin in circles, over and over and over and feel extremely spun… or you can be one of those worthless people who get spun on harrible drugs, take you pic.

Posted By heather On 07.08.2009 @ 5:31 am

My daughter has a stereo in her room which plays her lullaby’s to help her sleep better at night. Sometimes it gets really annoying because it is on repeat. I may stop doing that.

Posted By Heather On 09.03.2009 @ 7:53 pm

licorice tastes like poop

Posted By heather On 09.03.2009 @ 6:45 am

Yuck! Horrible….tongue coiling up upon itself! But only the black licorice….reds okay…but weird sticky teeth! Is that suppose to be fun? I’m not so sure.

Posted By Heather On 09.02.2009 @ 8:24 pm

Delicious. I love them, especially twizzlers. They taste like heaven, and if Alan Rickman were a food item he’d probably come in a nice variety of licorice. Yummy. :D I want some right now!!! :D

Posted By Heather On 09.02.2009 @ 11:51 am

disgusting. horrid. ugly. I want my boyfriend to quit. I hate the way the breath tastes after he smokes. Ughhhh.

Cigarette’s are the devil.

Posted By Heather On 09.02.2009 @ 11:49 am

yuck. they stink up my hair when I go to the bar. something about the taste of cigs and beer turns me on. 20 in a pack. New FIRE SAFE! Electronic? WTF. nicotine patch. nicorette. they kill millions of people a year.

Posted By Heather On 09.01.2009 @ 1:56 pm

One time when I was at band camp, I slept with the teacher… no I really didn’t. I didn’t go to band camp and I was 23 when I lost my virginity. It wasn’t with a teacher either. It was with the kid from Over the Top… he was a grown up by then.

Posted By Heather On 08.28.2009 @ 10:40 pm