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I trained someone today, spent four hours explaining how to do a job. Not just today though, I’ve done this every day for almost two months now. It will be great when the training is finshed because then they will be taking my job and I will be laid off. Got to love companies moving operations to other countries!

Posted By Melissa On 02.26.2009 @ 6:02 am

you can install many things on a computer or laptop. for example, programs, music, movies, pictures… viruses.

Posted By melissa On 02.23.2009 @ 1:55 pm

People think you’re crazy. You’re not crazy. Just different. Why put those confined jackets on you, they do no good. Stop it. Why am I so different from you? We all have a different thought process, why must mine be wrong? I don’t think it is. I think you just don’t understand.

Posted By melissa On 02.21.2009 @ 7:10 pm

salt, dry lips, salty. yours. mine? both? mixed in sea water and laughs and even worse sand, we share it. the gut wrenching, head spinning feeling of love.

Posted By melissa On 04.19.2009 @ 2:52 am

This place was like an infection, its sickness was the bitterness that spread through everyone that worked here. The angry, the despair, the feelings of ……………

Posted By Melissa On 04.18.2009 @ 7:06 am

disease D:

Posted By Melissa On 04.17.2009 @ 7:39 pm

Jane rummaged through her bag to find her passport but failed. “Why now?” She mentally screamed at herself. She started throwing things out of her bag. Useless things like staplers and mirrors and paper bags, things she didn’t really need anymore.

Posted By Melissa On 04.17.2009 @ 6:25 am

I don’t have one of those. Even though I need one to go to Egypt. If we go through Canada, will I need one? you’d think so. Whatever. That kid is so gay… You know it

Posted By Melissa On 04.16.2009 @ 9:43 pm

We went to Spain, enjoyed the culture. No one had to see my passport photo but the airport officials. That’s a good thing, trust me. Shopping, food, clothes, people, smiles and loving my sister and grandfather. It was a break from problems, a break from America. It was wonderful.

Posted By Melissa On 04.16.2009 @ 9:16 pm

Sometimes, when I am driving down the highway I just feel like I should keep driving. I don’t want to get off to go to work, or even to go home. I just want to keep driving and see where I would end up. Maybe the only thing that stops me is that I don’t have a passport?

Posted By Melissa On 04.16.2009 @ 6:32 pm

I think of a general in a army. In a way it could be a sad word.

Posted By Melissa On 04.15.2009 @ 7:44 pm

i feel very disconnected from everyone. i dont know why or how to reconnect but its very stressful. i want to open up to people but im either to scarred to because i dont want to cry or i feel too bad to because i dont want to burden them with my shit or annoy them by complaining.

Posted By melissa On 04.14.2009 @ 11:01 pm

Provide me with love, provide me with peace. Provide for me. Fill me with everything and keep it to a maximum. Provide me with everything I need. Love me, and I’ll provide for you.

Posted By Melissa On 04.07.2009 @ 11:05 pm

a square is not a circle. it has four sides. it is a type of rectangle. but this rectangle has equal sides. a regular rectangle may not have equal sides. all the angles in a square are 90 degrees

Posted By Melissa On 04.06.2009 @ 2:33 pm

It is a shame how schools and such have to even deal with such a thing as suspending children form schools. The world’s become bad now, and we’re not even allowed to whip them for their terrible actions. That seemed to get them. None really care about being suspended. And yet it feels like its called suspend for a reason. To suspend someone isn’t meant to sound like a good thing to begin with

Posted By melissa On 11.16.2008 @ 3:16 pm

CAR My moms car=] windy it’s awesome

gets kinda cold close the top, don’t want inside of the car to get wet =]=]

sebring, porshe, corvett……

hard top.

hahah. uhm…….. car?

Posted By melissa On 11.12.2008 @ 4:03 pm

A convertible is a car that can be converted from an ordinary car to a mid-life crisis car. When most people think of convertible, they likely think of bald heads, wind, messy hair, and the color “Candy Apple Red.” If you’re going to do something, do it all the way, I say. Convertibles are lame.

Posted By Melissa On 11.11.2008 @ 8:49 pm

is this like the only word they have? really really?

Posted By melissa On 11.08.2008 @ 5:45 pm

i just did this one 0.0

Posted By melissa On 11.07.2008 @ 2:40 pm

mooooo. lol its spotted, black and white, milky. and yummy. hahah their ugly and cute at the same time!!!

moo mooo mooo.

hahah cow farmy. harvest moon =]

moo moo moo moo moo moo moo.

=]=] cows! milk! beef! yay!

lol um……. choclate milk

Posted By melissa On 11.07.2008 @ 2:39 pm

gentleness is a great quality, gentle people have lots of friends – that are so kind and beatiful their personalities shine because they are nice! plus gentle animals are the ones that get adopted the fastest cause they don;t try to bite your face off!! that is amazing. i wish i was gentle just yesterday i almost bit someones face off.

Posted By melissa On 10.30.2008 @ 10:34 pm

the gentle breeze filled me with peace as I gazed out over the valley. It had been years since I had stood on that mountaintop and the feeling if being home again was overwhelming. What had I been thinking to move so far away from my beloved mountains? There is nothing more beautiful than the white mists rising out of the valley in the early morning sun. How blessed I have been in my life just to have this scene in my memory.

Posted By Melissa On 10.29.2008 @ 6:42 pm

not Robert Frost…not again. maybe a hansel and gretel losing my breadcrumbs path–that’s more my style. think now, regret later.

Posted By melissa On 10.23.2008 @ 7:14 am

He began stepping up the latter. He felt horribly; he had been jumping around, practising his guitar. There was no way he was telling the other members of his band that he got this into it. With a reddened face, he changed the broken light bulb.

Posted By Melissa On 10.16.2008 @ 1:41 pm

He sat upon his newly aqcuired thrown. He was finally king. It had come at the cost of his fathers life, but he knew he would not fail his family’s tradition of greatness. The crown was placed gently on his head.

Posted By Melissa On 10.15.2008 @ 6:59 am

a symbol of royalty. It’s amazing that a symbol that is worn with prestigue is the item that the soliders used to shame Jesus at the time of his crucifixion. How ironic, and yet he redeems

Posted By Melissa On 10.13.2008 @ 11:12 pm

we left that night. we weren’t expecting to get very far. the jet landed at the terminal in less than an hour. we grabbed our bags and made out into the dark night. the air was warm, but chilly. i could feel the darkness of the night getting into my bones. this felt wrong, this felt so wrong. but what else was there to do? we couldn’t reverse this–we just couldn’t. what’s been done is done, right? wrong. i knew we could change something. but we were leaving. we were leaving and we could never come back. and that thought haunted me more than any dark night air that could infiltrate my thick parka sweater.

Posted By melissa On 10.12.2008 @ 7:45 pm

Anticipation. Whether going home to reunite or off to some great destination to get away. Excitement. Always love the feeling of coming down. Close to home.

Posted By Melissa On 10.08.2008 @ 1:18 pm

i love hillsthey make me happy it reminds me of that movie with do a deer oh yeah it’s sound of music there were lots of hills. they’re fun to ride down on your bike but not fun to ride up you know? i hate walking or running up hills that’s why when i’m on the eliptical or the treadmill i never put it on the hill setting becaause i don’t like it. i had a crush on a boy in high school who’s last name is hill

Posted By melissa On 10.07.2008 @ 10:19 am

we sat there for a while. listening, waiting, watching. we didn’t know what to expect. the sun kind of slanted down towards the leaves, casting reflections of its rays towards us. for a moment, as i glanced at him, i wondered if there would be any future for the both of us. maybe there would be something there–perhaps within that sunny island wonderland, we could find our moment of solitude and peace. i waited and waited. finally, he spoke. “do you see that tree over there?” i nodded. “it reminds me of you.” i felt my heart skip a beat. “how so?” i asked, hands sweaty. “it’s stable. solid. concrete.”

Posted By melissa On 10.06.2008 @ 7:09 pm