“To think! Bill Gates has the same amount of times as we do, and look at where he is! I don’t want to switch places with anyone else. I want to be myself. I’m not narcissistic or anything, I would miss myself if I was someone else. I can’t imagine life as anyone else but me.”
away from you and to something new. changing direction, changing my mind. choosing something better. new ness, and the unknown. new prospects. replacement and substitution, caused from disappointment or dissatisfaction. constantly switching, constantly replacing and substituting.
switching reminds me of my mind going back and forth. one day i’m happy. one day i want to killy myself. things are always changing. i had to load the ppaper. that’s why i didn’t get to write much about this subject.
why am i happy one day and so sad another? why does my mind change when i hear different advice from other people? i am definitely aware of this, but don’t know why and how i operate. i’m really like the water. so flexible, but not so strong.
It’s been 8 months, I think, and I can see both paths so clearly. The one I’m on, and the one that begins at her feet. What seemed impossible now seems close; what seemed invisible now seems clear. Now I know that her path is so much closer to my own than I had ever thought.
transforming into something. gears. turning off the light. changing clothes. tunes. methods of play. channels. The last time I switched something, it didn’t work — the light. I think the bulb is burnt. I’ve yet to change it. I actually don’t plan to change it. But I always think that the light will turn on when I flip the switch.
back and forth through the lanes of traffic, swerving between other moving vehicles changing places with another. taking ones spot. taking the spot that someone needs to fill for life to keep on moving forward the way it always has.
you would like to have an ability to switch from world to world, from universe to universe. Switching is a cool ability that everybody dream of. Would you like to be able to switch between male and female?
switching people. switching back and forth. people switching back and forth. Outside they’re one person, inside they’re another. They put on a facade for the world.
I like change, I embrace change. That is a personal choice that could be beneficial for many people if taken into reality. I love the roller coaster of life and every new glimmer of light it brings.
Switching from back and forth, decisons decision. I want to know where my future is taking me but my mind cannot make up its damn mind. I want to keep my head straight but i am no longer sure what to do. The on and off switch on my wall reminds me of where my head is at.
Sometimes I think about switching the direction my life is going. What I’m doing now is what the old me wanted. The stable me. The sensible me. The me that desired to love and follow Jesus. But for some reason, the me that lives in my body right now has a hard time desiring those things. The me living in my body now doesn’t really desire to know God or become more Christlike. Instead, she just wants to live out her fantasies without consequences, push the envelope, and “live it up”. The world tells me I can do it without facing any real consequences. But in my heart of hearts, I know that’s a lie. I know that I can’t live that way without hurting myself and others emotionally, damaging myself even more than I already have, etc… eventually, I’m going to have to put those desires in the back seat. Actually, I’m going to have to do that soon. Like now, pretty much. I’ve been deceived. I know that, but I don’t believe it. I believe that physical intimacy, a guy’s attention, popularity, alcohol, and a lack of responsibility or accountability will make me happy. I don’t believe that giving up sin to follow Jesus and become more like Him will. But if I’m honest with myself, I know I’m believing lies. I just wish it were easier to change my desires. I wish I could switch my desire for things that I know are bad for me (the things that will only disappoint me and leave me empty in the long run), with a desire for the things I know I need (the things that can truly bring me joy). I wish I could believe the things I know.
I didn’t know it then, but he did. It wasn’t like we’d talked about it. It wasn’t as if our paths had crossed so often that we’d come together to chat, to plan, to make our brilliance a reality. But it was there in the back of both our minds, just waiting. Somehow it worked. She didn’t know I wasn’t him and he didn’t know he wasn’t me.
Back and forth. Why not? Patterns? Switch the negative ones. Make them positive. Partners? Take your time. Positions? Always. Try new. Try lots and lots of new. New is good. Scary and new is even better. Switch yourself, constantly.
Switching can get you killed..if your a gang banger. Switching can throw off the pitcher..if your a hitter. Switching can get you called gay..If you go gay. Switching may confuse, startle, shock and awe. But switching will always just be switching.
We had been switching for quite some time. Top to bottom, left to right, up and down. Until finally we just gave up. I sat up in bed and lit a cigarette. “Sorry about that,” I said.
I guess I shouldn’t have read all the other entries before I started this one because now thinking up something original is really hard. Also I’m an uber slow typer – I’m just realising this now… handy. I want to switch up my life a bit, if that’s on topic, so I don’t end up in a dead end town where women have three babies before they’re twenty and wear fat pants and have terrible regrowth.
I have found my self switching my inner voice to dance to a different tune. One that witch is as close to the legacy of those that have passed and left forever etchings of a standard so high ; it is something to be marveled at and will humble all those that truly let them selves see and attempt to be a fraction of the men and women they strive to be that lived loved and touched the souls they encountered throught their time on this planet. Living by a code that witch is something of a old fashion way of thought and way of life. One that in his day and age is a challenge to live by and is tempted by the darker sides of life every step of the way. With each failure follow it by two possitives and in the end it will out way the mistakes and choices made. *** heal our wounds … leave the scars ***
sometimes i think about switching to a different tab whenver someone walks in on me on some sort of internet page but then i remember people suck and i really dont give a fuck about what they think so its really not their business ok ok ok ok ok YEs facebook me i love life switching
sitting in the living room. mom wants to watch the mediator, but mystery diners is on and i must see the ending. we argue back and forth, both with our separate remotes, switching channels on each other in our own little television war. at last my mother surrenders, for we have watched three episodes of the mediator. victory is sweet.
switching lives with someone is something that I have thought of before. I wanted to know, from first hand experience, how to be a man, a millionaire, very poor, super smart, dumbest one, and many more! Switching also makes me think of Freaky Friday.
switching will bring us all closer togeather and break us all apart. it will be the begining and the end. if we dont learn as much as we can about it we will all surly parish. for what is a world without it, and what is a world with it.
I wrote about this before I signed up. Lindsey Lohan, twin switchings. This would be hard. When thinking about switching life around it gets scary. I’m headed to college soon and my whole life will be switched up. How’re we suppose to live when everything is being switched around.
Switching the switch on and off takes a lot of effort. Some people take longer, others take so quickly it’s like making pancakes. But once in a while we come across someone who needs switching help. There’s not a lot of friends we can depend on for this, but we only need that one true friend who will see us through until we’ve made that switch.
the sun and the moon, switching places each day. the sun gives the moon a break from shining so bright through the night, sends it back home to the stars only to return to give the sun it’s due rest from sharing its light with the world for a whole day.
He found it disturbing how often her demeanor changed.
There were times when he found her bent over her desk in her study well past two in the morning, right hand writing out the sheet music for a concerto and the left writing rapidly in Portuguese or Korean or whichever language had recently taken her fancy. When he would try to talk to her, try to convince her to come back to bed, she’d look up at him with that brilliant, dangerous look in her eye, hair falling into her face, and simply reply, “No.”
Without fail, she always looked deranged.
Still, after days and months and years of this inconsistent mania, he has only seen her dim, not fully switch off that bright, burning look in her eyes.
I was switching the channels wehn all of a sudden someone knocked on the door. i wasnt expecting anyone so i slowing got up to the door be careful so i couldnt be seen. when i looked out the small window i saw a little boy holding a box. i slowily opend the door.
switching items from one spot to another is a difficult process and takes an agile mind to complete. You can switch anything from your car, to a new tv even a new girlfriend. Switching gives you options.
Switching political parties seems to be happening with some frequency. Switching genders also happens, now with more frequency than then. Switching brands of cars, groceries, churches is rather common, too; I guess one doesn’t usually refer to churches as a “brand,” but you get the idea.
i was switching to new world, i learned from new experiences and world.
I am switching
“To think! Bill Gates has the same amount of times as we do, and look at where he is! I don’t want to switch places with anyone else. I want to be myself. I’m not narcissistic or anything, I would miss myself if I was someone else. I can’t imagine life as anyone else but me.”
“You’re switching Keepers?”
“Yep.”
“But why?”
“Because he’s better at it.”
“Better?” Hermione shrieked. “God, he didn’t even block a single goal!”
“Hermione, no one’s going to say–”
“Idiots!”
away from you and to something new. changing direction, changing my mind. choosing something better. new ness, and the unknown. new prospects. replacement and substitution, caused from disappointment or dissatisfaction. constantly switching, constantly replacing and substituting.
switching reminds me of my mind going back and forth. one day i’m happy. one day i want to killy myself. things are always changing. i had to load the ppaper. that’s why i didn’t get to write much about this subject.
why am i happy one day and so sad another? why does my mind change when i hear different advice from other people? i am definitely aware of this, but don’t know why and how i operate. i’m really like the water. so flexible, but not so strong.
It’s been 8 months, I think, and I can see both paths so clearly. The one I’m on, and the one that begins at her feet. What seemed impossible now seems close; what seemed invisible now seems clear. Now I know that her path is so much closer to my own than I had ever thought.
.
Switching between subconcious thoughts and reality was nothing new for pendragon.
transforming into something. gears. turning off the light. changing clothes. tunes. methods of play. channels. The last time I switched something, it didn’t work — the light. I think the bulb is burnt. I’ve yet to change it. I actually don’t plan to change it. But I always think that the light will turn on when I flip the switch.
back and forth through the lanes of traffic, swerving between other moving vehicles changing places with another. taking ones spot. taking the spot that someone needs to fill for life to keep on moving forward the way it always has.
switching from schools i want to switch from husson to UCB or anywhere ese switch my major as we;;
What is switching? Switching is replace something old with something new.
you would like to have an ability to switch from world to world, from universe to universe. Switching is a cool ability that everybody dream of. Would you like to be able to switch between male and female?
awl deez bitchez sayin $hit lyk “he’z switchin storys” but dat just aint tru my freind…:*
switching people. switching back and forth. people switching back and forth. Outside they’re one person, inside they’re another. They put on a facade for the world.
I like change, I embrace change. That is a personal choice that could be beneficial for many people if taken into reality. I love the roller coaster of life and every new glimmer of light it brings.
Switching from back and forth, decisons decision. I want to know where my future is taking me but my mind cannot make up its damn mind. I want to keep my head straight but i am no longer sure what to do. The on and off switch on my wall reminds me of where my head is at.
difffernt
people seats
around
musical chairs
high school ‘schedule
jeydon wale
sex
lives
gaga
switchfoot
turn
im switching lanes as my mind drifts, it goes back and forth as if in sync with the car. Im not steering it but it somehow knows the path its on.
Sometimes I think about switching the direction my life is going. What I’m doing now is what the old me wanted. The stable me. The sensible me. The me that desired to love and follow Jesus. But for some reason, the me that lives in my body right now has a hard time desiring those things. The me living in my body now doesn’t really desire to know God or become more Christlike. Instead, she just wants to live out her fantasies without consequences, push the envelope, and “live it up”. The world tells me I can do it without facing any real consequences. But in my heart of hearts, I know that’s a lie. I know that I can’t live that way without hurting myself and others emotionally, damaging myself even more than I already have, etc… eventually, I’m going to have to put those desires in the back seat. Actually, I’m going to have to do that soon. Like now, pretty much. I’ve been deceived. I know that, but I don’t believe it. I believe that physical intimacy, a guy’s attention, popularity, alcohol, and a lack of responsibility or accountability will make me happy. I don’t believe that giving up sin to follow Jesus and become more like Him will. But if I’m honest with myself, I know I’m believing lies. I just wish it were easier to change my desires. I wish I could switch my desire for things that I know are bad for me (the things that will only disappoint me and leave me empty in the long run), with a desire for the things I know I need (the things that can truly bring me joy). I wish I could believe the things I know.
I didn’t know it then, but he did. It wasn’t like we’d talked about it. It wasn’t as if our paths had crossed so often that we’d come together to chat, to plan, to make our brilliance a reality. But it was there in the back of both our minds, just waiting. Somehow it worked. She didn’t know I wasn’t him and he didn’t know he wasn’t me.
Back and forth. Why not? Patterns? Switch the negative ones. Make them positive. Partners? Take your time. Positions? Always. Try new. Try lots and lots of new. New is good. Scary and new is even better. Switch yourself, constantly.
Switching can get you killed..if your a gang banger. Switching can throw off the pitcher..if your a hitter. Switching can get you called gay..If you go gay. Switching may confuse, startle, shock and awe. But switching will always just be switching.
We had been switching for quite some time. Top to bottom, left to right, up and down. Until finally we just gave up. I sat up in bed and lit a cigarette. “Sorry about that,” I said.
I guess I shouldn’t have read all the other entries before I started this one because now thinking up something original is really hard. Also I’m an uber slow typer – I’m just realising this now… handy. I want to switch up my life a bit, if that’s on topic, so I don’t end up in a dead end town where women have three babies before they’re twenty and wear fat pants and have terrible regrowth.
I have found my self switching my inner voice to dance to a different tune. One that witch is as close to the legacy of those that have passed and left forever etchings of a standard so high ; it is something to be marveled at and will humble all those that truly let them selves see and attempt to be a fraction of the men and women they strive to be that lived loved and touched the souls they encountered throught their time on this planet. Living by a code that witch is something of a old fashion way of thought and way of life. One that in his day and age is a challenge to live by and is tempted by the darker sides of life every step of the way. With each failure follow it by two possitives and in the end it will out way the mistakes and choices made. *** heal our wounds … leave the scars ***
challenge to live by;
sometimes i think about switching to a different tab whenver someone walks in on me on some sort of internet page but then i remember people suck and i really dont give a fuck about what they think so its really not their business ok ok ok ok ok YEs facebook me i love life switching
sitting in the living room. mom wants to watch the mediator, but mystery diners is on and i must see the ending. we argue back and forth, both with our separate remotes, switching channels on each other in our own little television war. at last my mother surrenders, for we have watched three episodes of the mediator. victory is sweet.
Freaky friday-ish. Insanity is oncoming when you are switching your minds. a lot of people switch their rules to benefit themselves no lie.
switching lives with someone is something that I have thought of before. I wanted to know, from first hand experience, how to be a man, a millionaire, very poor, super smart, dumbest one, and many more! Switching also makes me think of Freaky Friday.
switching will bring us all closer togeather and break us all apart. it will be the begining and the end. if we dont learn as much as we can about it we will all surly parish. for what is a world without it, and what is a world with it.
I wrote about this before I signed up. Lindsey Lohan, twin switchings. This would be hard. When thinking about switching life around it gets scary. I’m headed to college soon and my whole life will be switched up. How’re we suppose to live when everything is being switched around.
Switching the switch on and off takes a lot of effort. Some people take longer, others take so quickly it’s like making pancakes. But once in a while we come across someone who needs switching help. There’s not a lot of friends we can depend on for this, but we only need that one true friend who will see us through until we’ve made that switch.
Switching sorrows with
me was never a good plan.
Soon you’ll be sorry.
the sun and the moon, switching places each day. the sun gives the moon a break from shining so bright through the night, sends it back home to the stars only to return to give the sun it’s due rest from sharing its light with the world for a whole day.
He found it disturbing how often her demeanor changed.
There were times when he found her bent over her desk in her study well past two in the morning, right hand writing out the sheet music for a concerto and the left writing rapidly in Portuguese or Korean or whichever language had recently taken her fancy. When he would try to talk to her, try to convince her to come back to bed, she’d look up at him with that brilliant, dangerous look in her eye, hair falling into her face, and simply reply, “No.”
Without fail, she always looked deranged.
Still, after days and months and years of this inconsistent mania, he has only seen her dim, not fully switch off that bright, burning look in her eyes.
I was switching the channels wehn all of a sudden someone knocked on the door. i wasnt expecting anyone so i slowing got up to the door be careful so i couldnt be seen. when i looked out the small window i saw a little boy holding a box. i slowily opend the door.
switching items from one spot to another is a difficult process and takes an agile mind to complete. You can switch anything from your car, to a new tv even a new girlfriend. Switching gives you options.
Switching political parties seems to be happening with some frequency. Switching genders also happens, now with more frequency than then. Switching brands of cars, groceries, churches is rather common, too; I guess one doesn’t usually refer to churches as a “brand,” but you get the idea.