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Name: Lizz
Country: United States
State: Maryland
Metro: Baltimore
Birthday: 1/4/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: Horseback riding, reading, writing stories and poetry, sociology and psychology, shopping, hanging with my friends, Dead Like Me (thanks Beckums!), all things Irish (or well, most things Irish), conversations that last all night, finding new ways to avoid my classes, making 3am T-Hill runs, insomnia (its intentional though)
Expertise: Horses! Editing. Working on that expertise in psychology and sociology.
Message: message me
Yahoo:  wizzy_kins02
Member Since:
4/8/2004
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| What are you doing the rest of your life?
North and South and East and West of your life?
I have only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me
All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
Let the reasons and the rhymes of your days
All begin and end with me
I want to see your face in every kind of light
In fields of dawn and forests of the night
And when you stand before the candles on a cake
Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make
Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes
In the world of love you keep in your eyes
I'll awaken what's asleep in your eyes
It may take a kiss or two
Through all of my life
Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall of my life
All I ever will recall of my life is all of my life with you | | |
| Book Excerpt: "Suppose you could ask all the people in the world who are not hungry, sick, or poor - people who have a lot to live for - to give you an honest answer to the question, 'How are you?' Millions would say, 'I'm miserable.' If asked why, almost all of them would blame someone else for their misery - lovers, wives, husbands, exes, children, parents, teachers, students, coworkers...
But what if they are choosing their own misery? What if we choose everything we do, including the misery we feel. What if other people can neither make us happy nor unhappy? What if...all we ever get from those around us is information? Information, by itself, cannot make us do or feel anything. Information goes into our brains where we process it and decide what to do. We choose our actions and thoughts, and indirectly, our feelings and much of our physiology. And what if we could learn a whole new way of processing that information? What if we could learn to choose to be happy? What then?"
I started reading this new book. Well, several actually. But there's one called Choice Theory. (Who knew I'd have so much fun reading the kind of stuff I would have been assigned to read in school and bitched about non-stop.) Its an absolutely fascinating theory about the choices we make and how we make them - down to the sudden and split second moment that we don't even know we have to change our minds about how we plan to react to things.
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| Let your clarity define you,
in the end,
we will only just remember how it feels.
Our lives are made
in these small hours.
These little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate;
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain.
Let it slide,
let your troubles fall behind you.
Let it shine
until you feel it all around you,
and I don’t mind
if it’s me you need to turn to.
We’ll get by;
it’s the heart that really matters in the end. | | |
| So I'm driving to pick up Jen and the car in front of me just randomly stops in the middle of the road. I stop because I can't go around. Then I see that there are two dogs running around in the middle of the street. The cars coming in the opposite direction have stopped as well. I'm sitting there with my brake lights on for a good 45 seconds, maybe even a minute when this SUV rear ends me. Not hard enought to cause damage, but hard enough to move my car a good 8 inches, maybe even a foot. I look in my rearview mirror and see the guy getting out of the SUV, pissed. I was pretty sure there was no damage to my car, and even if there was, it wasn't going to be worth it to fix a dent when I'm getting a new car in a few months. But he's getting out, so I start to roll my window with the intent to tell him that its no big deal. BUT...
He comes up to me yelling and screaming because I'm stopped in the middle of the road. Never mind the fact that there's a car in front of me that I can't go around and dogs (and now people chasing the dogs) running around in the middle of the street. So I get out of my car and he's screaming and yelling and I'm like "There are people and dogs in the middle of the road. We can't go anywhere." And he keeps cursing about the fact that he doesn't care about the damn dogs.. and I'm like "Umm...HELLO!?! Can we focus for a minute on the fact that you just REAR ENDED me?!?"
And he started yelling that he wouldn't have hit me if I hadn't been stopped in the middle of the road and I yelled back that " No, he wouldn't have hit me if he'd been paying an ounce of attention and he was welcome to drive around us and see how sympathetic the cops were when he hit someone and I told them that, not only did he hit a person but me as well because he was in too much of a hurry. He looked like he was going to start yelling back but the woman in the passenger side of the SUV yelled at him to stop being an ass and get back in the car and he did.
But wow. WTF!?! | | |
| My life can be summed up as follows:
I don't have to go in to work tomorrow until 10am and that makes me giddy. That makes me giddy. How pathetically sad is that? | | |
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