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| Where has all the time gone? So much to do in so little time. Bah.
And just for fun:
"Definition: Love is making a shot to the knees of a target 120
kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light
scope...Love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting
reticle, and together, achieving a singular purpose against
statistically long odds." ~HK-47, of Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic
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| MaNgOeSrThEbEsT: would you be sad if i died
hellherenow: Of course
MaNgOeSrThEbEsT: haha k
hellherenow: Some people are worth mourning for
MaNgOeSrThEbEsT: like me?
hellherenow: Mhmm
MaNgOeSrThEbEsT: yayyy
MaNgOeSrThEbEsT: i'd be EXTREMELYYY sad if you did
hellherenow: Haha, why
MaNgOeSrThEbEsT: umm
MaNgOeSrThEbEsT: idk
MaNgOeSrThEbEsT: same reason youd be sad if i died i guess
Touche. Skillfully played, Nicole.
So, I was talking to Nicole, someone I met in Newark Academy a while ago, about old age. It brings up the question of whether old age is actually a blessing or a curse. I've been told by some of the people in the various senior care places I've been that it's the worst feeling in the world for a parent to live longer than his or her child. I wonder how universal this is.
How would one feel after living for 90, 100 years, seeing loved ones die and slowly fade into the stream of time? Would one get used to it? Would one feel "blessed" for living that long? I don't think I want to find out.
Anyone know the answer for themselves?
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| So I spent yesterday hanging out with the sparring crew, going to the library, walking around in the rain/snow, camping on the driveway of a stranger (oops?), and eating dinner at like 10. 'Twas fun, overall.
How many of these kinds of days are left?
Maybe I don't want to know.
So what am I looking for? I suppose I have but to wait for Fate to show me when the time comes.
Until then, time goes by and memories are painfully etched, beautiful pictures to see yet forever possessing an ambiance of sorrow.
Sorrow's Garden: Belladonna
And why should I your game accept to play
When timeless time doth play your puppet too?
No matter what one does to make one's way,
The loss is always there, like Morning's dew.
And why do you believe in such a game,
In which you play the god and we the toys?
While passing fair thou art, 'tis all the same.
Thy beauty falls to sick and selfish ploys.
Refuse can I to follow thy cold whims?
Unfortunate are those who must obey.
Unlucky they who bear thy on'rous hymns.
My will I do defend from day to day.
Yet follow you I shall despite protest.
Despite thy change, I love beyond the rest.
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| w00t, so I can drive now. All I need to do is save up about 1000 bux to buy a really cheap used car that only needs to last me 2 years.
Anyone want to give me a quarter?
MICHELLE, THANKS FOR THE REALLY SHARP POINTY THINGY!
...and that shall be all.
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