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joeydomina

:: 2007 20 January :: 8.39pm

Cell Phone Mods
Ok now I have become proficient enough to say the type of cell phones i can put ringtones on....

Nextel series are as follow:

Motorola / Nextel- I205 I215 I265 I275 I285 I305 I315 I325 I355 I530 I560 I605 I710 I730 I733 I736 I760 I830 I833 I835 I836 I850 I855 I860 I865 I870 I875 I930 AND ALL NEXTEL BOOST MODELS and Nascar Special Models

and Lg phones plus any Motorola phone that has a mini usb port.

If you are interested please let me know.

No Charge for now

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m&ms487

:: 2007 20 January :: 5.42pm

And the sunset was blood red, a beauty stolen from the flesh. It coursed through the sky and splayed out into the clear blue that held it in. Not a cloud in sight to mar the too perfect spectacle.

Considering this sight, the boy wondered. He wondered in the way a new parent marvels at the ten perfectly tiny fingers and the ten perfectly petite toes of her newborn. A wonder of nature created by man.

For the sunset, the beauty of it all, was only a sign of his destruction. One last plea from the sky before it fell to the hand of man. The blood red was merely a product of his modern life.

The boy turned away from the window as the red faded into the horizon, behind the skeleton trees. The realization of the conception of the wonderfilled sight came to him. It was only then that he understood his place in his world. He would honor, celebrate, and even write of scenes of beauty, but with every car ride to the mountains, every piece of plastic discarded, every flip of a light switch, he would silently acknowledge his part in the murder.

In the last rays of the sun, the blood red shone upon him, casting him in his fitting color.

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m&ms487

:: 2007 19 January :: 4.10pm

My intro to literary analysis professor proposed a unique idea to my class today. He offered that, at every moment, humans are in one of the five stages of grief. These are onset by loss, and we lose something in every minute that passes in our lives.

Although I have to memorize seventy two words (dealing with literary analysis, such as Accent, Enjambment, and Doggerel) and their definitions in a week and a half, it's still my favorite class this year.

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Kate

:: 2007 16 January :: 3.02pm
:: Music: British radio

I haven't been on woohu in months. I read a few pages back in my friend's pages and oh my dear God.. I feel like I've been gone a century, not just from woohu, but from all of your lives. I feel like I'm a million miles away. But I guess I am pretty far. Even a different state would make a difference. But here I am across the ocean, on another continent, in a country many of you know very little about, experiencing things most of you could never know. I am living another life here. Each of you are living another life there, even from each other. You're all friends, you all influence each other, intertwine each other in your lives, but you've all got separate worries, thoughts, problems.. I used to know what was going on. I guess the appropriate phrase is I feel "out of the loop." I'm not upset about it, it just really hit me now. I have friends, family, school here, everything I have in the USA, and my mind is consumed in them. My mind is in Poland and my life here. Coming to woohu right now and reading about all of you with boy/girl problems, school stresses, family frustrations, good parties, great nights out with friends, getting drunk.. your minds are consumed in your lives. Maybe all I'm saying is that life goes on, whether you're there or not. People keep changing, or maybe they keep up to their old habits, but whatever happens, nothing stops. When I get back to the states you guys may have partially forgotten about me. It's understandable. As far as you know, I hardly exist. I'm not around, you don't hear from me, you just simply know that I'm in Poland. And you might read my brief sugar-coated articles in the paper. It's just strange. All of my friends are living their lives and I'm not a part of them anymore. I'm living my life and none of you are a part of it.

It makes me wonder. When I come back, will we still be an ocean a part? Will things go back to being the same? I don't think so. I used to think 10 months wasn't very long, but really it is. We're all growing up. Should I work to read woohu, talk to people on msn, email frequently? Or should I stay focused on my life here that I'll be leaving in five months? But then again, I will never really leave this life. I'm going to be traveling constantly because the friends I've made here are the real ones that I can't fully leave. And when I get back to the states, I'm going to be there for a summer and then it's off to college. The closest there's a chance of me being is a few hours away in Alma, MI. But my hope is to be on the east coast in Boston or New York. I'm not trying to decide if I should stay in touch with all of you or not, because that's rediculous. I will stay in touch with those who I'm meant to, and I will drift with others. It's just life and I'm fine with that. Though it is hard to leave the people you care about so much.

Now I think I'm digressing. I was just struck by the strangeness of reading how all of your lives had progressed and for once not being a part of it, not being the listener or a prominent person in the "group." I feel like someone watching through the window, merely an outsider.

It's different, but it's not bad. I actually think I like it. I like my life and what I'm doing and what I plan to do. It probably will never involve Cedar Springs or even Grand Rapids very much ever again in my life, though. So drop me a line sometime and let me know how your life is and I'll let you know how mine is. It's nice to catch up with the people who used to be so involved in your life.

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m&ms487

:: 2007 14 January :: 2.57am

"I anchor my ship for a little while only,
My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns to me."

-Walt Whitman "Song Of Myself" from Leaves of Grass


1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 36.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.

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m&ms487

:: 2007 13 January :: 10.00pm
:: Mood: contemplative

I was just affirmed in my nerdishness of English Literature. I just watched Bridget Jones's Diary for the first time with Liz, and couldn't help but pick out all the similarities between it and Pride and Predjudice. I'm sure upon more viewings, I could recognize even more similarities. To start, the love interest was named Darcy, there was a phase that started the exact same way as the first line of the novel ("It is a truth universally acknowledged..."), and the relationship between the two love interests was very similar (save modern 'amping up') to that of Wickham and Mr. Darcy. It was all quite interesting.

Waiting for my hair to dry, it's taking an awfully long time.

Happy Saturday, Everyone.

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joeydomina

:: 2007 13 January :: 1.42pm
:: Music: The Get Up Kids - Overdue

Well right now Im doing nothing. I have work in 8 hours till 3. I dont know what to do.... Life is going okay. I need a good job that I can get good pay and good hours. Hmmm so I will do nothing tomorrow i guess when i get out unless someone gives me a call to hang out tomorrow. Here's Hoping

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m&ms487

:: 2007 12 January :: 12.03am
:: Mood: drunk

The world is spinning around me,
Or is it just my head,
Listening to foreign melodies,
Strangers in my bed.

So sad, so sorry,
You feel so bad for you,
I can't think about it all,
How deep is it through?

Approving all your friends,
Laughing loudly all,
Are we going to be caught,
I'm not responsible for the fall.

Making spontaneous shreeks,
Far into the midnight,
The train goes by,
We turn out the light.

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m&ms487

:: 2007 11 January :: 10.06pm

What the fuck?

Proper questions, indeed.

The blue sky represents her newfound freedom, whereas the clouds that are covering it up are her grief.

Anyone?


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m&ms487

:: 2007 10 January :: 3.49pm

Second real day of classes. Literary analysis isn't so scary after all. I realized that I just have one of those profs that talks about whatever he wants, and there really isn't any logical succession of his thoughts. For a while I thought I was going crazy, but, in light of another class, it's just him.

My political science class is great. It's a huge lecture class, but the prof is great. For over an hour we had a debate about the what rights the Constitution gives to which branch of government pertaining to the Bush Administration's (and for that matter, many other administration's) invasion of foreign countries without an order or Declaration of War from Congress.

In a class of over one hundred and fifty, it gets quite roudy when you start talking about Iraq and namely Bush.

One girl asked, "Why are you guys being so mean to Bush? All I hear is people bashing him, why can't you say anything good about him?"

Then she admitted that didn't even know that there were never really weapons of mass destruction, and that she didn't know Sadaam had nothing to do with nine eleven.

It was all quite fun. I could have swam in the ignorance that was in that room.

Thankfully, there were a few who spoke out and had valid points. It was an hour well spent.

Presidential Address tonight, don't miss it.

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m&ms487

:: 2007 9 January :: 6.40pm

I finally got my internet working, or shall I say, RUEBEN got my internet working.

Second semester of college is going...well so far. This semester is going to be a little bit harder than last, but I think I can deal with that.

And, the new roommates are better by far. No that the others weren't fun...they just had too much "fun" for me.

Updates are sure to come often. Beware.

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ladybug04

:: 2007 5 January :: 2.40pm

So.. Alyssa and I decided that we are going to get our ear peirced together, on the top cartilage area. I think we are going to do it this weekend. I think it's going to be fun, but i'm scared that it will hurt. I'm a big sissy about things poking.. no stabbing through skin. haha.

thats my update.. have a good weekend everyone

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m&ms487

:: 2007 2 January :: 8.41pm
:: Mood: cheerful

I'm chemically relaxing my hair right now to make it just a little bit more straight. It burns a little. I'm use to it though, I've been doing it for four years.

Anyway, I worked my usual eight hours today. People really are getting more unintelligent and annoying everyday. I'm too fed up with them to give any examples anymore.

Perhaps some mau playing tonight, but not positive. All I know is that my hair is going to have a certain odor, and I'm ready for some fun.

It's going to be some night.

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ladybug04

:: 2007 1 January :: 9.00pm

So.. stayed up till 7 am this morning, and slept till noon. It was nice. Came home and had to clean clean clean though. I found this keychain and on the front it says: Samantha: "she who listens" and on the back it says:

"the world has great need for her
turns her problems into oppertunities
has keen vision in matters of the heart
once committed, she follows through
inspires others to achieve
not swayed by adversity
one who is immune to pessimism
likes being in exotic places"

I thought it was very interesting.
I've never really been any where exotic.. but it sounds fun.

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m&ms487

:: 2006 31 December :: 3.08pm
:: Mood: blah

Just hours after my last entry, I was no longer enjoying my fresh cut pineapple. It seems it decided to make war on my anatomy. It was quite difficult for me because I have an intense fear of throwing up. It was like Michelle fear-factor all day yesterday.

I feel a lot better today, but solid foods are still a don't. I didn't go to work yesterday, but I'm well enough for my five hour shift tonight.

I'm ready for a new year.

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ladybug04

:: 2006 30 December :: 8.22pm

I absolutely hate my feet...

however, I must say that I spent quite a bit of time doing my toenails today, and they look very sexy. Now I smile everytime I look at my feet.

Dorky huh?

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m&ms487

:: 2006 30 December :: 12.30am
:: Mood: calm

Random
I worked until eleven thirty tonight, and then I came home and enjoyed my fresh-cut pineapple while I perused the Post. It was most enjoyable.

I spent last night with Jessie, Rueben, and Zack. We sat around for a while, and then decided we had to go do something. So, we went to Arby's and played mau.

I got called into work yesterday. I only stayed for three hours so that I won't get overtime this week. It's a good thing I don't have a life. Work has been my life for the past two weeks. I leave again on the seventh.

"So I lay my head back down, and I lift my hands and pray, to be only your's I pray, to be only yours I know now, you're my only hope."

I'm busy collecting quotations on the internet to make some notebooks. I'm excited, but I forgot to buy packing tape to finish them.

"You're the only one who, drives me kicking and screaming through fast dreams, and you're the only one who knows exactly what i mean...i hope you can forgive me for that time when i put my hand between your legs and said it was small, cause it's really not at all."

I've decided that my favorite punctuation is a bracket [not quite a parenthesis, but still subtle and giving a little extra].

"New Kids on the Block had a bunch of hits, chinese food makes me sick and I think it's fly when girls stop by for the summer...you come from Georgia where the peaches grow, drink lemonade and speak real slow."

"Here in this diary I write you visions of my summer, it was the best I ever had, there were choruses and sing a longs, all the nights we stayed up talking...and quoting lines from all those movies that we loved, it still brings a smile to my face. I guess when it come down to it, being grown up isn't as fun as growing up."

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ladybug04

:: 2006 28 December :: 11.19pm

I really miss her. I'd give anything if I could just call her and talk to her one more time. To just hear that corny, but contagious laugh of hers.


Last night I had a crazy dream

A wish was granted just for me

It could be for anything

I didn't ask for money

Or a mansion in Malibu

I simply wished, for one more day with you


One more day

One more time

One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied

But then again

I know what it would do

Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you


First thing I'd do, is pray for time to crawl

Then I'd unplug the telephone

And keep the TV off

I'd hold you every second

Say a million I love you's

That's what I'd do, with one more day with you


Leave me wishing still, for one more day

Leave me wishing still, for one more day




I thought I was tired, but you know you can't sleep when you can't get your mind to shut the hell up. Memories keep passing through my mind. My mother was such a beautiful person. Gosh I'm going to miss her.

Looks like i wont be sleeping much tonight.

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m&ms487

:: 2006 27 December :: 3.53pm

The exciting news is that I smell really good.
The not so exciting news is that I have to work in an hour.

Christmas, was it real, or but a dream?

New Years: What's going on, where's the party at? Who with?

All of these questions!! I need answers!!

Michelle

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joeydomina

:: 2006 25 December :: 11.30pm

so here i go into hermit mode and on christmas day too yay.....
i hope everyone had a better christmas than i am. i hope someone can do something tomorrow since i dont have a life and have nothing to do. everyone have fun

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m&ms487

:: 2006 25 December :: 7.34pm
:: Mood: cynical

Merry Christmas, everyone. A day filled with socially retarded cousins, fattening food, and ackward gift-giving.

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joeydomina

:: 2006 25 December :: 12.03am

Merry Christmas Everyone

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m&ms487

:: 2006 24 December :: 1.07am
:: Mood: aggravated

The worst day of my entire freaking life.
Today. Work. Horrible. Cry. I worked from three to midnight. It was suppose to be eleven thirty, but people are douche bags and shop at meijer and leave shit in places it doesn't belong and then I have to sort it from millions of shopping carts before I can go home the whole while telling everyone that approaches the service desk, "I'm sorry, we're closed for the night."

"You close? I thought you were open twenty four hours."

"The store, not the desk. We close at eleven."

They glance at the clock which reads [insert time between 11:01 and midnight].

"Well, could you still do this [return, price adjustment, exchange, sale of lottery or tobacco, or listen to me bitch about something you can do nothing about].

"No, I'm sorry, we're closed."

And I turn around, continue sorting out candles that stink of peppermint, cheaply made Christmas ornaments, and ugly little sweaters made for dogs, and ignore them.

Michelle

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joeydomina

:: 2006 21 December :: 12.19pm

Yay work is gonna be great. (sarcasm) well I work all the rest of the days of the week but i do have christmas day off yay.... so anyways i hope it snows so i can go boarding again. so yeah I will talk to ya'll later k

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jacqui-chan

:: 2006 20 December :: 10.53pm
:: Mood: loved

My man
I love Josh. I was talking to him tonight and he said "Come home baby... Please." and I knew if it was even close to possible I would have in an instant. He is my everything and I honestly believe I'm going to marry him. It never seemed logical before, it never sounded like fun or like a happy life. But I've been thinking about it and I can't wait to have that with him. To wake up next to him, to be with him all day, to have his support through hard times, to even do chores with him. I just can't wait to be with him forever. I haven't been this happy in... well, ever actually. He has completed me somehow. I am madly, deeply, and truly in love with Josh. I'm going to marry this kid, and nothing in this world will ever change that.

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