“To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”
- taken from “Ulysses”, by Alfred Lord Tennyson

"Somebody clarify something for me, in the history of the department as we know it, has yelling the phrase 'freeze, NYPD' EVER worked?"
                       -Danny Messer
                        CSI:NY

"Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but
 by the moments that take our breath away"

http://alekatsworld.com/

I am very bored, but not as tired.

So I'm sitting in a computer lab with nothing interesting to do but this. And I'm STILL TIRED!!

http://www.myspace.com/13367862

Again, note:
http://www.livejournal.com/~_winnie_/32223.html
and:
http://www.livejournal.com/community/csi_ny/
and:
http://galleries.pastmyshoulder.com/CSINY/index.php

Definately worth the post:
http://www.stubborngirl.net/aaa/rainwp1024.jgp

Remember this site:
http://csi-forensics.com/index.php?PHPSESSID=2126cc20491d771454585abb98786ae0

A different perspective on life?
Sounds reasonable.

Another note to self:
http://www.darlugo.com/

Note to self: Remember this site:
http://www.geocities.com/freakyfreshman/home.html
and
http://www.haxan.com/portfolio/freakylinks/

My clothes are loose.

Blood?
Why was there blood running down the computer screen?
Why do I see these things?!

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WHY DO I SEE THIS?!?!?!?!?!

It's official. My step-brother is a concieted jerk. We went bowling tonight for his birthday and he kept trying to tell me how to bowl. Granted I had the worst score for both games, but I jammed my finger on my second throw when it got caught in the hole. Then I slipped on my my jeans (never wear long boot-cut flares when bowling)and cracked my left elbow on the floor. Not to mention my thumb hurt from something I did this week, I don't know what. So that's my sad story. Feel sorry for me if you want.

So it's Friday and I'll be going to Grahm's tonight (a club) to try and drown the voices in my head. I hate feeling like this. Sorta depressed, hopeless, and lonely all at the same time. Maybe some dancing will cheer me up. I guess I'll just have to wait and see. My parents are coming tomorrow for my step-brother's birthday. He's not bad. Kinda cute, actually, if he wasn't a semi-conceited dimbulb. He doesn't think. And no I don't have a crush on my step-brother. I think. Uh-oh:o.