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Location: Sarasota, Florida, United States
Gender: Male
Interests: Theatre is my passion, and writing is my gift. Some say I'm good at acting, but you have to see one of my shows to tell me. I write poetry, short stories, and I am working on a novel. I write what I feel. Sometimes, I get a jolt of inspiration (thanks God) and write that way. I love video games and movies. I also enjoy a good anime. Smash bros. rules!
Expertise: I'm not really an expert at anything in particular. I can make a mean cappuccino, but I hate real coffee. I'm not really an expert at writing things; I'd like to be someday, but I don't think it's possible. Some people just have that gift.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Villainy
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Yahoo:  Darkplanet33
Member Since:
10/6/2005
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| Florida is nice because I don't have to wear sweaters or fear downfall of snow in summer.
Florida is nice because we have this really great beach; I don't go.
Florida is nice because I have a great place to work.
Florida is nice because it's Florida.
Florida isn't nice because it's so far away from my friends 
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| I was enticed to update this thing by Ashley, so you can thank
her. Jason just apparently gasped and is in awe of his computer
making that popping noise.
I don't really know what to say. Thanks for those of you who've
been praying about my application getting in on time. It did, and
the guy at the admissions office said that the application committee
should have their answer to me by today or by Monday. Anyway, that's in
God's hands.
Umm...Preston's speech thingy was good today. Burning.
Yeah, that sounds painful, but worth it. Why does God work
through painful experiences? Anyway, Ashley just insulted Jason
and is apologizing in a very sarcastic manner. Ooh, Jason just
accused Ashley of not being Christian, oh excuse me; he implied that
Ashley is not a Christian because his household doesn't watch TV.
Amanda H. is now sitting, standing and talking to Lydia and
Jason. Earlier, Lydia and Jason were somewhat holding
hands. Actually, they were holding a power cord together.
That's kinda like holding hands.
Well, I am going to go now. Ashley is having an adrenaline rush
'cause of her split-second decision. I'm going to class.
Long live the tribbles. I want one. That's my birthday wish
list forever. Get me a tribble. Go minions!
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| How is it that you say to yourself "okay, I'm going to do this. This is my plan." and God says "that's your plan; this is my plan."? That sentence was probably grammatically incorrect, but oh well.
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| I miss home, and I miss here. It will be sad to leave for good,
but the horizon is coming up quickly and journies are almost at their
end. I won't miss here because of the cold, but the people are
unlike any in the rest of the world. I miss home because of the
familiar and family, yet there are so many familiar things and people
that have become as family. Alas, 6 weeks until the end.
How sad. Now, I must face the beginning of that end will warm
smiles and a sigh.
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| I think my xanga is entering the vortex of forgetfulness. What about you? Hehe. "I only now saw what needs to be done to begin..." So, you must come see the play. We've worked ever so hard on it, and it will be amazing. If it isn't, you didn't watch it close enough. Does anyone ever read this thing anymore? I'm sorry if I haven't commented on your guys' lately or for a very long time. Life is still blah and becoming more blah, but that's what plays are for! Then, we can pretend the blah away, and life is livable in those short moments. Ah, those short moments -- ghosts of the moment can be good or bad, but with a play, they're bound to be good. Look, I was optimistic (excellent). So, sorry for not posting in like a month and sorry for...um...yeah, that's about it. I wish I would have built an evil gingerbread castle of doom. It would have looked nice in my darkened room. Well, must be off. Cheerio! (or as my friend's dad would say: cheerios!) | | |
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