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This is my favorite picture that I've done from my photo class this semester. |
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| 10:42pm 24/01/2003 |
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I finally got my scanner working... |
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| 09:07am 06/11/2002 |
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There is one thing that many new students at the University of Minnesota wonder... Why are there shoes in a tree on campus. If you walk on the south side of the Washington Ave. Bridge and look at the trees near West Bank you'll see hundreds of shoes hanging from the branches.
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I've heard lots of stories about the shoes. There's everything from the story that the track team threw them up there to students after they've graduated throwing them into the branches. I don't think anyone really knows why they're there. I don't think it really matters. It's more fun to just hear the stories than to wonder if they're actually true... |
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| 09:33am 30/10/2002 |
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mood:  crazy
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| 07:03am 29/10/2002 |
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"Do you know?" |
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| 01:53pm 10/10/2002 |
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| 01:24pm 08/10/2002 |
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I just thought I’d share with you some pics for last weekend when I traveled up to the coldest regions of MN/ND to visit my parents…
That’s me holding the camera in the mirror
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| 01:12pm 11/09/2002 |
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Utterly oblivious. How many times can I say that about myself. I find myself wondering where I am somedays. My mind wanders. I find myself gazing around this vast space that I and over 40,000 others occupy everyday, but yet not really seeing. Is it strange to be like this?
I like to pretend not. I don't mind being like this. No. That's not right. When it's him that I'm oblivious to, that's when I have my regrets.
His name is Will. We frist met numerous months ago when I didn't believe that being happy was possible. His eyes amazed me. They glowed with a passion that I could never truely understand. But, never the less, I had smiled at him that fateful day. And that had seemed to be all it would take.
We ran into each other that day. Not figuratively, but actually, very litterally. At first, I was incredibly angry until I realized the whole ordeal was completely my fault. I looked up to appologize but all I could do was gaze into those eyes and smile. Maybe he knew just how mesmerizing his eyes were, I don't know.
"Whoa, dude, I'm so sorry. I totally didn't mean to run into you like that. I must not have been paying any attention." Amazingly enough, that really wasn't the respose that my heart desired to hear from the man who had just made me melt by merely staring at me.
I couldn't let this oppertunity slip threw my fingers. So I did what any woman would do when in presence of a man whose outside appearence seemed to embrace perfection. "Yeah. It's alright."
So, it wasn't the most exciting or brilliant moment in my life. I wanted to kick myself. I braced myself for the usual brush-off. He didn't take off running. Instead he just smiled back at me.
"My name is Will," he said extending his hand. "What's yours?"
"I'm Allison," I sputtered not really knowing what to do. I realized the obvious and extended my own arm to touch his.
He squinted at me with a puzzled expression. "I feel like I know you," he sighed. "It's so strange. We haven't met before, have we?"
I shook my head. For a fleeting moment, I wanted to laughed and reply with, "Only in my dreams," but instead I continued to shake my head. We hadn't really ever met. I remeber those kinds of things. But really, Will was right. It did feel as if we had met before.
He reached up and ruffled his light blonde hair. "I don't kow. You're probably gonna think I'm an absolute nut-case, but would you like to go to lunch?" Will asked. I instantly realized my stomache was growling. "Well, that is, if you have time."
I thought to myself for a moment before I knew there was no way I could ever give up a chance like this. I knew at that instant that some aspect of my life was about to change drastically. The only problem would be finding out if it was for good or bad
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| 01:08pm 11/09/2002 |
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"Always remember from where you came, don't get lost in the sea of people, like tear drops in the rain." The words flowed from between her lips as she walked not really knowing where she was headed, but letting her feet guide her as to where she would end up. These were the days, she quietly reminded herself. She would never again be as free as she felt now.
College had been a big step the year before, but since then she had learned so much. She stopped on the middle of the walking bridge and stared down at the traffic flying past under her. A bit of fear pinched her insides, but then she smiled. Wasn't this what everyday was like?
Rounding the corner past the stop light she knew he'd be waiting. Everyday. He was there, just like a pillar to hold her up when the sky someday would come crashing in.
Jackson, better known to most as Jack, had stumbled into her life the year before and she decided he would never stumble out. She knew all his thoughts, it seemed. She smiled into his eyes as she approached.
"Amy, you're almost late," he scolded. She just laughed. He teased, but she liked it and even felt comfortable with it. "What classes do you have today?"
She sighed. He knew very well what classes she had. He'd asked everyday all semester. "The usual, silly. Stats, Italian, and Bio. You know you've asked me that same question nearly everyday for this whole semester."
Jack smiled sheepishly, "I know." He began to cross the street. Amy shook her head and hurried to catch up to him.
"Where you planning on just leaving me there?"
"No, I knew you'd catch up." He smiled. Amy hated when he smiled like that. Though, a few seconds later she felt that same smile spread over her own face. "You always do."
"What if I wouldn't have fallowed this one time. What would you have done?" Amy stopped on the sidewalk and waited for his reply.
Jack walked a few paces more before he stopped and answered her. "Well, I guess I would have stopped, even if it was in the middle of the street and asked what the hell you were waiting for." His brown eyes sparkled. "Why are you asking these crazy questions anyway?" Jack's cheeks were beginning to turn a rosy color.
Amy reached up and touched her own. They were cold. She shrugged and began walking again. "I don't know. I guess I'm just wondering if you'll ever stop and wait for me."
"You know I would." He seemed a bit baffled. Why shouldn't he be? Amy was even curious as to why she had brought something so silly up.
She just shook her head. "Come on," she said walking a little faster and tugging on Jack's jacket. "It's cold out here."
Amy's mind raced. Why would I ask Jack those questions, she thought to herself. She had no reasons she understood. She had just asked.
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He was there again, not waiting at the corner this time. He was in her mind smiling the way he always did. Jack was always in her thoughts. That was all right. Amy liked seeing him in her mind's eye.
She stopped in front of a window and looked at her reflection. Her own blue eyes shined in the sunlight falling down on her.
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| 10:42am 11/09/2002 |
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I felt that I needed to have a pic of my fishie here...
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| 01:33pm 09/09/2002 |
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mood:  calm
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Because I whenever I feel the urge...
I never seem to write my stories in the other journal.
I would love for you to read them.
To those who really care...
you can still find my normal journal at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2) slicklizard41.
Simply...
Be happy...
Be here...
Be reading...
These words that I write in here are important to me.
They are not just simply words.
They are my heart.
My soul.
My passion.
They are my stories. |
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