Here and There
I used my old 2000 Linn-Benton CC Identification Card as a straightedge today and I realized I was wearing the same shirt today as I was on that picture. What does that say about me?
Taco Bell's slogan right now is, "Think outside the bun." Someone gave me a pack of their hot sauce, and on the front it said something like: "The road to mediocrity is littered with empty ketchup packets." I categorically reject and deny that. I mean, come on. Salsa comes from tomatos, ketchup comes from tomatos. Can't we all just get along?
I've had this conversation before, but good-bye's are just awkward. I can hardly bring a phone conversation to a close, let alone comfortably stop talking to a just-met stranger.
posted by Byran @ 3:58 PM
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61 Comments:
Sounds like you should really like tomatos. So do I.
Bye By.
Tom
Goodbyes' are ok sometimes. Like, upon leaving work, 'Later!' or, "Tomorrow", or, 'see-ya Josh (or whoever)'. And those are just fine. Sometimes, those are almost cheering. Now, upon leaving Bible school! Ohh! the most awful thing I went thru this year!!! And after I was at a friends' house for a week, leaving there was TRUELY akward.
Lauren
I hate goodbyes like I hate Chinese food. They both make me regurgitate. I never tell anyone that I really love goodbye. I refuse to do that. It is so final. When one of my best friends left for Africa for a YEAR, I simply, casually hugged her and told her I loved her. And then I refused to think about it for the next year, and now she's home. Hurray for my strong spirit.
People I don't know well, I am TOO talented at cutting off conversation. My sister tells me that I'm rude. She tells me alot of things. But, why on earth spend five extra minutes trying to wrap up an already awkward conversation?
HA! Girl, you should have seen me the ONE time that I left Bible School. I was a basket case. I think I bawled the whole fifteen hours home. Ridiculous nonsense I tell you. Anyhow, I have since then, harnessed my emotion.
Ag
a conversation is only awkward if you let it be awkward. same with goodbyes.
rande
Yeah Rande!!! :-)
I think it depends on people's personalities. And, come on, "one learns by doing the thing." So figure out what constitutes a healthy goodbye and do it.
Merry
Ag, you should have seen me when I went thru the 'farewell' line and hugged all the girls and shook hands with all the guys. It... wasn't pretty. I was just SOBBING. And the guys all kinda looked at me like they weren't sure what to do with me. Some of them just kinda stared and silently shook my hand. Others kindly ignored the fact that I was crying and politely told me how much fun it was to go to Bible School with me. At least one of them said it that I'm sure didn't mean it... The girls were all petty nice about those of us in tears... Although, UN-NDERSTANDABLY, some of them were terribly excited to go home. My GREAT friend Michelle and I hung on to each other and cried the first hour of the way home, and looked at pictures and whispered the other 13 hours. Bible School farewells are an unfairly CRUEL ending to an awsome 3 weeks.
Lauren
Sorry Rande, I do not agree! Regardless of how you hone your social skills, I think it is impossible to master NEVER feeling awkward. You can learn how to deal with your awkwardness as such, but that still would not erase it all together.
Ag
well, i guess we have a difference of opinion in that social situation. awkwardness isn't inevitable in social settings. it's more of a choice than people tend to think.
btw. that was me.
rande
Ag I can't believe you don't like Chinese food! I am sorely grieved and disappointed!
I don't know, I don't mean to be harsh, but I think Bible School good-byes are a little overdone and overrated. But what's really overdone are the reunions!
Tom
Tom, give me a break. I was sixteen. Back then, I did tend to be a bit extreme.
Oh, and don't get me STARTED on Chinese! There should be laws against it!
Ag
Randy, you are so sensible! What an amazing guy. Miss
Yeah, but don't take "sensible" too far--people can be so sensible they seemingly aren't rocked by ANYTHING. (not that everyone should be rocked by an awkward goodbye.) And THAT is not only boring; it's dangerous. (seriously--I think those who've "blocked their emotions" are in spiritual danger--but I'm not talking about rande!! I've just seen some extremes) But yeah, there are personality differences, too--that's the fun of psychology/sociology. And I won't bother saying which side of the emotional spectrum I'm at, but I think my side is fun--and much more rewarding than the other side.
Lori
Excuse me? Randy's not boring at all. Just because someone has discovered a way to take an awkward situation, and turn it into something pleasant, doesn't make them emotionless and "boring". I agree with Ag on the fact that you'll never be able to erase awkwardity. Is that a word? It will always be there, but some people have a gift of taking those moments, and just twisting them into a humorous moment. I admire people like that. I also agree with Tom that Bible school goodbyes are overdone.
Oh and Chinese is the BEST. It absolutely kicks tail. But then, you must have an elite, acquired taste to really appreciate its value and superiority.;) Hehee. I think I should start a blog, titled, "Chilovanon". (Chinese Lovers Anonymous)
Oh help the needy--I did not even think about Randy being boring--I have no clue who on earth he is. I just know some people who are (or appear)totally immovable emotionally--some build walls to protect from pain but thereby do damage of another sort. But the post about emotions vs. Extreme Sensibility had nothing to do with Randy or anyone associated with "you all," whoever "you all" are. It came from a bunny trail of thought, but trust me, I'll be sure in future times to either not post my bunny trails or if I do, I'll make clear connections.
Lori
No, it's ok Lori, Shelley is Randy's girlfriend. So she might come at this with a little slant! You're fine.
And Yay for Shelley liking Chinese food! I really miss my two favorite Chinese restaurants in OR.
Oh and Shell, has Ran ever told you about that fantastic Chin. buffet in Salem? Me and him and Nate (I think that's who all it was) went there once, I ate so much I was in severe discomfort afterwards. I survived though, I've had lots of practice!
Tom
For once, I'm gonna dissagree with you, Ag. Chineese food is GOOD.
And Bible School Reunions are not overdone... There should be MORE of them!!
Lauren
"an elite, acquired taste.." she says? HA! So sorry my friends, but "elite" and "Chinese" do NOT stand together! You all should try to broaden your world sometime! Elite is REAL food, fine dining, NOT Chinese. Chinese actually doesn't even qualify as food! Come on, Chinese is your little neighborhood puppies and kitties that you saw being taken away last week! Oh, sure, they chop it in bits, fry it up, fling it on rice, serve it with chopsticks and call it chicken, but that doesn't change the facts. Chinese? Well, when it comes to food, the only thing these people have going for them are the fortune cookies. And that would be vastly improved if they only passed out the fortunes without the cookies. Those things are disgusting!
Some day, people, some day, I'll introduce you to real food! Until then, go eat your cheap Chinese. And, do you want to know why it's so cheap? Hm? Do you? Let's just say that you get what you pay for! You'd pay more for roadkill than you do Chinese. Point given.
Ag
Where do you get your information, Ag?
-Marcel
Or perhaps more relevant, where do you get your imagination?
Tom
Marcel, perhaps the cat-in-the-freezer rumors have been over-dramatized. It is still enough to make me shy away.
My brother-in-law is from GA where a local Chinese restaurant was closed because cats were found in the freezer. Rumor? Maybe. My sister was leafing through a Chinese cookbook once. Never again I'm sure. There are actual recipes that include dog and cat. Let's just say that I am not drawn to this food. And there is more personal distaste involved than simply "oh there might be a cat". I truly dislike it.
But, hail to you hearty souls who care to choke it down. It's your party.
Ag
Dear Ag, you're such an outrageous darling! I alternate between wanting to throttle you good and wanting to roll on the floor laughing. One thing for sure, whatever you do you do with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength.
Merry
P.S. I LOVE Chinese food!!!!!
If you think Chinese in America is scary, try Chinese in Poland.
Crystal
p.s. I eat Chinese in Poland.
p.p.s. One time I was at a Mongolian Grill, and I purposely ate some like baby octopuses or squids or something. I forced myself to eat them alone so that I could really taste them. Pick up fork, daintily spear a squid, and then thoughtfully chew. They were just...tough and stuff (sorta like me at that moment).
p.p.s.s. I just listened to this cool music on a forward from Susie...I know it's something the King's Singers sing, but I can't remember any words...but it's put me on a high.
p.p.p.s.s. As you can tell. (doo-doodoodoo-doodoo-doo)
What a riot, Crys!! She sent it to me and I listened to it over and over. :-)
Merry
obviously chinese food isn't the most high-class, but then again...who cares. it tastes good and thats all that matters.
It all started because I made an innocent, very innocent, remark about Chinese. Suddenly, I am attacked from all sides. But keep fighting, because I am not known to yield. Nothing you could say would serve to sway me and convince me that I should actually eat this stuff. Nope. Not about to happen.
Merry, please refrain from throttling! I could never stand against your mighty arm.
Ag
p.s. Should I even mention the fact that I don't like seafood. Um......probably not. Forget it.
No throttling please, but I can second the motion on disliking seafood. I had a bad experience with steamed seafood.
Ag, I can't help but hope that one day you become a missionary to China. I can see it now. One of your friends is coming to visit and you, being in a generous mood, rush out and kill the fatted cat. Hahaha.
Ag,
You are funny. You kinda remind me of a cat. At times you are "all sweet and cuddlly and purring" but just let your furr be rubbed the wrong way and . . .
Ag, have you ever seen "Babe"? Lemme guess, you're highly opposed to porkchops as well.:)
P.S. I LOVE seafood.
Cat? A CAT? Of all the ignorant, but decidedly loveable, animals in existence you call me a cat. Okay, now I am offended. We just talked about eating these felinious creatures. And now you call me one? Of all the nerve. And to top it off, "all sweet and cuddlly and purring", sweet I can handle, but I am not cuddly and I do not purr. I might hiss a bit, but......I would rather be a um.....dolphin, smooth and unnervingly graceful; perhaps a swan, filled with elegant beauty; but they call me a cat. Clearly, my friend, you know nothing about me.
And Darin, it is amazing what you can force yourself to do if you have no other choice. One of my best friends ate cat when she was in Africa. I even saw pictures. They broiled it. It looked like a, well, a broiled cat. You could see its little ear sticking up, and its long tail and.....
My mom spent two years on the mission field and she said when they would bake bread, they used to pick the worms off the top as the dough would rise. I guess the poor suckers had to come up for air. You have to know my mom. She would throw out everything that sat in a cupboard if she found one single worm makeing it's home there. She said over there it wasn't a big deal, it was part of life, there was no other option. Here, we have the choice. So, why force yourself to eat something that you really cannot stomach if you have the choice?
Ag
Cat? A CAT? Of all the ignorant, but decidedly loveable, animals in existence you call me a cat. Okay, now I am offended. We just talked about eating these felinious creatures. And now you call me one? Of all the nerve. And to top it off, "all sweet and cuddlly and purring", sweet I can handle, but I am not cuddly and I do not purr. I might hiss a bit, but......I would rather be a um.....dolphin, smooth and unnervingly graceful; perhaps a swan, filled with elegant beauty; but they call me a cat. Clearly, my friend, you know nothing about me.
And Darin, it is amazing what you can force yourself to do if you have no other choice. One of my best friends ate cat when she was in Africa. I even saw pictures. They broiled it. It looked like a, well, a broiled cat. You could see it little ear sticking up, and it's long tail and.....
My mom spent two years on the mission field and she said when they would bake bread, they used to pick the worms off the top as the dough would rise. I guess the poor suckers had to come up for air. You have to know my mom. She would throw out everything that sat in a cupboard if she found one single worm makeing it's home there. She said over there it wasn't a big deal, it was part of life, there was no other option. Here, we have the choice. So, why force yourself to eat something that you really cannot stomach if you have the choice?
Ag
Ag,
Sorry but somehow I don't see you as either a swan or a dolphin you still remind me of a cute little kitten.
And do you know me? If you do, I'll spend a few brief moments considering the possibility of my cat-like nature, and then I'll launch into a full-fledged debate at to why I am not a cat/kitten. If you don't know me, personally that is, than none of that holds water.
Ag
Okay, so now whoever started this whole cat thing is officially in trouble. My sister, who comes in here only read what I have written and then mock me in the future, just happened to drop by and "catch up" on the latest discussions. I personally think there should be a law that if you read you have to comment! Anyhow, she needs me in another room and how does she let me know that I am needed?
"Here kitty, kitty, kitty...." I was less than amused. She was.
Have I ever mentioned what a ridiculous family I come from? They are CRAZY! I live with crazy people! You think I'm bad, you should meet them. So now I have to live with "meowing". They are impossible.
Ag
Ag,
I am sorry to have created a distressing situation for you with your family. But I am curious did they think that was a correct portrayal of you or not?
As to wether I have ever met you personally, well if you mean have i ever talked to you I am not sure if I have or not. My impression of you comes from what I see on here mainly(though I have heard you sing and in that aspect you DO NOT remind me of a cat - I only wish I could sing that well). You did say once here though that if we met you in person we would find you to be the same person as you are here.
Basically true. However, we can only catch brief snatches of an individual's person, character, and personality in writing. Only pieces of the picture are shown. So, true, a part of me is who I am in here, but this is not who I am in completion.
My family? Like I said, I live with crazy people, just gotta love them, there is never a dull moment. But, I give them as much grief as they give me, so......I'll get over it. They can meowl for a while.
Oh, and thanks, it's so consoling to know that I don't sing like a cat. That really gives me a great deal of comfort. Do I know you? Like would I know your name? Or how do you know me? (I'm turning into Merry here......oh no, I am becoming as curious as a ..........okay, bad joke) Okay, could you please tell me who you are? PLEASE? Please with a cherry on top? And whipped cream? And carmel sauce? And sprinkles? And......
Ag
I sigh heavily as I am forced to withdraw my comments to Ag that I refuse to post although I delight in reading:) She, for weeks, has fussed and fumed about that claiming that it breaks some sort of code???....much like a cat rubbed the wrong way:)...but I have not recanted. But here goes a very trivial comment much for her benefit and for yours as well....
I do not, Ag, (here is why I wring your neck) come in here only to read your comments and mock you later. Dear people, she has a deep issue with lying that we must focus on now that she is doing better in the area of, um...um......flirting. Okay, now she's really going to hurt me. (I'm grinning like a Cheshire cat....which come to think of....that could be her.....her new name.....the Cheshire Cat. No, I definitely like kitty better. So how about the Cheshire kitty. Oh it's getting better and better.......I can hear myself now, calling her......here chessie, chessie, chessie.......I like it)
Anyways, as I was saying before my mind was distracted, Ag, I do NOT mock you. I come in to read because I like to know what's happening on that side of you. It's only my true, noble love and esteem for you that bring me in here. So repent and go buy me chocolate.
But dear bloggers, the moment was wonderful. None of you could have passed it up either. She had no idea that I read that kitten bit....I hadn't been in for awhile.....and the look on her face was priceless. No remorse here. Ah yes, I needed her and with great glee and jumping for the moment I, in my most obnoxious voice called her..."Here kitty, kitty, kitty......" I was rolling on the floor. She on the other hand immediately begins proclaiming that she in nothing like a cat.
Hands up to whoever called her a kitten. Funny. Funny. It's giving her serious complexes and I for one think it's hysterical. We were in her bedroom last night talking about stuff and she brought it up again. Asking if I don't think she's a swan. No. A dolphin. No. At least a horse? No. Being unsatisfied with the way the conversation was heading she tried to threaten me and tell me that I was some hideous beast, but it doesn't bother me. Because I don't care what kind of animal people say that I am. I'm not one, never will be. She cannot adopt the same mentality.
Now that tells you something. Obviously she must have some cat-like traits. It wouldn't bother her so badly if she KNEW she was not a cat. But somewhere hidden deep within the core of her being is a kitty begging to be released. And I feel responsible to help release that and so I "meow" occasionally to help her feel at home:)
We've also been having a debate, thou obnoxious anonymous one. Are you male or female? We must know that. You should NEVER post anonymously. Okay, so I would too, but I'm trying to sound fierce here. She declares it was a female, I declare it was a male...so if you don't want complexes about being labeled the incorrect gender you had better reply. That's all we need to know and I can then further help her through our counseling sessions.
And now I will withdraw once more into seclusion. Happy blogging people.
Ag's devoted, loving, caring better half:)
Ag and "her better half",
I was the one who said Ag reminded me of a cat\kitten. however As i have said my impression comes mainly from what I see on here, and as you said Ag you can't know a person fully through their writing.
Susie
Back to that song that had me on a high (as you'll recall), I've got a neat update about that. So I thought it was something I'd heard from King's Singers, but didn't know the title or any words. Then Susie checked into the title and told me it was from a TV show "Life Goes On." Okay, then Merry and I went to a choir concert at the Warsaw Philharmonic on Saturday evening, and afterward made an off-the-cuff decision to look at the CDs being sold there. Merry was looking at a Christmas CD, and my eye was caught by a white CD with primary colored lettering saying "If Ye Love Me." Ah, I know that song, so I grabbed the CD and looked at the other titles....an academic choir thingy from Poznan, Poland....singing not only "If Ye Love Me" but also "You Are the New Day" (!) and "Humpty Dumpty" (!) and "Lion Sleeps Tonight" (!!). Man, this looks interesting. So I up and buy it. Then as I'm walking out the door I notice another title - "Ob-la-di Ob-la-da." Hey! Isn't that that title Susie sent me?!? Yeah, Merry thinks so. I come home and put that song on immediately. That's it!! And a totally fab arrangement (I think the same arr. KS's do), and a really good choir! !!! I'm still astounded. Talk about God blessing your heart in sweet little majorly big ways.
Crystal
Ah but the Lord delights me through the little things. This weekend I was again astounded at His goodness. We take for granted the blessings of the Lord, especially in the simple things of life! It's amazing how you suddenly realize it by seeing one thing, or in my case, one person. Like a flash of lightning you suddenly see His hand reaching out with such love!
Hey Susie, nice to meet you. So you are Susie who? I know a few Susies sprinkled here and there, not sure if I know you or not, but why not find out. Oh, and "the better half", as she calls herself, well, I won't even get started. She just cracks me up. Even though most of what she said was either completely out of the fish pond, or stretched to the utmost extreme,......
Crystal and Merry, I'm expecting alot out of you girls! Like, maybe a daily update. Crystal, you started out well. I like your mind. Oh man, you guys make me feel like travelling!!!! Speaking of....the MA's got a very serious request to go to Spain in 2006. I, of course, would jump into it with both feet, but....I don't know. I JUST REALLY FEEL LIKE TRAVELLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ag
Merry quoting, Crystal typing. Here we come:
SHall we tell them about our walk in the park? Yes, it was a very good walk. through rose gardens, and all sorts of autumn trees. past palaces, and lakes, and roadside musicians playing "summertime and the living is easy"...wandering up and down leaf-laden paths, feeling like you're in an entirely different world. And, sigh, let me think...chuckles here...laugh heartily here...heart to heart talks, and swan boats, and wood ducks and peacocks, definitely a lovely walk. This sort of thing is terribly important to people in Poland. I think I'm part Pole. Laugh. Open candy here. Chocolate actually. Of course. You're going to have to take a turn.
So, me, Crystal, now:
Well, it just doesn't get much better than this, Merry here. you know? After that Sat. eve concert, it was like raining and stuff. We struggled miserable to share a little broken umbrella for a while -- laughing our hearts out, getting our hair caught in the broken metal piece, clinging to each other as we sloshed down "Winnie the Pooh Street." And many other cobblestone streets as well, treasures, as Merry calls them. (And I'm thinking -- "Where's my Precious?" Gollum, gollum.)
Really there's way too much to write. So I'll just get off for now.
Crystal
Okay, now I am jealous. Sigh. I have no life. WAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Pity me!
Ag
yes yes, traveling owns. i'll be in spain with three of my boys in decemeber. i want to be in poland too someday and see my cousins up there. jamaica. i'm fascinated with jamaica.
Ag,
Susie Yoder - Merry's sister
OOOOOOOH. I do know you. Okay, now I'm happy! I love to find out that I know people. And doll, you can call me a cat just any time you please. (You and only you that is, I am releasing to you the special privilege of being the one chosen perfect that can do so) Hey, I might even purr for you. I just saw you up at the Festival. I was going to talk to you, but I had to be back at the record table. Oh, and then I was going to talk to you after the play, but we left as soon as my precious angel baby was through performing. Did you know that the precious, gorgeous, angelic, precious, doe-eyed, dimpled, precious doll in the play was my niece? Wasn't she the cutest amish baby you ever did see? I hadn't seen her in her little amish clothes until we were up singing and then I saw her in the front row and I just about died! She was the cutest thing ever!
Ag
Spain? Who's going to Spain. I am planning/hoping/desiring to go to Spain soon.
Venice. I want to go to Venice! One of my friends was just there and his pictures made me drool!!!!! It's just the cutest thing!
Ag
Drool? now you really are sounding like a cat. ha ha.
yeah I had just heard from merry on the way up to the festival who you actually were but i didnt know which one of you/your sisters you were for sure or i would have tried to say something to you. I asked Merry then which one you were later and she told me you were the one with darker hair. :) You actually knew who I was?
oh and yes the baby was adorable what i could see of her. :)
Susie
"darker hair"? Well, I guess. I'm the one that does NOT have the vibrant hair. I remember you from like, forever ago, although I don't know if I have ever talked to you or not. But I had just seen you like, two weeks or whatever, before.
Oh, and cats don't drool. They cough up hairballs, but I don't think they drool. So, you know. :) Whatever.
It's terrible how little I enjoy the festival. I like, live within easy walking distance and only go on Sat., and then I leave as soon as I can. And I even get in free. It's such a pity. It never really captured me. Tragic, because people come from all over and it's in my backyard. Only one thing that I like and that is those lollipops that are so huge they make your jaw ache for two weeks.
Ag
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Ahah. Some more answers to questions I had. I can place you a little easier now, Ag.
Susie, dogs drool. Not cats. Cats do plenty of other devious things, but they do not drool.
Wilst we draw catish parallels for you, Ag, please aleviate my fears by telling me you don't cough up hairballs. Hahhha.
Okay, so where am I placed?
Rest easy, my good man. Hacking out fur is indeed one thing that I have never done. Must I say more?
Ag
Okay I stand corrected cats don't drool.
Ag, It's just most people dont place me unless I am with Carla or Merry. That is why I was suprised. i am generally known as their sister.
Does that bug you? I know which family you belong to, but I do remember you. You used to come around here somewhere, or I used to see you when we were kids. Probably never talked to each other, I was paranoid of strangers, but I remember you from like forever ago.
Ag
Yes Ag, it does kinda bug me it probably shouldnt but it does. I mean it feels like every where i go I cant get away from the thing of being Merry's sister not that that is a bad thing it's just then most people think that I should be like her and in most ways we are totally different.
As to remebering me from when we used to be up there yeah I used to hang out with Amanda and Rebecca alot.
Okay, that makes sense. I don't remember you with them, but I remember you being here.
I can totally understand why that could bother you! I'm sure it would me. But, if it helps, I knew who you were long before I knew Merry was in existence. So actually, for me it was the opposite. She was Merry, Susie's sister.
Ag
WOW!!! that's one of the few times that's happened.
It probably makes it "worse" because you are a great deal younger than your sisters. But don't worry. It will change. See, I have this sister, she is my oldest sis., and she was always perfect. Seriously. Sometimes it drove me nuts. She was just perfect. She may have had one or two small, little, eeny-teensy, insignificant little flaws. It drove me nuts growing up, because I felt like I could never be what she was. She was everything a parent could ever want in a child. Ha. I wasn't. Oh, in school, she was a model student, in fact, she completed her 12th grade education in 9th, yes 9th grade! My second sister was the same way, perfect, model student. Than I came along. I hated school, I fought with my teachers, my mom hated parent teacher conferences, I got in trouble, ooooooh, I had this one teacher for SIX years. From day one he and I butted heads. The only problem was he had adored my sisters. And then....., me. And unexpected and terrible nightmare to haunt him to the very core of his existence. Oh, and I had big friend issues, I really didn't apply myself to my work........I could write a really scary book about my school life.
Point is, I finally discovered that I can never be my sister! Took me a while, but. I am not a docile, easy-going, whatever-floats-your-boat-floats-mine person. I can't be who she is. Anymore, I don't even want to be (except for those moments that occur all to frequently when I still get myself in trouble) but I don't want to be my sister. I have my own book to write. My sister's book will probably consist of cotton candy, candles, flowers, perfume and Thomas Kincaid. Mine probably won't be all that pretty, but it's my story. No one else can do what I am called to do. No one can be what I am placed here to be. No one can live my life, and no one else can write my story.
Ag
Thank You Ag, that is very encouraging becuase yeah it has always seemed like everyone else in my family had their own little nitch and i didnt. But I have learned some very valuable lessons in this past year. I know I will never sing as good as Merry or cook as good as Carla or . . . BUT i will be who I am - the person God made me to be.
i'm going to spain.
rande
Major cool. Would you tell me about it then. I have every intention of going in maybe a year, don't know exactly. My uncle and aunt are moving over indefinitely. They are going to be in Morroco (however you actually spell it, doesn't come to me right now), for eight months of Arabic language study first, and I would rather not go there, they have TAPEWORMS! But, yeah, I am planning on going eventually.
Ag
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