So the first night is about to give way to more craziness. i've already had ppl vomiting and passing out all over the house... um found out some ppl are PURE nutcases and should be dealt with using extreme caution, and am callin flake on some1 here in a hot sec. i think we're supposed to go to easton for a quick shopping trip if tranny ever gets up... one last thing, i want to give a shoutout to my favorite girl ever: LOVE YOU CHARON!!!

In less than 48 hours a long awaited dream of mine will be coming true as i pack my bags and head out to New York CIty.  A place always having been at the top of my list and, finally, I'm going.  I am so excited and thrilled and can't believe im actually finally going.  WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

I'll have TONS of pics to post next week so stay tuned kiddies.

*LOVE YOU RY*

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

eh school starts soon and i kinda cant wait...its so odd saying that. i guess im just bored and i wanna start gettin things done. im dreading the HUGE osu campus that ill surely be lost in for weeks but im sure ill get used to it and manage. ive also recently decided to major in somthing that looks really scary but at the same time interesting and challenging in a good way. I'm really excited to meet with an advisor and get things worked out, if only he'd hurry up and email me back - theres no more time to waste! When i get back from FABULOUS NYC next week i need to take care of all this right away. the start of this next year is less then a MONTH away. wowsers. ill post a more indepth blog soon and surely one about my (first) trip to NYC.

One of these days I'll run. . .  Fade into the wind. . .

I've done so well until this point, or so i thought. 

I've thrown away the key.  There's no turning back now.

Sometimes not even I know what the hell is going on in there.  That means noone does.  Perhaps noone ever will. . .  does anyone really care though?  Somthing deep inside tells me not.

One of these days I'll escape it.  Fade away into the wind. . .

When knocked on your ass you cant really fall again.  You have to at least get back up first

I couldn't do it tonight.  It was too much for me.  maybe ive changed that much?  maybe its just today.  whatever it is i know it wasn't me.  not then.  not now.  perhaps not ever.  So i ran.  Someday this will all matter.  Someday maybe ill know what this all meant.  Someday. . .

I should sleep.  But who could?  NoT i.  HeLl, Ill pRObly nEVEr sleeP aGaIn.  WhO kNowS?

maybe ill go out tonight.  yeah, ill paint the town.  theres a good chance ill be alone. an even better one they wont. I can feel bad if it makes me feel better.

Take a look at these tears, ill be just fine.

One of theSe DayS I'lL rUn. . . FaDe away IntO the WinD. . .

Maybe then someone will notice?

i often forget what i am to say.  i often forget to feel.  i often forget to breathe.  There is a certain bliss to life, to my life, and i know its there, all around me, but sometimes, if not most times, i just cant seem to grasp it.  I dont quite know how to say, how i feel.  it clings from my grasp, its too low for me to reach, or its just too visible to see. 

The way there are people that cause me such confusing emotions.

The way you never find what your looking for until you quit looking.

The way i feel about those close to me.

The way I stare at the future in wonder.

The way things so dear are taken from me.

The way somthing once so unspeakably beautiful can end so horribly ugly.

The way time flies by.

The way friendships come and go.

The way people say or do one thing and mean another.

The way people view me.

The way i view them.

The way i communicate with people, the way i dont understand people.  the way people dont understand me.

Theres an entire world out there waiting for me.  to explore, to cherish, to discover, to take for granted.

and i love it.  I love it all. 

The enemies: time, distance

The friends: love, courage

love it all.  and you'll finally see the truth.  Fear has no place here, but here is its home.  Home is not so sweet, but a mirage.  Life is not so short, but a dream.  A dream you have complete control over.  A dream that once you awake from there is no turning back, for you'll be awake then, forever.  So while in this dream of mine, I need to take control, and get the things done, enemies and friends at heel, guiding the entire process.  But how to know which choice will lead to the more favorable outcome?  There is no way. And thats the final word.

The confusion and mystery of life. 

Complete Bliss.

My all.

I'm sorry.  So very sorry.  To who you wonder.  To who you might not know.  But I am so truly sorry.  Perhaps to myself.  Sorry i put you through so much.  But your happy, at least you know this.  you truly are happy.  let it through young boy, let it through.  be as happy as youcan be, be as hapy as you should be, be as happy as you are.

just be. . .

BREATHE.  I love you. I love you.  Others love you.  Others admire you and respect you and care for you.  Stop ignoring this.  Let it in and just be. . .

My month has finally arrived.  The month I've been waiting for,  hmmm,  for a long time.  Other than the obvious reasons I'll be getting some BIG news this month.  Either way this news goes I'll be happy just to have it.  Just to know.  That's all i want at this point; to know.

A week from right now I'll have my degree and perhaps be drunk somewhere.  Who knows.  Just a week. 

Oh the friends I've all but forgotten and the places I've all but been.  I'll open my eyes soon.  And then there I'll be.  Right in the midst of everything I've always ever wanted.  Peace?  Love?  Respect?  In time.

 

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.. -->.. -->.. -->.. --> ..> ..> .. -->.. --> .. -->.. --> .. -->.. --> .. -->Hooray for Congress. The House of Representatives recently voted to raise the federal minimum wage from $5.15 an hour to $7.25 an hour by 2009. It looks likely that the Senate will do the same, soon. Mind you, this was the first adjustment to the minimum wage in ten years. Yet during that same ten-year period of inaction on the minimum wage, members of Congress did manage to increase their own salaries eight times. Our representatives in Congress now make $165,200 per year. If they were working 52 weeks a year, 40 hours a week (and many work less…), that comes out to $79.42 per hour. Meanwhile, 13 million minimum wage workers will now make $7.25 an hour. In 2009. Meanwhile, President Bush has argued he won't sign the minimum wage increase unless there are special exemptions for small business owners. Profits, he explains, must be protected. Apparently, even if those profits come at the expense of workers, who can't afford to feed their children or heat their homes. The real question is, how was it ever morally acceptable for employers of any size to pay people just $5.15 an hour for their hard work? Even the new rate of $7.25 an hour still places a family of three with one full-time worker below the federal poverty line. The gap between the rich and poor is reaching epic proportions in the United States and we continue to accept ridiculously abusive working conditions and wages for America's hard working poor. I think that any employer who pays his or her workers below $7.25 an hour should be ashamed, no matter what the minimum wage is. And as a nation, we should be outraged. While we're on the subject, we should be outraged that Home Depot CEO Robert Nardelli is getting paid $210 million dollars to not work, money that could be going Home Depot's workers, some of whom start with hourly salaries around $7.25 an hour. By the way, in 2005, Nardelli received $37,862,312 in total compensation, which works out to about $18,203.03 an hour. Nardelli is cashing in on Home Depot while many of his employees can't even afford to have a home. Where is our outrage? The list goes on. There were more than 10.2 million cosmetic surgery procedures performed in the United States in 2005---including 324,000 liposuctions, 298,000 nose jobs and 291,000 breast enhancements. In all, wealthy Americans spent over $8.4 billion dollars on plastic surgery last year while over 46 million Americans didn't even have health insurance and millions more struggled to pay rising premiums. Where is our outrage? In Iraq, our government is waging a war that we all now know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, was launched to gain control of Iraqi oil fields. Our hunger for oil is coming at an incalculable cost to the many Americans and Iraqis who have died in the conflict. Meanwhile, Americans continue to buy SUVs and waste electricity with abandon. And fighting for oil has distracted us from more important fights for life, such as the mounting humanitarian crisis in Darfur. Where is our outrage? Candidates are buying themselves into office while voting machines in many communities don't even work. Elite private schools are making use of the latest science and math technology while poor urban public schools often don't have toilets that flush. Workers in the United States, Mexico and China are all being exploited by economic globalization while elite investor and CEO profits only rise. While Congressional action to increase the minimum wage is a good start, we should be embarrassed that it's still so low and so long overdue. And we should also be embarrassed by the businesses owners who gripe about having to pay their workers a fair, livable wage—and embarrassed that we even feel the need to account for their gripes. In other words, we should be embarrassed that a law mandating a living wage should be needed in the first place. It is not the job of Congress alone to set the moral aspirations of our nation. As citizens and residents of this country, it is our job as well. For too long, we've been laying blame on gay people and immigrants and the poor rather than directing our anger and frustration at those who are really to blame: the small handful of economic and political elites who have created an extreme winner-take-all society, crowning themselves kings with the rest of us merely pawns in their game. The horrible imbalances between the haves and the have-nots that we see all around us are not natural. They are the result of morally bankrupt exploitation. We can stop this pattern, but we must first stop condoning it. We must stop celebrating the kings of industry who pay their workers poverty wages. We must stop praising millionaire politicians who represent the interests of money more than the interests of America. We must stop drooling over celebrities with enormous cars that are polluting our environment. Americans want a different world, where we value community and compassion not just because a law says so but because our conscience says it's right. That future is just around the corner. Every American who shares this vision has a responsibility to express outrage — raw, righteous, emphatic, emotional OUTRAGE! — at the selfish, greedy elites who are so destructively holding us all back.

Top Eleven reasons life is great in Columbus (sorry, Biatch, I had to do it one better):

11.  Pesky historic landmarks bulldozed for ample free parking.

10.  Plenty of time to catch up on reading while sitting in backed-up traffic.

9.  Never more than two blocks from a Wendy's.

8.  Orange barrels! Orange barrels! Orange barrels!

7.  "Stinger" is a great name for every man's favorite private part.

6.  Homeless people keep warm with campus area fires on game days.

5.  Football, fast food, and freezing rain: Surprise! It's Columbus!

4.  It's easy to look like a big city when you're in between Delaware and Zanesville.

3.  Sliders! Sliders! Sliders!

2.  Area prison teams are winners because they're filled with OSU players.

And the number one reason life is great in Columbus....

1.  At least we ain't in Michigan!