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adolescence adulthood boyhood childhood
dotage elderliness infancy life lifetime majority
maturity middle age milestone old age senility
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There I was. Staring into space. Looking for something to hang on to. Could not quite reach, get a grip in time, so now I float aimlessly. While dangling there, I could not help but think. There is not much else to do. So I thought and I thought, I thought it through. I think I thought and I would think anew. What I thought and I think that I thought, I do not think that I thought it all through. So I continue to think of thought and all that and time ticks on, ticks back, and stops ticking just to tick once more. Tick thought, tick think, tick through and through, I float in a circle. Nothings established, nothings thought through, so I just keep on thinking, though nothing is new. Time keeps on ticking, though nothing is new. |
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Take me out to the ball game. Take me somewhere. Anywhere but here. Sure enough I have a good time here. My roomie is cool, I have a good time with my friends once and again, and school is not overly strenuous. But there's nothing new and exciting going one. The newest thing in my life right now is a cold I caught from an albino rino who kidnapped my five sons. I mean really. There is something wrong when all you have to talk about is an annoying cough. I've come to realize that I've trapped myself in school for at least two more years after this one, and that I really will not have anything to show for it after I'm finished except for a hefty sized debt. What is the point? Am I going to make a career out of acting? Who will have me? I won't even audition for school performances. I need a change in my life. Something really big. Life a gun shot to my lower abdominal. Or maybe just a chance of scenory. I could pack what little things I have and just move somewhere I"ve never been before. But then I think, what am I going to do when I get there? I would have to get a job so that I could afford a place to live. I would have to meet all kinds of new people, and I already avoid doing that. I would have a whole new set of problems that I would start complaining about and want to pick up and start all over again. I think I know what my problem is. I think I have given up. I had all kinds of time to do something with my dull life, but I was too lazy to try. So I dug a hole with my time. A very deep and dark hole. and without thinking about what comes next, I found the hole was much too deep to crawl out of. So now, time continues, as time tends to do, and I am slowly being buried from the dirt being blown back in by the wind of the world I am no longer a part of. |
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High school Hallways. The hallway is made up of long corridors connected together leading to all the doors within the school. Along the side are the lockers. Ours were located right beside the library and just down the hall from the gym and cafiteria. This was grade twelve year. Myself and friends found that year, that hallways are not just for getting from point A to point B, but aid in creating great entertainment. Well, aside from the hacky sack circles, and the juggling now and then, my friends and I set up the best group ever. We called ourselves The Congestion Crew. I say there were five to eight of us at any given lunch hour. We did exactly what our name suggests. It was grand to block the wee grade seveners as they attemped to move from the cafiteria to the safety of their own smelly hallway. Or those even in our grade or grade below, glaring as they went. Now, don't think we just formed a wall in the middle of the hallway or something stupid like that. No way. We had a game plan. It had to be inconspicuous. So, there was a detailed outline of who did what and when they did it, depending on the victoms choice of dodge and manoeuvering to get around us. Lockers on the right hand side, and a nicely placed water fountain on the other. We'd start with one going across for a quick sip. Another placed on the other side ready to drop his pen. One walking down the middle, ready to notice and tie his shoe lace. Others would be going into their lockers for some books. Still others meeting up after lunch, chatting about classes. You see, it was all very unobtrusive. Unless someone missed a cue, or the victom ran into each and everyone of us. It was grand, because it happened all the time. We'd just break out laughing. Holding up ten to fifteen people at a time, some finally resorting to pushing and shoving, and some running smack into open lockers. How could that not be humorous? The Congestion Crew. Classic. |
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Bikes. I am not good with bikes. I remember one time of many, where bikes did me wrong. I was with a few friends, they walking while I was on bike. We were headed over to my house, but everyone was pretty quiet. So down the road I see a little girl, that my sister knew, on a bike coming towards us. So, naturally, I did what anyone in their right mind would do. I started a game of chicken with the girl without her acknowledgment. As I sped towards her with an ever increasing acceleration, she gets off of her bike and lays it onto the sidewalk. I having plenty of speed by this time decide to swirve past her and go down the hill by the sidewalk. As I ride by, she turns her bike's front wheel at the last second. Lucky for me it was right infront of me, and as I hit the tire my bike flipped with myself firmly hanging on. I ended halfway down the hill, on my back, the bike ontop of me, minor scratches, and with a barrel of laughter from those around. It was all good. I am not good with bikes. |
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I like pretzels. Man, I won't lie to you. I think they are damn fine. And you kno, not just those crunchy ones. They are good, but you kno what? Those big softies, they are amazing. I'm a big pretzel fan. Yeah, sure. You're just humouring me. I kno you are calling me "Pretzel Boy" right now. But you kno what, I don't mind. I don't mind one bit. As a matter of fact, I enjoy being Pretzel Boy, I wear the name proud and strong! Do you think I'm crazy? Cause I just might be. These pretzels are getting the better of me. That's fine, just terrific, as long as I still have some pret.... oh my word! They're all gone! No! What a world, what a world! You laugh, but I cry! These are tears my friend, tears of salty pain! Salty! Like a pretzel! I... I can't go on!!
I'm alright now, I found some yogurt and a tomato! I don't even like tomatos, but I'm going to eat this one! Ah!!! I'm blind! Tomato juice in my eye! How could you do this to me! It's everywhere! I'll show you tomato! Take that! Ha, it ain't so juicey anymore is it!! Ooooh, yogurt! Mmmm! Raspberries and bacterial cutures. Tastey! This food stuff is great! Hey kitty, how you doin'? Hmmmm, mmmmm.... |
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I'm not in the right mental state to be writing anything about nothing, but I'm going to anyways, cause I haven't added anything to this site for like... I donno, a while. So, what was it I was going to write, ah yes. I think, seeings how this is my "Life" page, that my life goal would be appropriate. Now, this life goal isn't like my other goals, such as going pro in the sport of Footbag, no that's just a sub-supercool-summer goal that I want to reach by the end of summer. I'm sure I have all kinds of other goals in life as well, and not that they aren't less important in anyway, it's just that I felt that this, life goal, would be interesting for someone to read. Ok so here it goes...
My life goal is to start my own business. But not just any run of the mill ol' unoriginal business. Nope, not for me. My idea is totally original, and will make many a people very happy. If you haven't guessed it by now, then I'll let you in on it. It's a get rich quick plan, that's sure to *beep* in the money. I plan on moving to, or nearby a beautiful, long, and relaxing beach. When there, gals will pay me to take them on long walks along the beach. Prices will vary by time of day.... Fresh morning walks: for those who love a breath of fresh air to start the day right. Afteroon soul stolls: for those who like to get their feet wet in the heat of the day. Evening escorts: for those who just need to feel the cool sand under foot after a long day. And starfilled night advances: for those lovesick gals who just need someone to walk with in the darkness of night.
Now come on you can't tell me that that isn't one of the greatest ideas ever. Oh, and great for a business man like my self. If you don't think that would "bring home the bacon," well hold on, cause I'm not finished. If the money isn't flowing in like the tides of the beach, then this bonus will surely sail my surf board. As I take each watlk with my client, I'll take a trusty and ever so useful metal detector! Everyone knos that the beach is a gold mine for loose change! Then, when I make enough, I'll even buy a second metal detector and the lady I'm walkin' with could carry one for me too! There it is. My life goal. Great weather, nice scenory, a well paying job that I'll love to do, the care free world of walking in bare feet, and helping people in need. Say hello to the next millionare. |
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