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Name: Hill
Country: Italy
Birthday: 2/28/1988
Gender: Female


Interests: hangin' out with Jesus and the Holy Ghost, marching band, cello, friends, singing Good charlotte and reciting homestar on ski lifts with beth
Expertise: being me, of course
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art


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Member Since: 3/28/2004

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Friday, July 23, 2004

Good-bye xanga!

Hello Word of Life.

 

http://www.xanga.com/sonriseballoonadventure

 


Monday, July 19, 2004

Nobody likes me,
Everybody hates me,
I'm just a mixed up kid
 


Sunday, July 18, 2004

Oh.


Monday, July 12, 2004

I must have misplaced the book entitled "New Defenitions of Words That Were Redefined by People You Trust".

Or maybe I just have a bad attitude towards this whole thing.

haha, they have a smiley named "bitter". He arrived just in time for the occasion.

Here are some other people that arrived at the gathering of xanga smilies:

 Mr. Angry, but he's hiding amongst the crowd
 Mrs. Censored. That's a funny name. He might come later. I don't remember if I invited him.
 WTF??? He is Mrs. Censored's escort tonight, if things get too out of hand and they need to show up.
 Ah, yes, the lovely Miss Confused. She's in the limelight, I do believe.
 Mr. Bummed. Yeah, he's the center of attention. Moving on...
 Mrs. Whateva. Just chillin' and millin' about.
 Now, if I could have only invited one guest to tonight's meeting, it would be Mr. Sad. He sums just about everything up, and wonders why this meeting is necessary. He also wonders about the events leading up to it, and realizes that none of it was his own doing. He tried to make things right, but ended up falling flat on his face. He is sitting at the head of the table at dinner tonight. The guest of honor.


Saturday, July 10, 2004

But the surface of the loch was the same; a flat blue-black that caught the reflections from the bank above and held them trapped, colors muted under smoked glass.


Time for an update I suppose. Why not? :) Last night was my last youth group in 5 weeks My summer is about to take a turn for the busier... lol. Camping, VBS (my graduation proect), WOL, guard camp, band camp, mission trip, purple door, and the beach, all compacted into less than 2 months' time. Then everything hits a brick wall, and I am shoved into the realities of a junior in high school. *sigh* I just hope these weeks go as slowly as the rest of my summer has been going. That would be nice. Wow... High school is going by so fast. It's still a wonder last year is over... I remember thinking to myself, at the end of the first 4.5 weeks, "Wow... 4 and a half weeks already gone..." It amazed me then, as it does now. Just think... 4 freaking semesters, and then it's all over in a rush of maroon caps and gowns. I can't wait, but then again, I think I can wait a while yet.

Finished my book yesterday... 850 pages in 12 days, that's pretty good. And I'm already on page 124 in the 2nd book, started this morning. I can't put it down!! It's absolutely amazing. The author is descriptive, like poetry, and I lose myself in her work. I really do feel like I'm actually there, and after a while of not reading it, I think, "I want to go back to Scotland". Of course that's silly, but anyway. Yeah, that quote at the top is from the first book, describing Loch Ness. Here's the whole thing:

We camped the next night on the banks above Loch Ness. It gave me an odd feeling to see the place again; so little had changed. Or would change, I should say. The larches and alders were a deeper green, because it was now midsummer, not late spring. The flowers had changed from the fragile pinks and whites of May blossom and violets to the warmer golds and yellows of gorse and broom. The sky above was a deeper blue, but the surface of the loch was the same; a flat blue-black that caught the reflections from the bank above and held them trapped, colors muted under smoked glass.

Isn't that wonderful? The reason she says "or would change", is because she went back in time 200 years, to 1743. And she had just "been there" in 1945 with her husband on a tour.

So... have a good day everyone!



currently feeling tired, surprisingly

 

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