Amanda

Yes this is called Amanda if that doesn't get her to read the post don't know what will. hehe
Alrighty for starters lets begin with an easy question so who's my newest awesome buddy pal friend person? Now if you jumped up and yelled out Amanda you should calm down and sit back in your seat, cuz it's not that exciting nor did you have to be very bright to figure that out being that if your on campus, which I doubt any of yall but Amanda is well she's really the only person I hang out with lately and then if your Diedre you've probably heard more about her than you care, and if your neither it's the title and the first sentence, so everyone had a fair chance.


Ok now here's a tougher question who is my oldest friend, not in age, but person thats been my friend the longest. COme on you know this. . . I know you do. . (ps not even I know who you are that you know this). IT's it's takes deep breath
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Amanda
yes Amanda is my oldest friend, can't remember a time when I didn't know her. I think it's been since I was 2
and ironically it's Amanda B and Amanda C
OK so tons of thoughts have been going through my head as of lately, and yet none of them stay long enough to get posted. There all thoughts that seem like a good blog theme, but nope they all fail. Some of them would have been good for the other blog, but ehh this one wins for now.
The thoughts really fit one of four categories:
me
friends
Diedre
and beliefs, religions, psychology, people, etc.

The me one has had the least thought, and is alot of time in link with one of the others, like how come I'm not allowed to put myself down but you can think miserably of yourself.
That me and Rigo are so polar opposites even in luck somthing goes well for me and he gets screwed, and when my grades were at an all time low he was at an all time high.
and . . . probalby some self criticisms that I can't think of, cuz I"ve been weaving back and forth to my criticizing self.
ps I don't consider that any like deep depression stuff, just a lot of people are like don't put yourself down so I stopped for awhile, but some times its just easier not too.
so friends umm Amanda has kind of dominated this field, and some of a why is she being so friendly to me, I'm the guy everyone ignores, I mean yes there's Daniel and Kristin but there trombones and there's the color guard, but there friendly to everyone, there's Robert but he's robert I would count him as normal I mean he hung around me until I was his friend.
There's rigo but we were like hebrew outcasts
There's Brian but we were neighbors
and finally the only one that blows my mind this much is Diedre
can't find a reason why she . . . would decide to hang out with me much less date me and still like she thinks I'm cute (or atleast used to). . . nuh uh. . .
And then Sarah (no idea how to spell her name) is nice to, with out reason, maybe cuz I"m friend of Amanda's and I get a good laugh cuz she explained why she wasn't sitting by me either, they make me feel as if I'm . . . important at least have some sort of social value
anyhow, whether Amanda realizes it or not she's probably another victim of the web of Scott mwhahaha.

Ok so now for Diedre umm. . . just really really miss her, and other thoughts probalby can't make this for length and sake of sanity, but she'll probably pry the thoughts out of me.

So I'll try and hurry this up with the big miscellaneous one, well the one thing with hanging out with Amanda is it forces you to spend more time thinking of the environment side, so my tree loving side is even more dominant now. but there's also the movie nobelity, which you should go to www.NOBELITY.org but anyhow it with a few other things and people have me thinking about life and cultures, and religions, and wars, and food supply, and population, and global warming, and yes they actually do all fit together thay all matter to human survival or what makes us who we are as a race not an individual. This is probably the complex or confusing area of my thoughts as of late and could have pages and pages of post on them, but no they won't get them for everyone's sake and partialy so I don't use my other excuse of much of it has fled my mind

ok so quotes of the post: (there might be one for each topic)
Religion is man's tool to make unanswerable questions into unquestionable answers (RA found)

"Change isn't magic""You just have to get off your ass and do somthing" nobel peace prize winner she's the mine lady got mines banned, worldwide (US refuses to sign it, even though she's an AMerican who came up with it)

I'll do these later . . . maybe
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ok so it's later and I'll knock out both religion and me with one stone I mean quote :-P but it's one thats been on here before on my second month which actually those posts are all, really sad and make me wonder how as much as I suck at english, that those didn't really suck or maybe it's just because it's me and I understand them anyhow:
I've created a world. I've created a world I don't live in. I've created a story full of people, full of life, full of places, full of many things.
In my story the characters have a chance to smile. In my story the characters have a chance to succeed. In my story the characters have a chance to live life.
In my story is it right to let them get hurt. In my story is it right to let them take a wrong turn. In my story is it right to let them ruin their lives.
In my story is it fair to give them flaws, is it fair to set them up for failure, is it fair to let them die. Is it fair to have them go through painful trials, just for my amusement, just for the amusement of the readers.
Or should my story have characters that always smile, are always happy, never have anything go wrong. Theres no excitement in that. . .it's just a story; what do the characters care, they're not people just imaginary parts in a world I have built. Their lives have no signifigance and are only there to please us or teach us a lesson, so what happens to them, the pain the anguish, the failure, and even the death does not matter.
So. . . who created our world.