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Name: Jane
Country: Canada
Gender: Female
Interests: i love lamp . . . I LOVE LAMP.
actually I like Anchorman. basically the funniest movie i've ever seen. besides that, i'm a big PHILLY phan, except for the 76ers because pro-ball sucks royal monkey. . . i eat a lot and never gain a pound b/c my metabolism is sky high. so eating is good. OH!! not wearing shoes in public places. WAY fun. try it sometime
Expertise: Phillies . . . Eagles . . . SU Orangemen . . . life
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AIM:  thePhillyPhan54
Member Since:
11/22/2005
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| who wants to play some . . . . MAN HUNT???????
Sunday night, as it starts to get dark those special people who have been selected to play (anyone who wants to come actually) will be showing up at my house, dressed in ALL BLACK, with paint for your face available.
we will then divide into teams, not neccessarily boys vs girls, and proceed to play the best game of MAN HUNT known to mankind . . .
RULES
1. you have to wear all black. all black or nothing at all.
2. there will be two teams present and you will be semi randomly put on a team (big SEMI, actually you can be on whatever team you want, as long as they're two of them and they're even)
3. the entire farm is game, but i suggest staying out of the depths of the corn field, i don't even wanna think about what's living in there. . .
4. during the game we will have one team hide and the other go find, but the hiders can move around and the finders have to sneak up on the hiders and catch them unawares
5. when caught, you have to let yourself be "branded" you'll learn more about that more
6. to "catch" someone you can tackle/tickle/punch/be violent . . . just no blood or ER trips please
if you need directions please ask me at school . . . or call me. . . or just leave a comment ( no i'm NOT begging for comments, thats too elementary) um, people can sleep over, guys and girls, because it starts late and we'll be be playing late. i'm kinda expecting to just crash in my house so no big. plus there'll be a bonfire if we want it to happen . . .
Let the games begin . . .
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there's no where to hide as i lay under these stars
drenching me like a pounding rain
i thought i wasn't emotional
but thought of leaving . . . scares me, surprisingly
after all of these years of wanting to leave
yeah, All That Leaving And No Where To Go
but now i have a destination
never thought home might actually be where i belong
or where i want to be
what's beyond it isn't as inviting as i thought it was
now it's threatening and looming ahead and very intimidating
. . . at least i have this year . . . this one last year . . .
~anonymous
HELLO MY NAME IS . . . . senior year
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| i went to yearbook camp . . . . that's right. YEARBOOK CAMP
From Sunday to Wednesday i was a prisoner of layouts and yearbook themes at Gettysburg College, staying out of the heat wave in refidgerated college buildings . . . but others weren't so lucky
along with yearbook camp there were also guys soccer, lax, and baseball camps there for the 4-5 days. so that was the situation i was stuck with. . . . at yearbook camp (which was 99% girls and skanky ones at that) surrounded by a bunch of jocks, suficiently making me feel like a nerd and a piece of meat at the same time.
god, there were girls wearing some of the shortest mini-skirts at my camp so the soccer/lax/baseball guys were having a hay-day hitting on and checking out girls all week. i would walk into the caf. at meals and have to pass all these tables of guys to find a empty table and i could feel the looks and stares on my back (more like my butt) the whole way.
my favorite was when me and hannah moffet were sitting in our dorm suite with the 4 other girls we were rooming with (they were chill so it was fun) and our door was left open . . . so this guy suddenly just pops his head in the room and then walks in . . ."So is this the party?"
i wasn't all that surprised when 10 other guys followed him in, checking us out and insisting this must be where the party was. we told them the party was upstairs (we had no idea) and kicked them out. . . but not before a guy in the back of the group came up and said "You guys want some of this shit?" . . .like we would actually want a pull on his soggy old joint.
so that was yearbook camp
1. dealing with skanks
2. feeling like meat in a window due to lax/soccer/baseball guys
3. getting sick of yearbook sessions and skipping them
fun times. on the bright side, i found my ipod again!!! woohoo, it WASN'T stolen. i just lost it . . .somewhere | | |
| i went to Harrisburg twice this week
On Tuesday . . .
I went on Tuesday to the Harrisburg that everyone wants to believe is actually real, but it's not. nothing close to it. I walked the clean, well groomed downtown streets and salsa danced with amazing gentlemen, had a blast and left with a good feeling in my stomach.
On Thursday . . .
Thursday morning i walked into Harrisburg Discipleship Center with a grudge. I didn't want to be there and resented being forced to go with my youth group. but there i was. and then i found out that Harrisburg isnt pretty Strawberry Square and cool salsa dancing, it's hard-knocks and dozens of condemed houses that people are evicted from and deserted.
it's trash everywhere
people sitting on their porches all day bc they don't have jobs
bottles wrapped in black bags from the liquor store laying everywhere
loud music blaring from every car, whether a Grandma Lumina or some mini van, at all hours
etc. etc. etc.
i played with so many kids that love to be loved, and hardly get a second glance, picked up so much trash which is humbling to say the least, and handed out countless free sodas to random people who can't figure out why it's free only bc we want it to be.
i need to start shutting up and just listening and watching and realizing what is really going on around me. i may not be ignorant to everything or blind to it either, but i'm not looking at all of it either. and that's wrong.
i left today more confused than ever, but it was the most clear confused state i've ever been in. and the answer and solutions are simple.
so now i start looking and listening. and stop trying so damn hard. | | |
| what's the date?
i don't even know and that's the fusterating thing about summer. i can't seem to keep track of anything . . . the date . . .the time . . . when i work . . .my ipod . . . my gym bag . . .etc etc etc
speaking of the gym, there really is the oddest mix of people where i go. it crosses the spectrum from old ladies to football jocks. i've been going every day for the past two weeks (it's the only alone time i get) and have become familiar with some of the regulars.
First
1. the mid-life crisis Asian guy - 40ish, balding, sweats disgusting amounts and by the time he leaves his WHOLE shirt is covered in wetness, literally it turns another shade darker. g - ross
Second
2. the grandma - who looks like you could go up to her, blow on her, and she would fall over. every day she does the same circuit and that woman is unbelievably STRONG. but she's about the size of the toothpick. i love this lady
Third
3. creepy molester man - 30's maybe, really tall, and i don't know for a fact that he's a molester but he sure is a weirdo stalker. he comes in to bench press and will lift for 5 min. then just walk around the room, staring at any and all teenage/young women. not a fan of him
Fourth
4. cute boy - he comes with his Stepford mom (you know, blond, designer track suit, etc.) and does weight training but will then just sit and read Sports Illustrated. or he sometimes justs sits there and it makes me feel awkward bc i'm still doing training and working out, and BAM there he sits. weird
that's the gym in all it's glory.
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