Anointed, the autumn leaves fall softly to the ground
Fluttering, they glide through the air without a sound
Thickets full of red orange and gold
Encumbering beauty and anger untold
Return they not to the tree from which they came

Touching the ground, the leaves are not the same
Hiding, mixed within the splash of color
Each one becomes lost in the other

Fallen, they rest within the shadow of the tree
Awaiting decomposition or the hope of memory
Landing on the ground in a stark and cold bed
Leaving only the sting of the words you said

[	Current Location	|	in a state of lunacy	]
[	mood	|	amused	]

First, because he's imporant:
Happy Birthday Jamie!!! You're old but you're still hot! haha jk

Jessica, my love, hope UGA is M-azing, I'm going to email you back soon, I promise.

Lindsey, darling, I got your call this week and I'm going to get back to you soon. That weekend you mentioned in October- the 22nd?- I might be able to come see you!  I have a bye that weekend.

Carlie- have you seen any ambulances lately? I miss talking to you. How's Jr year?

Evan- gotten any snail mail lately???

Kristen- homie dawg, sista! what's shakin up in this A-T-L? keep it real... peace out

Jennifer- WEATHERMAN! (the leaves are starting to fall...)

John- it's almost SEPTEMBER 6. you must be extremely busy bc I'm still waiting to take you out on our date.

Jordan- Seniors rule!

Andrew- "My _-_-_ is a dangerous place." HC

Chris- How'd you do on that Current Issue essay? haha

Tunrade- I'm so excited about December 16 (?) keep me up to date on how plans are coming!

Tara- you make my day better on those bloody advisement schedule days. thank you.

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 What a week!  So, senior year started- how weird is that- and it's been one big nightmare!  They really messed up my schedule the first couple of days but I think they've straightened things out at this point.  I like my classes- for the most part- and I have a pretty even academic- elective balance going on: A DAYS= Psychology w/ Lynch, Lit, Band and Infocus; B DAYS= AP Euro, AP Stat, Current Issues (w/ Lynch) and AP Bio. haha, not even as far A- B day AP classes, but still. Lots of interesting people in those classes too- some old friends, some new. So, I guess at this point I'm eager to be open-minded. I dont want to shut myself off and dwell on what could be (aka taking Gov/ Econ in the spring) so I'm going to party hard and just go with the flow. I'm tied for number 2 in my class, and at this point I dont give a flip. I want to stay within the top 10, but I refuse to kill myself this year to acheive salutatorian. It's not worth it. Then there's soccer... I just dont know what to make of it. I guess this weekend will tell- we have a tournament in Athens.  Other than that my life is rather boring. It's kinda nice to not have any drama. haha laterz

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Now, the games are getting closer and more intense and just plain SWEET!

Germany defeated Argentina- in PK's after double overtime for a 1-1 game.  That was incredible!  Germany came out to this game FLAT.  They did not bring the urgency that has been so amazing to watch in their other games.  They just didnt seem to care- not even Klose (hott number 11).  And Klose was marking the Argentinian guy who scored!  But he redeemed himself when he scored in like the 79th minute off pretty much the same play the Argentinians pulled!  So tied after regulation and overtime- PK's begin.  Oh yeah, and Argentina's goalie had to be replaced on account of injury.  So Germany blocked all but 1 of Argentina's 4 shots and Germany scored 3 of the 4 they took- so Germany advances!

Italy defeated the Ukraine- 3-0 in regulation time.  I was a bit disappointed- I had hoped the score would be closer, however I knew it was inevitable.  But definitely some major props to Ukraine for making it to quarterfinals in their first WC.  Go mafia!

Portugal defeated England- in PK's after a scoreless game.  It wasn't the way I wanted to end, but I figured Portugal would win.  Even without Deco.  Rooney got a red card in the 62 minute for losing his temper and they had already benched Beckham.  So it was sheer luck that England held the Portuguese thru regulation and overtime.  However, I had expected better from their PK's.  Portugal sunk their first one- which is always degrading to the team that has to go second.  And England (Lampard) missed.  Then Portugal missed and Hargreaves scored for England!  Then both Portugal and England (Gerrard) missed their PK's.  Then Portugal made another one.  And Carragher made his- but the lame ref took his time blowing his whistle- so it didnt count.  By that time, the goalie could read which way Carragher was going- and blocked it.  Then gay Ronaldo sunk the winning Portuguese goal and it was all over for England.  I cant say I'm surprised, however I am disappointed.  They played valiantly.

France defeated Brazil 1-0 in regulation.  For me, this was the surprise of the tourney.  I had no idea France was capable of beating Brazil- that completely amazed me.  And now it worries me.  Because if Zidane and Henry and Ribery stay in this tournament.... that could be bad news for my Ballack and Klose and Podolski and Schneider and Lahm and Lehmann and Friedrich and Frings and Borowski and Metsacker and Melzeider (sp) and Odonkor!  (can you tell which team I'm rooting for?)  So France advances thanks to a great goal by Henry- Zidane with the assist, he hasn't retired yet BUT HE NEEDS TO.

Semifinals are as follows- you lame Americans better tune in and root for Germany:

Germany vs Italy Tues. July 4, @ 2:30 PM
France vs Portugal Wed. July 5, @ 2:30 PM

[	Current Location	|	kitchen	]
[	mood	|	drained	]
[	music	|	Castle in the Sand	]

*This is completely my opinion and if you feel differently make a post about it, and let me know. It is just one answer to the question- the open-ended question.

[	mood	|	touched	]
[	music	|	Cry out ... Third Day	]

 (this one's for you Carlie)
Slightly out of focus, she drops to her knees. 
The scars, the signs, and a blurry beauty surround her. 
Over her shoulder she can still see every detail of the pain she's been through,
But up ahead a strange aesthetic lure beckons her come and see. 
What?  She knows not, except that it is comforting. 
There's a warmth seeping into her soul that confounds her experienced mind. 
There's a denial of risk that lets her drop the baggage she's held for so long. 
Stepping forward, her perception alters but slightly, the adrenalin growing ever more uncontrollable. 
She squints but still the view is unclear; she wonders but still the image does not register. 
Suddenly she feels sure of something she can't comprehend yet. 
The picture isn't in focus but she's confident what it contains. 
She cannot describe every detail but those are not the essence of the colassal masterpiece before her. 

In a moment, trust is her decision. 
She's forgotten all the gloom and shadows, desert and darkness, fear and pain that she fell down in. 
In that moment, she can't remember what moved her from kneeling to walking. 
But it does not matter. 
For all she can think about, the only drive left in her desperately wants to know what's producing this friendly, comforting warmth. 
And as she takes her first freed step forward she embraces that which she never knew
The Clarity of Hope.

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5:21 PM. 
"Missed call"
5:29 PM.
Calling back.
I need a favor.
Those three words...

Bells Ferry leads to an interesting intersection. It's the pathway to a particular building that is the source of many a person's grief- and relief. Tonight it sheltered grief.

5:58 PM we pulled into the parking lot.
6:10 PM- I sat in the waiting room's peculiar chair.
She sqeezed my hand and I could see the tears she was trying to sqeeze back too.

12 hours.
Can you imagine having only 12 hours to live? Well, I cant. And tonight's encounter at Kennestone's ICU has changed the way I will live my next twelve hours. For all who are weary and burdened with sorrow: Matt 11:29: HE will give you rest.
He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing. Zeph 3:17.

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"...Coming Home." "Dyslexic, I am." Cherry Coke and Garlic bread. Homecoming was amazing...and I sit here asking myself why I've never been before. The day of was a crazy man's nightmare: dinner plans changing, a disappointing game, an injury, sweat, traffic, tears; the night, an innocent girl's dream: a shower, hair and makeup done by yours truly, dinner- not at tacobell as planned but in a quaint Italian restaurant with a lovely couple and a gentleman- then my best friend showed up at the school ~ surprise ~ taking pictures and making me blush, then my mad entrance, music, movement, losing track of time, departing...windows down, fingers laced, not a care in the world. We were two minutes late, but nobody really cared. Goodbyes were said, my lips were sealed. A few tears graced my cheeks, scrubbed them hard, left the hair, needed ice cream then went to bed. Morning Dawned...what (a) run-on sentence(s).  does anyone even read this?

Important Notice: Carlie's sixteen today. Dont forget it.