[He slowly sneeked down the hall, past the bathroom, and over to Mokuba’s bedroom. He slowly creeked open the door and peeked in. There Mokuba was, fast asleep as he should be. Seto smiled, his eyes glowing with tenderness and love. He slowly opened the door and walked in. He lowered himself on the edge of the bed, stroking Mokuba’s hair as he slept. He could’ve died back there. Back on that battlefield. Back on that cold hard ground, stained with the invisible blood of soldiers who had died before him. He would’ve never gotten to see his brother again. Never gotten to see that beautiful smile, that glow of happiness in his eyes. He could’ve lost the one thing that mattered to him the most.]
Don't you guys think that's good? Sure, it's really corny, but I think it's pretty dang good(since now I can't write for crap>.<) Man, I really miss being able to write like this. I guess you don't know what you really have until you've totally lost it...

Anyway, so I was gonna tell you about camp. Well, I made a ton of friends. Really cool/crazy friends too, people I could actually related to(not that I don't relate to Kura and Camille or anything) But still. Anywayz, so we made a guy gang where we basically all have guy nicknames, so anyway, here's some info:

Kate(a.k.a: Frank): The first friend I made. She's a little more maturer than me, but she always speaks her mind, and she was someone to really look up to. And even though she's done some pretty outrageous stuff, I know deep down she's got a good heart.

Christina(a.k.a Ryan): She's one of the friends I really could connect to and wasn't afraid to talk to. She's one of my Emo allies and tends to know how bitchy popular girls can be, the poor kid goes to an all girls school>.<

Claire(a.k.a Eugene): One of my awesome punk pals. She was into almost everything I was into, and porbably one of the best friends I made there. She was never afraid to be herself and act out, even when it was a little too out of place. I always look up to her as a great example of what I should try and be.

Emily(a.k.a Emeril): One of the girly girls of the group. She's so perfect! But she's so nice, you can't really hate her. She's all into fashion, and, ew, likes Jesse Mcarney(I know I spelt that wrong>.<) Did you know that kid shaves his eyebrows? Well, anyway, she's was one cool chick.

Hana(a.k.a Guy): One of my favs of the group, well, ok, they're all my favorites, but anyway. She was the cool anime person. She had mangas and her name is actually Japanese for flower! Now I think that is pretty cool. What I enjoyed the most though was probably when she stood up for me when the other kids made fun of me for looking "too into" the manga I was reading when it was getting to a serious part. Now, I'll have you know that no one had ever stood up for me in a long time like she did, and it just made me feel really good.
~
Well, anyway. I guess that's my pointless discription of my buds that I made at camp. Of course I have a buttload more I haven't even mention, but these guys are probably the coolest and closest I made.
Well, see ya.
Kari

Dear Diary,
     Might as well write something while I have the time. I really really really *really* wanna see Kura. I NEED to see Kura. Everything just seems, like, ug, bad... I dunno, maybe this is just me, but still. I just need someone. Someone who actually loves me. Been at the beach the past week just to let ya'll know. It's been ok. I kinda feel seperated though, since I've been hangin' out with all the stupid boys in my family. Well, maybe not the boys. But my step family. I always felt they never really liked me. But my friend says that's all in my head, and maybe it is, but it really hurts to see your 2 year old step cousin totally hate you, but not hate Ryan or any of your other brothers. Or anyone else in that matter. I don't know why, but I guess it's been hurting me the most, since she seemed to be the only one who I could talk to, even though she couldn't understand. But whatever.
I'll probably tell you guys how it was in camp later.
But anyway, gtg
Kari

Dear Diary,
     Wow, my last entry was so stupid>.< I hate most of the entries here, but for some reason I feel I should keep them in here. Lately I've been really wanting to write something, anything, a song, a story, a peom, but every time I try too, it just, just, comes out wrong and stupid. I haven't written a decent story in a long while and I'm scared my inspiration to write and my love for it might be gone forever. It was the one thing I truely enjoyed. Right now I'm in Portsmith, just met back up with my cousins and Uncle and Aunt. They have grown up so much>.< And me, I'm just the same old Kari, never changing, just getting more and more depressed, I guess. It's just, to see them grown up, and then me like this, ug, it just feels different. But wow, I never realize how much I really love my cousins and everyone else. When I was hugging them, I just didn't wanna let go. Or, maybe it was just because I always need a hug because I'm stupid like that. Ug, I'm just gonna think this entry is gonna be stupid, like, tomorrow.
Well, gtg.
Kari

Dear Diary,
     I'm writing to you on this joyful, strange, sorrowful day. Well, ok, maybe I'm writing because I'm crying my eyes out at the moment. Yeah, I know your probably wondering why, well, tomorrow I leave for camp in PA for the next 2 weeks, and won't be able to bother you with stupid diary entries, so I decided to write one now. Another reason is that my mom had always told me to write down what I was feeling, at the time I was feeling it, so I could look back and just, well, look into my own soul as it was at the time of sorrow. But one of the main reasons is, this is the final day I see Josh, because he's leaving for Illionois, then the beach with his family and won't be back till summers over. And I guess I'm just really emotional about that because, 1. Well, I'm emotional about most of these seperation things, 2. Because Josh is my best friend. My real good friend. But he's not like Camille or anything, he's a guy, guy's don't get us. He's annoiying at times, but cool at others. He's strange, yet funny, and always makes me laugh. I don't think there's ever been a time where he didn't make me laugh. And I guess another reason is, I have known Josh since he was 5 years old, we practically grew up together. And no matter how many times he annoys me, or how many times he weirdes me out, he will always be my best friend. My... really strange, best friend...
Kari

Dear Diary,
        Finally home, but have nothing to say. I look at my other entries, and just feel stupid and get embarrassed about even writing them(yeah, I have a embarrassment problem) So, once again, since I didn't have anything to say, I'm gonna put another song. It's my favorite song(at the moment) and it's really good, you should maybe read the lyrics.
"The Best Of You" by Foo Fighters
I’ve got another confession to make
I’m your fool
Everyone’s got their chains to break
Holdin’ you

Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn’t have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can’t choose
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
Your trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Oh...

Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...

Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love
You die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
Your trust, you must
Confess

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

I’ve got another confession my friend
I’m no fool
I’m getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new

Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
Your trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Oh...
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Flippin' love that song!!!(and the music video is really good too)
Anywayz, peace
Kari

Dear Diary,
        The days just seem to drag on and onnnnn I don't know what to do anymore. Me and my Mom keep fighting, I think my step dad's just annoyed with me, and I'm so homesick I just wanna die sometimes. I don't even wanna eat anymore(yeah, this homesickness is THAT bad) Talk about a vacation turned upside down. I just feel trapped, and just lock myself inside all day... but things are getting a lil better. Today's my last day down here and I didn't go out to the beach once. As cool, and fun as this place might be, it would be cooler and much funner with the people I truely love to enjoy it with(I miss Camille and Kura the most *sniffle*) Well, I'll stop complaining *yawn*
Talk to ya'll laterz~
Kari

Dear Diary,
        You won't believe where I am right now. Miami, Florida!!! I know what your thinking, "Wha?" Well, I didn't know it ether. My Mom just went out and told me that I was going with her to Miami tomorrow the day before yesterday after coming back from [xx____Guns Go Bang]'s house(she's my bestest buddy:p) And let me tell you, it's beautiful, the ocean, the old fashioned city, and the beach^_^ It's as much as dangerous as it is pretty though, I was almost hit by a car twice yesterday>.< But Mom says it's just like Europe so I should get use to it. But I just LOVE the ocean, I swear, I just sat in it for a full hour, not even swimming, just sitting there. It's so pretty, no wonder Mom says it's the best place in the world. It kinda reminds me of Cali with all it's palm trees. But as beautiful as it is, I miss my bros a lot. I haven't seen them in forever, and I miss Ryan, Forrest, and my Dad too. Actually, just being in the ocean made me feel homesick, considering my brothers would always do some fun game when we were at the beach. It always seems me and my brothers are slipping away, they think I want to do that. I don't. They're the only reason I have to be a kid. Or else I gotta be the grown-up, I know it sounds dumb, but it's really not. I miss making sand castles in the sand, and pushing my brothers off the rafts, and playing some stupid imgainary games with them. Just cause, well, it was fun. And for once, I could stop pretending I was older, and just be myself.
But anyway, more news later.
<3 you all!!!
Kari

Dear Diary,
        Mannnn, I haven't written anything in like FOREVER! Right now I'm @ my bestest buddy Camille's house just chillin', ok, so it's like the middle of the night and I'm as tired as crap. But I like staying up like that, cause I'm cool like that;) (At least Camille thinks so) I can't believe it, I saw a Hilary Duff movie and liked it!!!! It was that dumb "A Cinderella Story" Yeah, sounds gay right? Well, it was actually pretty good, and actually pretty good. But I am SO not becoming a Hilary lover, I mean, that was like, her only good movie. It actually made me feel a little better about myself for some reason even though I really didn't relate to the movie at all. No really, I didn't>.< LOL! I guess I was a lil homesick for some reason, I mean, I just got here! I guess I'm homesick for another home. God, I know, I complain too much about my class. But I can't help it, they were the family I had loved and, well, I'm too emtional at times I guess. I'm scared about high school now. High school a whole new level, and I just don't know what to expet. What's everyone gonna think of me? Everyone in my other class already knew who I was, who I was like, and what I was going through. This is going to be a whole new bunch of people, and I just can't deal with that many people in one day, can I? Ug, I'm just confused I guess. Summer seems to go on and on with it's extermly hot days and I just sit insdie and daydream. I'll regret this when school fianlly starts again, I guess. Or maybe I'll regret even caring about school, or leaving all my friends, or maybe not savoring the time as I should;ve if I really cared that much for tha, That always seems to be my problem, I never do that with the friends I neve get to see,m or will never see again. Oh please, can someone just slap some sense into me? I'm 14 year old about to go into high school, and I'm acting like a big baby and missing all the friends that, well, really aren't my friends. Wow, this was actually a long diary entry. I must really be wasting everyone's time.
Give ya the 411 soon(I hope)
Truely,
Kari

Dear Diary,
        I haven't written in you in forever.... I guess I just don't have as much time to myself as I use to when I actually had school, lol, now that I'm working for Dad and doing the other toturing stuff for high school. High school, oh my gosh!! How can I even think of high school when I know I'm gonna go there completely alone *sniffle*
I also feel as if there's this big emptiness inside me. Last night I had a dream about graduation... everyone looked so happy together... (except fopr the part where I got run over by a plane and broke my back, but hey, THAT'S another story^.~) and I actually didn't die! I got mayjorly hurt... but I still, I didn't die for once.
Ok, I guess what I'm trying to get by is, I feel empty now that I know I'll never see all the people in my class. Every year it was always "Well, see you next year buddy" and now I'll never see them again... well, at least till 5 years pass and we have a reunion thing. lol. I know I'm too emotional about all of this, and I wasn't much of a important part of our class, but they were an important part to me.
So, yeah, I might be the only one upset about leaving school, but I'm damn right proud of that.
Later
Kari

"My Hometown" by Bowling For Soup

This song goes out to my good friends,
Especially the ones I had before the Grammy nominations in 2003
And all the girls from back in high school,
Who actually spoke to me,
Even though I was a fat kid and a marching band geek.

I hope this song finds you well.
And I hope that you're doin' fuckin' swell.
I hope that you're back up if you've ever been down.
And I hope that you got the fuck out of our hometown.

Here comes a shout out to the professor,
Who said "Son pick a path and stay the same, cause charisma is
the key to opportunity"
And to all the clubs that let us play.
To our family and friends and the music stores,
For giving us gear when we couldn't pay.

I hope this song finds you well.
And I hope that you're doin' fuckin' swell.
I hope that you're back up if you've ever been down.
And I hope you got the fuck out of our hometown.

You know I can't count how many times I've heard people say
(heard people say)
'Be proud of where you're from, you're gonna put us on the map'
But where the hell were you back in the day, (back in the day)
No one came to see us,
So we got the hell out of there.
So there you have it.
t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t

This song goes out to my big brother.
For putting up with me following you around.
And making me smile when things at home weren't great
And not getting pissed when I humped your girlfriend
For letting me take your car to the prom.
For beating up the guys that hung my bike in a tree
For hand-me-down down albums and guitars with no strings
For never beating the shit outta me

I hope this song finds you well.
And I hope that you're doin fuckin swell.
I hope that you're back up cause I know you've been down.
I just wish you'd get the fuck out of our hometown.
I hope you get the fuck out of our hometown.
I'm so glad I got the fuck out of our hometown.

You know what I'm talking about don't ya?
Damn it!
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These guys are too funny to hate^-^
Kari

St. Rita's 8th Grade Graduates of 2005:
Emilia
TJ
Michelle
Nicholas
Joseph
James
Sergio
Stephen
Maria
Kylie
Karla Michell
Audrey
Caitlin
Amber
Cohen
Geneva
Alana

Yay! We graduated!!^o^

This is a real cool song, once again, that I can relate too (well, I find myself relating to almost all the songs about heart break and just feeling bummed, it sucks to be depressed:p)

"Scars" by Papa Roach <I know, the name is really weird>.<

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

Drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed cause you came around
Why don't you just go home
Cause you channel all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is

[Chorus:]
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassions in my nature
Tonight is our last stand

[Chorus]

I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shouldn't ever came around
Why don't you just go home?
Cause you're drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
And I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
But you didn't understand
Go fix yourself

I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life

[Chorus x2]

"Empty House of Broken Dreams"

Sitting in this empty house of broken dreams
Where life, as I knew it, wasn't as it seemed
Totally excluded from the other girls
They acted as if I was from another world
But they never even talked to me
And when they did, I screwed up
Then I was forgotten
They didn't even bother to know who I was
And I was a thing in the past
But my pain just seemed to last
Things seemed to stick to me
And I'd make sure I wouldn't forget who I use to be
Use to beat myself up real bad
It was only cause I was mad
Mainly at myself
I couldn't do anything right
Despite the times when I would follow the light
And school wasn't better
People treated me as if I was a beginner
Or just beat me up as if I was a kid
Or treated me as if I was nothing
Cursed at in the face like I was dirt underground
Sometimes people wondered why I took it sitting down
And I'd wonder too
Then I'd get home
Things there were never how they were suppose to be
Fighting and arguing between my mom and step dad
While me and my brothers would peek through the door to see
And we'd just wish our mom would get along with someone
So we wouldn't feel so bad like we had no one
But my brothers never understood it
Instead I took it all in for them so they could never know it
And my mom would explain our family's position
But always told me nothing else was to be said about it
And so at times, I'd think of just running away
So I wouldn't have to go and take all of this every day
But I couldn't have the guts to run
When my heart said I had nothing and no one
But I'd dump everything on Ryan
Sometimes I think, on the inside, he's crying
Cause I go and tell him everything and all my problems
Making everything his problem as well
And then I'd feel bad
Than I'd want to beat myself up again cause I was mad
For telling all that stuff to him
And now, outside, the sun grows dim
As I hope these memories disappear and never come back to me
As I walk away from the empty house of broken dreams
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
*sigh* Stupid peom...

I remember the old road trips on the road. Where I was a care-free kid, stuck in a tiny van with all my brothers. Sean would do almost anything to be annoying, and Patrick was easily annoyed. Mom would always try to get us to corperate, which never usually worked, and when we were with Dad, he would usually curse when he was irratated, and we would laugh under our breath. And Josh would do anything to get my attention, and Susanna always had everything planned out for what we were gonn do or eat. And I would just stare out the window listening to my CDs till I got bored, or till I got so annoyed of Josh and Ryan trying to make me stop listening to it and talk to them. And when I finally did, we usually had nothing to say. And Kerry would always fall asleep first and without our knowledge till we stopped @ a rest stop and found Sean asleep with him as well. Until we would get back in the car and keep driving, what seemed to be the never ending road, where I'd fall asleep with the swishing street lights, dreaming of a world where there was no such thing as good or evil, and everyone was happy... for once.

I'll always remember those never ending road trips to Floyd, Ryan's childhood and home.

Quote for last St.Rita field day: I got the last laugh;p

Dear Diary,
        I snagged this from [*raven16*]'s house(my X) and probably since I complimented him on it, he'll probably take it down. So I took it for future refrence so I can remember it. Cause this is the first time I had actually read something where he sounded like a person, not just an angry kid(sorry Nick if your pissed off that I took it, but I really couldn't resist^-^):

Well if I learned anything this year at school is that you shouldn't joke around your friends and others. Another thing that I learned is that you shouldn't be mean to pepole cause later they well come back at you, and your going to not like it. I really wished i learned that a long time ago, but now i know for future times on what not to do, anymore. So that later i woun't have problems like i had now. I should have put this in diary but its more of a lesson then and entry lol. I am really thankful for the person who tought me that. Thank you.

I'll never forget you Nick, I just hope you won't forget me.
Kari

Dear Diary,
        So much is happenin' in so little time and everything going so fast. I wish it would slow down just a little for me. Just to slow down enough for me to take everything in and and try to cope with it. It's kinda hard for me, well, everything's hard for me right now. I have a cold and afraid that it might last till June 1st when I have my singing performance. And there's also the Shakespeare play. And there's also the Spring concert. And there's also school and my grades. And there's also Camille and Kura. And there's also Nick, Joseph, and TK. And there's also just, well, life. I dunno. Lately I have just been thinking about love. When my mom was in school, she had to repeat ever grade she did because her father was always moving around to different countries and places, so she had to repeat the grade and learn the language. So anyway, when she was in 3rd grade, she still couldn't write. And when she finally did, her first word was 'love'. When my mom first told me this, I didn't see why she thought it was so important, then I started looking more closely and I found love is as great as her writing it as her first word. Sorry I'm boring you with all this. I just wanted to make a decent diary entry for all of you, ya know, just so you can keep up with times. I'm sorry it sucks though. Kura's are always so interesting and here I am talking about love *thinks back to Kura's latest entry about wanting a boba fett spirt bottle* Uh... yeah^-^U
Well... gtg.
C ya!
<3 Kari

Just don't know what to write, songs are the only way I can express my feelings at the moment.
"Twenty-four" by Switchfoot

Twenty-four oceans
Twenty-four skies
Twenty-four failures
And twenty-four tries
Twenty-four finds me
In twenty-fourth place
With twenty-four drop outs
At the end of the day

Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty-four hours ago
Still I'm singing 'Spirit,
take me up in arms with You'
And I'm not who I thought I was
Twenty-four hours ago
Still I'm singing 'Spirit,
take me up in arms with You'

There's twenty-four reasons
To admit that I'm wrong
With all my excuses
Still twenty-four strong

See, I'm not copping out
Not copping out
Not copping out
When you're raising the dead in me

Oh, oh
I am the second man
Oh, oh
I am the second man now
Oh, I am the second man now
And you're raising these...

Twenty-four voices
With twenty-four hearts
All of my symphonies
In twenty-four parts
But I want to be one today
Centered and true
I'm singing 'Spirit take me up in arms with You'
You're raising the dead in me

Oh, oh
I am the second man
Oh, oh
I am the second man now
Oh
I am the second man now
And you're raising the dead in me
Yeah

I wanna see miracles
To see the world change
Wrestled the angel for more than a name
For more than a feeling
For more than a cause
I'm singing 'Spirit, take me up in arms with You'
And you're raising the dead in me

Twenty-four oceans
With twenty-four hearts
All of my symphonies
With twenty-four parts
Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty-four hours ago
Still I'm singing 'Spirit,
take me up in arms with You'
I'm not copping out
Not copping out

Ok, here is a really sad thing I read that my mom had. It was written by Erma Bombeck, after finding out she was dying from cancer:
"If I Had My Life To Live Over"

I would have gone to bed when I was sick
instead of pretending the earth would go on
a holding pattern if I weren't here for the day

I would have burned a pink candle sculped
like a rose before it melted in storage

I would have talked less and listened more

I would have invited friends over to dinner
even if the carpet was stained or the sofa faded

I would have eaten popcorn in the 'good' living room
and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light fire in the fireplace

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather
ramble about his youth

I would have never have insisted the car windows
be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had been teased and sprayed

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains

I would have cried and laughed less while watching TV and more while watching life

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would have never said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been more "I love you's"

More "I'm sorry's."

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would have seized every minuted, look at it and really see, live it and never give it back.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Cause every day, there was something worth living for. Erma just didn't realize it till she was about to loose her life.
Kari

Ok, here's just another song, mainly about living life to your fullest! Enjoy:
"Gone" by Switchfoot
She told him she'd rather fix her makeup
than try and fix what's going on
But the problem keeps on calling
even with the cell phone gone.

She told him that she believes in living
bigger than she's living now
But her world keeps spinning backwards
And upside down.

Don't say so long, and throw yourself wrong.
Don't spin today away, 'cause today will soon be

Gone, like yesterday is gone
Like history is gone
Just try and prove me wrong and
pretend like you're immortal.

She said, he said, live like no tomorrow
Everyday we borrow brings us
one step closer to the edge. Infinity.
Where's your treasure, where's your hope
if you get the world and lose your soul?
She pretends like she pretends like she's immortal.

Don't say so long, you're not that far gone.
This could be your big chance to make-up
Today will soon be

Gone, like yesterday is gone
Like history is gone
The world keeps spinning on
You're going, going
Gone, like summer break is gone,
Like Saturday is gone
Just try and prove me wrong and
pretend like you're immortal (you're immortal)
You're immortal (you're immortal)

Ha-ah

We are not infinite
We are not permanent
Nothing is immediate
We are so confident in our accomplishments.
Look at our decadence.

Gone, like Frank Sinatra, like Elvis and his mom,
Like Al Pacino's cash, nothing lasts in this life.
My High School dreams are gone,
my childhood sweets are gone
Life is a day that doesn't last for long.

Life is more than money, time was never money.
Time was never cash, life is still more than girls.
Life is more than hundred dollar bills and roto-tom fills.
Life is more than fame and rock and roll and thrills,
All the riches of the kings end up in wills
We've got information in the information age
but do we know what life is outside of our convenient Lexus cages?

She said he said live like no tomorrow
Every moment that we borrow brings us closer
to a God who's not short of cash
Hey Bono, I'm glad you asked.
Life is still worth living, Life is still worth living.
Life is more that we are.

Ok, here's a story my bud TK made in class, I thought it was just SO funny and stupid, that I put it up here:
So, one day I was riding on my motorcycle. It was a beautiful day. I was riding happily on my motorcycle when Bob shows up. I waved ‘hi’ to Bob, but he isn’t important. Anyways, back to me riding on my motorcycle. I was cruising down the street when Mr. Tree walked across it. I stopped and said hello. Mr. Tree isn’t important either. I really wish all these people would stop randomly appearing in my story. So anyways, I was still riding on my motorcycle on this happy day-it was a red motorcycle, I like Red. Well actually, I like blue, but oh well. Suddenly a randomly appearing brick appeared, randomly. I crashed into the brick wall. It hurt a lot, but it was a good thing because the randomly appearing brick wall wanted to take over the world, so I saved the day!

Uh... yeah, that pretty much explains itself0.o
Bye!
Kari