Well, I haven't told anyone on JU, but I guess now is a good a time as ever to tell you all that I am now employed. I've been working about three weeks now at the local branch library as a shelver. It's a great job with really flexible hours, and I love the atmosphere, and all of the other librarians. It seems that I now have an extra three mothers, which is pretty fun. Today we had Cooking with Kids at the library, and it was a blast! We had about 19 people total, and they made brownie de...

Lately, I've been getting letters and poems from a secret admirer. While I find this a little flattering, I also find it a little strange, and I just wish that whoever is writing the letters and poems would just tell me who they are, because I'm not very comfortable with the whole idea. To be honest, I don't know whether I should be flattered or afraid. I've been told not to worry about anything, but it still worries me a little just because I don't know who this person is, and if I do kno...

This one time, at band camp.... Band Camp Stories, no1. The first time I posted this, the top page and a half got deleted. I don't know how, but here is the article in its entirety. Most of the time in band, you go with traditions that have been set in place by people far gone, seniors from a long time ago that thought it would be cool to try something new and different. That new and different thing becomes a tradition passed on my word and action to new band members who repeat those ...

The semi-famous Capt. Cornbread and NotSoSmellySarah are gone. They've left JU. Boycotted it, left it, canceled it, just plain quit, what ever. All because of something that I helped cause. Their struggle shall not have been in vain. I could not have saved them from the drama, but I can avenge them. From now on, I'm done with this. I'm done with drama, I'm done with the crying and the hating and the smiling and patting backs with knives in our hands. This crap ends here, and it ends...

I tell you flat out It hurts too much to think of this So from my everything I exclude The very thing that I hate more than everything How I'm painful and powerless, to create who I truly am. I've ran away From all this and so much more And I just plead and pray Please let my problems go away if they're ignored But life doesn't work like that No it doesn't work like that. When I hit the ground I go down hard And I take everything I've learned And do nothing but disregard ...

Academic challenge team took a hard hit tonight at a 1game win 2 game loss at the LU meet. Today's been pretty good, and I don't think I've made anyone cry or made anyone hate me today, so that's a plus! LOL I've got a number to call if I feel like crying now. That's cool. It's even cooler that I'm allowed to call and cry, and that's ok. I've not gotten into any fights, hurt anyone, hurt myself, felt like breaking down and falling to the ground sobbing uncontrollably.... you know, th...

If I could choose, I would take black eyes and bruises, over this heartache that they say, will never completely go away. And know that I don't hate you, and know that I don't wanna fight you, and know that I'll always love you, but for now, I just don't...know. And I said I know that this will hurt, But if I don't break you heart, things will just get worse. If the burden seems too much to bear, Remember the end will justify the pain it took to get us there. Reach out t...

Academic Challenge/ In the Know season is upon the new team, and we've started out strong in A Tri meet with schools which will convienently be sensored to be called A, B, and C schools. I'm a team captain, and Capt. and Zoo, along with morethanme and the anonymous kinjruh make up a small part of our team. Academic Challenge is a game of intellect and knowledge, as two teams of four players apiece battle it out in 3, 10-minute maches where each team will try to answer as many questions th...

I’m sick of hearing it. Every day, someone I know says it, and I’m sick. Sick and tired of hearing the words “African-American” and “Caucasian”. We, as one race of human beings are many colors. We are black. We are white. We are tan, we are brown. We are bright and dark. Black and white are beautiful colors. Why aren’t you proud of being them? Beebes

If we can agree on Newton's Third Law of Motion... I have an interesting little free thought I was working on a while ago that I felt some might want to see. IF every action has a equal and opposite reaction, THEN, every part of our lives is a reaction to an equal and opposite action. All of these actions and reactions have to have an origin because each action is truly a reaction to another previous action. So, if each action is truly a reaction to a previous equal and opposite action...

Googled myself today out of sheer boredom. Turns out I'm the only Death_By_Beebles..... ever. The same DBB that showed up at the magic chatrooms and blog sites, chemistry help sites and stardock stuff have all been me. Every time, I've been Death_By_Beebles. I'm unique! Try googling your sign in name... you might be suprised... or your computer might get bogged down with porn.... Just something to think about. Peace, Beebes

Trust. What an interesting concept. Every day I trust people that I know, and people that I might never see again in my life. I trust that kids at school aren't trying to blow me up. I trust that a close friend will keep my secrets and be there when I've fallen down. My relationship with Sam taught me something beautiful about trust. The fact is, I have to have it from the people I love. The beauty of it is that I need trust, and in some strange way I find that comforting. It makes me fee...

The pain is almost unbearable. My leg is killing me, and it's only been one day at school. I almost passed out in Senior Skills class today, and I can't take the medicine prescribed to me because it makes me drowsy, and I can't fall asleep at school. I'm asking you all for your prayers and encouragement through these hard times. I need help to get through this, and knowing that people out there are thinking about me and praying for me will give me strength. Song I'm listening to right ...

Well, a little fill in for everyone, since I haven't posted a life-blog in a while... I should start by saying that I just had my ACL reconstructed on the 23rd of Dec. (Fun way to spend the holidays, let me tell you). Physical therapy three times a week, exercises, and a pleasant machine called a CPM (I'd find a some rude words for the acronym, but I don't feel like it) Needless to say, I'm in constant pain pretty much all the time. I had a hamstring transplant surgery, along with a media...

I've noticed that. If you delete something or someone, it just goes away. But, really, does it? Does it really go away when you hit the backspace button? Can you really make me disappear by deleting my name? Does that solve your problem? If things were that simple... why would we exist? If you keep on removing things that you don't like, keep deleting them, then what really happens? Every time one of those things comes back, and it will, eventually, you have to go through the pain...