end of an era

soooo funny: http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/

mom: nena is not doing well :( she can't swallow.
me: oh no! is she in the hospital? that makes me feel so sad :(
mom: i know :( no she is home - olga is really upset, she can't do anything for her and she just has to let her die - very sad


prayers?

nena is the mother of my grandmother's friend olga - she's 94 now and she hasn't been doing very well for a few months.

oh, i feel so sad...

just wow.

something is changing quickly.

The things that are really for thee gravitate to thee. You are running to seek your friend. Let your feet run, but your mind need not. If you do not find him, will you not acquiesce that it is best you should not find him? for there is a power, which, as it is in you, is in him also, and could therefore very well bring you together, if it were for the best. You are preparing with eagerness to go and render a service to which your talent and your taste invite you, the love of men and the hope of fame. Has it not occurred to you, that you have no right to go, unless you are equally willing to be prevented from going? O, believe, as thou livest, that every sound that is spoken over the round world, which thou oughtest to hear, will vibrate on thine ear! Every proverb, every book, every byword that belongs to thee for aid or comfort, shall surely come home through open or winding passages. Every friend whom not thy fantastic will, but the great and tender heart in thee craveth, shall lock thee in his embrace. And this, because the heart in thee is the heart of all; not a valve, not a wall, not an intersection is there anywhere in nature, but one blood rolls uninterruptedly an endless circulation through all men, as the water of the globe is all one sea, and, truly seen, its tide is one.

so, i'm really really working on it, and it's hard to do this on my own.

oh yeah and war sucks.

chaaarliiiie!
(kim sent this to me... we are sick, sick people)

Title: Tortas De Cacao [Columbian Cocoa Cakes]
Categories: Columbia, Desserts
Yield: 16 cakes

1 T Baking powder
1 c Sugar
1 pn Salt
3 ea Eggs
2/3 c Milk
3/4 c Cocoa powder
1 t Vanilla
1 1/2 c Flour

Preheat oven to 375F. Beat butter until creamy. Add sugar and continue to beat until light and very fluffy. Add eggs one at a time, again beating well each time.
Combine cocoa, flour, baking powder and salt. Mix dry ingredients then add to egg mixture. Add milk. Beat until smooth. Add vanilla and beat well.
Transfer resulting batter to greased, floured muffin tins. Each cup should be about 2/3 full. Bake 20 minutes until toothpick comes out clean.
Remove from tins and cool on wire racks.

http://www.themcpassion.com/

one of our religion profs emailed it to my friend.
which is hilarious in and of itself.

omg this is the funniest thing in the world.

http://americangirlsareeasy.com/book/

pray for Dr. Schmidt and his wife Judy... they found cancer in his colon a little more than a week ago, and it's spread to his liver and lungs and they don't think he'll make it through the night...

http://www.eugenemirman.com/

megan sent that to me, in order to give me NIGHTMARES.

listen to the who medley... tee hee hee.

background:
http://www.splc.org/legalresearch.asp?id=2

http://www.studentpress.org/nspa/trends/~law0305hs.html

http://www.splc.org/legalresearch.asp?subcat=3

http://www.splc.org/legalresearch.asp?subcat=3


case: hosty v. carter (2005)
http://www.splc.org/legalresearch.asp?id=49

http://www.ca7.uscourts.gov/fdocs/docs.fwx?caseno=01-4155&submit=showdkt&yr=01&num=4155.PD


also, Hazelwood School District v. Kuhlmeier (1988)

thematic emotion for the week: loneliness.

she's lump, she's in my head.

speaking of lumps, my lymph nodes are horribly swollen, but I feel fine. still, that can't be good.

I'm endlessly tempted to just shower and go to sleep.

boys... suck.

people need to stop pressuring me to do stuff.

I'm gonna shower then nap. bye.

There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone
And I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone
And you won't find me singin' on this song when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here.

And I won't feel the flowing of the time when I'm gone
All the pleasures of love will not be mine when I'm gone
My pen won't pour a lyric line when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here.

And I won't breathe the bracing air when I'm gone
And I can't even worry 'bout my cares when I'm gone
Won't be asked to do my share when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here.

And I won't be running from the rain when I'm gone
And I can't even suffer from the pain when I'm gone
Can't say who's to praise and who's to blame when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here.

Won't see the golden of the sun when I'm gone
And the evenings and the mornings will be one when I'm gone
Can't be singing louder than the guns when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here.

All my days won't be dances of delight when I'm gone
And the sands will be shifting from my sight when I'm gone
Can't add my name into the fight while I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here.

And I won't be laughing at the lies when I'm gone
And I can't question how or when or why when I'm gone
Can't live proud enough to die when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here.

There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone
And I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone
And you won't find me singin' on this song when I'm gone while I'm here
So I guess I'll have to do it,
I guess I'll have to do it,
I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here.