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Name: Molly
Gender: Female
Interests: Band, Photo, Art, Music, Yoga, Sleeping, Laughing, Smiling, Helping People
Expertise: Hmmm...I'm not really an expert at anything, but yay Band?
Occupation: Student
Member Since:
9/28/2003
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| Apparently, I haven't updated my xanga in over a year. I think someone's facebook status mentioned xanga, and it reminded me that I have one and I felt compelled to pay it a visit.
I'm considering getting rid of this thing, but I'm very conflicted. This xanga, that takes up the tiniest, most insignificant speck of space in the realm of the worldwide web, holds nearly five years of my life. This space holds nearly five years of my memories, and I'm not sure I want to hold onto them. Of course, I'm saying this after having just read nearly two years of my posts...I ALWAYS do that when I've been away from xanga for a long time, and I usually regret it at least a little bit. Regardless, I'm not sure I want to keep all those years of memories in a space where, unlike my brain, they will remain permanent and concrete until I push a Delete button. Obviously, the past five years have held a lot of good times: get-togethers and inside jokes with my closest friends; a first date and many high school dances to follow; falling in love; becoming a drum major; acceptance into college...the list goes on. At the same time, there are a lot of events in my life that I no longer wish to revisit in writing: a funeral for a lifelong friend; loads of surgeries; stress, stress, and more stress (thank you, Stevenson); indescribable heartbreak. I suppose deleting all those old posts is somewhat a cop-out, since that would only leave me with the memories that my brain allows me to think about. Then consider the fact that many of those memories are either incomplete or horribly distorted thanks to my own general psyche. I have a few private posts containing old AIM conversations; those are the ones that really make this decision difficult. Part of me wants to keep them as a reminder of my past, however painful, as proof that things worked out the way they were supposed to and are better this way. At the same time, I've come so far since then and have learned to move on, and I fear that keeping those conversations as a part of recorded history are a reminder that will hinder all of the progress I've already made. Does this make any sense to anyone but myself??? Probably not.
It's interesting looking back a year, or two or three, and then stepping back to evaluate myself. Even after reading a couple of years of...well, life, I still can't see all the ways I've changed. I have to say though, one depressing change is that I used to be much more grammatically sound than I am now. I guess drilling proper grammar and the general concept of literacy into our heads for so many years in grade school and high school was good for something.
So I suppose my options are as follows:
1) Keep xanga for nostalgic purposes, regardless of the emotions that are revealed from said nostalgia
2) Get rid of xanga and move on completely into the next chapter of my life
3) Keep xanga and try updating regularly again; record my thoughts and memories so that they won't be restricted by my own mental capacity, but also so that when another five years pass, I'll be in the same nostalgic shoes and will probably be happy that I have a means to look back on myself and see how far I've come.
I kind of like the third option. There's one problem, though...what's with all these newfangled links & buttons on xanga?? All these facebook-like contraptions are nonsense...man, the internet sure isn't like it used to be. God, I'm old. 
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| Our house has been a MESS the last few weeks. This week, we're getting the rest of the downstairs, upstairs hallway, and my room painted. There's a layer of dust everywhere, the house smells funny, and I feel so bad for our pets because they have to be locked up all day...bleh. The painters are really cool though, and soooo funny...and in a few days I will have a much-anticipated pretty yellow room, so at least there's something to look forward to.  Of course, getting my room painted means pretty much moving out of it. This is the first time my room has been this empty since we moved into this house, almost 14 years ago. I've been looking through boxes of stuff my mom's saved from school from 4th grade or so through junior high. There's so much stuff...I honestly don't know why we saved it, or better yet how it all fit in my dinky closet. I did find some special things though, like old essays and notebook drawings, notes Paul and I wrote to each other in Mrs. Traxler's class, and more. The seemingly endless mounds of homework assignments, projects, and class notes have at last been reduced to a modest stack of only the most important things from age 10 to 14. I don't even know where all the high school stuff is right now, aside from the random piles here and there...or maybe that's all there is and I became less of a pack rat in high school and I just can't remember? Unlikely. We got together on Saturday for the first time in almost two years. We were talking for 3 and a half hours, just like old friends. Of course afterwards it brought back a lot of memories. Even still...it was good. Really good. | | |
| Hey there Delilah,
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away,
But girl tonight you look so pretty,
Yes you do,
Times Square can't shine as bright as you,
I swear it's true. Hey there Delilah,
Don't you worry about the distance,
I'm right there if you get lonely,
Give this song another listen,
Close your eyes,
Listen to my voice it's my disguise,
I'm by your side.
Oh it's what you do to me,
Oh it's what you do to me,
Oh it's what you do to me,
Oh it's what you do to me,
What you do to me. Hey there Delilah,
I know times are getting hard,
But just believe me girl someday,
I'll pay the bills with this guitar,
We'll have it good,
We'll have the life we know we could,
My word is good. Hey there Delilah,
I've got so much left to say,
If every simple song I wrote to you,
Would take your breath away,
I'd write it all,
Even more in love with me you'd fall,
We'd have it all. Oh it's what you do to me,
Oh it's what you do to me,
Oh it's what you do to me,
Oh it's what you do to me. A thousand miles seems pretty far,
But they've got planes and trains and cars,
I'd walk to you if I had no other way,
Our friends would all make fun of us,
And we'll just laugh along because,
We know that none of them have felt this way,
Delilah I can promise you,
That by the time that we get through,
The world will never ever be the same,
And you're to blame. Hey there Delilah you be good,
And don't you miss me,
Two more years and you'll be done with school,
And I'll be making history,
Like I do,
You'll know it's all because of you,
We can do whatever we want to,
Hey there Delilah here's to you,
This one's for you. Oh it's what you do to me,
Oh it's what you do to me,
Oh it's what you do to me,
Oh it's what you do to me,
What you do to me. | | |
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Rare Turtle Hatches at Tenn. AquariumBy Associated PressCHATTANOOGA, Tenn. - A rare turtle has hatched at the Tennessee Aquarium, one of only three places in the United States that display the endangered species, aquarium officials announced. A Beal's four-eyed turtle, named for two white spots on the back of its head that look like a pair of eyes, hatched from a clutch of three eggs, officials said Friday. "This little turtle in Chattanooga may represent the first successful reproduction of Sacalia bealei in a North American institution," aquarium herpetologist Enrico Walder said. The turtle weighed 0.21 ounces and was 1.52 inches long when it hatched June 9. There are only 18 known Beal's four-eyed turtles in the United States and Europe. The Dallas Zoo and the Charles Paddock Zoo in Atascadero, Calif., also have the turtles, officials at the Chattanooga aquarium said. The turtles were once common in southern China, and researchers believe their numbers will not grow because of the species' low reproductive rate. "As with many Asian species, the Beal's four-eyed turtle has been over collected for use in the Chinese food and traditional medicine trade," Walder said. A male Beal's four-eyed turtle is on display at the aquarium, but the baby will not be exhibited until it is older. ___ On the Net: Tennessee Aquarium: http://www.tnaqua.org Copyright 2007 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed. | | |
| Aaaaaand now I'm sick. Lovely. Last time I got sick during a chem final, it was NOT pretty... | | |
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