Sliding through wool
Piercing me
Plunging through me
Leaving ice water in their wake
October's here
Green leaves burning
falling to the ground
A carpet of fire
Branches shiver with me
October's here
Grey sheet over the sun
wringing itself out daily
cold wash water
streaking down
October's here
October's here.
November's coming.
October's here.
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steak + grill.
Today - YUP! I'd start it over, and then have the common sense not to get out of bed. Whatever, though. I'll live. I generally don't see the point to starting things over. Things happen, and while there may not be a reason or some grand scheme or plan the events fit into, once they happen, they have meaning. They help create us and turn us into who we are. Denying an event's existence, by ignoring it or starting the day/week/month/year over, is to deny growth.
And yeah, growth can hurt. But that passes, and in the end, I wouldn't start over. I'd rather try to improve my lot in the future than worry about the past. One I can change. The other I can't.
I've never broken a mirror, so I wouldn't know. As for the black cat thing, I pick them up, cuddle them and play with them on a daily basis. Nothing horrible has happened to me yet. And the ladder thing - that's not superstition, just common sense... I'd assume that having a ladder fall on you would not be fun, and knocking it out from under someone would be even less fun.
I'm clearly not all that superstitious, though if I thought about it (and it werent 7am) I'd probably be able to pick a few things...
A SUNY Brockport student died on campus overnight.
A SUNY Brockport official tells News 10NBC that Daniel Dix, 19-years-old from Eden NY, fell in a residence hall stairwell around 12:30 Saturday morning.
SUNY Brockport President John R. Halstead, released this statement earlier today:
“On behalf of the entire College at Brockport community, I offer my deepest condolences to the family and friends of Daniel Dix. Our thoughts and prayers go out to them at this difficult time.”
http://www.whec.com/news/stories/S898407.s
OK. I'm sooo sick of this crap. Here's the short list of my pet peeves:
Two/too/to
they're/their/there
your/you're/yore
who's/whose
its/it's
who/whom
seomicolons
apostrophes
know/no
Here's a rant about some of them:
"To" and "too" and "two" are not the same thing! "To" is a preposition as in "To which doohickey does this thingamajig attach?" if you speak Grammy's language or "To whom are you sending that>" It also denotes the infinitive of a verb, as in "to go" or, in context, "if you do not use grammar properly, I am going to put my boot up your ass." I'm not going to get bitchy about prepositions at the end of sentences, simply because I do that as well from time to time, but USE THE CORRECT WORD, DAMMIT! "Too" means "also," "as well," or "excessive(ly)." Simple as that. "I'm going to the game, too!" or "I will never have too much chocolate." "Two" is a number. Simple as that. Two = 2. Yay. 2+two=four. Easy. Stop. Fucking. It. Up. Or. I. Will.Need. To. Put. My. Two. Boots. Too. Far. Up. Your. Ass. For. You. To. Ever. Sit. Again. See? They're sooo easy to use properly! Start.... Now!
Since we're on the topic of homonyms... You're, Yore and Your. You're = You + Are. Similar to you're annoying me if you so happen to be one of the people this is aimed at. Your = that's your cookie. You own that cookie. That is your ass like these are my boots. My boots are a wonderful teaching tool. Its is not the same as it's. Its is like your and whose. It means "that belongs to it." "I'm spending money on its repairs," would be appropriate when referring to the traumatic hemorrhage that is my car. It's = it + is. "It's fucking cold out." "Yore" refers to something waaay in the past. See? It's easy.
Now, a HUGE pet peeve of mine: APOSTROPHES. Say it how you will; I don't care. Call them flying commas; I do. Plurality is not denoted by use of these things: ' or " or "' or any other combination of little flying commas you choose to use! "Dad's" does not mean two or more fathers! It means "that thing there belongs to Dad." They denote possession! And not the devil taking someone over, either. The ownership kind. Kinda like saying "That cookie is mine," but instead saying that it is, in fact, Kenny's. Not that I ever share cookies. See, the "cookies" thing does not have an apostrophe. It is plural and doesn't own anything. A group of something owning something else is denoted thus: Those toys are my sisters'. Apostrophe after the plural noun in possession of whatever the hell they own. There is also the "0bject + is = object's" use, like this: My boot's going to (insert whatever you'd like here). Too easy. Start getting it right. It's really, really, really not hard!!!
Next: Who vs Whom. Using Whom incorrectly makes you sound like a fucking idiot. If you can replace it with he, she or I, USE WHO!!!! If you can replace it with him, her or me, use whom. Again, "Who is that?" is correct. "Whom is that?" will result in your ass being introduced to my boots. Catching the common thread here? "To whom does this belong?" Correct. "To who does this belong?" Boot up the ass.
Whose vs who's... Just as easy as the rest of this stuff. Whose is possessive. "Whose is that?" Who's = who + is. "Who's that?" So hard to get it wrong...
Semicolons. Not a colon, not a comma; it's not Superman either. It's like "whom." Use it wrong and you look like a moron. It takes the place of a comma-conjunction joining a compound sentence. I want a cookie; i don't know what kind. I don't know why people don't get this; it is fairly simple, and it's really, really annoying.
More homonyms: know vs no. NO, I do not KNOW quantum mechanics. No is a negative response. Know means you're aware of something. Easy, right?
Now, I use crappy shorthand all the time in my class notes. Two, too and to all become 2. You're and your become ur; people turn into ppl... That's notes, not things I want other people to see. Papers, letter and most of my writing in reality are written properly. My journal, not that it matters to any of you, varies between very lovely prose and absolute shit grammar. It all depends on how bad my wrists are that day.
Take home messages: I'm not usually a bitch about it, but poor grammar annoys the hell out of me, aaand if you ever need anything proofread, ask. I catch almost everything and you can pay in chocolate, hugs or credit when you get a better grade than if you hadn't let me proof it.
I was sickened this evening to learn the news that a large motor sport dealer in Challis Idaho is hosting a coyote killing contest with cash prizes being given out to those who kill coyotes in many different categories including the most, the largest, the smallest, oldest and youngest among others within a 12 hour period of time.
These animals will be killed in many barbaric ways including baited with meats to traps, called in with electronic calls and shot from long distances with high powered rifles, ran down with snow machines to the point of exhaustion and either shot point blank or ripped apart by being ran over from the snowmobile. Many of them will be shoot from the roadside a highly illegal and dangerous practice.
Whats worse is these wild animals deaths are generating profit for the motor sport company because they are charging a fee for entry into the contest, the contest has been advertised in several newspapers and a big turn out is expected.
Mass killings like this do horrible things for the environment and can lead to population explosions of rodents. The rodents that would of been killed by the coyotes hunting are then killed with deadly poisons with your tax dollars costing you even more money.
There is not much we can do to stop this event from happening because there is absolute zero protection afforded to the coyote by Idaho law as they are classified as a trash animal or varmit.
But if you have a moment please call the Challis Chamber of Commerce at 208.879.2771 and express your outrage for this inhumane event phone calls work best for protest but if you are crunched for time shoot an email to them at challischamber@custertel.net , tell them specifically you will now refuse to do business with there community and will pass by there town whenever you are in there region for promoting and allowing such an event to occur. You can also call the sponsor of the contest 'Bent Rod Sports' at 208.879.2500
For more information please see Ralph Maughns Website posting here:
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Im beyond fed up with the attitudes and mindsets of the public here in Idaho about our wildlife, our state and other bordering states enjoy the largest mostly intact ecosystem in the 49 states (save Alaska) and its time we respect it. Coyotes are beautiful and essential animals to the wilderness out here and with proper management and sound science could even be very beneficial to the agricultural industry.
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This is me:
Coyote hunt 3:02pm
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This is sickening. Really, truly sickening. There is no need for this hunt, no ethical defense...
I'm not going to make a secret of it. I'm not the activist type, I don't go out of my way most of the time and I tend to have my opinions and have them quietly. On this, however, I'd love to be able to raise all hell and send it straight at the people organising and participating in this hunt.
I know I'm biased. I love coyotes. They're beautiful creatures, and hearing 3 valleys echoing with their voices is my favorite part of summer. A close second is when I'm convinced to take the dogs out at night, or go for a walk at night, and hear them following and flanking me. I'm not a fan of being followed in the woods, but at night that is their place. I can't imagine any real justification for hunting them like this, for no reason but for fun. Even if a few of the people hunting, and I use the term people here loosely, use the meat and skin for something other than trash and decoration, it's a huge waste of time, energy, money and life.
I hope none of them so much as see a single coyote, or hallucinate one. I hope, in fact, none of them see a damn thing but trees and the other hunters on the 21st.
This is sickening. Really, truly sickening. There is no need for this hunt, no ethical defense...
I'm not going to make a secret of it. I'm not the activist type, I don't go out of my way most of the time and I tend to have my opinions and have them quietly. On this, however, I'd love to be able to raise all hell and send it straight at the people organising and participating in this hunt.
I know I'm biased. I love coyotes. They're beautiful creatures, and hearing 3 valleys echoing with their voices is my favorite part of summer. A close second is when I'm convinced to take the dogs out at night, or go for a walk at night, and hear them following and flanking me. I'm not a fan of being followed in the woods, but at night that is their place. I can't imagine any real justification for hunting them like this, for no reason but for fun. Even if a few of the people hunting, and I use the term people here loosely, use the meat and skin for something other than trash and decoration, it's a huge waste of time, energy, money and life.
I hope none of them so much as see a single coyote, or hallucinate one. I hope, in fact, none of them see a damn thing but trees and the other hunters on the 21st.
Waking Up: Big Me (foo fighters)
First Day Of School: Unbound (A7X)
Falling In Love: March of the celts (Enya)
Fight Song: Flight to the Ford (Howard Shore)
Breaking Up: Minas Morgul (Howard Shore)
Prom: Hey Jude (The Beatles)
Life's Just...: The Wonderful Future (OLP)
Mental Breakdown: Overdose (ACDC)
Driving: Finger Lickin Good (Beastie Boys)
Flashback: A Place for my Head (Linkin Park)
Getting Back Together: Parachutes (Coldplay)
Birth Of Child: Coming Undone (Korn)
Wedding: All In the Family (Korn)
Finale Battle: Bounce (Thousand Foot Krutch)
Death Scene: The Great Deceiver (Evergrey)
Funeral Song: Cold (Crossfade)
End Credits: Cold and Ugly (Tool)
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To anyone I haven't told to fuck off, the next time you run into me and say you've missed me, where have I been and you were meaning to call me? Y'all have my number. Use it if you want, and don't lie to me when you see me somewhere. Don't pretend you know me or what I've been doing, because you haven't bothered to talk to me. You haven't bothered to call me, even if you have been thinking about it, you haven't even been bothered to leave a message here or on facebook just saying hi. And don't start because of this. Don't do it just so you can say you have.
I admit, I don't know most of you anymore either. I haven't talked to you or reached out either, but I don't lie when we meet randomly. I don't tell you I was meaning to call, because I wasn't. I don't say I was thinking about you, because I probably have better things to do with my time. And I don't say I miss you because... well... I probably don't. There are a few I miss, yes, and I tell those people that, but I'm not gonna lie to people just to seem like I still give a damn. Such a waste of effort.
Je sais pas... La vie est stressante, et je suis peut-etre mal au coeur... Je sais pas. J'ai besoid d'une semain pour dormir et de relacher... Mais est-ce que j'ai un semain, ou seulement un jour, pour ca? Evidement, non. Alors, ca, c'est ridicule. J'ai un weekend pour "les vacances," si on peut le s'appeler, mais est-ce que je peux relacher? Non. Comme toujours, non.
Baisez ca. Baisez Brockport. Baisez l'universite. Baisez l'entirete.
Mon dieu, baise moi.
Ou, si vous preferez, vous pouvez attempter a m'embracer, a me reconforter. Bonne chance. Je suis pas joyeux, et si vous voulez le changer, vous auriez besoin de beaucoup de chance.
Alors... C'est ridicule.
Baisez l'humanite, s'il vous plait. Ca ne me dit rien.
First Day Of School: Cameltosis (Korn)
Falling In Love: Baby, Please Don't Go (ACDC)
Fight Song: Turn the Page (bob Seger)
Breaking Up: Go Down (ACDC)
Prom: Skin Ticket (Slipknot)
Life's Just...: Universe (Alien Ant Farm)
Mental Breakdown: Brain Washing (Bob Marley)
Driving: Spoken Wheel (Flogging Molly)
Flashback: Tread Oh (Marley)
Getting Back Together: Still of the Night (Whitesnake)
Birth Of Child: Ataraxia (Everclear)
Wedding: Black (Sevendust)
Finale Battle: Thank Goodness (Wicked)
Death Scene: Stem (Static X)
Funeral Song: It's On! (Korn)
End Credits: King of Suede (Weird Al)
First Day Of School: Standing in the Middle (Linkin Park)
Falling In Love: Anywhere by Evanescence
Fight Song: Dear Prudence by the Beatles
Breaking Up: Shunjun from the deathnote soundtrack
Prom: Gone by the Cure
Life's Just...: Party at the Leper colony by Weird Al
Mental Breakdown: the last rose of summer by celtic woman
Driving:Shine by Sevendust
Flashback: Woad to Ruin by Hans Zimmer
Getting Back Together: So in Love by Ella Fitzgerald
Birth Of Child: I'm So Tired by the Beatles
Wedding: All I Ask of You from Phantom of the Opera
Finale Battle:Tolerate by Staind
Death Scene: One Drop by Bob Marley
Funeral Song:Star by Primal Scream
End Credits: Alter Mann by Rammstein
- I'm listening to:take a wild guess.
First Day Of School: Help the Poor by B.B. King
Falling In Love: Home by Brian McKnight
Fight Song: Reptile by NIN
Breaking Up: Eulogy by Tool
Prom: Ttripping Billies by Dave Matthews Band
Life's Just...: Zetsubou Billy from Death Note soundtrack
Mental Breakdown: Only One by the GooGoo Dolls
Driving: Let it Roll by Velvet Revolver
Flashback: Trashed and Scattered by A7X
Getting Back Together: As I Roved Out from Irish Ballads
Birth Of Child: Torn by Disturbed
Wedding: The Council of Elrond from LotR
Finale Battle: I Can't Watch This by Weird Al
Death Scene: Once by Van Halen
Funeral Song: Things are Looking Up by Ella Fitzgerald
End Credits: Crawling in the Dark by Hoobastank
Waking Up: riders of the storm by the Doors
First Day Of School: Jupiter's Child by Steppenwolf
Falling In Love: Evacuee by Enya
Fight Song: Figured you out by Nickelback
Breaking Up: It's been a while by Staind
Prom: Closer by Lacuna Coil
Life's Just...: Interstate by System 7
Mental Breakdown: My heaven is your hell by Lordi
Driving: The Couch by Alanis Morrisette
Flashback: Lucia de Lammermoor from the 5th element
Getting Back Together: Where the River Goes by the Stone Temple Pilots
Birth Of Child: Perfection or Vanity by Dimmu Borgir
Wedding: Save Me by Queen
Finale Battle: Lovers (irish folk song)
Death Scene: Down to the Sea in Ships by Adreinne Jones
Funeral Song: Don Quixote by the London Symphony Orchestra
End Credits: Bad Habit by teh Dresden Dolls
What does that phrase really mean?
I understand that the bodytype supermodels and most actresses possess is an extreme minority, but come on. They're just as real as anyone else. The size 0 woman is no less real than the size 10 or 15 standing next to her, the XL is no more valid than the XXS. To say anything different is insulting, to say the least. To call one person a real woman implies that only that woman is valid, only that woman matters, only women who look like her are worth something, when it is indeed the exact opposite.
Every woman is real. Every woman is valid, is worth something, no matter who they are or what they look like. The supermodel is just as capable as the mother of 3 who, let's face it, is probably a bit overweight. Both women are equally capable of having relationships, of having emotion, of being real. Both have issues, problems, things they don't like about themselves or where they are in life. Both are real women.
Now, I know that a supermodel isn't average, and what our society thinks of anything other than average is often less than realistic. Anything in this case thinner than average is placed on a pedestal while anything heavier than average is scorned. Anything too thin is, while on this lovely pedestal, scorned and mocked and told to eat. The ones lucky enough to have the average body blend in and don't have scorn or adoration, though as they heap scorn on those "unreal" women they placed on pedestals they strive to be just like them, to look just like them. They tell these women lighter than the average to eat more, while they starve themselves to achieve this percieved perfection of being unreal.
Unrealistic, maybe. Unreal, no. No matter how thin a woman becomes, she is still real. Her impact is still real. Her emotions are still real. Everything about her is still real.
The same for the ones that society pretends don't exist, the ones heavier than average. They are just as worthy, just as important, just as real as anyone else.
Some women choose to be thinner than average, some lead lifestyles that cause it, and some can't help it. Some women have no choice but to be thin. Some have no choice but to be overweight, but.. As twisted as our society's idea of perfect, ideal, flawless beauty is, it can never erase those that do not fit that mold. It can never make those who are not average vanish. It can never make anyone any less real.
Everyone is real, everyone is valid and everyone matter. Fuck dress sizes.
Smith, Rodger H.
Geneseo/Wayland: 62, June 8, 2008. Survived by his loving wife, Jeanie (Applin) Smith; brother, Donald (Gladys) Smith; in-laws, Ted & Mary Applin; brothers-in-law & sisters-in-law, Theodore L. & Fran Applin, Kenneth & Ethel Applin, Chris & June Applin, Shelly & Dan Pletcher; nieces, nephews, cousins & dear friends.
Friends may call 10am-2 pm Thursday at the Walter E. Baird & Sons Funeral Home, 300 West Naples St., Wayland, where a memorial service will be held at the conclusion of calling. In lieu of flowers contributions to Save the Redwoods League, 114 Sansome St., Room 120, San Francisco, CA 94104-3814 (to be used for the purpose of land acquisition), or Hearthside Cats, PO Box 282, Geneseo, NY 14454. .
link to obit: http://www.legacy.com/DemocratAndChroni
http://www.eveningtribune.com/obituarie
Rodger H. Smith, 63, of Geneseo was hiking at the High Tor State Wildlife Management Area in Italy, when he fell approximately 75 feet about 12:15 p.m., according to Yates County sheriff’s deputies.
According to emergency responders from Naples, Ontario County, Smith suffered a severe head injury when he fell near the Conklin/Parrish gully on the state land.
Ontario County’s rope team helped move Smith from the gully. Additional assistance was received from OCALS, Mercy Flight of Western NY, New York State Forest Ranger and Yates Co Sheriff’s Department. The victim was brought up tthe embankment with ropes and rigging.
He was taken to Strong Memorial Hospital via Mercy Flight for treatment, deputies said. He died from his injuries, a hospital spokeswoman said today.
Deputies are investigating the accident.
link to article: http://www.democratandchronicle.com/app
Step 1: Put your iTunes or equivalent on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 25 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Bold out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 4: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is cheating.... but it's ok. i would do it too
1.) Nothing you can do that can't be done
2.) I could be mean, I could be angry, you know I could be (title)
3.) I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
4.) Hands touch, eyes meet, sudden silence, sudden heat
5.) I've been searching for so long for someone to lead the way
6.) run away nowhere to chicken shit, twoface
7.) you think you know me but you have no idea
8.) and if your heart stops beating I'll be here wondering did you get what you deserved
9.) I am Arthur, King of the Britons and we are seeking men who are able
10.) sick of circling the same road and sick of bearing the guilt
11.)the ghost comes to visit with my keys in his pocket
12.) There is nothing you can say, nothing you can do, nothing in between, you know the truth
13.) Night time sharpens heightens each sensation
14.) I'm an animal, I'm a victim, I'm the answer to your prayers
15.) Even the old folks never knew why they call it like they do
16.) Midnight and I"m a waitin on the 12:05
17.) I watched the proverbial sunrise coming up over the pacific
18.) If you had my love and I gave you all my trust would you comfort me
19.) I used to be the kind of guy who'd never let you look inside
20.) The words have been drained from this pencil, Sweet words that I want to give you
21.) I took a business trip down to florida, I got a room at the holiday inn
22.) You're the one I would pick out in a million, you're the one I would wish for
23.) she was a queen lost within a dream, misconceived that he was fit to reign
24.)leaving the planet, we're coming to burn, fight for the nation, we know there will be no return
25.)Pounding it starts again, hurting, oh where do I begin?
Her lines are all jagged now, and she won't start. I have drawings of her with exhaust coming out the tailpipe, headlights on and not smashed in, the paint all smooth... But tonight, I draw the paint as blemishes in the rust, the smooth spots hard to find among the dents and scratches, the tires flat and rotting away. Every crack in the windows makes its way into the picture, and I take care to capture the glass on her passenger seat.
She belongs here with all the others. Most of them are lonely; people don't visit them very often since after all they're dead and dying, so sometimes I come early and draw one of them before I come over to my tree. They're in different states of decay, some still able to start up for me, others barely able to cough, and all with the signature scars of a long, well-spent life. They have so many stories to tell, so many days lived and so many sights seen, and I wonder at the people who can just let that rot away. Maybe they say "Oh, I'll visit next week, or maybe at christmas," and then never show up, or they just never plan to visit at all.
Of course, these are only cars.
Even so, they deserve care and love for taking such good care of so many, all the damage they took to keep their passengers safe, all the times they saved a life, or chaperoned a date, took someone shopping or held someone as their heart broke. How many funerals and weddings they've seen, how many children and friends they've watched grow, and they're left to rot, the leather of their seats cracking, their paint peeling back and the metal under that broken skin rusting and decaying, their lights and mirrors broken and their windows smashed. Such gratitude we show. Such love.
My anger shows in this drawing, the sky dark red, more than it really is, her lines sharper, bolder, and her cracks more obvious. She doesn't hide them, ever, in fact she's proud of them. They each tell a story, and she has so many stories to tell.
A drop of water falls on the page and I look up as the clouds roll in. I close the sketchbook and slip it into my bag so it doesn't get wet, so my days in this graveyard stay intact, and lean against the tree, settling in for a long night as the rain begins to fall on me and my cars.
All the old neighbours and friends are lining the road as it drives on to something new, something none of us know anything about. We all wave our goodbyes as she limps down the driveway, knowing none of us can follow it just now. It's not in any shape to race, her body worn to the point of collapse, able only to slowly roll down the road, farther away from me by inches every second.
We all walk alongside it, holding on as long as we can until eventually we have to let go and watch her go. As she rolls farther and farther from us, people fall away until I'm the only one left. I hold on until I have to let go, remembering all I learned from this beautiful classic now run down by age and use, then I kiss her goodbye and watch her leave us, fading away until we can't see it anymore.
First Day Of School: Your Darkest Hour by Evergrey
Falling In Love: Jungle Boogie Kool & the Gang
Fight Song: Let It Die by Feist
Breaking Up: You are so last summer by Taking Back Sunday
Prom: Thunderstorm VII by Dan Gibson
Life's Just...: One Step Closer by Linkin Park
Mental Breakdown: Gravity by the Dresden Dolls
Driving: Ente E ND by KutMasta Kurt
Flashback: Only our Rivers Run Free by Corrib Folk
Getting Back Together: Get to the Gone by Static X
Birth Of Child: Forgiven by Disturbed
Wedding: Wake by Linkin Park
Finale Battle: I'm Not Wearing Underwear Today from Avenue Q
Death Scene: Full of Grace by Sarah McLachlan
Funeral Song: Smokin In The Boys Room by motley Crue
End Credits: The Goblin Battle from Labyrinth
First Day Of School: Streets by A7X
Falling In Love: Dark Light by HIM
Fight Song: Fellowship of the Ring:The Black Rider by Howard Shore
Breaking Up: Ferris Bueller - Oh Yeah (Dance Mix)
Prom: All About Her by Newfound Glory
Life's Just...: One Week by Barenaked Ladies
Mental Breakdown: Even in Death by Evanescence
Driving: Greedy Fly by Bush
Flashback: Why Worry by the All American Rejects
Getting Back Together: What Do You Do With A BA in English from Avenue Q
Birth Of Child: Different Wings - TSO
Wedding: Father is that You? By steven chatwood
Finale Battle: Afraid not Scared by Ryan Adams
Death Scene: To Be King by Rhythm of the Pridelands
Funeral Song: Temperature by Aerosmith
End Credits: Scarborough Fair by Celtic Woman
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You Are Fall! |
 Expressive Creative Poetic Smart |
Your Love Style is Agape |
 You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner. Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare. You are willing to sacrifice your world for your sweetie. Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you. For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love. |
You Should Wear Black Lipstick |
 Confident, dramatic, and unexpected. Your look: Gothic beauty Your signature lip gloss flavor: Ginger |
You Are: 20% Dog, 80% Cat |
 You are are almost exactly like a cat. You're intelligent, independent, and set on getting your way. And there's no way you're going to fetch a paper for anyone! |
You Are a Good Student of Men |
 You're pretty good at knowing what men are thinking But you're not dead on 100% of the time Let your guy off the hook sometimes... because you may be reading him all wrong! |
ok, i'm done. off to shower, pack and get back to school.
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