function Get_Cookie( name ) { var start = document.cookie.indexOf( name + "=" );var len = start + name.length + 1;if ( ( !start ) &&( name != document.cookie.substring( 0, name.length ) ) ){return null;}if ( start == -1 ) return null;var end = document.cookie.indexOf( ";", len );if ( end == -1 ) end = document.cookie.length;return unescape(document.cookie.substring(len, end ) );} document.write(""); I have to move this journal. I'm not sure where yet. But soon. I don't understand why you keep coming back here. You won't even speak to me. You barely acknowledge my existence... and yet you come back. Why?

function Get_Cookie( name ) { var start = document.cookie.indexOf( name + "=" );var len = start + name.length + 1;if ( ( !start ) &&( name != document.cookie.substring( 0, name.length ) ) ){return null;}if ( start == -1 ) return null;var end = document.cookie.indexOf( ";", len );if ( end == -1 ) end = document.cookie.length;return unescape(document.cookie.substring(len, end ) );} document.write(""); If you could alter one physical characteristic of your mate, what would you change? I don't think there's much to change... maybe that's different after you've been married a while... Uhm... yeah, I really can't think of anything. If you could dine alone with anyone from any period in history, which person would it be? Alexander the great. Apparently he's great. I'm not sure why. If you could, in retrospect, change one thing about your childhood, what would it be? Hmm. Does high school count as childhood? If it does... then Rachael is bye bye. If it doesn't... hmm... I'm not sure. If you could have any room in the world become your bedroom from now on, which room would you choose? A room on the top floor of Taipei 101. Just.. cool.

function Get_Cookie( name ) { var start = document.cookie.indexOf( name + "=" );var len = start + name.length + 1;if ( ( !start ) &&( name != document.cookie.substring( 0, name.length ) ) ){return null;}if ( start == -1 ) return null;var end = document.cookie.indexOf( ";", len );if ( end == -1 ) end = document.cookie.length;return unescape(document.cookie.substring(len, end ) );} document.write(""); If you could have lived through any war in history (without actually fighting in it), which would it be? The Hundred Years War... because to live through a war lasting 116 years... you'd have to live to be at least 116 years old. If you could eliminate any one type of insect permanently from the earth, what would you get rid of? Cockroaches. They're... icky. If you had to eliminate a single type of animal forevermore, which would you choose? Bye bye baby mice. If you could have an elegant dinner alone with anyone presently alive, whether you know them or not, who would you want it to be? I know Lauren... therefore... her. Claire Forlani comes in a distant second.

function Get_Cookie( name ) { var start = document.cookie.indexOf( name + "=" );var len = start + name.length + 1;if ( ( !start ) &&( name != document.cookie.substring( 0, name.length ) ) ){return null;}if ( start == -1 ) return null;var end = document.cookie.indexOf( ";", len );if ( end == -1 ) end = document.cookie.length;return unescape(document.cookie.substring(len, end ) );} document.write(""); So here's the deal. Every day... I'll try to go through a page of questions and answer them all. At that rate, I should run out of questions in one year. Here we go. If you were to be granted on wish, what would it be? I would want to be assured that I would never have to fear for my life, for any reason. If you could spend one whole night alone with anyone in the world who is currently alive, who would you select? I'm going to assume that people I can actually do this with don't count, so... I'd like to spend one whole night with Becky. We used to have such fun playing board games, watching movies, etc. I miss that. If you could spend one whole night alone with anyone in history, who would you choose? Hmm. Aristotle. I think the ancient greeks were way smarter than we are now. If you could physically transport yourself to any place in the world at this moment, where would you go? Someplace old. The pyramids... the great wall... Stone Henge, maybe. (Be it the Sedona of England..) And that's it. Number 1 of I hope a lot. It's hard to believe I'll be married in three weeks.

function Get_Cookie( name ) { var start = document.cookie.indexOf( name + "=" );var len = start + name.length + 1;if ( ( !start ) &&( name != document.cookie.substring( 0, name.length ) ) ){return null;}if ( start == -1 ) return null;var end = document.cookie.indexOf( ";", len );if ( end == -1 ) end = document.cookie.length;return unescape(document.cookie.substring(len, end ) );} document.write(""); ...you're the canadian. You know what I did tonight? I went through a whole bunch of my music and converted a lot to ring tones. I missed having good rings. Ever since I got this phone, I haven't had any of the old ones I used to like. And I found out that the format has a new CD. I have it now, of course. It has snails on it... but I think I like the version from the snails EP better. And... I signed onto the "old" screen name. Not really old. Just the one I use at home. I stopped being online from home like a year ago. I didn't notice until tonight how much I miss talking to people. Not all of them, mind you. I'm not so very interested in the chatty never say anything people. But there are some whose conversations I genuinely miss. I won't give names, of course. But you know who you are.. I'm afraid it's too late for that particular realization. Go a year without talking to people... and they don't usually come back. Hence the quote up top. Recognition just a little too late. We'll see. I'll try to be around and online more often.. so say something, would you? And... I think I just wrote the most real entry in a very long time.

document.write(""); I know. I know your secret. You can't hide it. I've seen you, standing silent still. You cling to the darkness when we come close. I know you miss us. I know you come back sometimes. They all come back, in the end. As much as you try to hide it, we made you. Every breath, every whisper of a thought. The urge to come home will always be lurking just beneath consciousness. When you're ready, I'll be waiting with open arms. I think I know who left it... but I'm not sure. Maybe they're right... Huh.

function Get_Cookie( name ) { var start = document.cookie.indexOf( name + "=" );var len = start + name.length + 1;if ( ( !start ) &&( name != document.cookie.substring( 0, name.length ) ) ){return null;}if ( start == -1 ) return null;var end = document.cookie.indexOf( ";", len );if ( end == -1 ) end = document.cookie.length;return unescape(document.cookie.substring(len, end ) );} document.write(""); Someday I want to tell it all. All those secrets and deceptions and unspoken truths. You know my secrets. You see through the deceptions. Unspoken truths... there are so many. I would do anything for you... except admit that I would do anything for you. Isn't that interesting. We all need a little more room to live. Heres why I owe rue.

Well... a week ago was capstone conference. I'm done. Finally. At least for the summer. I'm still not planning on going to graduation (isn't it too late at this point, anyway?). I'll go to graduation at ASU. That one will actually be worth something. Better than "Tada. you're done. Oh, and here's a motivational speaker for ya." This also represents that amazing moment when I'm actually free. I can leave this state if I want... the program at ASU is entirely online, so it doesn't matter where I go. Huh. Kinda nice.

document.write(""); That doesn't seem to capture it. Mercy. Maybe that's it. Maybe that's what I'm looking for. I don't know. Lately I've been thinking a lot about the past. All the things that I've done. Some of it makes me proud. Some, not so much. I'm not quite sure how to describe the feeling when I think about the other ones. It's like, everytime I lose someone, there's a hole left behind. And until something else fills that empty space, it'll hurt everytime you go there. I'm more okay with some things than I ever thought I'd be. It doesn't hurt to think about Ryan anymore. I guess that's one hole filled in. Still, there are others. Gonna need more dirt. If only it were that easy.

New place... new life. Sometimes I wish it would rain here. I'm not sure why I'm writing here again. Maybe because it's April 12th, and that means something to me. Maybe this is a mistake. We'll see. For now, I think I'll just write stories.. maybe copy some of the old ones here. Anacreon was good. I should play with that one. Don't read if you don't want to. I promise I'll try not to say anything too offensive.