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art, music, singing, computers, computer art, sketching, gaming, and erm... well geez..
that was short n sweet...
and lastly... i have a heart of gold... more like titanium steel.. if you can get through
it... youll be one of the first... you like me cool.. if not i say toodles to you and good
day...

hmmm what are these called again... "shout outs"?.. or just plain umm things to
say about good people i talk to and care for...? yea... my friends.. hmm Tara.. ashley..
randy.. clayton.. dusten.. tom.. eddie.. clown.. matt.. tuna.. zack.. skyler.. matrix..
hmmm who else... oo oo ya, jarjar, donavin(never can spell his name right), eh anyone i
forgot i ish sorry but its prolly because i forgot your name.. im horribible with name
remembering...

hmmm weird sayings that ive heard or thought of...

"Be yourself... because those who mind dont matter, and those who matter dont
mind..."
--heard from a friend--

"Its spring... spring forward into the world with someone, and fall back into their
arms..."
--thought of when thinking of the clock changes--

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a poem/essay i wrote in college that was sposed to describe something about me
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Dreaming, what is it to you? Is it something you do with your
head lain comfortably on a pillow? Or what about those things you doze
off thinking about in a classroom? Or maybe its what you plan for
the future? Or possibly to you, like me, it is all of these.
When I was but a child I would sit in my room with
my lego’s building castle after castle, house after house, and
spaceship after spaceship, all the while singing to the tunes on
the radio not caring whether I sounded bad or not. I told my
family as a small child that I wanted to be an architect. Oh
they were thrilled, oh how happy, oh how sad when they heard this
dream was dropped by age eleven.
I told no one of my dreams of singing in a band in front of
crowds of thousands. Because I didn’t believe any would hae faith
in me after my father’s attempt. That dream stayed silent. But
what I did tell them was my other dream of one day making
video games; oh did they hate this with the thought in their head
that this dream was nothing but a dream of all children; that it
could never be a serious thought. Yes, but what little they knew.
Years went by, I grew older, and so did my dreams. Dreaming
to perform, dreaming to create, dreaming to entertain children of
the world with my games. These dreams still live on, they will never
die no matter what anyone says. These are the passions of a dreamer,
and in the heart of the dreamer they will stay, until the day they
come true.