If it be now, 'Tis not to come; If it be not to come, It will be now;

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Dear Squashed Face Girl in Economics,

STOP TEXTING IN CLASS. It's rude and disrepectful to the professer. Also, your life cannot possibly be that important or interesting.

No love for you,

Anna
 

Today when I got to the box office, there was a shock. Someone with season tickets who had made reservations yesterday to see 'Buried Child' died.

Someone in the family called and requested that we give these tickets away.

This probably sounds silly, but if my family member died, I would never remember that 'Oh my gosh, he had tickets to see a show, we need to call and cancel.' Especially if it's the day of or the day after he died.

I remember making his reservation over the phone, he sounded so nice and I made him laugh.

When I told my mom this story, she told me that my Grandpa, when he was living in Michigan had this friend at church. One day, the friend was driving home from mid-week mass and just...died. His car was driven off the side of the road. What did my Grandpa do? Drove the car back to his friend's house.

It's good to know that kindness is still around.

I am looking at my old neighborhood in Colorado on Google maps and crying.

I'm not sue why.

I miss it.

Hooray for President Obama!

Obama won.

Oh my god.


Yes we can!!

Obama's grandmother died this morning, the day before the election. He spoke about her tonight in North Carolina:

"Obviously, this is a little bit of a bittersweet time for me. We have had a remarkable campaign. And, you know, when we started 21 months ago, I didn't know how it would turn out. And no matter what happens tomorrow, I'm going to feel good about how its turned out because all of you have created this incredible campaign. Some of you have heard that my grandmother who helped raise me passed away early this morning. And look, she has gone home. And she died peacefully in her sleep. With my sister at her side. And so there is great joy as well as tears. I'm not going to talk about it too long because its hard, a little, to talk about.

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Rest in Peace, I hope the family gets the support they want/need.

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Heath Ledger died today of a suspected drug overdose. I feel bad for his child.

 Parvotti died of pancreatic cancer at 71. The world has less musical genius in it now.

Sirius died today.

A horrible end to a horrible day.

I can't believe he's gone
I can't believe you're going
I can't believe this is goodbye
-Rent

I miss you
Miss you so bad
-Avril Lavigne

Another turning point
A fork stuck in the road
...It's something unpredicatable
Buit in the end it's right
I hope you have the time of your life
-Green Day

That pretty much sums up how I'm feeling right now. How emo of me.

My neighbor flew to California yesterday so she could walk on the beach in the full moon. It's something she's always wanted to do, and now she's doing it.

I hope I'm that cool when I'm 70.

I was making myself spaghetti tonight when my mom said that someone who worked at the library had been murdered. "Who?" "Amy." I know Amy. At this moment, my bowl of spaghetti is threatening to fall to the floor. My mom puts it on the counter and I start to cry.

Amy was only 26. She had 3 kids. She was always ready to talk to Olivia and Faith; to compliment my earrings; to talk a little with me. I didn't know her that well but...it's just hard to realize that I won't ever see her again.

I went to MSC, where everyone was ready to hug me, to help me in any way they could. It's really nice to know that so many people care about me. Dee hugged me, and I started crying. Then Anna joined in with the hug, and then Andre, so I was squished in this circle of people hugging me.

It's just hard to believe that someone I know, someone I saw on a daily basis my 8th grade and freshman year...got murdered.

The article is here, but it really doesn't talk about anything: http://www.helenair.com/articles/2005/07/24/helena_top/a01072405_01.txt

Rest in Peace Amy Rolfe

July 22, 2005

She stared out the window, feeling depressed and unsure. So much felt wrong lately. Whenever she was with him, she wanted to be alone. When she wasn’t around him, she wanted to be with him. Nothing felt right anymore. She gazed at the TV, looking but not really listening while Jerry coached two transvestites as they threw chairs and exchanged insults. ‘This is your life.’ Her inner voice coached ‘Get used to it. No social life, no friends, no football games. It’s your parents fault. Blame them. You had the perfect life. Then they come along and announce that they’re getting divorced. You stay with Mom. Oh yay! You’ll rent chick flicks every night and you won’t have to worry about your grades as much as you did. You guys will be closer than ever. Right? WRONG! Mom turned into the female Dad. Blame your parents. It’s what everyone else does. Give in to the peer pressure.’ She suddenly stood up; furious at her mom. She ran down the stairs, when, suddenly, the doorbell rang. She went to the door and opened it. There stood her boyfriend, holding a bouquet of red roses. She stared at him, uncertain about what to do. He thrust the bouquet at her, kissed her quickly, and then ran down the street. About an hour later, she turned on the news because there wasn’t anything else on. There on the screen, was her boyfriend’s face. “We regret to inform you that Jonathon Taylor the II is dead. He apparently jumped into the path of an ongoing train....” She turned off the television, numb and cold all over. She picked up the roses and slowly walked into the bathroom. She took out the knife. Now her wrists were the color of the roses.