Every day walking the same old road.

Every day getting ever so old.

Every day my feet take the same old steps.

I cannot say of all the nights ive wept.

From here to there, from there to here.

My feet walked the dark path with out any fear.

Today it all stops, the path has come to an end.

I have no idea whats around the bend.

All i know, is that my heard is blue.

And my soul cries out for something new.

I have been introduced to YouTube....and im totaly addicted, there are some pretty interesting videos.

So far though ive just been watching my fave Japanese Anime, Naruto, Digimon, Pokemon...ect

One of my friends from Materia Magica got me intersted when he told me about a Music Video Called Butterfly by Smile.DK...from there i decided to see if they also had anime...and they did, now im catching up on all the episodes i missed...since the times they show on YTV are always changing its hard to catch them...especially since I sleep almost all day every day so i miss them alot.

sofar im at episode 15...they post the episodes in three parts...i guess it just makes it easier to up load them.

anyway...I think thats all for this post, if i come up with anything else in relation to this post i'll update.

Oh yea, i'll be embedding my Naruto Play list onto my site, sometime in the future...so if your a Naruto fan...come by and check it out.

Giggling in the Graveyard...

The following are humorous messages written on tombstones...enjoy!

Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York :
Born 1903--Died 1942.
Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down.
It was.

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In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery:
Here lies an Atheist, all dressed up and no place to go.

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On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery , Nova Scotia :
Here lies Ezekial Aikle, Age 102.
Only the Good Die Young.

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In a London, England cemetery:
Here lies Ann Mann, who lived an old maid but died an old Mann. Dec. 8, 1767

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In a Ribbesford, England , cemetery:
Anna Wallace
The children of Israel wanted bread, and the Lord sent them manna.
Clark Wallace wanted a wife, and the Devil sent him Anna.

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In a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery:
Here lies Johnny Yeast. Pardon me for not rising.

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A lawyer's epitaph in England:
Sir John Strange.
Here lies an honest lawyer,
and that is Strange.

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In a Uniontown, Pennsylvania, cemetery:
Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake.
Stepped on the gas instead of the brake.

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In a Silver City , Nevada , cemetery:
Here lays The Kid.
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger
But slow on the draw.

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John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne, England cemetery:
Reader, if cash thou art in want of any,
dig six feet deep and thou wilt find a Penny.

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In a Hartscombe, England cemetery:
On the 22nd of June, Jonathan Fiddle went out of tune.

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Anna Hopewell's grave in Enosburg Falls, Vermont:
Here lies the body of our Anna,
Done to death by a banana.
It wasn't the fruit that laid her low,
But the skin of the thing that made her go.

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On a grave from the 1880s in Nantucket, Massachusetts:
Under the sod and under the trees,
lies the body of Jonathan Pease.
He is not here, there's only the pod.
Pease shelled out and went to God.

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In a cemetery in England :
Remember man, as you walk by,
as you are now, so once was I.
As I am now, so shall you be.
Remember this and follow me.

To which someone replied by writing on the tombstone:
To follow you, I'll not consent
until I know which way you went.

I have many more funnies where this came from and i'll post them aswell.

I didnt do much today, though i actually did a little more than i normaly do.

I had stayed up quite late last night reading a fanfic from my fave site, and i went to bed after my mom went to work around 8ish and she woke me up at 4 so we could go down town.

Now this is where the driving comes in, I hate driving, its irritating, seriously, and everyone wonders why there are so many bad drivers and road rage.  I swear I was a good driver in the city, my instructer was nice and talked me through all the steps of parking and 4 way stops and stuff like that, and near the end of my lessons, he never had to say anything, I passed my course with flying colors and now almost a year later, i still remember the basics of everything,  all the rules of the road, im in a small town and I still cant get my NOVICE, its a small town, only mainstreet and railway avenue and all the side streets, a railway crossing and a tiny suburb, 4 stop signs a yield sign, no stop lights and no lines on some of the streets. how hard can it be. of course it helps if i remember where all the signs are, today i forgot about the yield sign, i wasnt taking the test, but if i was, i would have failed right there. the biggy when i failed my first test was not seeing the stop sign, and going to slow. If i didnt need my damned license i would be happy as a bluejay to just take the bus, taxi, ride my bike, or even walk where ever i had to go, but taxi is to expensive, we dont have busses and walking to the next town is impossible and my bike is in another city so i need my license to get to work and other places i often have to go.

Driving is stressfull, even in a small town. I know alot of people say it gives you the freedome to go where ever you want. But at the cost of gas, sanity and occassionaly a life or two, i think I would rather save money and just walk, if i could. people spend more money on gas than cigarettes. I know, im a smoker and spend half as much on cigarettes than gas. since my mom makes me pay for gas every time i go with her somewhere. Im inclined to just be a hermit and stay home all day every day and never spend a cent on gas or loss of my sanity any more. I could just sit and listen to music, write a book, sit on my porch and yell profanities to every passing person just because i can. I could adopt a few hundred cats and take on the title of "old hag at the top of the hill". I would light a jack'O lantern every halloween and watch the kids as they dare some runt to ring my doorbell and be inducted into their group. I would never mow the lawn and buy a disco ball for my living room and light it every night to create an illusion of witch craft and play recorded eerie sound effects to keep people away or i could start a rumor about myself just for the fun of it.

That is how stressfull driving really is

please write comments on what you thought about todays entry or even give ideas of what i should write about next.