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lundi, février 09, 2004
Me, just here.

comme dit par Angel 8:44:00 AM
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dimanche, février 08, 2004
It was the snow that covered the ground, the moonlight on the mountains, the sun on the painted desert. It was the birds that swept through the sky, soaring on the winds, moving like waves, millions of them, as far as the eye could see. These are the things I remember. Brilliant sunsets plagued my travel and I found myself racing into the darkness hoping to get there before the last bit of light left. I crossed the mighty Mississippi while fading light shimmered on the waters and the bridge was a mighty beautiful sight.

comme dit par Angel 9:36:00 PM
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mercredi, janvier 14, 2004
I'll talk about my drive later, but I have to say that passing through New Mexico was the best treat of the drive. Texas was the worst part of the drive and Alabama was the scary part of the drive. I'm glad to be home.

comme dit par Angel 10:56:00 AM
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mardi, janvier 06, 2004
So many changes...

January doesn't just bring in the change from one digit to another, marking a new year. It heralds another number change... my age. This year also brings with it the change of leaving a city I thought would be my home for more than 5 months and going back to a place I never wanted to stay.

These last two years have been about change. Many, many things changed in my life, how I acted, how I responded to others, how I looked at life, what I wanted out of life. I've had my feelings hurt so many times in the last couple of years that I didn't think it was possible for them to hurt more. Then I moved to California. I've lost friends and gained friends and un-lost lost friends and found love. Well, love found me. I can't take any credit for it. I marvelled at just how little credit I could take for anything that's happened.

There are so many things I want to do right now. I've come to find that any passion that doesn't die in adversity deserves to be looked into. We are going to see what this year, 2004 - heh, that's the first time I've written it this year... I must have written 2004 like 20 times last year...- has in store. Where will I change now? What else will change in my life? Where will I be living in 9 months?

Tomorrow, I bid a cheery farewell to Southern California and take off on that long road towards... home? Macon? the future? Whatever, the road awaits.

comme dit par Angel 12:47:00 PM
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jeudi, janvier 01, 2004
I've decided that I don't want pets or children for at least 3 years after I'm married... which comes as a shock to me and to others who've known me and known how much I want children. How do I know this?

Let's just say that the cat that I'm babysitting and the crying baby next door helped me realize I'm not ready to look after anyone but my husband when I get married.

comme dit par Angel 1:00:00 AM
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Happy New Year!

I usually do an Old Year look back, but that took alot less time than normal because I didn't journal as much. Poor me. But it was no less meaningful to review the past year. And the things I have to look forward to in this new year!!! I'm excited. I have goals this year. I want to be able to look back and check off some of them.

I would like a new template and new name. I am not longer looking for the woman. She has been found. Now, I want to go indepth, down the the tiniest molecule, atom, whatever that subatomic particle is... that bit of matter that is an unknown to scientist that holds all of these tiny particles together to create this massive creature. Me. Ah well, much of that introspection will go on outside of the internet... Yes, there is *something* outside of the internet. What will go on here are bits like this...

My guilty pleasure is the slight excitement for the new Power Ranger DinoThunder that's coming out in February. I'm almost ashamed to show my face, but there you go. What is your guilty television watching pleasure?

comme dit par Angel 12:55:00 AM
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