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Name: Sam
Country: United States
State: Arkansas
Metro: Pine Bluff
Gender: Male
Interests: Music (listening to it and I am trying to make my own but I can't sing), people (psychology-->), science (Discovery Channel and the stuff you learn in class), art (Life's an art [trying to make and viewing]), movies, hockey (Go DALLAS!), skating (I use to blade-ish and watch boarders), videogames, fire and water (science and fun to watch it destroy things), traveling, weather (science/tornado chasing!), building Legos/K'nex, writing (I want to make a story about natives and the innocence of a nation under the harsh rule of someone trying to take over them.. journey/fantasy), food!, working out ('til you sweat mad core), philosophising (that's not really a word is it?), photography (camera is broken/art), I want to do cinematography (also art) man I am such a boyish girl.
Expertise: Traveling far.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
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AIM:  drinkmoremilk14
Yahoo:  drinkmoremilk15
Member Since:
2/19/2004
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| I am going to ride my bike and possibly take photographs.
Let's make the aughts the intellectual movement. Don't stop your opinions and forums and please please please, use your time wisely on using the Internet, save power, save...
Retrofitting is not anti-progressive, clean surfaces actually show twice as much work, and please be relaxed, remember we can find a solution, when in haste do not be irritated we are all in it together, competition... do not dwell upon it, courtesy and respect make failure less of a worry, but don't give up. Unique and individual efforts are encouraged. Opinions, be wary not to succumb to their vision, yours is different. rant rant rant... I need to make that more clear .. But right now it's lunch time.
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| The Internet dug it's claws into me! I can't mooove! Ahhhh! I have been stuck here all day, and I feel woozy. I think I need to get some fresh air. I am going to ride my bike to the Valero station to see if they take checks, my doubts are high. It is very nice out today too.
...I can't believe it, is it truly true? Is Katherine Bourgeois pregnant? Or is that a faux pas?? I re iterate, I cannot believe it. I have inquiries for her. *sigh*
Well last night me, Jackie, and Eddie ventured out for some groceries. We went all the way down to Wal(star)Mart and then my gas light came on, we skipped on Wal(star)Mart and proceeded back to White Hall, taking the longer route, do to a non-moving car after leaving the Wal(star)Mart parking lot. The sky may I mention was gorgeous as the sun was setting, I wish the camera that I have in the car would have been charged so I could have taken video of it (the sun set). But we ventured on to Cranford's in White Hall, and I went inside, while Jackie and Eddie stayed in the car for the moment I went in to ask if they were able to take checks. The reason behind using checks lately is due to the fact my debit card is missing. I left the car keys in the ignition for that short period, so that Jackie could listen to radio if she would like. I came back out and told her that they do take checks. I was ecstatic with the news, and gleefully got Eddie out of the car and headed for the moving doors. Eddie, Jackie and I ran around the store pick out each thing we liked, I hadddd to get Cookie Crunch cereal (it's not to be confused with Cookie Crisp cereal, Cookie Crunch is relatively new and is supposed to rival that of Cookie Crisp.)
I just had a bowl mmm.
anyway, we came to the end of our selections and came time to purchase. I reached down to my right pocket and pulled out my check book. I began to write out the check and the clerk asked, "Are those out of state checks?" I freaked on the inside but a calm reply insued, "Yeah they are." The clerk turned to the lady bagging my groceries, in this case there were actually two people baggin my groceries. The clerk said, "Mrs. Cranford this is an out of state check do you think we can take it?" Mrs. Cranford popped into my mind. Wow is she really working out on the floor with rest of the employees? Is it just a coincidence? But an owner actually working? That is pretty nice of her. The clerk asked me for an I.D. and Mrs. Cranford said, "I use to live in Fort Worth! Well the Benbrook area." Then the clerk said, "I have been to Texas but not Fort Worth, mostly Dallas and my cousin lives in Duncanville and she went to school there. I also have been to Austin, I can't wait to turn 21 to go down 6th Street." I said, "That is actually not a bad place to be!" She said, "Fort Worth... This must be a change." I shyly said, "Yes it really is. I have been living here.. well in Pine Bluff for 2 years now. And uhm Pine Bluff is not so..." She butt in, "Yeah I know what you're saying." I look down for a moment and there is a penny facing up. "Hm a penny." I say softly. "You should pick it up you'll get good luck." She says. I reach down pick it up and put it in the same pocket as where the checks were. "I could use the good luck. Hopefully the check goes through." Moments later she enters the check through the machine and I was all good to go. I said goodbye to both and met up with Jackie and Eddie. Eddie has the tendencey to run around so Jackie was with him near the door while I payed. We all went to the car and I waited for a moment thinking Jackie has the keys to the car. It turns out she didn't have the keys! *dun dun dunnnn* She said that she locked all the doors too. She didnt notice that the keys were in the ignition, the car was off luckily. So I just looked at the car for a moment gathering thoughts and a lady came over and asked if we need any help while Jackie told me to go inside to ask for the police's number. The lady gave me her number and gave me hopes that if I didn't get the car unlocked that she has some friends and family to help and then she was on her merry way. I went inside and asked an older gentleman if he could find the police department's phone number. He came back with the number and I gave him my condolences and went back out to Jackie and Eddie, I asked to use her phone. I called the police department and it only rang once before a lady answered. She said that the police can't do anything about that and she gave me a number to a lock smith. I forgot the number and then Jackie looked one up on her phone. "Thank God for the Internet." she said. We found the number that was the same that the policewoman gave us and I tried to hit send on the highlighted number and then the phone froze. Jackie turned off the phone and turned it back on and searched once again for the number, this time it worked. The lock smith answered and I heard a t.v. blaring and a dog barking in the background and I asked just to make sure.... "Is this the lock smith?"
"Yes" he said with a deep Arkansas accent.
"What can you do with a Honda Civic? I locked my keys in the car..." embarressed to say.
"...and do you guys accept checks? ...out of state checks?"
"Well... what state is it?"
"Texas"
There was a pause for a moment. "Uh yes sure, and a Honda that will be a jiffy and it will be 40 dollars. Where are you now?"
"Im at Cranford's."
"In White Hall.."
"Yes that's the place."
"I am at my brother's house on Dollarway I'll be there in about 10 minutes."
So he and another man show up in a maroon pickup truck and pull out there jimmy tool. He slides the tool down between the window and the door and franticly searches for the locking mechinism, he tries for a while and calls in back up, his step brother who owns another lock smithing shop in town. He comes with a little pump and wedge that slides between the door and the door frame and then is pumped to "Jack" open the door just enough to slide in a wire hanger to pull the lock up from the inside. It was done!
p.s. Jackie makes some serious sanwhiches. It almost makes my BASS go to shame. (BadAss Sam Sandwhich.)
P.p.s We were also invited to go to Boo at the Zoo in Little Rock with Dean (my boss) but uh
1. Eddie is a sleep right now.
2. We don't have any way of getting gas right now (but I still need to run to Valero to see if they do take checks)
3. We don't have a costume for him.
4. No one here is really up to going
5. HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!!
6. It was both of my grandpa's birthdays yesterday... uh oh I better call them.
7. Make popcorn and watch scary movies
I was also invited to go out with the guys, they have probably called me already but my phone is dead, because someone *cough* Hinkley threw my phone charger away... (long story)
Jolly Ranchers (If that's not a scary candy, I don't know what is! Because we all know they are shrunken ranchers painted in fun colors and turned into hexahedrons.)
I am a chocolate fan. Hard candies not so much... *curls* Don't hit me!
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| Out of bed on to the carpet, across the hall, to pour Crispix into an irregular shaped bowl. As soon the Crispix were depleted, the bowl was rinsed and placed into the dishwasher. The silence of the morning, other than the comforting hum of the refrigerator, over whelmed of time when peace was placed from my pads to my crown. The joy seeped in and light from the window suggested something serene. I moved to the door and didn't hesitate to let my feet touch the concrete beyond my floor. The cold shot through the few nerves that could reach (...calouses, [not mention an avid runner *points to self*]). The blue over head, the stillness made it seem dead, but this is no day stay in bed! I didn't shiver I welcomed the cold, the cold didn't permeate, I was impenetrable, I accepted the cold, the cold accepted me. (though really I was only outside for about a total of 3 minutes, not long enough for what I call the sleep warms and indoor warms to go away. *cheaky*) The Earth seems ripe, its concious is clear. A familiar sound played deep inside, like the comfort hum of the refridgerator, the passing cars on Interstate 30. To me, when I hear these sounds, the Earth has no bounds (watch out for this phrase I tend to use it often... [older Xanga entries/conversations...]) I want to bring my feet one over the other to see what is out there. That slow breathing out sound reminds me of a daunting task in an adventure. It sends my imagination to thrilling heights. I feel the need to conqure over evils, and see the beauties along the way (girls... is he talking about girls?), (these bouble things are startuing to remind me of commentary from the little boy on The Princess Bride..) I feel a fimiliar burning in my stomach and head, the exciment of natural beauty is motivating me to see, to interact, to be alive, and forget travesty.
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