Can you give me directions...

last one for the night, i promise..

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 04:19:22 GMT

Okay. So i've been doing a lot of thinking sense everything happened this weekend.
I really haven't been happy a lot lately, and that's NOT okay.

I know how i want to feel..
During marching band this year, when i was stressed out or tired..or if i just felt like it, I would lay in the grass..the warm sun shining down on me, the cool grass giving me the occaisional chill. In those moments, other people would see me, realize it was a good idea, and lay beside me...we were all there for eachother, but we were free.

There was peace...no matter what the jerks around us were doing.

We were free. Free to think what ever and how ever we wanted. Free to stay, free to get up..no expectations, no drama, no dissapointment, no judgements..

I need that feeling. I need to feel free..i would even settle for partial freedom..

I need to know there are people supporting me, but I need to be able to make my own decisions...
and i plan to do so (to the best of my ablilities..) from now on.

I sent in my application fee for Western today.

step one, complete.
also, i didnt cry today. score.

news flash

Mon, 11 Dec 2006 00:58:07 GMT

This just in
Stress level's in bridgetville are at an all time high. At this poit all potential remedies, even experimental ones, are welcome.

So let's break this baby back out and see if it helps any.

that's right...Bridget's trying transcendta...transcendtatl...transcendtalism...THAT WORD SHE STILL CANT SAY!! another try.

it's optional
it's experimental.

It's sures as heck worth another try.

Sat, 11 Mar 2006 22:12:12 GMT

Harmless Neighbor = prostitute murderer
Maw-maw + anurism = Brain surgery
Homework + studying= not even started

The more I try to transcend, the less i succeed....
Transcend....
the word has began to show up in english again...'cause AP kids are basket cases

But I am beggining to think their is no such actio as transcending

Thorough, Emerson, and all of those other ppl were just cooks on drugs who tryed to turn there buzzes into art.....

Fri, 27 Jan 2006 02:01:53 GMT

You Are Lightning

Beautiful yet dangerous
People will stop and watch you when you appear
Even though you're capable of random violence

You are best known for: your power

Your dominant state: performing

What Type of Weather Are You?

who knew the dead poets knew waht they were talking about

Sun, 22 Jan 2006 15:34:18 GMT

so, exams are finally over..this is the first weekend in ages that i haven't been stressed....and I don't feel even the slightest bit accomplished....which boils down to the fact that all those old men were right..the stress isn't worth it

Sun, 08 Jan 2006 03:19:25 GMT

the rules of life say "don't sweat the petty things, and don't pet the sweaty things,"
so why is it that I stress out over everything that is petty...and if you sitck your hand in/on my face, chances are (dependingon who the circumstances), i will lick it so you move it...even if it's sweaty...........
I fail

OMG I heart this song more than words!!

Thu, 22 Dec 2005 17:33:17 GMT

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Sun, 18 Dec 2005 03:39:56 GMT

I recently have realized that playing my flute is one way I transcend...how sad is that..band really is everything

random..but i am okay with that

Sun, 18 Dec 2005 03:35:04 GMT

Fri, 09 Dec 2005 02:26:23 GMT

Breath.......
No one has ever died from failure..

Wed, 07 Dec 2005 02:24:53 GMT

"Chains shall we break
for the slave is our brother
and in his name all opression shall cease"

Thu, 01 Dec 2005 00:49:37 GMT

Kittens are:
Cute and cuddley
Innocent
And most importantly, they don't care. They do not contemplate how their every action will affect their future. I don't even think they comprehend survival. They live on pure instinct. They eat, sleep, poo, and play. The don't spaz....

AP students
can be grumpy and dishevled
Anything but innocent (don't deny it)
We so care. Every move we make is carefully thought out....we don't care about the Hell it may cause..as long as it's what scoiety expects..
as long as we get ahead...or atleast stay caught up... Failure is not an option, sleep is rarely an option....Survival is far from our thoughts......we say.."play time, what's that"...it's all about the future, never the now. I find myself slipping into the hole of Ap-ism tonight even...I know the things I have to do won't matter in 20 years...yet I do it anyway...
HA I fail at life.....and frankly my dear, I don't give a...well you know how it goes.

A poet by no means.....which translates into "don't laugh at me or I'll stab you with a spoon"

Wed, 30 Nov 2005 22:52:04 GMT

Ther rain comes down
in sheets that sting my skin
like smoking shrapnel, expelled from heaven.

But there's something in its presence:
renewal, release......perhaps change.
I open my arms wide
and turn my face to the sky.

I do love the rain
Its fragrance and relaxing rhythm,
The way it hits my window at night,
its moisture

Though my skin is cold and battered,
I refuse to seek shelter.
A thought leades to the playing
of a hymn from the sundy before in my head.

Rain is one way God shows his love.
He always seems to send it
when I need it
washing stress away.

I love the rain,
but i love God so much more,
He loves me the most.
I can feel it in the rain.

Unrelated

Thu, 24 Nov 2005 02:50:23 GMT

This has nothing to do with this project whatsoever...but I thought my English class members who may read this would find it interesting..

So last night I was in Ann's Hallmark in Carolina Place when I got a glimpse of the mady working the register...

She looked just like an older version of mrs.J...I'm serious...she could have been her mom.

I know i must have stared..I didn't mean to..but I'm sure i did.....It was crazy

I had to do a double take to make sure it wasn't Mrs.J to begin with..

I wish you guys could've been there....just so you'd know how crazy the resemblence was

Sun, 13 Nov 2005 16:53:43 GMT

BRIDGET
B	is for	Bright
R	is for	Radiant
I	is for	Innocent
D	is for	Dreamy
G	is for	Gutsy
E	is for	Earthy
T	is for	Thrilling

What Does Your Name Mean?

A marvelous lunch

Mon, 07 Nov 2005 16:57:30 GMT

TOday I chose to eat lunch alone..... It was quite nice.

I sat on the steps behind the K building. I miss Tasha, but that, my friends is not the point of this entry.

While eating my (most likely tainted by fecal matter...thanks tyler) hamburger, I was completely at peace. It's odd. I had been somewhat anxious and nervous all day, but there, in the stone-ie (is that even a word??) cool of the concrete, shaded by one of my favorite buildings in the world things were different...

THere was a playful breeze that normally would have given me chills, but I soaked it in....I couldn't help it. I had hoped the sun would be shining on my place os respite, but the shade was just as nice.

NOt thinking of anything in particular, I had some of the most stimulating thoughts I have had in a long time. To Hell, with stress, who needs it!?!?

I had a really random thought:
DO you know how much fun it would be to put random sticky notes on the faculty cars.....Just to see if you heard anything about it...not negative thought, or harrasments...just random, uplifting senteces/sentence fragments............

I'm out.....
It's almost time for math...yuck, math

Maybe one day I'll stop posting random pictures...but don't hold your breath

Sun, 06 Nov 2005 18:40:53 GMT

Random picture

Tue, 01 Nov 2005 03:38:14 GMT

Tree Elaboration...as promised

Sun, 30 Oct 2005 17:27:09 GMT

It's hard to imagine how something so magnificant and rugid came from a dainty little seed. The mother tree simply drops a seed and with time (and a little help from the elements)a giant appears. THE mother tree doesn't nag, the father tree doesn't walk out on the baby trees and marry the ex-babysitter. Trees don't feel slightly guilty becuase they see their dtep dad as 10 times the father that their (as their mom would say) pollen donor is. A tree isn't taught honesty and then chewed out for using it. A tree's mother is never hypocritical. She never refuses to be with her little tree because the "pollon donor" is in the same area. A mother tree never calls her young tree a "selfish little girl" because, for once in her life, she'd like to have someone, no anyone, to be in the stands cheering for her.

Life would be easier if we were trees.......
THat's all I'm saying....
especially if trees were allowed to have twin trees that could hug them.....

Life would be easier if we were trees....

Fri, 28 Oct 2005 00:56:19 GMT

Elaboration later.....

I Sit Alone

Wed, 26 Oct 2005 23:40:28 GMT

Marvelous people pass in throngs,
Yet I sit alone.
They do not cast me out,
Yet I sit alone.
They glisten with security,
Yet I sit alone.
I’d like to see inside their heads,
Yet I sit alone.

My eyes meet theirs,
All shiny with the same gaze and paint.
I crawl through the window into their minds,
Exercising caution.

Petty concerns,
Short term goals,
Vanity,
Jealousy,
Disrespect.

They live without really living,
So I sit alone.
They think too much about too little,
So I sit alone
Society accepts them,
And yet I still sit alone.

...This doesn't have much to do with nature..but it is about human nature....maybe it counts...and if not I will pretend it does any way.

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