Wednesday, November 1, 2006

   Another video!!


I don't really know if this video works cause i have dial up and I didn't get to hear it play I just read about it and thought it would be cool!Tell me if yall like it!!
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Tuesday, October 31, 2006

   Some awesome Kutless music videos!! And some awesome Casting Crowns videos!!



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   HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hi there all of my wounderful friends!!!!HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!! Are any of you going trick or treating??I'm not because I'm to old to go. Cause if I go I'l feel bad for the little kids cause I'm bigger than them and I might the candy that they wanted so thats why I'm not going this year. Does anyone have a request?? If you do then please PM me and ask for it but remember I do not do yaoi or Orochimaru!! I do not do Orochimaru cause I really don't like him and hes is sort of complicated for me to draw for some reason and the reason why I don't draw yaoi is cause it just PLAIN WRONG!!!!!!! Yep so I hope all of you are haveing a good day i know I am!!If anyone is bored then you can PM me cause I'll be on for a little while!!Well I got to go for now so see yall later all of my taters!!
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Monday, October 30, 2006

Do you ever wonder??
Do you ever wonder about what people really think of you?? I do and sometimes you find out and it is usually not at all what you thought it would sound like. I have never really found out what someone really thinks of me but it would be nice to find out. I mane I have had had some real close frinds tell me what they thought of me when they firstmet me but its not the same. At least not for me. So if any one has this same feeling then please tell me if you don't mind. OH!Also if your bored then feel free to PM me!^__^ Bye for now!!
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Sunday, October 29, 2006

   Winter snow.
I love the winter snow,
blowing in the wind,
I fell each littlel snow flake fall apon my skin,
but I dont fell a little snow flake,
I fell your love and wormth,
It makes me sad that you are not here,
I miss you...


This is a poem that one of my friends on here wrote!!I put it up for one reason
1.Because its really good


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Saturday, October 28, 2006

PLEASE READ THIS!!
PLEASE READ You know sometimes when you are in a hurry and don't have time
to read emails that friends and family send to you so you just close it
and think to yourself that you will read them later, but then you never get
around to it? Read this email. Don't close. I don't care if you forward it
on or delete it afterwards-just read it. It's about an essay written by a
teenage boy called "The Room". I hate the thought of what my file room will
look like. May you be as moved and blessed as I was when I read it. Thanks
for letting me share it with you.

THE ROOM
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like.
"I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote.."
It also was the last. Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teary Valley High School Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them-notes from classmates and teachers, his homework.
Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven.
"It makes such an impact that people want to share it. You feel like you are there." Mr. Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him."

Brian's Essay: The Room...

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents."

I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it,shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented. When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.

An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all.

The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Philippians 4:13
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3: 16

If you feel the same way, please forward this or post it on your blog so the love of Jesus will touch the lives of others also.
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Sunday, October 22, 2006

   HI!^__^
Hello all of my friends. I wish one or two or even more of my wounderful friends would PM me so that way I could have someone to talk to. But I guess no one is going to any time soon T__T How sad. Oh well!I hope you all are haveing a good day like I am.Thats all I have to post on so bye for now and I hope to hear from someone real soon!!BYE!!^_________^
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Saturday, October 21, 2006

   MORE LATIN!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Siempre fi:::
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It means always faithful!!!! Isn:t that just to cool?I think so!!SOMEONE PLEASE PM ME BACAUSE I'M BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Thank you!!I hope you all are haveing a good day I am!!^__^

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Wednesday, October 18, 2006

   Latin words!!!!
E PLURIBUS UNUM::
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This means "out of many, one" in english!!Its on the back of every coin!!Isn't it soooooooo cool??I think so! How was everyoines days today??Mine was good!!
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Thursday, October 12, 2006

   Um.................
Hey again! I wish some of my awesome taters would PM me!OH!Have any of yall notice that when I sign GB's I always out later tater or sometimes when I post I put something to deal with calling all yall taters?Or evenn when I pm some of yall I call you all taters??Well I hope some body has because its sorta my trade mark so that way people will know my site from so many others out there!Well later taters!!
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