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Well, I saw this:

Got this:

But then there was this:

So yea, have a good evening... Matey's?

Aye, Matey's!

It be that day agin' ya scallywags! Wear yer best bandanna and ye'll be an ol' salt like meself! Here be some scrawlin's 'bout meself to keep ye afloat. And best be rememberin', if I didn't shoot one o' ya ever' now and then, ya would ne'er 'member me name!


You are The Cap'n!

Some men and women are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any scalawag who stands between them and unlimited power. You never met a man - or woman - you couldn't eviscerate. You are the definitive Woman of Action, the CEO of the Seven Seas, Lee Iacocca in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. You're mission-oriented, and if anyone gets in the way, that's his problem, now isn't? Your buckle was swashed long ago and you have never been so sure of anything as your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off his head if he shows any sign of taking you on or backing down. If one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.



What's Yer Inner Pirate?
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My pirate name is:

Dirty Jenny Flint

You're the pirate everyone else wants to throw in the ocean -- not to get rid of you, you understand; just to get rid of the smell. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!

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Banquet?

Thoughts from someone who isn't going (and isn't interested in going) to banquet.

Firstly, there are a few things a woman should know.

1. How to tie a tie.

2. How to put on a boutonniere.

3. How to graciously accept a corsage.

4. How to hold their dress so it doesn't drag the ground.

5. How to gracefully get in a car with a dress on.

Secondly, some things men need to know.

1. Ask your date what color she is going to wear. (You really don't want to clash.)

2. GET A CORSAGE!

3. Make concrete plans about when you meet and when you are going to leave.

4. BE ON TIME!

5. Open doors. (Duh. Be a gentleman.)

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A few things I find myself thankful for as I people watch from an upper window.

1. A mother and some sisters who taught me how to dress with class.

2. Brothers who are gentlemen at all times, not just when a situation calls for it.

3. A mother and sisters who showed me how to be a gentlewoman through their own interactions.

4. Someone (or more accurately someones) who taught me that I don't need someone to make me worthwhile.

5. The enjoyment that I can get from reading a good book.

6. A brother who is buying me a pizza, because pizza is yum. :)

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And no, these are not referring to actual people. The interactions I saw this evening actually improved my confidence in the human race. These are just some things that occurred to me.

Suggested

I'm going home for late winter break tomorrow. Not sure how I'm getting there, but I know I'm going...

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There are some classes that annoy me, but God is showing me the joy of learning things in a new and different way. Hard lesson, but probably one of the best I'll learn in this adventure called college.

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I miss the way my family interacts. Having seven siblings really makes for a brain that can't just have one conversation at a time. I find myself talking to people while at the same time carrying on a conversation in my head.

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I might be insane. But sometimes you need to lay upside down hanging off the edge of your bed for half an hour.

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This song was suggested to me recently... I think I'm in love with it.

Plus that is an adorable video.

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Huh. Just occurred to me that my birthday is just over a week away.

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Ever thought about how old you are and just been confused? I'm gonna be nineteen. I don't feel like I'm that old. I don't feel like I thought I would at nineteen. Sorta makes me wonder if I will ever feel (or act) my age.

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Some people make me smile. Just... When I see them, or hear them, or think of them, or whatever. 

Rogue

Look! I am The Rogue!

You may now address me as The Rogue. Or don't talk to me. :)

An Exercise in Love

God commands us to love one another. This is me. Attempting to express love at all times (or at two o'clock every day), to all people. So, here is what I've made:

Every day at two I am going to write at least one love letter. To a friend, a stranger, the future man in my life, or a family member. My hope is that I can fill the entire notebook with encouraging, loving notes that I can share with people when they feel down. (I don't expect to share the Future Man ones until much, much later.) Join me, ask me, hold me accountable. Feel free to ask for a love letter. Let's see how sharing love, even in private, can change my outlook on bad days.

Ouch...

So I’m gonna tell you a little story, k? K. In the dorm I am presently living in, when you flush the toilet, the water in the shower gets incredibly burn-your-skin-off hot. So, on the inside of each stall there is a sign that says “Please yell flush” or something along those lines. Now, a seemingly random thing. When I come out of my room, I can hear if the showers are running or not. I am four doors down from the bathroom. Now, back to the story. Very often in the past few weeks, someone has flushed without yelling flush, and I've been burned. I have decided to write a poem and post it somewhere. It’ll go something like this:

I can hear from down the hall,

You are just across the wall.

I am sure you can discern,

The splash of water from your stall.

 “FLUSH” is all you have to call,

To keep my skin from being burned.

Yell out loud and stop the squall,

Holler loud and you’ll forestall.

Yeah. I’m a little annoyed. J Oh well. Laters!!