the slow dance of the infinite stars.

my dog let a lizard loose in the house….

my family is freaking out:)

this is kind of classic.

p.s. I feel like a 5 year old who has just pulled a prank on her teacher.

totally just found my Hanson 3 car garage cd.

admission number 1: I still love that band.

having a link to your blog on facebook and then posting a picture of the guy you like on said blog… only to remember that he too has a facebook and could, at any given time, look at the blog in question.

WOW. I think I’ll die now.

fingers crossed that he never looked at this, otherwise….. FML.

I wrote an Email to a Girl who has been camped out in Chicago for the Rescue for the past 4 days, this is actually going to be day five. I actually found her here on Tumblr, and one of her posts just blew me away, what she said was so true, and the thing is, its been raining in Chicago, these people have been getting pummeled by the weather, they’re going on very little sleep, they’re sleeping on the ground, outside most of the time. They’ve been going without a lot of the comforts of home because they believe in this cause so much, and it just makes my entire heart fill up with joy. People are so wonderful sometimes, and you really, really need to take the time to get to know as many of them as you can while you’re here on this earth, we won’t be here for long so make the most of it. Smile at a stranger, Say hello to the boy in your class that you would never dream of saying hello to, hold the door open for someone.

the point of this Post is that what this girl wrote inspired me so much that I wanted to send her an email of support, let her know that there were people here who were rooting for everyone over there and people who were doing what they could when they couldn’t physically be there with them. She wrote me back tonight and told me that she had read the email aloud to the group and that it was keeping them going and that pretty much brought tears to my eyes. there is hope, nothing is impossible, and everyone is connected in some way or another.

I don’t care if you believe in god, or allah, or buddah, you have to have faith, in something, anything, you have to know that things happen for a reason, even if we don’t know why right at the moment, and you have to know that things can change, nothing is predetermined ( in my opinion anyway) life is what you make it so do what you can with what you have and do your best to really and truly LIVE.

In conclusion, I really do think that I should join a Nunnery because frankly, boys are just more trouble than they’re worth. I mean if you really take the time to think about it: you tell them you like them, they say they like you too… then the next day they say they have no idea how they feel about you, that they’re confused…. then a few days later they like you again.

please, for the love of beetlejuice just make up your mind. do you like me or not? is it really so hard to figure out and if so why? lets try to uncomplicate things.

Hi, so I like you.

there now its your turn.

I’m done ranting for the night but really, guys are the most confusing creatures, why can’t things be simple, you like someone, you tell them, they like you or don’t like you back, lets avoid the game playing and the  bs shall we? none of this well its comlicated, well I’m afraid of getting hurt, well I just don’t know, crap!

jump! leap! take a chance!! who knows it might be worth it. and if its not, if you end up putting yourself out there only to fall flat on your face, well you tried, and you’re none the worse for wear.

so in hindsight, maybe I should just tell him, hell it can’t really hurt can it, at least it wil be out in the open rather than tearing me to bits inside anytime I see him…. and if that doesn’t work, well, there is always the nunnery ;)

another personal post but trust me its oddly worth it.

I was at work today and was too busy dealing with a customer to greet a couple of guys that walked through the door, I did manage to see one of the guys heads though and I recognized his hair ( odd I know, but its kind of unmistakable for me) so when the customer I’m dealing with leaves I watch the two guys as they head to the drum department and think to myself: ” is that… no it can’t be…. but it looks just like..” I immediately dismiss the thought, because why on earth would he come to the guitar center in oxnard when there are music stores closer to his house in Simi.

I then go back to work, answering phones, every so often glancing towards the drum department and seeing the guy that can’t be who I think it is playing the drums.

long story short when the two guys left the one that I thought was chris turns and asks me ” don’t you want to see the reciept” I turn around ( I was working on the computer) and see that it is him.

“hey. I didn’t know that you worked here”

me: faking surprise ” chris! what are you doing here?”
chris: ” oh, just getting drum sticks”

me: ” but don’t they have a guitar center where you live?”
Chris: ” well, we went to salzars too…..”
me: “well thats always fun”

long story short: chris is the first guy that I ever kissed. I haven’t seen or spoken to him since about october. so yeah, his appearance kind of shocked the hell out of me but I realized something: I am so completely over him:) ha!

crushes:

Everyone,

If they say no, you end up alone. If you say nothing, you end up alone. What have you got to lose?

— anonymous

this is true… so tell him?

but then again, I’d risk losing a friend. and I really, really don’t want that.

crushes:

boy,

i dont know if we should be together
i dont know if we will work
sometimes i dont know if you like me
or if i even like you
it probably wont be the greatest love of all time
i dont even know if it will be love
all i know is that if we dont try we will never know
and that hurts more than anything you could ever do to me

— anonymous

kind of sums up how I’m feeling right now.

there is one city remaining.

chicago.

EVERY OTHER CITY HAS BEEN RESCUED.

This is the most amazing thing in the world. one more. only one……

will be at the rescue is Chicago Tomorrow morning!!!

a fifteen year old boy was murdered in my town last night……

The thing is I live in the smallest town in the world. I live in a hippie town, where people are nice and thoughtful, so this isn’t the type of thing that happens here often, or ever really. The last murder that I heard of in Ojai, that was on a newsworthy scale at least, happened about 10 years ago….

I’m a little freaked out at the moment. This kid was in the wrong place at the wrong time, he hung out with the wrong people and he got hurt because of all of it….

The world is a beautiful place, I truly want to believe that, and after all of the amazing things that have been happening the past couple of days I had started to. but now, I just don’t know. some parts of it are still extremely dark, and fucked up. even in small “leave it to beaver” towns…

rescues vegas!!!!

involving information about my life that I’ll be posting until the rescue is over:)

work was EXTREMELY interesting today:

one man told me that I smelled nice… ( really? erm, thank you…. I think)

one man asked me to strip search him… ( its guitar center not a police station I don’t need to strip search You dude)

and one man kissed my hand and told me he loved me….

again, the whole “joining a nunnery” idea comes to mind.

how far is chicago from california exactly?

those guys are dorks:)

makes me want to work for IC even more!

Albuquerque, NM
Austin, TX
Baltimore, MD
Charleston, SC
Chicago, IL
Harrisburg, PA
Houston, TX
Huntington, WV
Las Vegas, NV
Philadelphia, PA
Richmond, VA
San Francisco, CA
San Luis Obispo, CA
Spokane, WA
Wichita, KS

nadiapeer:

“the rescue”. we were rescued around 9pm last night.

i got to the abduction site a bit early so my friends weren’t there yet. but they came soon after. we made camp and waited. four of our five flags were raised. red for media (coin news & k2), white for letters/artwork done, purple for moguls/rescuers (amy roloff of little people, big world), and green for money raised. black for having at least 20 people sign up for lobby days in june was not. some people left before the night was over, some were rescue riders and went to idaho because they hadn’t rescued yet, and others (like myself) stayed and spent the night. oh how i wanted to travel though. but because of today’s plans, finals, and the questions of getting back, i couldn’t go. if i was able to though i would have jumped at the chance. but all in all it was a good and sucessful rescue.

now i am either going to get a few more hours of sleep or wake up/shower. shower? really? maybe.

more reasons to be happy! today is amazing! the world is amazing! people are AMAZING!!!!

LINCOLN, NEBRASKA

Author: cameron

Lincoln, Nebraska 10:16am

As soon as I sent the last posting, thunder and rain turned into the kind of hail that drove people from their tents, from under trees, into the nearby parking garage.  The police were kind enough to let them (us) stay there until the violent weather subsided, but then we returned to our battered grassy mall in front of Nebraska’s massive capital building. I tried to nod off in my chair, but the discomfort of the cold, the everpresent noise and a few Red Bulls from an hour or so back fought with me and won.  Eventually, around 5a.m., I may have started to fade, but then a darkened figure appeared aroudn the side of our makeshift tent.  I looked up when I heard him approach. “Denver?”  I asked. “Kansas City,” he replied. “Glad to have you here.” They pulled around and ten or so Rescue Riders from Kansas City joined our motley crew.  We were down to fifty or so, and the rain was falling harder than ever, with hail mixed in.  At dawn, the weather became intermittent enough to make an anouncement over the PA, and one of the ‘Riders from KC whipped out a magical skillet and started making the most incredible, warm, strawberry pancakes that any half-frozen activist has ever even breathed upon.  Soon thereafter, Denver arrived, and our spirits were lifted dramatically.  Hugs were shared amongst strangers, united by a common cause — a sincere and passionate love for the children in the LRA.  We needed no more commonalities than that to become fast friends, and conversation began to drown out the rain. At 9:30 a.m., Senator Lathrop of Omaha arrived, speaking to our crew, encouraging us, and commending what we had done.  We gathered as he told us how proud he was of our sodden group, and again, our spirits were raised.  We would be rescued yet. Within the hour, another contact was made, this time with Brian Lepard, the internationally reknowned author and scholar of human rights law and a leader of the Baha’i faith. “I kept getting the calls last night,” he told us apologetically, “but I had prior engagements.”  When he found out we still needed to be rescued, it became simple.  “What you’re doing with Invisible Children is important,” he said bluntly.  “See you at one thirty.” Our original crew of 160 now dwindles around thirty-five, and even with new reserves expected to arrive from Salt Lake any hour now, we are gradually shrinking by the hour.  The cold, the rain and the time have taken their toll, but we have triumphed.  Those who remain speak cheerfully of sunnier times, and in our minds, the Invisible Children of Uganda weigh heavily.  Will they soon receive a rescue such as ours, before their numbers dwindle out entirely?  The answer, we know, is in our hands.  As we await the arrival of Brian Lepard, many are already making preparations to become the next wave of Rescue Riders.  Off to Chicago! Off to Uganda!

~Mark R Gudgel Lincoln, Nebraska
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