Monday, November 21, 2005

All guys should be like this...

To every guy that walked her to her car.
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To every guy that opens doors.
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To every guy that walks on the outside of a sidewalk so he can be the first to get hit by a car that careens off the road and push her out of the way.
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To every guy that cooks dinner for her.
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To every guy that's said, "Sex can wait."
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To every guy that's said, "You're beautiful."
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To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her.
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To every guy that gives flowers and a card when she is sick.
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To every guy who has given her flowers just because.
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To every guy that said he would die for her.
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To every guy that really would.
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To every guy that did what she wanted to do.
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To every guy that treated her like a goddess.
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To every guy that cried in front of her.
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To every guy that she cried in front of.
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To every guy that holds hands with her.
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To every guy that kisses her with meaning.
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To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.
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To every guy who would give their jacket up.
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To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.
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To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to be able to see her for ten minutes.
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To every guy that would give his seat up.
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To every guy that just wants to cuddle.
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To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what.
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To every guy who told his secrets to her.
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To every guy that tried to show how much he cared through every word and every breath.
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To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.
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To every guy that believed in her dreams.
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To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them.
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To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams.
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To every guy that says: I love you.
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To every guy that wasn't just trying to get laid.
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To every guy that actually listened.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Why am I so tired?

For a couple years I've been blaming it on lack of sleep, not enough sunshine, too much pressure from my job, earwax build-up, poor blood, screaming kids, late night talk shows, MTV, or anything else I could think of.

But now I found out the real reason: I'm tired because I'm overworked.

Here's why:

The population of this country is 273 million.
140 million are retired.
That leaves 133 million to do the work.
There are 85 million in school.
Which leaves 48 million to do the work.
Of this there are 29 million employed by the federal government.
Leaving 19 million to do the work.
2.8 million are in the armed forces preoccupied with defeating "terrorism".
Which leaves 16.2 million to do the work.
Take from the total the 14.8 million people who work for state government.
And that leaves 1.4 million to do the work.
At any given time there are 188,000 people in hospitals.
Leaving 1,212,000 to do the work.
Now, there are 1,211,998 people in prisons.
That leaves just two people to do the work. You and me.

And there you are sitting on your butt, at your computer, reading jokes. Nice, real nice.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005



I always feel guilty when I think about this. I hate the fact that my parents pay so much for something I take for granted every single day. I should be devoting all of my time to my studies- that is what I am here for. But 8 times out of 10, another "pressing" issue, like drama within the sorority, or a friend having an issue takes over and lo and behold, school gets put on the back burner. On that note- even though there are so many more things running through my head, I will go and study for my future tests. Because I need to not only prove to my parents, but also to myself that I deserve to be here and I don't take for granted that everyone else had to work hard for me to be here. I can do this...

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

You Can Make a Difference In Your World

You Can Make a Difference In Your World

It's not how much you accomplish in life that really counts,
but how much you give to others.
It's not how high you build your dreams
that makes a difference,
but how high your faith can climb.
It's not how many goals you reach,
but how many lives you touch.
It's not who you know that matters,
but who you are inside.

Believe in the impossible,
Hold tight to the incredible,
And live each day to its fullest potential.
You can make a difference in the world.
-Rebecca Barlow Jordan