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Is the cold and snowy winter weather making you yearn for a warm, sunny vacation? Coral beds, amazing sea creatures, and tropical breezes await you. Expensive? Not at all. You just have to use your imagination and a little geologic time travel and you'll be snorkeling in a tropical sea about 15 degrees south of the equator right here in Indiana.
Falls of the Ohio State Park, in Clarksville, Indiana, offers one of the most impressive natural wonders in the world. The eroding action of the Ohio River has exposed a wide bed of limestone that was formed 380 million years ago, in the middle Devonian period."
"Weekends are spectacular in Johannesburg. It's a mad rush from Friday to Saturday, while Sunday is a turkey - anyway you cut it, it's still a turkey. However, there are ways and means to turn a bland turkey into butter chicken.
People living in the area have this obsession with doing something slow and calculated on Sunday. Well, there is nothing more deliberate than tackling curry and hiking at the same time. To sweat profusely and enjoy it is an art, especially when you consider that you're burning kilojoules while exploring beauty and history."
"It was barely sunrise in his hometown of Chester, when Seaman 1st Class Bill Bennett manned his battle station aboard the U.S.S. Houston that October evening in 1944.
Stationed in the Pacific near the Philippines, Bennett and his fellow seamen had been at their battle stations since 6 a.m. protecting U.S. aircraft carriers as they launched planes against Japanese air fields. After fighting off Japanese torpedo planes for over 12 hours, the Houston's engine room was struck by a torpedo, blasting the ship and plunging it into complete darkness."
Memories that last a lifetime.
A place where fun, friendship and fellowship come naturally. Located on
16 majestic acres in a beautiful countryside setting, Harbor Hills offers
a complete range of activities. From the exhilaration of high adventure
courses to the pleasures of the creative and performing arts to the challenges
on the athletic fields, campers have a wide array of stimulating and age-appropriate
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It is one of New Zealand's most visited places, a land of boiling lakes and thermal geysers which shoot up to the sky... a region for whitewater rafting, cycling, and zorbing, as well as a showcase of the Maori culture....
At what point is it considered that you've "done something" with your life? At what point are you Accomplished? The Greeks didn't believe a man's life could be measured while it was transpiring. The weighing of a life happened afterwards, when all things could be considered, from start to finish.
When will I have considered myself to have "done something"? Because, really, I don't. I waste many hours on things that don't produce anything. My hours playing on the computer produce no works of beauty, provide no insight or knowledge. Except for the occasional 'real' conversations I have with people online (like the one last night), computer-time is wasted-time. So is sleeping, for the most part. I mean, I know a certain amount is required for pesky little things like sanity, but I have wasted days - weekends - of my life asleep. Even with all the stuff I've done (gone to college and found areas of study I was interested in, graduation pending, gone whitewater rafting, gone to Europe twice, etc), 90% of my life is wasted time. My day-to-day affairs are just so much crap, waiting for time - my life - to tick away.
In the end, I feel like I've done nothing.
"With the time I waste on the life I never had I could've turned myself into a better man" - Toad the Wet Sprocket
last night, i dreamt a bunch of people from around here (none of whom i like or respect at all) went to new hampshire with me, annie and alex. and they drowned or something. i dunno. but annie, alex and i went whitewater rafting or whatever and annie caught a big bass. lmao. i woke up at 6 laughing my ass off.
i downloaded <3minerva<3 yesterday and let shane hear it over the phone, even though thats not even close to really experiencing it. it doesnt do that wonderful song justice at all. i had to delete it though, because i felt like i didnt deserve to have it. and i didnt want anyone else to be able to listen to it, either. its one of my favorite songs, ever, along with everlong and a praise chorus. just mood songs, you know?
saturday, shane proposed. i just looked at him like "you gotta be fuckin me" lol. i said we're too young though, and he said he would ask again when he has a ring :)
havent talked to annie in awhile, but that seems common now. :(
when i picture how ill look in the future, i look like a diehard hippie. long blonde hair, flowers behind my ears and in my hair, dancing only to the music in my head, loving only the things that deserve to be loved. that would be awesome if i turned out that way. especially without meds. i dunno wtf people's problems with hippies are. they say they're dirty, but they're not. its just another negative stereotype against the most positive people in the world. and the label "hippie" is one that i can live with...unlike "punk" "goth" "prep"...eh. fuck that, hippie love forever! <3
50 degrees right now, beautiful BEAUTIFUL blue sky with whispy (cirrus?) clouds, and tomorrow? 2 inches of snow. flying fuck.
im pretty positive right now. im looking at life in such a great way. my favorite way, i think. when i want everyone to be happy. yes, im such a hippie. and im fucking proud of it. :)
This is what happens when you get crazy messages from Mio with repeating letters and symbols that once in a great while turn into words. Due to my mysteriously depleting typing skills, some have went as far as theorizing that it was just me being incoherent, as usual.
Not yet. As you may notice, my computer is off. That isn't because I found a life, but it IS because Mio sat on the keyboard and made my computer go insane with stupid noises and changes in resolution settings.
Look at how proud this jerk is. Damn attention whore. How I love him.
This is Eric and I at Big Boy. I was desperately trying to take a picture of "Scott?" (sorry, Eric, I am the worst person with names, I bet I made that up, didn't I) who looked a lot like Kieran Culkin. There was one with a blurry back of his head a kilometer from us, but I decided against posting it. Instead, here's more of Eric:
Moo didn't want to have pictures taken of him because he had no makeup on. I would not cooperate.
Eric decided to contaminate my water, like an ass.
Then he tried it.
We abused the entry sheets for some childrens contests, but had to "fix" all of the profanity or else we'd get kicked out. Or so "Scott" said.
I watched Carrie at school, where the VCR devoured the library tape at the very last scene, and now I'm not sure what happens. Last time I knew the story, I was about 8. I read the book in secret at my grandma's house. No one ever knew, but I sure as hell had a lot of nightmares for the next few years. Despite me not knowing what exactly happens to Carrie in the end, I highly recommend the movie. I was actually shocked at how awesome it was.
I was almost late to my orgo 2 class, where the professor refused to let us know the easy way to make some sort of a street drug. He said he'd give us the formulas and mechanisms for coke, but he also mentioned that he's only giving that to us because he doesn't think any one of us would be able to make it. Anyone wanna buy some fine Ivanna-has-barely-a-C-in-orgo-2-quality cocaine?
Later Eric and I rented Edward Scissorhands and we wasted about three and a half hours on watching that + TV + each other. It was fucking great.
Apparently, everyone but me knew that I'm going whitewater rafting in April. John called me 7 times to plan, too. As much as it was news to me, I MIGHT GO AFTER ALL!
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