"I have been to New Zealand before and New Zealand is very popular with Germans. Air New Zealand flies to Frankfurt a couple of times a week and those flights, especially at this time of the year, are always packed. Germans are quite knowledgeable about New Zealand and regard it as a good holiday adventure destination.
Michael, Starship is a purpose built boat. How did this project come about?
The original idea my girlfriend, Doerte DJ Rehren (DJ), and I had was for a boat of about 57 feet (17m)."
"Looney Tunes, Mad Magazine, Music, DC Comics and More!
You Rule School!
A whole schoolhouse of fun games, activies & music
Kids' Tour of the Whitehouse
Fun Facts and Trivia about the Whitehouse and President Bush
All your favorite Nick toons plus.games, music, web lab, message board and TEENick
The Fun Place On-line for girls."
"here for information on Nevis wedding requirements
Nevis, West Indies
--January 2003 - Couples in search of a romantic getaway, the
ideal wedding or ultra-special honeymoon destination need look
than the beautiful island of Nevis. Combining the beauty of spectacular
beachfront, mountain and tropical rainforest locales with world-class
accommodations, Nevis offers couples a picture-perfect setting
for a vacation in paradise. "Nevis is heaven-on-earth"
was how Ari Fleischer, White House Press Secretary described his
recent honeymoon there in the Washington Post."
"By JON OTTMAN - Staff Writer
For 44 years, the Girls Scouts of Macomb County Otsikita Council has been providing the Girl Scout program to girls in the area.
The programs offered are designed to be an adventure in learning for girls, addressing both their current interests and their future roles as women.
They develop self-esteem while learning to relate to others, make decisions and contribute to society.
Today the council serves more than 11,500 girls and young women.
In addition to the traditional scouting programs, the Otsikita Council offers two programs in partnership with United Way's America's Promise program."
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!
"Environmentalists and open space activists are warning of a crisis within the U.S. National park Service (NPS), a problem so severe that NPS services could be cut to historical lows and result in the endangerment of parks, open spaces, landmarks..."
"If trekking through ancient ruins in the rainforest in search of mysteries and supernatural wonders is your idea of grand adventure, March is the month to travel south of the border to beautiful and mythical Catemaco, Mexico, just south of..."