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| In the begining... A long time ago, in a land far away... this is the first day of the new year what story will we write this year. Each year provides a great opportunity to start afresh and try again to do whatever we failed to do in the last year. What will you do with this new begining? | | |
| This is the day that the Lord has made I will rejoice and be glad in it.... As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longeth after you.... these are the songs we have passed down over 3000 years that keep being sung in the hearts and minds of us the Christians in the world. Or do we sing them any more does our hearts really long for our relationship with God like a deer is desperate for water after a long run? Do we crave His attention like a little child waiting eagerly for His smile and do all we can to make His day because we long to be with Him? Today is the day that the Lord has made I will rejoice and be glad in it, even when its cold and rainy, even when my family forgets to love each other, even when i don't get my way I WILL REJOICE AND BE GLAD IN IT. At least I will try, I hope you try too. | | |
| yeah! I'm graduating may 4th im done finished and finally through with college ( round one anyways - who knows mabey more later). It has been hard getting here and trying to get finished so i can get my diploma. that is probably the only thing keeping me here in tn this last mt and a half til me and angie move back down to ga. otherwise i'd probably mover this week or try to anyway. Angie made me start execrseing lately its been two weeks and i haven't died yet but oh man do i hurt but feel oh so good at the same time. that is my life as a grown up right now really borring with a few bright spots in it. | | |
| Her breathing becomes labored as the tendrils start their deadly grasp. She can feel them encircling and entwining her mind as their Reach trails through her thoughts. They penetrate her skull perusing the pictures of time, looking inside the caverns of memory and draining the life from the Infected. No one knows how they get in but their grasping kills more people every night, yet the Infected walk still at sunrise unidentifiable except by a slight look of the eye. The Reaching turns them into zombies, they respond to the insidious nature of the Reaching more surely than any drug. The tendrils of unease clinch a section of her mind, her eyes lose focus. The wave continues revealing things long forgotten memories that paralyze her even now, the fears and terrors reign once more unbidden in her mind. She wants to run in fear as the undulating grasp breaches another part of her mind enwrapping it in a soothing balm dissolving the need to run, all the while they continuously nurse the fear in the hindquarters of her brain. Soon all her defenses demolished she lays open to the minute inspection from the Reachers. Her mind lies as a pile of mush in her head now she is ready for the Feeders.
The Feeders delight in new minds fascinated by the the raw emotive pictures concealed within. Slowly they sort through the memories of the girl examining each of them in turn caressing them drinking in the emotions invoked by each different memory searching for the strongest the deepest felt memories, those can feed the colony for months at a time. It is true the Feeders take her most frightening memories but they also take her most joyous memories they do her no favors in removing these memories. Soon the infection completed she will wonder like so many others how life lost its joy. Even as they feed they leave their refuse in the girls mind. The Feeders leave her with only the spent worn out memories of another's life ones they have already drained every ounce of personality leaving nothing but flat empty pictures with no meaning. These wasted memories she now perceives as her own. Taking a delight in these already ingested pictures believing that these events happened to her. She waits till the time when the Feeders will come again and bring her more predigested pictures, she will laugh and cry based on the life of another while her life, her memories, and her joys are striped away. Memories stolen by a culture of things that Feed off people trapped in there minds by the fears relived over and over again. Fears that the colony dredges up so that those fears consume every moment of their victims time preventing them from living their own life anymore. Because the victims become paralyzed over time with a fear so great they cannot leave their houses any longer the Reachers are constantly on the move looking for new victims. The Infected are so hollow and drained of their own memories they can no longer support the colony's appetite. They are fit only for the ministrations of the senders. | | |
| So to all you who try and keep tabs on me this way, hello I love y'all. I decided to take my down time at the station to do some serious updates, ok yeah cut the serious out I'm never really all that serious. Thanks Drew for reminding me of Krazy Kristi I think I had almost forgotten how to be Krazy. I actually started spelling it crazy, can you believe that? scary I know. Several people these past weeks have reminded me of things that really make me who I am. So I just want to thank you guys for helping me not to lose myself in Professionalism. (I agree with mac I don't want to be an Adult yet) thanks also to the people at governor's palace that went and talked to my roomie and then my roomie for telling me about their mission it reminded me *insert pause for tech work here* exactly why I started media in the first place and motivated me to start looking for drama I can get involved with - anyone looking for a drama freak in east TN?- Thanks also to Aubrey who came down a little while ago and looked at my art and helped me to be the kid I am at build-a-bear. I love all you guys who have helped me to PLAY these last few weeks mike and tabbi for the good old nintendo challenge and great conversation the other day and Jason for making me go to church and letting me help denny with the crafts and kids. Wow. I didn't realize how much I've been secluded these events are like the only ones that I have had any interaction with people that I'm not at work no wonder I'm so tired and I'm not having any fun. Huuumm, Hey you guys at JBC don't forget me invite me to do things pleeeeeeaaase.  NEways that was not quite the tone I was going to take with this update but it will do. Thanks so much guys for making the last two weeksish so good its kinda weird when a 30 min conversation with someone can change your entire day but there are stranger things that happen. *insert long pause for tech work here* you know it's a little weird but I was just thinking even though me and my family don't work together I think that is what I miss the most now having other people around me. I never got homesick at jbc but now I'm homesick for jbc: living in the dorms, hanging out at the greasy cafe, doing homework at the dinner tabel an hour before class two seats away from the prof.  I miss my family i.e. my friends at jbc. I especially miss chapel every day even if you do have to wake up for it. humm, maybe I should find a monastery (ok mike a nunnery ) then I could have jbc back sort of or just spend more money and go back. Or maybe just a really good church humm that idea has potential. well drop me a line guys let me know how y'all are love ya spacy lady bye bye. | | |
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