...fucked me over one more time. I talked to Sallie Maelast week, and apparently they sent the funds to the school, but they say they never received them. So, I'm having my mom take over everything and get it sorted out because it stresses me out way too much. I need to eat FOOD. I am so hungry... AHHH. Traci, you need to come up hurr and visit. Brittany, you should come too. Just because I said so =P
Photos I took in my garden and in the forest ! There are 3 HDR photos, I searched in my old photos to make them in HDR =P [12] stock photos (3 that are on DA in fullsize, photobucket resized them -_-) [3] HDR photos
I hate my life. Yeah, I do. I just hide behind smiles, acting all nice for everyone, when deep down inside I just want it all to go away. The song "The Arms of Sorrow" by Killswitch Engage is my song... which brings memories of happier times, or thoughts about what the world would be like if she was still here. I just want it to end. I want to see her again... Rachel, I do love you. And I'm sorry
Conan and Etan had finished their leaps to the table. Lestrade turned quickly, forced by circumstance to see canines as companions, and put his hands up in a peace sign the big things understood...so different, were they? Fathers, sons, husbands… “Men never change, not really.” Mrs. Collins’ lined face looked wise as it smiled at her. “And that’s just as well.” 1 “Son of the House.”
"Restachoù mad so mad da gaoud" "Good remains are nice to have." (The Breton version of 'leave a good-looking corpse') - Triaged Potier was no stranger to desperate situations. Thinking in... I didn’t know he even had a scream like that in him. Lestrade couldn’t quite believe the evidence of his senses, but Craddock was undeniably dead. mevel: servant margodenn: puppet sklav: slave
...and Holmes were satellites in his world, each orbiting with mutual respect. He loved them both. They both needed him. What, then, could he do? A soldier must continue on. And fight for victory. - Brittany : The hunting-horn sounded faint and distant; a long, low moan that ran through the forest from the higher ridge. The men froze for a moment on the murky path. “They have our scent!” Potier...
"Anduriñ so red, med karoud n'eo ket" (To endure is obligatory, but to like is not) Quimper’s face set in a grin as he lifted his gun. The rounded hoops of the painted caravans shone in the light...of Europe likes to double back on its own trail, confusing the less skilled or suspicious dogs. 2 An oak too old and twisted to be harvested for lumber. Murderers were often executed on them.
The Dog is the servant of man, but the wolf is his master. --French proverb. The land was no stranger to men who acted like wolves. It was in 1440 that the peninsula erupted in horror to learn...on the dead man. Had he been particularly suspicious or contemptuous, he would have certainly done so. 3 A goat native to Guernsey…nearly driven extinct, it is beginning to recover in our days.
Lestrade soon learns that old age and treachery is more than a match for youth and skill. "En nos e kemerer ar silioù, dale a ra vad a-wechoù" Translation: "At night one takes eels, it is worth...miners who plumbed the depths for the metals they so badly needed. Their name is from their method of communicating, which was to “knock” on the walls of the mine to show where the seams were.
