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About Me

I'm a full-time college student and bank teller for First Federal Savings Bank! When I'm not studying or working, I love to be with my friends and family. I live with my boyfriend in a really cute duplex in Ames and am very truly happy! My life is very simple and kinda crazy but that's how I like it! Just ask if ya wanna know more....
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Thoughts to ponder:
"Our greatest prejudice is against death. It spans age, gender, and race. We spend immeasurable amounts of energy fighting an event that will eventually triumph. Though it is noble not to give in easily, the most alive people I've ever met are those who embrace death. They love, laugh, and live more fully." There ain’t no reason things are this way. It's how they always been and they intend to stay. I can't explain why we live this way. We do it every day.
"If the world were free from religion-- The Middle East would be a land of peace. Civil rights for women and gays would be secure. Birth control wlould be considered a blessing. Government would serve this world. The Twin Towers would still be standing." Resist an American Theocracy. The ocean is the place to look for inspiration...
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This is 'our song'

honeyhoney - Little Toy Gun video

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Matisyahu inspired me to be Jewish

  KING WITHOUT A CROWN by MatisyahuChorus:What's this feeling?My love will rip a hole in the ceilingGivin' myself to you from the essence of my beingSing to my G-d all these songs of love and hea...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jun 2008 18:32:00 GMT

A new word!

I learned a new word today from my Religion Profressor, Justin Davis.... Prosti-tot: combining the words prostitue with toddler...HAHA Definition: A young adult female that either is or dresses like a...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 11:17:00 GMT

Poems by Wallace Stevens

Of Mere BeingBy Wallace StevensThe palm at the end of the mind, Beyond the last thought, risesIn the bronze decor,A gold-feathered birdSings in the palm; without human meaning,Without human feeling, a...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 15:23:00 GMT