tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55267172011-09-01T13:21:34.696-04:00This would be randomness at its ultimate best...Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.comBlogger1081100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1115558909851345602005-05-08T09:28:00.000-04:002005-05-08T09:28:29.966-04:00

Congratulations Class of 2005! Andrew Shirk, Robert May, Jacob Allen, and the very special Ms. Jessica Meadows (pictured above) were all commissioned as 2LT in the U.S. Army Friday, May 6th. Wearing two hats in the collegiate experience, one as full time students and the other as CDTs in the ROTC program at CNU, they will now depart to their respective destinations for training, and then onto

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1114976640570936112005-05-01T15:33:00.000-04:002005-05-01T15:44:00.570-04:00

Sometimes I ask myself, "Is it really worth it?" And most times, if I give myself enough space to really think it through...the answer is "no." No, it's not worth the effort, nor the time. So then I ask myself, "Should I care?" And usually, when I think about the situation and discover it's not worth my time nor effort, then I come to the conclusion that no, I really shouldn't care.With that.

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1114701861711432932005-04-28T11:24:00.000-04:002005-04-28T11:24:21.710-04:00

Awesome picture...congrats to all the MS IV's, and their Commissioning on May 6th! Whether you support the war or not, always support our troops. 

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1114499019723332742005-04-26T02:43:00.000-04:002005-04-26T03:03:39.726-04:00

It feels like I always end up taking on my difficult battles alone. I'm not one to ask for help, or for someone to be there...I've got that "typical" loner mentality. However, aren't friends simply supposed to be there? It feels like you're always here for the good times, yet when the tough times present themselves, you're not in sight. You say it's frustrating. Put yourself in my shoes.

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1113458147602019842005-04-14T01:38:00.000-04:002005-04-14T01:55:47.603-04:00

It's that calm feeling you get when you are completely satisfied with everything that has gone on in your day and you finally rest your feet in your favorite comfy chair with a huge "plop!" I know things happen for a reason. I am noticing this to be true in the varying faucets of my life. So far, I haven't been tossed anything that I couldn't handle without a little relief to comfort my pain.

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1113358290248860432005-04-12T21:56:00.000-04:002005-04-12T22:11:30.250-04:00

So, it's been a rough weekend to say the least. I didn't think my patience would ever last this long, or be this understanding. For some reason, however, I just want to give her another chance. Just want to let her know that everyone makes those mistakes that you wake up the next morning thinking to yourself, "What the hell have I done?" I've been there. I've done that...plenty of times

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1113108019522693642005-04-10T00:37:00.000-04:002005-04-10T00:40:19.526-04:00

A friend passed this on to me...thought it was interesting.(Click here to see the site...or just read below)A year has past and now we stand on the brink of returning to a world where we are surrounded by the paradox of everything yet nothing being the same. In a few weeks we will reluctantly give our hugs and, fighting the tears, say goodbye to the people who were once just names on a sheet of

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1112892895526787672005-04-07T12:49:00.000-04:002005-04-07T12:56:15.806-04:00

It's nice to know there are people in the world like him...Jess and I were working on her psychology portfolio in the comp lab around 1am the other morning, and she was craving some food from the vending machine. All I had was 2 five dollar bills, so I went around the comp lab asking if anyone had change for a five. No one did, until this one guy (who I've had many classes with, but never

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1112715373082669302005-04-05T11:36:00.000-04:002005-04-05T11:36:13.083-04:00

Makes you say "hhmmm." 

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1112679922096455972005-04-05T01:36:00.000-04:002005-04-05T01:45:22.096-04:00

I don't know why some people do the things they do. If only they could see the look in my eye, when those words hit my mind, when the sting resonates from one ear to another. It'd be hard to see through the tears they'd be hiding, if only they knew. My suitcase is packed. My rearview mirror is gone. I don't think they'll be seeing anymore of me in this lifetime. I might seem alright, you

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1112584107232892322005-04-03T23:02:00.000-04:002005-04-03T23:08:27.236-04:00

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write somethingfor a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," helater told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I everwrote." It also was the last. Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousinfound it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teays Valley HighSchool. Brian

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1112283925078391742005-03-31T10:33:00.000-05:002005-03-31T10:45:25.080-05:00

There's this lady in the book store I see every Tuesday and Thursday when I'm at work. No matter what, she's always got this amazingly beautiful smile on her face. She loves being at work in the bookstore...you can see it just by looking at her; she's told me the students are what puts the joy into her day at work, and she wouldn't miss it for the world. Even after spring break, she said she

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1111986128575774742005-03-28T00:02:00.000-05:002005-03-28T00:02:08.576-05:00

This picture will have to simply suffice for my needs to be out west and away from here...I can do without Colorado for some time, but I could never do without you. I belong where ever you are...for that is where my heart will always reside. 

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1111980951351195392005-03-27T22:21:00.000-05:002005-03-27T22:49:34.906-05:00

Had a wonderful weekend. Left on Friday, and got to Mooresville, N.C. in 5 hours flat. Have to say I didn't mind the drive b/c her company's always amazing. Spent the night meeting her sister and brother-in-law. Can I just say awesome people? Wish she would enjoy being with my family, but that's another time and place for that tale.Saturday was so much fun...so relaxing...so nice.NASCAR

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1111541588400172922005-03-22T20:33:00.000-05:002005-03-22T20:33:08.400-05:00

it's not the size of the dog in the fight. it's the size of the fight in the dog... 

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1111532111894315602005-03-22T17:49:00.000-05:002005-03-22T18:43:39.573-05:00

How very frustrating life can be at times. Challenges are met with full force, then once I get past (what I think to be) the finish tape, I come across yet another. I love the sense of challenge. I love the passion of throwing everything you have into something to conquer a task, or one of life's little speed bumps. Those speed bumps always make me more aware of my "driving" as I have to slow

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1110766485855776522005-03-13T21:06:00.000-05:002005-03-13T21:14:45.860-05:00

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey. He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him.. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first,

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1110400253813475122005-03-10T01:45:00.000-05:002005-03-13T21:16:52.436-05:00

God determines who walks into your life. You decide who you let walk out, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go.

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1110337635103098492005-03-08T21:57:00.000-05:002005-03-08T22:07:15.106-05:00

I suppose I'm in a "get my thoughts out" mood; this doesn't happen very often. But from the looks of it today, hell might have actually froze over...what was with that 2 hour little blizzard that happened? Then, sunny skies and singing birds once again. Crazy...Didn't get any sleep last night, nor the night before. This is becoming a trend, and I need to make sure it's not slowing forming

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1110159857674980402005-03-06T20:16:00.000-05:002005-03-06T20:49:12.236-05:00

So, the past two weeks have basically flown by. I thought they'd carry on like slugs in a race to find saltwater, but instead, here I am with no papers done, midterms next week, and going out for a few beers with some old friends tonight...once again getting nothing done. But I wouldn't re-do these past few weeks for anything.The best part: my family and I are getting along. For some reason, I've

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1109573085610444842005-02-28T01:21:00.000-05:002005-02-28T01:44:45.616-05:00

Wow. Life is so busy these days. But this weekend has allowed me to see the light at the end of the tunnel. It's been so long since my parents and I have gotten along. This weekend, however, was a different story. Mom and I hugged, kissed each other, said "I love you." Dad and I went for a run where I learned all the secrets of his childhood that he used to tell me during our runs in high

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1109571652576174762005-02-28T01:16:00.000-05:002005-02-28T01:20:52.576-05:00

When you get caught in the rain with no where to runWhen you're distraught and in pain without anyonewhen you keep crying out to be savedbut nobody comesAnd you feel so far awayThat you just can't find your way homeYou can get there aloneIt's okay, what you say isI can make it through the rainI can stand up once again on my ownAnd I know that I'm strong enough to mendAnd everytime I feel afraid I

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1109354396323388232005-02-25T12:54:00.000-05:002005-02-25T12:59:56.333-05:00

There's a song that's inside of my soulIt's the one that I've tried to writeover and over againI'm awake and in the infinite coldBut You sing to me over and over and over againSo I lay my head back downAnd I lift my handsAnd pray to be only YoursI pray to be only YoursI know now You're my only hopeSing to me of the song of the starsOf Your galaxy dancing and laughingand laughing againWhen it

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1106243615880158602005-01-20T13:47:00.000-05:002005-01-20T12:53:35.880-05:00

This isn't really the way I had imagined things. It's supposed to be that blissful, cloud-9 feeling. But sometimes, it's rather frustrating instead. Life throws curve balls at time, I suppose. This one is definitely a curve, throwing me for a loop as I thought it was simply a hard ball. I'm staying in the game; I'm at bat continually, and I'm going to swing after waiting patiently for the

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1104968278344240462005-01-05T18:32:00.000-05:002005-01-05T18:37:58.343-05:00

Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I'm gonna stop lookin' back and start movin' on, and learn how to face my fears. Love with all of my heart, make my mark. I wanna leave something here, go out on a ledge without any net. That's what I'm gonna be about. I wanna be running when the sand runs out. 'Cause people do it everyday, promise themselves they're gonna change. I've been

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1104467456111877842004-12-30T23:27:00.000-05:002004-12-30T23:30:56.110-05:00

I'm gonna make a mistakeI'm gonna do it on purposeI'm gonna waste my time'Cause I'm full as a tickAnd I'm scratching at the surfaceAnd what I find is mineAnd when the day is done, and I look backAnd the fact is I had fun, fumbling aroundAll the advice I shunned, and I ranWhere they told me not to run, but I sureHad fun, so I'm gonna f*** it up againI'm gonna do another detourUnpave my pathAnd if

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1103751914014856292004-12-22T16:20:00.000-05:002004-12-22T16:45:14.013-05:00

So, I'm going to write a documentary on my grandparents, and family. We have to be associated with the mafia. It's a given..there's no other possible way my grandfather could have the connections he could have without those ties. Number one question I asked him (after being a scarface/godfather/sopranos encyclopedia) was, "Papa, right now, if you wanted to, could you make a phone call and have

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1103434843764613412004-12-19T01:37:00.000-05:002004-12-19T00:40:43.763-05:00

I don't know how to put my feelings into words, but the L Word always has those perfect lines that make me smile... "...when she focuses on you, you feel like you're the only one who exists. It's her gift. I don't blame you for falling in love with her." :)

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1103309340551110992004-12-17T13:33:00.000-05:002004-12-17T13:52:36.196-05:00

I'm laying in bed with demons in my head. I stare at the ceiling waiting to be led. Into the stories I want to hear, but the heart knows they aren't clear. See that woman over there? She's holding her lover too tightly telling white lies the eyes cannot escape. But the soul is the most deceievable. It believes those lies, knowing the brunt of the blow will only remain on the heart. What happens

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1102458075137206672004-12-07T17:06:00.000-05:002004-12-07T17:21:15.136-05:00

Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possbile without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and agressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1102295791948211412004-12-05T19:44:00.000-05:002004-12-05T20:16:31.950-05:00

"Don't ever hold back. If we didn't feel and think, be hurt and feel guilt, feel joy and perfection and everything so intertwined with our connections with other people... then we'd all just be... some concoction of atoms and energy. To not allow yourself to share that element of you is to remove your humanity." -Mary Tovas Mary, your thoughts on paper are the paint by which an artist creates

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1102044374577911482004-12-02T22:16:00.000-05:002004-12-02T22:26:14.576-05:00

I lie in an early bed, Thinking late thoughts, Waiting for the black to replace my blue. I do not struggle in your web, Because it was my aim to get caught. But daddy longlegs, I feel that I’m finally growing weary Of waiting to be consumed by you. Give me the first taste. Let it begin. Heaven cannot wait forever. Darling, just start the chase - I’ll let you win, but you must make the

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1101960009156224692004-12-01T22:34:00.000-05:002004-12-01T23:00:09.156-05:00

So today in Law and Politics at exactly 11:33am I was pissed, perplexed, confused... I'm the kid that sits directly in the front of class, but usally doesn't say much until called on. I'm one of those "good geeks;" I don't show off, but I get the grades (this semester, however, may be different lol). My professor handed back our test papers. My read a flat "B." Damnit, I thought I had done

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1101699187660265192004-11-28T22:30:00.000-05:002004-11-28T22:58:22.750-05:00

I'll paint it on the walls, 'cause I'm the one at fault. I'll never fight again, And this is how it ends. -Linkin Park You shouldn't have to wait for happiness, and I would be so selfish if I pleaded with you to do so. Happiness should be a reflection of the past, a hope for the future, and a smile in the present. You have the past, the future is in renovation, and the present displays sorrow.

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1101535118123564962004-11-27T01:44:00.000-05:002004-11-27T02:53:21.746-05:00

Dear Casey, How long has the time been since you and I have seen eachother? Too long...much too long. You made my day, week, month tonight. You'll always be that special friend. All the ups, downs, and sideways...we'll be there for eachother. You know, I felt a tear fall down my cheek tonight when I left your house. I know, Mindy crying??? It was strictly happiness sweetheart. I am so happy to

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1101335229346907412004-11-24T17:23:00.000-05:002004-11-24T17:30:46.400-05:00

What is the purpose of gaining the world, if you lose your soul in the process?

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1101318478818725712004-11-24T13:39:00.000-05:002004-11-24T12:47:58.820-05:00

It's so difficult to please everyone at the same time. Why does human nature attribute that personality flaw to my character? It's useless. I've come to this notion for some time now, but I get so caught in the moment, I think everything is perfect...then BAM! I hurt someone. Sometimes, the only way to please those around you, is to hurt yourself. Hold back. Keep those secrets hidden.

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1101003478047854882004-11-20T21:04:00.000-05:002004-11-22T12:42:36.526-05:00

i'm staring from afar, the music's in my head. my eyes are bent in your direction. i prayed you'd never look. faith had such a ploy. did you see my secret? so sublime the moment. the clock winding it trace once more. did you see my secret? i prayed you'd never look. i'm staring in your direction. i know you feel my eyes. my heart melting in the process. your face too beautiful to describe. i

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1100998136274174902004-11-20T19:33:00.000-05:002004-11-22T12:44:24.376-05:00

So everything is not perfect. But was there ever a distinct definition of perfect? Or does perfection lay strictly in the eyes of the beholder? In my eyes, perfection is the combination of faults. Every mistake, every lie, every wrong move, every action leads us closer to perfection. Afterall, what would we be if we all were cookie cutter models of eachother...rather bland actually. I got a new

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1100907880646635792004-11-19T18:36:00.000-05:002004-11-19T18:47:49.703-05:00

"When mind soars in pursuit of the things convieved in space, it pursues emptiness; but when man dives deep within himself, he experiences the fullness of existence"~Meher Baba I need to start looking into myself for that fullness. I refuse to have those moments when existence feels so far out of reach...I've been looking too far all along; it's in me, no one else. I'm speechless. I finally

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1100547515748272372004-11-15T14:37:00.000-05:002004-11-19T14:59:46.986-05:00

Marriage is love. Black, White, Red, Purple, Gay, Straight, or Curvy...show your support.

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1100371254321381822004-11-13T13:29:00.000-05:002004-11-15T14:23:31.783-05:00

(it's still a work in progress...i made the lyrics simple, but it rocks w/ my guitar!) you take my breath away. you take me there to that place of joy and loving. you make it all seem well. you make it every piece of my being. so i sit here thinking of you. wondering if we'll be together. did i treat you well? did i do everything in my power? i know we all make mistakes, but concrete is all too

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1100287137117922192004-11-12T14:05:00.000-05:002004-11-15T12:19:21.406-05:00

I'm listening to Gwen Stefani's song, "It's my life." It's one of those songs where you're behind the steering wheel and think to yourself..."God damnit, it is my life." I'm finally doing something that I know I can look back on and not regret. I quit basketball this past Monday. I came to Virginia Wesleyan to play basketball, and I disappointed a few major people in my life at VWC in the

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1098912205462462892004-10-27T17:07:00.000-04:002004-10-27T17:23:25.463-04:00

Instead of asking "why me?" try asking "why not me?" Everything in life presents itself for a reason. You got caught stealing when you were little for the same reason you don't steal today. But in those weeks of being grounded, you probably asked yourself, "why me?" Okay, okay. That was probably the most stupid, irrelevant example I could have mustered, but the point is there. I've been

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1095012196545469032004-09-12T14:02:00.000-04:002004-09-12T14:03:16.546-04:00

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar...and thecoffee... A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1093840048221333962004-08-30T00:22:00.000-04:002004-08-30T00:27:28.223-04:00

Why do celebrities think their political views should be cast to any open ear? Who really cares about their thoughts to begin with? Here's a letter for you celebrities: Dear Celebrity, I don't really care all that much about what you think. Your thoughts on global warming, the economy, the war in Iraq, school uniforms, gun control, affirmative action, and anything else you care to speak out

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1093839386254785172004-08-29T23:52:00.000-04:002004-08-30T00:16:26.253-04:00

I'm just "here" really. Nothing is too extreme, nor too dull. Everything is completely relevant on a nonemotional basis. Maybe it has something to do with Mel. Since things got confusing, my frame of reference has become the same as well. But somehow, instead of admitting to my feelings, I simply tend to feel non whatsoever. It's like a nozzle to a hose. Turn left: on. Turn right: off.

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1092845787304202532004-08-18T11:58:00.000-04:002004-08-18T12:16:27.303-04:00

Beginning with an intriguing topic, I met up with Chris the other day. Seems like so much has changed, yet at the same time, nothing at all. Everything is still the same between us, but our lives have changed so dramatically. It was awkward seeing him at first. It's been a long time since I gazed upon eyes I could hardly get enough of in the past. This time however, there wasn't that special

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1091649551085354212004-08-04T15:53:00.000-04:002004-08-04T15:59:11.086-04:00

Well, I am finally back from good old Missouri. Mel and I spent nearly 44 hours total in the car, and I have to say that my legs can feel every second of it. From viewing the Spanish architecture, to meeting a whole Italian reunion at a local restaurant, it was fan-damn-tastic. MY fav part was most likely the baseball game, watching the Royals and fireworks at their best. I have to admit that

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1088306013747867842004-06-26T23:12:00.000-04:002004-06-29T00:22:07.670-04:00

How could I be so naive? I should be mature and keep my feet on the floor. I've decided to start a new website. I need to allow others to possibly learn from my past, or maybe not necessarily learn, but know that there are others who can relate. I've felt so alone for so long, and I recently stumbled upon a 19 years old female's website which is a mirror image of my life. How could I be so

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1088161808043629672004-06-25T07:00:00.000-04:002004-06-25T19:48:05.890-04:00

Why do you want what I can never be? I am quietly whispering my truth to you But you never hear in the wind of your thoughts. I simply want to sleep this away. But my heart won’t allow my head to be in peace. I’m tired of all the ups and downs. My life’s been on a cruise for a short while, Everything so perfect and in peace. Then you enter the picture and place your hand on mine. You push my

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Sometimes the most powerful moments can only be felt within the seconds of a memory. It is then that someone can fully understand the magnitude of the situation, knowing every detail from beginning to end. And it's in that moment which a person can reminence and wonder just how things would be had a decision been changed, had they said no instead of yes, or maybe even, had they simply stopped

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Simon the catfish reached his expiration date in the tank last night. Well, he may have bit the dust (bit the water in this case?) a few days ago, but I thought he was enjoying the filter, not floating next to it. So my mind was at ease for a while. It's natural, but I feel horrible about his eulogy. While burying him in the porcelain goddess, I told him that all toilets lead to the ocean.

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Went to NOVA this weekend to get certified for scuba diving. Probably wondering where the hell anyone can scuba dive in Northern Va, but there's a lake which is supposedly the clearest lake from Maine to Florida on the Eastern shore for diving. Lake Rawlings was fun to put it simply. Saw some huge fish, got bit by a few of them while feeding, and got ceritified at the same time. I thought it

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After months in Iraq, Mark is FINALLY back home! This is the b-e-s-t feeling I have ever had, knowing my brother is home safe and with us again. We are meeting up as a family tomorrow for dinner, and afterwards...a nice, long talk about his trip. Apparently there's a lot of sketchy details for us to be informed on. I would have rather known those details when we had no idea where or what

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Que pensais-je quand le monde n'a pas terminé ? Je la regarde. Elle me regarde. Elle ne sait pas que je me sens. Elle continue sans doute. Je me demande si elle est chiffrée, je suis fou pour cette fille.

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1086691483436860292004-06-08T06:44:00.000-04:002004-06-08T07:36:34.300-04:00

I got bit by a spider on the neck the other day. Since when do spiders all of a sudden go for the jugular? I think this little spidey has been watching too much "Arachnaephobia." Little b*stard left a mark the size of a half-penny. Alright, so maybe the usage of "half-penny" didn't make it seem very large. But when it's on your neck, it's a little noticeable to say the least. Random

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I've only been at the front desk for about 2 hours...so double that, and that's how long I feel like I've been here. Wow...I was caught in one of my a.d.d. trances, and when I actually looked around, I SAW MEGHAN! Talk about long time no see. She's doing some training today for the Poquoson Parks and Rec. and she was standing right at my desk. What a small world it is. It was so nice to see

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I had nearly reached my exit off the interstate when I spotted a plane flying through the mixes of orange, yellow, pink and purple that the sun had painted in the morning sky. I pictured myself peering out the plane window on my way to Colorado, and couldn't help but smile, knowing one day I'll finally be back home. I get the same coffee every morning before work. I simply love it. If

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Helping to open the building at 6:30am isn't so terrible afterall. I get to see the sunrise over the ocean horizon. I get to be one of the first to grab a newspaper off the stand, and enjoy reading with my coffee. And the morning silence of the building offers the perfect arena for a light read. In fact, I discovered what I want my first dog's name to be: Emma. Seems perfect to me. It's the

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Well summer's finally here. The long days of sipping sweet tea, spitting watermelon seeds, and sleeping in have finally arrived. Or has it? It's a mixture of both for me. Work has taken over a large majority of my childhood memories of "what summer should be." But that's the reality of it all. I'm enjoying the lack of school work and looking forward to getting back on my feet (sturdily)

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1083724407108303012004-05-04T22:33:00.000-04:002004-05-04T22:36:38.576-04:00

Well, I'm finally back from my surgery. Kinda missed the whole 'having a schedule' thing. So, needless to say, it's good to be back. Kim, my roomie, told me she'd push me in my wheelchair when I was fresh back...how sweet is that!?! LOL, never did use that damn wheel chair on campus, so I used my pimped out walker instead. Anna and Christine decorated my walker with basketball stickers,

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I've been walking on a cloud for the past two months of my life. Never before have I ever allowed myself the comfort of enjoying the small things in life. But finally, I have risen above my former stoic attitude on the world. Not that I have never been an optimist; it's simply that I have always set goals, but never really enjoyed the path that life followed. I always looked for how to

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Casey comes home today! I'm so excited to see my girl. Last time I saw her was around Christmas, and needless to say, too much drama at the time to view in a lighthearted manner. But regardless, she's my girl, and I am all smiles to see her again. Had a great talk with Coach Renn the other day. Told her about my situation, and she gave me the most honest opinion anyone could have handed out.

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Secretly, I really want to write an entire blog on how a chosen few individuals completely, utterly, absolutely, totally...annoy me. But really, they aren't worth the time, nor effort. So to those special few...piss off. Mark's in California. He's leaving for Iraq on Wednesday, and is certainly enjoying the time before he departs. He met the stars of the tv show, Navy NCIS, and got pics with

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I will escape. The wondrous thrash of emotions as two bodies collide Their souls reaching for the unraveled spirit of love’s last encounter One beats into the other, and two become single A sea of essence coerces the veins that pump life into existence Rapid pulses contest the gasp for life as lungs inflate to catch love’s breeze. It…is…just…a…hug. I will escape. Celestial ovals painted by only

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I've always wondered if my life were made into a movie, or a novel, what would the title be? I'm thinking "Mindy" would be in the title. But if it were a bestseller, or topped the charts, then people might name their children Mindy. And I don't want a lot of Mindys running around; I'm selfish when it comes to my name.

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It's been quite some time since the last time I wrote. Everything was a little more stressful in the social category last time I wrote in October. So needless to say, that has finally been resolved. I've met quite a few people in the past few months. Dated a few, and boy have I learned my lessons. Trust your gut instinct is the main focus I have brought out of the whole experience. I guess

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1066081052211779042003-10-13T17:37:00.000-04:002003-10-13T17:37:31.830-04:00

This weekend was awesome. Casey and Crystal drove down from Shepherd and surprised me on Thursday night. I knew they were planning something cute like that! :) Needless to say, the fun started as soon as I knew they were on their way down to Va. From seeing how cute Mamaw was with her new haircut to laughing over dinner conversations, from going to Busch Gardens for Halloscream to eating

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1065622643527046332003-10-08T10:17:00.000-04:002004-02-26T21:20:03.373-05:00

Alot has been going on. Nothing on the negative aspect, but a lot to say the least. Just so confused sometimes, but this is life. Without confusion, where would all the fun be? Then again, I think I'm God's little guinnea pig for humor. So my confusion probably gives Him a big laugh each day. It's okay though; if I were God, I'd laugh at people too. I talked with Casey about everything

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Doesn't seem that long ago we were playing Rec league basketball and being the youngest ones trying out for starting spots on the varisty teams. I look back and most of my great memories can include you, especially the high school ones. But my favorite day EVER in school was our 8th grade year on the softball field. Remember coach let us skip all our classes that day to rake the field after it

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1065448806010091322003-10-06T10:00:00.000-04:002003-10-06T10:00:06.163-04:00

Had a great time at Shepherd this weekend. One aspect could have been eliminated, but I'm not even going to waste the effort on explaining why. I don't really know how to explain what I'm feeling right now, nothing bad, but nothing I can really put into words. I kinda feel like I'm caught in a flashback, like I've been down this road before. But times have changed and it's always a

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1064956977312714092003-09-30T17:22:00.000-04:002003-09-30T17:22:57.253-04:00

"When it comes to life and love, why do we believe our worst reviews?" -Sex and the City

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Since when did high school enter the college realm? Casey girl, I'm sorry I put you in such a predicament. Had I known the reaction would sway in that direction, you know I wouldn't have mentioned a damn thing. But life goes on, people can either forgive and forget, and eventually people will understand what really matters and what shouldn't be worried about. You know I love you sweetie.

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Swinging in the hammock with fall leaves coloring the ground...the smell of chimneys sparking a flame unscene since winter's last call...birds flocking south beating rhythmically to the wind...the sky painting arrays of orange, pink, purple and red, revealing its beauty just above the horizon... I miss living out west. Everyday in the fall was like this. The best time of the year has just

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1064794206464433452003-09-28T20:10:00.000-04:002003-09-28T21:26:41.040-04:00

Some things are not worth the effort, nor the time.

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I think you're one of those people who don't like the idea of being tied down in a relationship, but love the thought of always having someone there. You want the sensation of feeling "free" yet still having someone in arm's reach away. You string people along without knowing it, yet beneath it all, you must know what you're doing. You give people tiny bits of information to grasp every now

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1064524549150345052003-09-25T17:15:00.000-04:002003-09-25T17:15:49.076-04:00

Everyone knows that you should never spit into the wind, but it's one of those lessons you always have to learn the hardway... Yes, it was windy today. So I had tons of fun rollarblading with the wind, but when the boardwalk ended, and I had to go the other direction...well I got one hell of a workout! :) The oceanfront looked a little worn today. I suppose all beaches seem to gain a few

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1064503303323465082003-09-25T11:21:00.000-04:002003-09-25T11:21:43.170-04:00

I've been contemplating where to transfer for next year, and I've got it down to two schools. Anywhere but this campus is a nice idea for me right about now. I'm basically just sticking here to play ball, but I'm also thinking about how important one year of bball is in the whole realm of things. Yes, it's a fun sport and I'm good at it. But, if I'm so unhappy being here a v-dubb, then why

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1064337920438499512003-09-23T13:25:00.000-04:002003-09-23T13:25:20.300-04:00

This month hasn't exactly gone the way I would have planned it to go, but I've learned more in these past few weeks than I had ever imagined. Some good, some bad, but all for the better...damn, learning the hard way sucks sometimes. Isabel kicked some ass in the tidewater area. Gotta say I'm a lucky kid however and thank God for not letting anything happen to my family and house. I moved the

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1063845548820837572003-09-17T20:39:00.000-04:002003-09-17T20:39:08.430-04:00

Good Lord...I was watching the weather channel and I've come to the realization that I could do such a better job. I'd keep it real, just how normal people want it, no sugar-coating, no grazing-over the hard facts. While I was listening I heard this dexter of a man announce, "well folks, if you're in the viewing area, you know that isabel has her eyes..haha...i mean eye on you . Flood surges

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Maybe this makes it easier, having someone to blame. I've got big shoulders, but this just isn't the same. Put the fault on me and watch me wait, I promise I'll be here, I won't hesitate. Until the day you set me free, Either the two of us, or simply just me. I'll make it past this heartache I feel, But sometimes it seems like God isn't real. Opportunities come, and opportunities go, Give me a

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1063294694148439502003-09-11T11:38:00.000-04:002003-09-11T11:54:55.620-04:00

Everyday, everyway, Every word that you that say You just keep me so crazy. It must have been that first time That I saw your look like mine, Those eyes just keep me thinking bout you baby. The distance ain’t no thing. Just soar above the sky by wing. I’ll be there when you need me. Just keep believing. Everytime you say my name, I know that this is no game. You’re real in every way Since I

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1063144699871740902003-09-09T17:58:00.000-04:002003-09-09T17:58:19.770-04:00

You're looking at the Home Run Derby queen! Yes folks, my slim image (haha) might be deceiving, but this chick can crush just about anything. Well, as you can see, the highlight of my day thus far has been winning the homerun derby, which on the grand scale amounts close to nothing. That's okay, it's the little things in life... I've noticed that doing random acts of kindness for people

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1063030306070170552003-09-08T10:11:00.000-04:002003-09-08T22:30:37.710-04:00

It's quite overwhelming once you discover just how independent you can be. One good talk, and you can recognize so much that was blind to you before...thanks for the talk girl. Now that I get to thinking about it all, it's the journey there, not necessarily getting to the end. It's the journey you remember, not simply reaching the goal. I can't wait for this weekend...I can't wait for so many

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It's your fault I fall for that smile. It's your fault I fall for those eyes. It's your fault I can't seem to forget you, When all the world blows by. It's your fault I never forget each hug. It's your fault I never forget each kiss. It's your fault I never forget you in my prayers, When God listens to the one I miss. It's your fault I'm falling. It's your fault I'm letting go. It's your fault

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1062777832148650452003-09-05T12:03:00.000-04:002003-09-05T12:03:52.170-04:00

I don't know what got into me yesterday. Lets just say I was taking a short trip to the past after accidentally spoting a picture and getting caught up in what used to be. But I have someone in my life, that right now, I can't stop thinking about. I don't know if that's a good thing or not, maybe you can give me your opinion... I don't necessarily know exactly what I want out of life.

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1062718101823113292003-09-04T19:28:00.000-04:002003-09-05T12:08:18.693-04:00

"I liked you from the moment I laid my eyes on you. I said to myself 'she's a tiger.' She belongs to me." Yes, this is a quote from Scarface, possibly one of the best movies ever made. Chris is the one who got me into those movies (ie. The Godfather, Scarface, etc), so I have to give the credit solely to him. Geez, sometimes I still miss those nights laughing at Jim Carrey, and munching down

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1062703142787723792003-09-04T15:19:00.000-04:002003-09-04T15:19:02.893-04:00

I almost raised my hand in class today to debate a very controversial matter, however something stopped me. Would people think I was apart of this controversial madness if I defended it? Well, I suppose I am apart of it, however my morals did not outwit my social acceptance today. Bummer...where's the revolutionary girl when you need her? Hiding behind her desk, that's where. Maybe I'll have

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-106261106430601212003-09-03T13:44:00.000-04:002003-09-03T13:44:24.140-04:00

Ah, the first week of college is over. This simply means I have survived what I like to call, "i-am-now-a-college-student-therefore-i-must-act-like-one-which-implies-the-usage-of-large-vocabulary-containing-many-assumed-factual-information-which-in-turn-remains-to-be-strickly-beliefs-all-because-i-have-entered-the-college-phase-of-my-life-itis." Might I add these uncanny students (aka freshmen)

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Well I drove back home depressed as hell, and wanting to turn around at every post. The rearview mirror was starring at me as if it might actually come out and say, "turn around, then it won't be just a reflection." There's not enough hours in one day to do all the things we need to do. And frankly, the hours I do have, I haven't used wisely. Yes, on one hand there's the fact that spending the

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1060297293732998562003-08-07T19:01:00.000-04:002003-08-07T19:01:33.646-04:00

Tomorrow's slice and dice 'em day...woo-hoo. Man this surgery thing is going to suck hard. Maybe I can still ride my horse, only this time like the special olympic handicap kids ride. Hmm...might want to take photos of that. Honestly, I just can't wait till I hop in my car and come see you. I miss ya.

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1060063751705457052003-08-05T02:09:00.000-04:002003-08-05T02:09:11.770-04:00

You know who you are, and I'm still waiting...just not for very long anymore.

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1060063685530393052003-08-05T02:08:00.000-04:002003-08-05T02:08:05.573-04:00

It's looking across a room full of people at that special someone, and knowing how much you love them just through that one quick glance. The eyes meet, you both smile, and it's certain: you love eachother. It's not hanging continually on their shoulder as if you ever let go, they might disappear. It's that subtle glance across a crowd that shows your true emotions. I found that subtle, yet

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1059882681504319072003-08-02T23:51:00.000-04:002003-08-02T23:51:21.430-04:00

I thought I was confused, but I knew the answers all along. It's just my heart that won't respond to the word 'no,' and my emotions that keep me trying over and over again. I've fallen hard this time... It's like all these signs point to no. But just because my heart keeps saying yes, then that's JUST enough to keep me thinking about you, and keep me trying repeatedly. Sometimes I feel like

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1059867582259941612003-08-02T19:39:00.000-04:002003-08-02T19:39:42.183-04:00

It's that gut feeling when you just know something. My heart tells me to keep trying, but my head keeps repeating that this will never work. It's that ball in the middle of my stomach that answers the question, "will you ever be mine?" And I hate the answers. You tell me to be patient, but it's like you're only playing games. I can't keep doing this.

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1059082356631843032003-07-24T17:32:00.000-04:002003-07-24T17:32:36.583-04:00

Hearing from you was like a journey to the past. Knowing that nothing is there, yet so much remains. It's weird how someone I never talk to can still touch emotions inside me. Sometimes it's hard being the type to always remember, even when there's everything to forget. If you're reading this, you're the reason why I try to never have regrets anymore.

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1059081700493668592003-07-24T17:21:00.000-04:002003-07-24T17:24:18.990-04:00

Can something ever feel so right, yet so wrong?

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1058993977287836832003-07-23T16:59:00.000-04:002003-07-23T17:11:28.040-04:00

It's okay to not know exactly what you want out of life. Hell, I have a thousand and one different goals I want to reach, and I still don't know what God's plan is for me. But that's okay...at least that's what I keep tellin' myself, and it seems to be quite beneficial. Anyways...in a nutshell since I'm not in the most talkative mood (go figure, there's somethin new): Friday...whoa (big day).

Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958348215708191454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526717.post-1058583746845750562003-07-18T23:02:00.000-04:002003-07-18T23:03:06.286-04:00

"It's only an angiogram," replies the doctor. Right, I understand completely that this is a common procedure, equivalent to any household chore in the hospital. However, because this common task is not done on me everyday, it's quite frankly...nerve racking. Seems painful, but we'll see once I'm used as the guinea pig here. Eeww. This is not a fun day. Anyone have a pair of legs I can borrow?

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