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So I'm at this swank dinner party where everyone is throwing their backs out trying to be impressive and interesting when a person in my circle of conversation pops the question, "If you had three wishes what would you wish for?" I take a sip of my ginger ale and smile wickedly; I'll take this, I've had an answer prepared for years. "I'd wish for a perfect memory!" (Incidentally, I don't

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Just read about this website http://www.ashleymadison.com/ I hate this. Then I found this website http://www.hum.utah.edu/eh/?pageId=1083 I want this.

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Friday, July 30, 2004    "Here I am! It's the beginning of day 2 here in Utah, and I don't know what to think. Haven't met Prince Charming yet, but the day is still young.    I'm actually really enjoying myself going swimming and hanging out with Emily, but Utah is weird. I don't know how to act around all these Mormons - they are all so used to it - it's weird and hard to explain. I'm just a

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For all the songs I'll never hear  and all the sunsets I have missed For friendships that I'll never make  for lips that I will never kiss For all the dreams I've lost to sleep  and shooting stars I'll never see For summer nights and autumn air  and all  the things I'll never be For feet that will not ever grace  the earth of foreign land For pictures I forgot to take  and time lost counting

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"If I am not for myself, who will be for me? And when I am for myself, what am 'I'? And if not now, when?" It's 11:00pm. How can I sleep? I resent the end of another day, forcing me to pack up my thoughts for the night and put my questions on hold until tomorrow. I could stay awake until 2a.m. I could read a thousand things, write until my fingers grew gills and breathed under water. I

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Climbing the stairs to my second floor apartment I can't hold it in any longer. "I give up" I say out loud to no one, the cat at the bottom of the stairs only looks up at me dispassionately in response. ...and when I say I give up, I really mean it. I grab a handful of bite size candy bars, plop myself down on the couch, kick my feet up on the coffee table and flip on the telley. I don't even

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Joy immeasurable. Plus a lot of time to reflect. What I love about traveling is learning. Seeing things for myself, learning the correct pronunciation of names and places, catching onto the local languages. I love traveling with someone. It makes you more confident in your decisions, if two people think you are going the right way it is of greater likelihood that you are. Also there is

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Very few people know about what happened the day before my trip, to my knowledge only one person was present to witness it and I only told two or three other close friends. No one really knows how close I was to not going. I attribute it to the news broadcast I watched earlier on in the evening, but for whatever reason the walls came crashing down and I had the world's absolute worst anxiety

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Out of all the people I know personally, I don't think there is anyone who loves home quite as much as I do. Maybe because I've spent so much time away from home, or maybe because I have put so much blood sweat and tears into making one for myself over the past 7 years, but I am just perfectly content to be there. What's more I still am somewhat of a closeted cynic and I hate, let me repeat,

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Be sure to read pt. 1 first. I want to make it very clear to anyone who is thinking to themselves at this point that I went on a mission under false pretenses - before I was set apart I had an interview with my stake president and I told him everything. I told him I was extremely uncomfortable with polygamy that I had doubts and concerns that needed to be resolved, and my stake president, who

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"God works in contraries so that a man feels himself to be lost in the very moment when he is on the point of being saved" Martin Luther said that in his 95 theses. I first happened upon this quote as a girl and liked it at the time I read it, although, now I don't know why. Over the years, circumstance and situation have time and time again added greater meaning and personal significance to

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I read once that the hallmark of good writing is inevitability. For example, if this character, given their specific set of traits and experiences, is put under these particular circumstances - then this will be the outcome. But I have to ask myself, and I subsequently pose this question to you, is that a reflection of reality? Is anything (besides death and taxes) truly inevitable? We- God's

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My world saving gear- sword, shield, helmet, etc - are all out back in an open shed rusting away. My glory days are behind me, but I still check in from time to time to see which way the war is going; and I have to be honest, those of you who are still out there fighting it, are doing it all wrong. Imagine you are looking out from a very lofty place. You claim that your intent is to elevate

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Back home again in Indiana, we were driving past a frozen swim park that my brother had gone to on a field trip with our old preschool. I went to two years of preschool there and one thing I remember is my Albino, Jehovah's Witness teacher. My mom remembers the little boy who I liked. "oh yeah," she says "you loved the little chocolate boy." "MOM! You can't say that!!!" "No, that's what you

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I watched a documentary in class the other day about the 359th infantry regiment, the Harlem Hellfighters. They were the first African American regiment in WWI. The narrator, who spoke with a lisp, explained how not only did they fight honorably, but the regimental band toured Europe introducing the world to the wonders of Jazz. He said: "They helped fight for France's survival and healed its

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Some sings of the lilly, and daisy, and rose, And the pansies and pinks that the Summertime throws In the green grassy lap of the medder that laysBlinkin' up at the skyes through the sunshiny days;But what is the lilly and all of the restOf the flowers, to a man with a hart in his brestThat was dipped brimmin' full of the honey and dewOf the sweet clover-blossoms his babyhood knew? I never set

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