the wind is picking up, sending you in a diffrent direction, don't fear and don't cry, love is on your side. --steven
Away! Though parting be a dreadful corrosive It is applied to a deathful wound, To France, sweet Suffolk, and let me hear from thee For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe I'll have an Iris that shall find thee out.
O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him. That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back. Shakespeare is my Kryptonite.
Hi there. That's me. No not Marilyn Monroe or Judy Garland, but the nerdy girl with the short hair. I'm going to be 21 very, very soon. And guess what guys? I'm going to act. Act until all of my appendages fall off and then I'll do radio. I have a best friend whom I write about. I write a lot of poetry. I sometimes won't update for weeks. But I've had this little journal since I was 12 years old, and I love it. Once in a lifetime, a man knows a moment, that wonderful moment, when fate takes his hand. And this is my moment, my once in a lifetime, when I can explore a new and exciting land.