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LJ Has too many new features.
So, we are making a website in Comp Arts. I want to make mine into a real site later on, so I am thinking about the name.
I like onegreenlight.net
onegreenlight.com was already taken...
I don't think I want anything with my name in it.
So, we have to make the pages in Photoshop first, then put them in Dreamweaver. I don't think that is the best way to do it... isn't it best to do it all in Dreamweaver.
I don't know what I am doing. It is my mission to at least kiss a boy before I leave for NYC. I need this, I need some sort of closure to my quarter.
I wrote a poem for poetry class.
How to drown a story.
I wanted to tell you a story
That would take you to Africa
Or the NASA Control Center
I wanted to teach you something
But between my teeth and my tongue
One thousand accounts of bravery
Wisdom and some substance
Sit like a dead body
In the bottom of the river between us
Weighed down by concrete blocks
Of apprehension, and the uneasy silence
Detaching everything but my voice.
I picked up a silly story
A flat and weightless stone
And skipped it across the river to you
One two three skips across the surface
Before it sank to the bottom
To join the corpses of more
Intriguing stories
I hoped the second stone one would make it over
Even with seven skips it landed short
You’re just watching in amusement
As I pick up rock after stone
And toss them one by one
Each barely making it across the center
Before they sink
Giving up, sort of
This time I try a new approach
I stuff stones into my pockets
And wade out into the water
I’m want you to have some small ones
To call your own
But first I need to rescue some of those
Stranded in the current, too
Weighted down,
I merely join the lost stories,
The irretrievable for the moment
This I did for you.
I suppose this is the way it should be
Let the water do the work
We should all be worn down over time
Waiting to make our way to the shore
When someone will pick us up
And see if we can make it
All the way across
You sense my hesitation
And take a quiet breath.
I know what you mean--
They’re just skipping stones
They don’t have to mean a thing.
Uhm, I think I need to listen to Amanda and just calm down. I really am going back to my old uber-obsessive ways, and that is bad. I don't have any more newspapers to print for a month... so now I have plenty of time to obsess.
matt
So, we are making a website in Comp Arts. I want to make mine into a real site later on, so I am thinking about the name.
I like onegreenlight.net
onegreenlight.com was already taken...
I don't think I want anything with my name in it.
So, we have to make the pages in Photoshop first, then put them in Dreamweaver. I don't think that is the best way to do it... isn't it best to do it all in Dreamweaver.
I don't know what I am doing. It is my mission to at least kiss a boy before I leave for NYC. I need this, I need some sort of closure to my quarter.
I wrote a poem for poetry class.
How to drown a story.
I wanted to tell you a story
That would take you to Africa
Or the NASA Control Center
I wanted to teach you something
But between my teeth and my tongue
One thousand accounts of bravery
Wisdom and some substance
Sit like a dead body
In the bottom of the river between us
Weighed down by concrete blocks
Of apprehension, and the uneasy silence
Detaching everything but my voice.
I picked up a silly story
A flat and weightless stone
And skipped it across the river to you
One two three skips across the surface
Before it sank to the bottom
To join the corpses of more
Intriguing stories
I hoped the second stone one would make it over
Even with seven skips it landed short
You’re just watching in amusement
As I pick up rock after stone
And toss them one by one
Each barely making it across the center
Before they sink
Giving up, sort of
This time I try a new approach
I stuff stones into my pockets
And wade out into the water
I’m want you to have some small ones
To call your own
But first I need to rescue some of those
Stranded in the current, too
Weighted down,
I merely join the lost stories,
The irretrievable for the moment
This I did for you.
I suppose this is the way it should be
Let the water do the work
We should all be worn down over time
Waiting to make our way to the shore
When someone will pick us up
And see if we can make it
All the way across
You sense my hesitation
And take a quiet breath.
I know what you mean--
They’re just skipping stones
They don’t have to mean a thing.
Uhm, I think I need to listen to Amanda and just calm down. I really am going back to my old uber-obsessive ways, and that is bad. I don't have any more newspapers to print for a month... so now I have plenty of time to obsess.
matt