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Name: Ryan
Birthday: 9/6/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: I am insane about football. I live, breathe, and sleep football during the season. Ohio State and the Cincinnati Bengals are where its at! All the haters out there are just jealous of these teams and what football can bring out emotionally in oneself.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  Bengals397
Member Since:
5/21/2004
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| So I'm sitting here at midnight and I realize that I have the urge to type something on here since I haven't in a fairly good while. But then I get on here and I realize what is there for me to write about exactly?? Nothing much happens to me cause after all I don't get to do much. Today was a pretty good day though, so I can't complain about that. I should probably head to bed now though, after all another week of school lies ahead. I should be so excited. Goodnight everyone!
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| Well this has been a good start to an end. We started school this week
and already one week down. I really think I'm gonna like this semester
and not just cause it's my last one. My classes are going to be pretty
fun, well except for Senior Research, but that doesn't even count as a
class anymore. It's now categorized as forced torture. It really does
suck and I don't want to do it and I have no motivation to do it. But
alas, I have to in order to get that damn Bio degree. Lets see, what
else? Well I worked today and when I got home I sat down to do some of
my reading for my history class but I was literally falling asleep
while reading and so I had to put the book down, so not much got
accomplished there. Luckily I have tomorrow off so I'm gonna try and
get some school work done and then I will probably go over to Stephen's
or something. We shall see, but knowing me I won't get any school work
done even though I need to. Well thats all I feel like writing for now.
Until next time!
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| I'm so very tired. So very tired of working, it is
all I have done over my winter break. I can't stand looking at BP
anymore but the money was nice which helps out a bit I suppose. On
another note, we start back to school next Tuesday which is good and
bad. I really don't want to go back to school, I'm just mentally
finished, but it's good because only 3 months to go and then I really
will be done. That will be a glorious day. Oh yeah, we got two cats now
as well and that is pretty interesting with Sheldon and all. He likes
to chase them everywhere and sniff them, A LOT!!! But they should calm
down here eventually once they get used to each other. Well I think I'm
gonna head to bed now, and I'll update again soon.
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| As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed
to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken
probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts
too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with
your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.
You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose
someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love
like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset
is a minute of happiness you'll never get back. | | |
| Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
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