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| I am not sure who still reads my blog... but it is clear that I have not posted in quite some time... mostly because I have been on facebook and myspace... sorry I have betrayed xanga... but I have gotten a few posts from people telling me not to leave... well this is not me coming back, but I am giving a bit of an update
I auditioned for Survivor (in case you have not been stalking me on Myspace or Facebook)... I recently got a call back, meaning that I made it to the next round in Survivor selection... I sent pics and will be called for an interview in a few weeks I think.... from there I am hoping to get in to the top 48 and then out of that I hope to be one of the 16 chosen to go!! I don't know what island or anything like that but I have started training....
I began a marathon schedule because eventually I would like to run a marathon (LA in March), but this bulids mostly endurance which is a must for Survivor and soon I will add strength training!! I also have been watching all the Bear Grylls episodes I can (Man vs Wild). So far I have learned how to make a bird trap from my shoe lace, kill a snake, escape from quick sand, rock climbing techniques, fish trapping, editable bugs, fire from animal fat, build shelter, and "chimeny crawl" (a type of rock climbing)... now I just have to practice all this stuff... oh yeah also know how to make my own compass and determine direction.... so if you have any advice or ideas for training let me know!!! | | |
| I fear this will be my last xanga post....
I know I know, I fought this for so long, but xanga is dying and well myspace and facebook are the places to network and blog, so fair well my fellow bloggers, and under estimated women of the world...
I will not discontinue blogging and offering my little insights into life... but you will not read them here... instead you can go to www.http://blog.myspace.com/tarahealy to read my blogs and network with me...
We had a good run together xanga bloggers but it is over for me...
PS You can also see my facebook through my myspace page http://www.myspace.com/tarahealy
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| "I wish my life was this song... cause songs they never die... I could write for years and years and never have to cry... I'd show you how I feel without saying a word... I'd wrap up both our hearts... I know it sounds absurd... I saw the tears on your face... I saw you die... and I slam the door but couldn't make a sound... please stay sweet my dear... don't hate me know... I can't tell how this last song ends..."
Great band give 'em a listen!! | | |
| Someone quoted a poem today in which there was a line about trading youth for truth.... now in the context of the poem I believe the author was talking about truth as a metaphor to wisdom moving then to old age... not the actual concept of truth.... however the speaker said, "Isn't that a good trade; youth for truth?"
I am not sure that I like that interpretation, (1) it doesn't seem to fit the context of the poem, (2) youth does not automatically mean foolishness or non-truth. Isn't possible to be young and know truth, obtain truth in some fashion, prehaps as not much truth as those who have been further down the road of life, but nonetheless, not truthless as a young person... it felt a bit deeming to those of us who are young, as if we have nothing of value to say or do.... perhaps that is why there are a lack of young 20-30 somethings in the church?
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| I love this song!! I know it is kind of old but I feel I would be doing you all a dis-service if I did not share it with... plus there are a few parts in here that really resinate with me... enjoy
KONSTANTINE
I can't imagine all the people that you know
and the places that you go
When the lights are turned down low
and I don't understand all the things you've seen
but I'm slipping in between
You and your big dreams
It's always you
In my big dreams
And you tell me that its over
wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clovers
and your restless
and im naked
you gotta get out
you cant stand to see me shakin
no
could u let me go?
i didnt think so
and you dont wanna be here in the future
so you say the presants just a pleasant interuption to the past
and you dont wanna look much closer
cause ur afriad to find out all this hope
you had sent into the sky by now had
crashed
and it did
because of me
and then you bring me home
afraid to find out that your alone oh
and im sleeping in your living room
but we dont have much room to live
and i had these dreams in them i learned to play guitar
maybe cross the country
become a rock star
and there was hope in me that I could take you there
but damnit you're so young
well i dont think i care
and if i hurt you
then im sorry
please dont think that this was easy
and then you bring me home
cause we both know what its like to be alone oh
and im dreaming in your living room
but we dont have much room to live
and konstantine is walking down the stairs
doesnt she look good
standing in her underware
and i was thinking
what i was thinkin
we've been drinkin and it doesnt get me anywhere
my konstantine came walking down the stairs
and all that i could do was touch her long blond hair
and ive been thinkin
but it hurts me thinking
that these nights when we were drinking
no they never got us anywhere
no
this is because i can spell confusion with a 'K'
and i can like it
its to dying in anothers arms
and why i had to try it
its to jimmy eat world
and those nights in my car
when the first star you see
may not be a star
im not your star
isnt that what you said
what you thought this song meant
and if this is what it takes
just to lye with my mistakes
and live with what i did to you
all the hell i put you through
i always catch the clock
its 11:11
now you wanna talk
its not hard to dream
you'll always be my konstantine
my konstantine
they'll never hurt you like i do
no they'll never hurt you like i do
no,no,no, no, no, no, no, no
this is to a girl
who got into my head
with all the pretty things she did
hey
ya know
you keep me up in bed
this is to a girl
who got into my head
with all these fucked up things i did
hey
maybe
baby you could keep me up in bed
my konstanine
you spin around me like a dream
we played out on this movie screen
and i said
did u know i missed you(x7)
i miss you
and then you bring me home
and we go to sleep
but this time not alone
and i know
and you'll kiss me in your living room
i know
i know you miss me in your living room
cuz these nights i think
maybe that i miss you in my licing room
but we dont have much room
i said does anybody need that room
because we all need a little more room
to live
my konstantine...
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