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1. Post these rules.
2. Each tagged person must post 8 things about their self on their journal.
3. At the end, you have to choose and tag 8 people and post their icons on the same journal.
4. Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them.
5. No tag-backs.

1) I procrastinate too much and never draw realy pictures =]

2) I hate hate hate real peaches </3

3) My favorite books are ones written in first person, so much better

4) I could sleep all winter like a bear (GRIZZLY BEARS!)

5) I love to do crafts and make jewelry. it's an obsession.

6) Joann fabrics is my lover. I could spend hours in there just walking

7) If I could live off of raspberry tea, I would.

8) I fried clay in the oven today =o it's all black and crispy instead of vibrant and pink

...idk who to tagg

Post a comment, any comment...and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
(If possible. If not, I'll say something that only makes sense to me.)
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll tell you what colour comes to mind when i think of you.
8. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.
9. I'll tell you my favorite thing about you.
10. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you.
11. If you play, you MUST post this on yours.

I have a massive amount of work.

Seems that every day, in all my spare time, all I do is school work. I barely have time to breathe and just stop and think. The gears inside my head want a break but I keep forcing them to turn against their will and produce the work onto the paper.

Don't people get that if I keep running myself this hard I am going to run myself right into the ground and into a deep hole that I will never be able to crawl out of?

A person never realizes just how fragile a single life can truly exist until that existence gets torn away within a span of a few, brief moments. People believe they are invincible and indestructible. They act with human recklessness every day and never think twice about the consequences of an action they have performed so many times before.

But in all truth, if one doesn't stop and think about their moves and their choices, one could be the wrong decision and ultimately cause everything to come to a dead end.

Last night I learned that one of my long time friends, John Schwartz, died in a car accident after being projected on impact from the vehicle. I received texts and phone calls once the word started to circulate amongst his closer circle of friends. Time seemed to stop as I heard one of my best friends break the news in a cracked, strained voice filled with sorrow and pain. But most of all, shock.

Later I learned that no one wanted to believe this incident, that everything was simply a sick, twisted joke. I, and many others, wish that were the case.

I wanted to cry right then and there, but I couldn’t. My system shut down for it simply did not sink in. I kept asking for the facts, kept trying to logically argue that this was all just wrong, that nothing like this could possibly occur. People always see things like this in the news but never actually think, 'Hey, this could be me or someone I love'; So why would it have been true then?

But after today, I know the truth.

Walking onto the bus and into school, I was so confused; my mind was working on slow motion like a zombie. I saw smiles, I saw frowns, but mostly, I witnessed the tear stained faces of my friends as we all herded into the guidance rooms during the first few periods.

We all thought we could be strong handle our grief and be there for the ones who sobbed and shook cradled in their friends arms. But as I and many others watched even the strongest of people fall victim to their sorrows, I too joined the ranks as tears streamed down my face. My hands shook violently as I tried to subdue the tears but nothing seemed to work.

His best friends with reddened faces huddled together trying to remember how likeable and funny John had been. They tried to make others laugh and smile despite the tears. It worked.

It made me remember how many times on the bus he had caused me to laugh with the silliest of things. He had always been the life of the party, the guy who stood out with his crazy orange curly hair, freckled complexion, and wide grin which could shine from miles around. You could always run to him with a problem no one else could solve and he’d know exactly what to do as he patiently listened to the issue. I remember doing this many times, for he would just walk up the street from his house to mine, make a cup of coffee and a hot pocket, then sit on the couch and munch down his food while simply listening.

It also made me remember the smaller things, like when we had gone to six flags and watched the tigers behind the thick glass. I still have those pictures. Or his ridiculously random Halloween costume ideas like the Oompa Loompa. Just the mere thought of it makes me crack a small smile.

There are so many memories I had began to think and reminisce through the day after Alyssa’s mum drove us all to her home. They all made me wonder, how many other people were remembering the same thoughts? How many other people wanted him to just randomly burst into the room with his grinning face and laugh while saying it was all just a lie?

As I look back, I think of how John always lived his life to the fullest. He lived it as he thought life should have been lived by all; happily. His actions were what he wished to do to make himself enjoy each day effortlessly. Though, in the processes, he would make those around him grin and laugh at his goofy character that each day he brightened and touched at least a dozen people. There wasn’t a single day that he couldn’t live without causing dozens of laughs by just being himself.

And he is missed for that. John Schwartz was a fantastic guy who I am sure knew how much those around him love and care for him. Forever will he be embedded in everyone’s minds as we wish to remember him, happy, humorous, and fun loving, for that is how he would probably wish to be remembered. May he rest in absolute peace.

We love you, John!