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Bridges- used to like them broken, now I'm addicted to building them.

Jumping- My back won't let me do it at the moment.

Saving- My grades? It's a possibility. Mike when he's all the way on the other side of the river with a boomer looming over him? No way, except for that I could do it if I had a torch bow.

Choosing- Mostly I let other people do it unless it matters to me.

Changing- We have to learn to accept that change is good, even if we don't want it. Even if we refuse to let it happen; we'll be happier afterwards if we allow ourselves to be. We just have to learn to let go of the past and the future will be that much brighter.

Oceans- I still haven't been to one but I will swim on the beach someday... I want to move to a beach in Florida.Swimming- Like in the ocean, or in the swimming pool at 2 in the morning in the middle of the summer; either way, fun.

Drowning- I guess I've never been hydrophobic. Drowning would be a terrible way to go though. Too much water in any situation isn't good, except in the ocean never enough water. Unless you take into account global warming enthusiasts who say the entire world is going to be drowned from the water melting in the ice caps. Morons.

Beaches- I always pictured myself in a hammock with my guitar and a cooler of sobe on the beach next to my little hut made out of palm leaves and bamboo. I really want to show people who live on the beach what a real bonfire is.Sun- Burns me, but I miss it to death right now.

Rain- People who say that rain is depressing have obviously never taken their shoes off and danced in it.

Tears- The real kind of depressing rain.

Clouds- When it's snowing and when it's sunny.

Smiles- So many kinds.Pretending- To be something we're not, or to not be something we are?Life- Without it, we would all be not alive.

Love- I should write a blog and link to this part....

Time- The great equalizer.

Truck- I don't like them in general, especially the big ones. Dallas' is pretty kool though. So is Kelsey's. \

Guitar- Suddenly it hit me, I could play it. It only took what, 3 years?

Lyrics-- I could write them if I didn't judge myself so harshly.

Make sense of that.