Bettyz0r

So, I think I'm officially dead here. I don't look at this very often. I joined Americorps NCCC in Denver CO hence the kinda neat pictures I took one day while out on a job. If you don't know the program I recommend reading about it here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Americorps_nccc If you don't want to, that's fine too :) I've been insanely busy and I apologize to all those who may or may not be saddened by this. I will probably never use this lol. So find me on facebook if you must. I will not add you if I don't know you, cause that's just kind of weird. Bye!

Hi! I'm alive. But uh ... I live on facebook now. I'm sorry. I still come here though. When I'm err. bored. mrah.

When you've been moving all day, on your feet for hours, the still silence leaves a film of unfamiliarity about you. It's that foreign feeling of stillness that lets all the anxiety rush to your head like a drug. You stand there without a single thought in your head until it finally dawns on you that the more you try to relax the more pain seeps into your skin. Your spine hardens and creaks in protest and the blood collects behind your eyes. This is what growing old feels like. When you're tired everything has an air of vacuity to it. Words that people speak at you are sucked into a black hole floating in front of your droopy eyes. And on