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Name: Amanda
Country: United States
State: South Carolina
Metro: Spartanburg
Birthday: 10/14/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: Jesus, taking pictures, performing musically, acting, hanging with small groups of friends, understanding how to study the bible better, shopping with MY MOM (yea that's right, I said it), taking walks on the beach...
Expertise: Sign Languege and Music...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Retail
Message: message me
AIM:  singing4jesus90
Member Since:
11/6/2005
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| Oh gosh...seriously.
Xanga?
Oldschool!
Someone mentioned it on Facebook and I was like, whaaaaaattt?
Is anyone ever on here anymore?
How should I know?
My Niece - Abigail Joy - was born a month ago.
That is my life.
She is love.
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| Hey there Delilah, What's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away, But girl tonight you look so pretty, Yes you do. Times Square can't shine as bright as you I swear it's true
Hey there Delilah, Don't you worry about the distance. I'm right there if you get lonely, Give this song another listen, Close your eyes. Listen to my voice it's my disguise, I'm by your side.
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Delilah, I know times are getting hard. But just believe me girl, Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar. We'll have it good. We'll have the life we knew we would, My word is good.
Hey there Delilah, I've got so much left to say. If every simple song I wrote to you, Would take your breath away. I'd write it all. Even more in love with me you'd fall, We'd have it all
::Chorus::
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Hey there Delilah, You be good and don't you miss me. Two more years and you'll be done with school, And I'll be making history like I do. You know it's all because of you. We can do whatever we want to. Hey there Delilah here's to you, This ones for you.
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| I hope you will read to the end. Jay Leno puts it into perspective and makes one think about the pathetic negativity.
Jay Leno wrote this; it's the Jay Leno we don't
often see....
"The other day I was reading Newsweek magazine
and came across some poll data I found rather hard
to believe. It must be true given the source, right?
The Newsweek poll alleges that 67 percent of
Americans are unhappy with the direction the country
is headed and 69 percent of the country is unhappy
with the performance of the president. In essence,
2/3s of the citizenry just ain't happy and want a change.
So being the knuckle dragger I am, I started
thinking, ''What we are so unhappy about?''
Is it that we have electricity and running water 24
hours a day, 7 days a week? Is our unhappiness the
result of having air conditioning in the summer and
heating in the winter? Could it be that 95.4 percent of
these unhappy folks have a job? Maybe it is the ability
to walk into a grocery store at any time and see more
food in moments than Darfur has seen in the last year?
Maybe it is the ability to drive from the Pacific Ocean
to the Atlantic Ocean without having to present identification
papers as we move through each state? Or possibly the
hundreds of clean and safe motels we would find along the
way that can provide temporary shelter? I guess having
thousands of restaurants with varying cuisine from around
the world is just not good enough. Or could it be that when
we wreck our car, emergency workers show up and provide
services to help all and even send a helicopter to take you
to the hospital.
Perhaps you are one of the 70 percent of Americans
who own a home. You may be upset with knowing that
in the unfortunate case of a fire, a group of trained
firefighters will appear in moments and use top notch
equipment to extinguish the flames thus saving you,
your family and your belongings. Or if, while at home
watching one of your many flat screen TVs, a burglar or
prowler intrudes, an officer equipped with a gun and a
bullet-proof vest will come to defend you and your
family against attack or loss. This all in the backdrop of
a neighborhood free of bombs or militias raping and
pillaging the residents. Neighborhoods where 90 percent
of teenagers own cell phones and computers.
How about the complete religious, social and political
freedoms we enjoy that are the envy of everyone in the
world? Maybe that is what has 67 percent of you folks .0
unhappy.
Fact is, we are the largest group of ungrateful,
spoiled brats the world has ever seen. No wonder the
world loves the U.S., yet has a great disdain for its citizens.
They see us for what we are. The most blessed people
in the world who do nothing but complain about what we
don't have, and what we hate about the country instead
of thanking the good Lord we live here.
I know, I know. What about the president who took
us into war and has no plan to get us out? The president
who has a measly 31 percent approval rating? Is this the
same president who guided the nation in the dark days after
9/11? The president that cut taxes to bring an economy
out of recession? Could this be the same guy who has been
called every name in the book for succeeding in keeping all
the spoiled ungrateful brats safe from terrorist attacks?
The commander in chief of an all-volunteer army
that is out there defending you and me? Did you hear how
bad the President is on the news or talk show? Did this news
affect you so much, make you so unhappy you couldn't
take a look around for yourself and see all the good things
and be glad?
Think about it......are you upset at the President because
he actually caused you personal pain OR is it because the
"Media" told you he was failing to kiss your sorry ungrateful
behind every day.
Make no mistake about it. The troops in Iraq and
Afghanistan have volunteered to serve, and in many cases
may have died for your freedom. There is currently no draft
in this country. They didn't have to go.
They are able to refuse to go and end up with
either a ''general'' discharge, an ''other than honorable''
discharge or, worst case scenario, a ''dishonorable''
discharge after a few days in the brig.
So why then the flat-out discontentment in the
minds of 69 percent of Americans? Say what you
want but I blame it on the media. If it bleeds it leads
and they specialize in bad news. Everybody will watch
a car crash with blood and guts. How many will watch
kids selling lemonade at the corner? The media knows
this and media outlets are for-profit corporations. They
offer what sells , and when criticized, try to defend
their actions by "justifying" them in one way or another.
Just ask why they tried to allow a murderer like O.J.
Simpson to write a book about how he didn't kill his wife,
but if he did he would have done it this way......Insane!
Stop buying the negativism you are fed everyday by
the media. Shut off the TV, burn Newsweek, and use the
New York Times for the bottom of your bird cage. Then
start being grateful for all we have as a country. There
is exponentially more good than bad.
We are among the most blessed people on Earth and
should thank God several times a day, or at least be
thankful and appreciative."
"With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control,
mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up
the country from one end to another, and with the
threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, "Are we sure this is
a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?"
Jay Leno
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| I have had so many trivial "best friends" in this life. And what has become of it? Another piece of me given away to people who don't care. It has been a year since we moved down south and I feel like the vast majority of my friends up north have forsaken me. They makes promises "I'll never leave you." "I'll love you forever." And then leave me. Forget me after barely a year. Get themselves "new best friends". Don't return my phone calls. Or my emails. I have several close friends down here. Because I wear my heart on my sleeve, a lot of people know who I really am. But nobody *not even those who in the past year called me their best friends* know everything about the real me. Actually, those who in the past year have been my "best friends" probably are some of the ones who know the least about me now. I'm Leaving. Now.
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