What you were supposed to hear, you didn't. Now, you have to find the words in you. ‘Cause they haven't told you and you have to find them.

The most interesting thing about the truth: words are said, words are heard.

You try to find them in the world, you get lost.

You try to find what was not said to you in you, and go running through the world.

The more you try to find them - the words - the more you get lost.

Now, hear what you haven't been told:

"You had ears to hear what was not said to you. You have ears now. I'm telling you that dead you are not, ears you have."

  This is like THE most important post (at least to me) that I'll I've posted so far. OK I'm a huge converse fan, particularly Chuck Taylors. I'm also a huge blue fan, it's my favorite color right next to black. I own a pair of all black chucks and a pair of originals BUT I have yet to buy a pair of blue chucks. Around June or July 2008(don't know the exact date) Converse released a new Chuck Taylor. Unfortunately I don't know the name so you'll have to go off the description. They are blue and have a pocket on the outside of each shoe, and in each pocket there's a little blue flag (OMG!) I almost dies when I saw this shoe. Well of course I was broke at the time and could purchase but I kept saying (I'm gonna get them) So here it is August 29th and I had made plans to head of to journey's next week and get them. I went in the store today you know just to check them out, and they were no where to be found. I thought back to the black and white plaid (also not released too long ago) and thought "I guess there sold out like the others" So I thought "alright guess I'll just have to buy them offline, no bi deal just takes a little longer". Went up to one of the workers and ask "What happened to the blue chucks w/ the flag?" I got the worst news like EVER (in regards to shoes) the words slipped out like venom "OH they were recalled"....RECALLED!!!!! and do you know WHY they were recalled?!?!?! GANG VIOLENCE WTF (CHILDREN PLEASE STOP RUNNING AROUND WITH FLAGS AND GUNS AND RUINING MY DREAM OF OWNING THE BEST PAIR OF CHUCKIES I'VE BEEN BLESSED TO SEE IN MY LIFE!) Why is the world against me???

Anyway the real point of this is to say ANYONE WHO EITHER:

• Know's the name of the shoe

• Know's of somewhere I can find the shoe

• Has a picture of the shoe

• Is willing to give up a pair of the shoes (for a price of course)

• Or just ANYTHING related to the shoe PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE contact me

I'm going to OVERLOAD this post with keywords because I HAVE to OWN those shoes (not really but it's make my year :) ) So yeah come on ppl do your community service and get those shoes to me

pEaCe

They told me they saw a little pain in my eyes, too. They thought it was related to my father. I wondered if they were just guessing.

My father once told me I had an old soul. He said he had a young one. Or maybe he just said it was younger. I can't remember. I was young at the time.

Someone once told me I needed to be careful about the way I said things. They said I had a deep authority in my speech, but that I hadn't yet learned to harness it. They said what God needed to work on in me would become my greatest victory. I cried when they said that, because I didn't like the scrutiny. But then I opened my Bible to Proverbs 17: 27-28, and then I cried some more. Because God had used them to teach me. And I desperately needed to learn.

Someone once told me they thought I was prophetic. I winced when they said that, because I wished it was true.

Someone once told me I made them feel like a kid again. They smiled when they said that... and I smiled too. They looked happy, but I really didn't know if that was good or bad.

Someone once told me what kind of personality they thought I had. They said words like sanguine and melancholy and choleric and phlegmatic, but I don't remember which. Someone once told me I should take a personality test to find out for sure. I told them I wasn't going to do that. I didn't see the point in the boxes. For them, or for me. I didn't want to limit reality with expectation. They said the test was biblically based. I guess ‘based' just wasn't enough for me.

My mother once told me how to make a cake from scratch. I think I took notes, but I don't know where I put them. I will just follow a recipe.

Someone once told me if ‘x' was 7 and ‘y' was 164, ‘z' would be... I can't remember. I don't think I was really listening.

Someone once told me they were going to pay. I once told someone I was going to instead. Someone once told me they weren't going to let me. I think we split the bill. Or maybe I bought dessert.

Someone once told me they told someone they didn't think it was the right time for me. I wished someone had asked me instead.

Someone once told me they missed my face. I thought that was sweet, considering they hadn't seen it yet. And really... I missed theirs, too.

Someone once told me they loved me. Someone else had told me that before too, but they had said it too easily, and it held no meaning. This someone said it right, amongst noise and chaos and busyness and laughs. They were still when they said it, just above a whisper. Perfectly, they said it, quietly to me.

Someone once told me I had the most amazing spirit. They told me it in a text message on Saturday night. And even though it was a text message, I thought it was one of the nicest things anyone could ever say.

Frit samfund med uafhængigt TV

Jersey er et selvstændigt velhaversamfund. Minimale skatter og toldfrie goder. Sådan skaber befolkningen sig gratis TV. Flere programmer for en brøkdel af udgifter.

Da ELISABETH den anden, dronning af England, i sommer besøger sine kære undersåtter på øen JERSEY, mindedes hun med afsky et årstal, kendt af alle danske skolebørn: 1066. Det var året, da Wilhelm Erobreren, Vikingehøvding og hertug af Normandiet, indtog England, hjulpet af blandt andre tapre Jerseyfolk, der siden ynder at omtale England og Skotland som "vore nordlige besiddelser".

138 år senere skiltes Storbritannien og Nordmandiet for evigt, men Jersey og de øvrige kanaløer holdt sig til England, men sikrede sig ubrydeligt selvstyre under kongefællesskab.

Der ligger Jersey så ved Frankrigs kyst, begunstiget af Golfstrømmen, palmekranset, en uafhængig atlanterhavsø med stolte traditioner.

45 kvadratmiles, 75.000 indbyggere, hvoraf 6.000 franske. Engelsksprogede, med fransk oversættelse i alle officielle dokumenter.

Højeste beskatning 22%
Med 11-13 meters forskel på tidevandsstanden er det evigt usikkert om bølgerne sprøjter op på hotelvinduerne, eller man skal spadsere en kilometer ud for at finde vandet. Ellers er alting sikkert og solidt i staten Jersey. Indkomstskatten er en såre beskeden udgift for almindelige mennesker og kan end ikke for millionærer stige til mere end 22% af skattepligtig indtægt. Moms har man aldrig hørt om. Told og afgifter er beskedne. Spiritus, tobak og parfume er toldfrit. Omsætningen enorm. Kunstigt nok - for der skal jo også findes særheder - er vin beskattet, så det koster det samme som i London. Selv en mousserende pærevin er der told på. En god whisky koster 24 danske kroner. Cigaretter 12-25 øre. Arveafgifter og grundskatter kendes ikke. Arbejdsløshed findes ikke. Lønniveauet er rimeligt takket være den minimale indkomstskat.

Offentlige hverv ulønnede
Jersey regeres af "The assembly of the States" med 54 folkevalgte medlemmer (der er ingen partier) og the Bailiff som præsident, udnævnt af dronningen. Medlemmerne er ulønnede. Det er det lokale politi også - en slags sognefogedordning - som fungerer godt. Heliger har et lille korps af flinke og venlige Bobbyer. Forbrydelser er få og sjældne.

Naturligvis sværmer millionærerne om Jersey, men de får ikke uden videre adgang. Først må de garantere en indtægt på 1/2 million om året og opfylde en række andre betingelser. Knapheden på byggemoden jord lægger også grænser for tilstrømningen. Fremmedarbejdere er derimod altid velkomne.

Levefoden stiger stadig. Man malker turister og lokker dem til indkøbsorgier, selv om alt ikke er lige billigt. Man malker også de fede Jerseykøer og sælger prægtige frimærker. Men først og fremmest er det kapitalmarkedet, der vejer til, skønt man her har restriktioner mod storfinancielle interesser.

På denne baggrund af uafhængighed, frihed for offentlig udbytning af et land, hvor man beholder udbyttet af sin indsats og føler sig som et frit menneske uden stress, finder vi et lilleputsamfund , der nærmer sig det ideelle.

Gratis TV til 42.000 hjem
Jersey har eget pengesystem, der følger pundet, men i øvrigt er uafhængigt af britiske finanser, eget postvæsen, der giver kæmpe overskud, eget flyvevæsen, der løber smukt rundt.

Imponerende er også Jerseys eget TV. Kanaløerne skabte i 1962 deres eget kommercielle Televisionsselskab, der i nært samarbejde med det engelske sender 12 timer i døgnet, foruden undervisning, heraf 4-5 timer med lokalt stof. øens egne indbyggere købte aktier for 150.000 pund, hvoraf den lokale avis tegnede sig for 30% og Guernsey-avisen for 20%.

Men, siger generaldirektør Kenneth Killip i Statsborgerskab Helier, vi betaler kun 15% i udbytte, hvad der naturligvis er for lidt i forhold til 1962-kapitalværdien. Vi driver imidlertid også andre forretninger. F.eks. udlån af Tv-apparater og reklamevirksomhed, så vi håber at nå et bedre regnskabsresultat. Vi køber programmer i London for ca. 40.000 pund årligt, men det er i virkeligheden kun en fjerdedel af den egentlige kostpris. Vi har 340 aktionærer og 64 ansatte i alt til samtlige aktiviteter. Det er en meget flittig og interesseret stab, vi arbejder med.

Reklamer, der ikke bryder ind i programmerne, omfatter seks minutter for hver sendetime. 42.000 hjem modtager vort program, der aflyttes tæt. BBC kan også modtages på øerne, men ses kun af nogle få procent.

Gratis for seerne
Udsendelserne koster ikke kanaløernes seere en øre. Alt finansieres kommercielt. En sammenligning med dansk TV er vanskelig, fordi vi her kører tre radioprogrammer, medens man ikke på Channal Islands har egen radio. Skønsmæssigt er de samlede Jerseyudgifter imidlertid kun en ethundredeoghalvtredsindstyvendedel af de tilsvarende danske Tv-udgifter og arbejdet udføres af et antal mennesker, der er tredive gange mindre. Bortset fra, at vi i Danmark også har en provinstjeneste, er det i øvrigt uden betydning, om man sender til en million seere eller til 42.000. Til gengæld sender Jersey langt flere Tv-timer end Danmark.

Jørgen Max Jørgensen

It took so long thereon,
For me to get over you,
Every night, i sat and cried,
But now hope's come shining through.

Chorus
And now I've erased you from my future,
And I've put you in my past,
I hope the next girl don't fall for you,
Cause i know that it wont last.

I've moved on,
And though it's so hard to forget,
Now I think I'm ready,
To put my heart on up for let.

Verse 2
I found out young,
But now I'm learning from my mistakes,
And the pain just fades away,
With every breath i take.

But I'll hope and I'll pray,
That the next that comes along,
When he says that he loves me,
His feelings wont be wrong.

Chorus
And now I've erased you from my future,
And i've put you in my past,
I hope the next don't girl fall for you,
Cause i know that it wont last.

I've moved on,
And though it's so hard to forget,
Now I think I'm ready,
To put my heart on up for let.

Bridge
But that don't mean that i don't find it hard,
Every time someone gets close I just put up my guard
And I'm, just trying to leave your memory behind,
And I'm gonna find someone that is worthy of my time.

Chorus
And now I've erased you from my future,
And I've put you in my past,
I hope the next don't girl fall for you,
Cause i know that it wont last.

I've moved on,
And though it's so hard to forget,
Now I think I'm ready,
To put my heart on up for let.

There was something I wanted to add on here.....
Oh ya, about yesterday...I got more songs!!! "Welcome To Machine" by Pink Floyd, and "The Trial" by Pink Floyd. Sure, it's Floyd, so it's awesome. I never heard "The Trial" before, but it was long, and I figured, heck, why not. It's really good, actually...One of the best Pink Floyd songs I have. I'm listening to it right now actually. :D It's just that good.

I am a retard. But in a good way.
I told yesterday. :D I told Scott that I loved him. Of course I didn't say it, but I said it all the same (smileys are wonderful :P). But ya, it was a really awkward conversation. At least for me it was. Probably really awkward for him to, but he didn't write that part all that much. And I'm not going to write what he said, because it's not important. Okay, its important to me, but oh well. You're not me, are you? No, you're not.

Other than that....
Oh ya!
I'm gonna be gone for a whole two weeks.....At my Aunt's house. I have to baby-sit my cousin for the first week, and then the second week is whatever-week. :P I hope she has internet....Or at least a neighbor has wireless I can smooch off of. Because, two weeks without internet? I will DIE. Especially when my social life is tied to it right now. I mean, my WHOLE social life is on the internet. I haven't talked to Christina in any other way than the internet since I spent the night at her house after graduation. So ya, all tied up in the Internet. Sad how that is, but its 100% true. I talk to my mom and dad, and that's it. I haven't talked to anyone on the phone since the 11th of June, and that was with Kenny, so that SO doesn't count - cuz Kenny is a retard who sounds like a girl and only knows how to talk about sex and such related topics.
So I need internet. And I need to talk to SOMEONE other than my five year old cousin. Because, well, she's not that much of a talker. At least for conversational purposes. Not the last time I knew, anyway. And, so glad I most likely won't be seeing my Grandma all the time. That part was really sucky last year. Because I had to see her everyday and it was questions questions questions (worse than my mom!). I mean, how much do you need to know? Not a whole lot, that's the truth. I don't tell this stuff to people, so why are you asking me all about it?
One time, when she was down here visiting, we were in Bi-Mart, and I was looking at a journal (cuz it had lips and lipstick on it (as the pattern!) and I thought it was awesome) and she came up and whispered-asked me if I was still a virgin! Um, hello!!! You're not allowed to ask me that! You're my Grandma, not my mom. Not important information for you to know! Actually, my mom asked me that not too long ago,in a different way. Because I hadn't started yet for the month (and she always knows when I'm supposed to because she gets headaches when I'm PMSing (weird, yes)). Anyway, she asked me if I had started, I said no. She asked if I was late, and I said, ya, but I didn't mind, I wanted it to wait until summer (I hate having to deal with it at school....it's living hell, in hell). And then she asked me if I had had sex (you're late, so you're pregnant, I guess is the theory). I said no, cuz, well, its true. I asked her when I would have sex, cuz I never leave the house, and when I do it's nowhere where there are boys. She said anytime. Ya, right, some guy and I are gonna go get it on up at the track at lunch. Ya, right. I wouldn't have sex with any of them assholes at school...!!!!
Okay, enough about me and my virginity....We don't need to talk about it any more than we have now.

Actually....I can't believe I just wrote all of that.......Craziness.
What else can I tell you that I don't already know.....Hmmm....Not much actually. At least I don't think there's much to tell.
We'll see, won't we?

This descendant states that in his personal opinion, if anyone were to be haunting Hurst Mansion it would more than likely be Colonel Fielding's wife, Melocky Hurst. He says that it was told through the generations of his family that Mrs. Hurst was very saddened by having to leave her dream home and this is why he believes her spirit may still be there.

I was also told that many of the Hursts buried in this area are children that Colonel Hurst conceived with his slaves. He stated that the descendants of these children attend the family reunions to this day. I had read that he had children with several of his slaves. I can't remember if I read it on Kevin D. McCann's blog or on HurstNation.com, but it was one of those sites.

Anyone with interesting information on the Hurst Family, please email tnhauntings@writersbeacon.com.

Why?

It's not because I think they'd care. My boss hired me with long hair and a scraggly-ass beard. I looked almost homeless on some days. My parents don't care, either. When I got a tattoo last year, their reaction was, "Cool! What is it and where?"

I think I'm hiding it because I like to feel rebellious without actually being rebellious. I like to pretend in my mind that my boss will make me take it out or fire me. I like to pretend my parents will be distressed or upset by it.

I know they won't care. But it's fun to pretend, to get a little bit of that rush that we'd always get when we're TPing someone's house. Even if it is all in my head.

I Was Told There'd Be Cake is a hilarious look at the life of an East Coast twenty-something.  Sloane Crosley unabashedly shares her life stories, however weird or embarrassing, with her readers.  To her, plastic ponies are priceless and the Oregon Trail is a passive-aggressive way of getting back at the people who made her life miserable at some point or another - and she's ok with it.  She coolly relates the problems of being a vegetarian in New York City, a random moral guilt trip resulting in a disastrous volunteer stint at the Museum of Natural History, and that one time she meant to call the police on the construction workers next door but inadvertently called them on her obsessive-compulsive neighbor.  Really, who hasn't?

I think what makes this book so enjoyable is that Crosley never seems like she's exaggerating about the events she's writing about. It seems like an extremely candid look at her life, and I think that's what people like to read about. They want to hear that someone's first job was just as bad as theirs, if not worse. They want to hear about the family and the crazy wedding-obligations. They even want to hear about the potentially life-threatening health scares. Crosley realizes this and doesn't hesitate to deliver. Even her most embarrassing moments are not off limits, and when writing about some of her more serious life epiphanies, she never loses her light-hearted and sarcastic outlook on life and never takes herself too seriously.

Basically I really liked it, even laughed out loud at some parts, and if you like memoir-type books, you will probably enjoy it too. It's funny, hilarious even, especially if you've ever had a crazy boss, a crazy family, crazy friends, or are crazy yourself. All of which apply to me and about 98.7% of the general population, so yeah. It's a good one.

You can read an excerpt of the book here.

Herhjemme koster spillet vejledende 599 kr., og det gør alle andre nye konsolspil generelt også.

Nyprisen for spillet i USA er ca. 300 kroner og i England ca. 400 kr.

Danskernes egen skyld?
Men er det butikkerne, som har skylden for prissætningen i Danmark, eller er det derimod statens eller regeringens skyld? Eller nærmere vores egen? Noget kunne tyde på det sidste.

Regeringens indflydelse på spilpriserne er temmelig begrænset, selv hvis man tager udgangspunkt i en amerikansk butikspris, så er der langt op til 600.- der er den typiske pris for et konsolspil til Playstation 3 eller Xbox 360.

Told og moms
Et spil på DVD pålægges ifølge Post Danmark 3.5 pct. i told og 25 pct i moms, mens et eventuelt gebyr må tilskrives dem, der håndtere fortoldningen og ikke regeringen.

Dertil kommer at:

- En importør ikke betaler amerikansk butikspris og derfor tilsvarende lavere afgift.

- Mange spil laves i EU, men det ændrer ikke på prisen.

- Spilpriserne er ikke faldet med dollar-kursen.

Køber man et spil til 600 kr., vil de 25 pct. af prisen selvfølgelig være moms, men det er altså ikke det, som skubber prisen derop. Realiteten er, at spil er dyre i Danmark fordi vi er villige til at betale prisen.

Samme billede som for spil tegner sig for internationale mærkevare herhjemme, selv LEGO koster overpris i Danmark (cirka 40 pct. mere end amerikanske priser).:

The house is privately owned and I think it may be occupied. Do not trespass on this property.

This two story white house was said to have been occupied by Lucy Black many years ago. Local legend says she was a school teacher who taught children in her home. This was common back years ago. The legend continues to say that she murdered several of her students upstairs and now her ghost haunts the home, occasionally standing in the upstairs window. It has been told to me by someone who lived in the home almost two decades ago that you can hear footsteps upstairs at night and the occasional rattling of chains.

I never really believed the story to be true, but about 13 years ago I saw her ghost in the window above the porch. I just happened to notice her when I was driving past the house. The apparition was there for the next several nights and then I never saw her again. Feel free to drive by and look for her but please do not trespass on the property.

I do not know a lot about the cemetery other than there is an open grave with an exposed coffin which has a hole in it. Local legend says that if you stick anything inside the hole something bad will happen.

I have been told by two people that I know that this is true. One person stuck there hand down in it and they wrecked their car. Coincidence or a spirit's way of asking to be left alone? What do you think?

I'm sorry for the pain i caused.

I'm sorry for the tears i made you cry.

I'm sorry for the lies i told you.

I'm sorry that I'm not perfect for you.

I’m sorry for not being there when I said I would.

I’m sorry for causing so much trouble in this life time.

I’m sorry for always doing the wrong thing.

I'm sorry I'm a failure to you.

but i can't help being me.

I’m sorry i caused you so much misserie.

I'm sorry if i ever loved you or someone.

I am sorry