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Name: Weston
Location: Gainesville, Florida, United States
Birthday: 1/14/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Amber, photography, video games
Expertise: basketball, making beats, rapping, drawing, being funny, making girls fall madly in love with me, keeping my girlfriend happy, making her miss me and love me... I'm pretty much an expert at everything :-D u just gotta remind me sometimes
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  westonISking
Member Since:
2/27/2005
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| I am the shit the rest of the world isnt ........fuck you guys | | |
| I am no one's doll and just in case anyone ever gets to thinking that here's a big FUCK YOU and wait.......FUCK U AGAIN i do what the FUCK i want to do when the FUCK i want to do it | | |
|  I love you baby.... | | |
| Spring is anounced when the wild plants break out in a dance
Summer comes and in its fields are patterns of grass set out to dry
The autumn moon rises and we celebrate its fullness
Winter passes by .... I count off the days and months again.
I can still see the too distant blue sky when I close my eyes. It was so warm..
As I reminice, I take your hand as I pluck flowers and sing... there is no clue
within the memories that are now coming back to me,
I'm setting out to find my way back to you.
Spring is anounced when the moutain leaves break out in a dance
Summer comes: canvas plains, grass patterns set out to dry
The autumn moon rises. We celebrate its fullness
Winter passes by and I count off the days and months again.
Dawn comes and we part our ways ... my dreams becoming distant apparitions.
I turn to the warm wind for help; the wind I felt everytime you held me....
as I was bathed in the light that followed on your heels.
8-17-2005, 11pm | | |
| You know you're from Oklahoma when....
You say ya'll ... many times a day.
Bedlam is a BIG deal.
You can tell when it's tornado weather.
When you drive through a neighborhood anyone out walking will smile and wave at you.
You've worn flip flops in the winter
You have stopped to let a family of deer cross the road.
You thought the twister ride at Universal Studios wasn't windy enough.
You know who your neighbors are, how many children they have, and when one of them gets married or graduates.
There are at least 2 to 3 Sonics, McDonalds, and Little Ceasars in your town
You've been off roading - many times
You or someone you know was born, raised and still lives in the same town.
You know that Miami, Oklahoma and Miami, Florida are pronounced two different ways.
You plan events around football games.
You are a Cowboy or Sooners fan.
You learned how to do country and western dances at school.
A tornado warning siren is your signal to go out in the yard and look for a funnel.
You can properly pronounce Eufaula, Gotebo, Okemah and Chickasha.
You can remember the name of the last state legislator to introduce a bill involving castration, and he didn't mean farm animals.
You know exactly what calf fries are, and eat them anyway.
You think that people who complain about the wind in other states are sissies.
It doesn't bother you to use an airport named for a man who died in an airplane crash.
You have owned at least one belt buckle bigger than your fist.
A bad traffic jam involves two cars staring each other down at a four-way stop, each determined to be the most polite and let the other go first.
It doesn't seem odd to see the term "chicken fried chicken" on a menu.
You save all your life for your dream vacation, and use it to go to the OU/Texas game.
It doesn't seem peculiar if your sweetie says "I'm going in to town for something" even though you live in town.
You don't turn on the news until 20 minutes past the hour, because that's the only thing you care about anyway.
Your quarterback is hurt and it is the top story on the six o'clock news.
You keep track of the grain and hog futures on the radio.
You don't buy all your vegetables at the grocery store.
You go to the State Fair for your only vacation.
You get up at 5:30 A.M. and go to the coffee shop, where the waitress never asks what you would like. She already knows.
You are on a first name basis with the county sheriff.
You know what the "Sea of Red and White" is.
You think that using the elevator involves a corn truck.
You can drive 80 mph on a two-lane dirt road with one hand, but driving 45 mph on a four-lane expressway in a city scares you to death.
You use manure on your grass instead of Weed and Feed.
Your nearest neighbor is in the next zip code.
You know the difference between fee corn and sweet corn... while it's still on the stalk.
You wear cowboy boots to church.
You know that everything goes better with Ranch.
You learned how to shoot a gun before you learned how to multiply.
"You wanna Coke?" "Yeah." "What kind?" "Dr. Pepper."
You know what "Orange Power" and "Crimson & Cream" means.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Oklahoma.
| You Know You're Addicted to Video Games When... |
Your wife tells you that you are, and you two kids; Mario, and Sonic; agree with her.
Whenever something bad happens you reach for the pause button.
You can microwave and eat a pizza pop using only your feet.
You've spent so much time playing Tony Hawk Pro Skater 4 -- you actually taught youself how to skateboard.
You've worn out the buttons in the elevator of your apartment.
The only joystick you play with anymore is plugged in to your Xbox.
You've decided you won't go outside anymore due to the 'tacky graphics, poor sound and low playability.'
You've moved your PS2 into the bathroom -- just in case you make it to the next level on Vice City.
Your hands are so gnarled from gripping the controller, you can't even tie your shoes.
You ask your doctor how many lives you have left.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to video games.
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| sharp like an edge of a samurai sword
the mental blade cut through flesh and bone
though my mind's at peace, the world out of order
missing the inner heat, life gets colder
oh yes, I have to find my path
no less, walk on earth, water, and fire
the elements compose a magnum opus
my modus is operandi is amalgam
steel packed tight in microchip
on my arm a sign of all-pro
the ultimate reward is honor, not awards
at odds with the times in wars with no lords
a freelancer,
a battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry
wonder why a lone wolf don't run with a klan
only trust your instincts and be one with the plan
some days, some nights
some live, some die
in the way of the samurai
some fight, some bleed
sun up to sun down
the sons of a battlecry
some days, some nights
some live, some die
in the way of the samurai
some fight, some bleed
sun up to sun down
the sons of a battlecry
look, just the air around him
an aura surrounding the heir apparent
he might be a peasant but shine like grand royalty
he to the people and land, loyalty
we witness above all to hear this,
sea sickness in the ocean of wickedness
set sail to the sun set no second guessing
far east style with the spirit of wild west
the "quote-unquote" code stands the test of
time for the chosen ones to find the best of
noble minds that ever graced the face of
a hemisphere with no fear, fly over
the blue yonder where
the sky meets the sea
and eye meets no eye
and boy meets world
and became a man to serve the world
to save the day, the night, and the girl too |