e. magill - 06/26/00 19:18:48
My URL:http://homepages.go.com/~emagill
My Email:emagill@go.com
PWCA means what to you?: Harvey the rabbit

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Hey, pwca, it's that time of year where people start begging me to do another reunion. So, guess what, I am. Go to my site for details, but you and sister amber lynne (assuming you two are still roomies) are officially invited.

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Well since we were talking about this the other night one the phone I figured I would come and say hello on here officially.(after how long now?) *whew* There, I finally did it !! :) Being at work and *sigh* being bored doesnt help either, but of course t at is not the reason I stopped by *g* Hope to see you in the next week or two and tell Josh and Lil Jake (actually hes not to lil) that I said hello and I will see them soon too. I cant believe its almost April again and I have some good ideas on what to o (from you can only guess who Mrs Creative herself!!) Well, I guess I will let you go and send you an email because I dont want to tell you everything on here :) I love you and talk to you later dear.

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I am at my granny's, checking out her webtv. Its neat but this no mouse stuff is a pain in the ass. It is very very very cold here. I wish it would snow instead of just being nasty. Ah,well...just thought I would say hi. So....HI!

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Nizzawebsite. Dank für das Lassen ich Ihr guestbook unterzeichnen

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Thanx for signing my guestbook. I thought it will only be polite to pay you a visit :) so here i am. Well ,ummm............ahhhh.........ok i'm done with signing so i'm out of here. Drop by my place once in a while. Tata ~wendy~

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Hey cutie. Just thought Id do some looking while I was waiting for 5pm my time to roll around. Gosh gee.. I miss you... come home already hehe.. OH NO! I just realized.. I never mailed your letter... dumb me.. Love Yvonne

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Ok..take me there. I can handle it!! The closet....the clothes....the twin!! My God Man.....just let me know it...all of it...the wierd, the deprived, the sick , the ugly...I can hang...just let me be one with your innermost ...( whatever)...Hehe,,No, tha wasnt a laugh, it is your strange interpretation of a laugh, ..infact, it was a sob...LET ME HELP YOU....LET ME SEE THE ....T W I N.....( I'm there for you man!) Just call!!

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Got your mail( well , actually the message on my guestbook, which at this point qualifies as mail) hehe I do not know who exactly I was signing for when i saw your submission. It was someone who had questions on the sign in page like...." what is your fav green veg". " what is the best thing you ever found in a sofa", " what's your fav. smell", and " what is your fav. household medical instrument" , anyway, stuff like that. YOu wrote a book on each question and it was so @#%#@%$ funny!! What a guy. By the way, view my photo pages late, on enternet explorer or netscape, and they actually LOAD !! hehe

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Hey, for one thing. The sole reason I even linked onto your site is because i was LMAO at a guestbook you signed( and by the way, I picked cotton swabs too) You were insane...so I had to see the man behind the insanity!!Josh is a cutie pie....and you aint too bad either. Give me a man with a sense of humor!! HELL YEAH!! Loved your stuff!!Come see me...if you get bored..

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Cute.. that is u.. as well as the precious little baby... Yvonne

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It is rather silly of me to sign your guestbook so much, don't you think? It isn't as if i have not seen your page before and i must comment on its brilliance nor do i have anything particuarly brilliant to say myself! Sometimes, in your absence, i still eel the need to speak with you and while this is not exactly the act of speaking, it still fulfills the need a bit. I suppose you might wonder, as i often do, that i may depend on you more than i should. I never was one who followed rules very well, so if there were rules for friendship, i would break them as much as possible. (no, not THOSE rules...well maybe those too! *g*) and its not as if our friendship follows a standard pattern. Very far from it, actually, which is probably the reason i (we?) enjoy t so much.

What brings me here today is something rather silly. My uncle visited and thought it would be nice to show me his page. When he left, i sat here in front of my computer, netscape beckoning me to surf to places i should not. No, not *those* kinds of places *s* But places from the past. Well, people. Really stupid people. People who should be wiped from my memory, save the grief they caused. Yet, i still went. Stupid might be a good word for me. Its not *them* that bothers me, really. Its their claim to hap iness. I suppose i am jealous. Not because its not *me* he supposedly loves, but because no one supposedly loves me. Rather a ridiculous statement, i know. It sounds stupid as i read it back to myself. But it is the truth all the same. Not that i think i m not loved. I know that i am and my life could certainly be a lot worse. So why do i babble on?

hmm. Sometimes i wish i was a poet, or maybe a song writer. I could pour out my feelings on paper and be done with them, instead of subjecting you to them. I can never seem to write very eloquently. The poems seem rather sappy to me and for some reason, i always feel that it all must rhyme!!! and whenever i read other people's poetry (read some today...) i never seem to *get* it. I can't understand the feelings that brought on the words. Is that the poet's fault or mine? Probably mine. Music, i understand usic but no one i know writes it. I would write something for you, i think, if i had such a talent. Something to thank you. I know, i do that often. too often? if that's possible. I've always been one to say what i feel, regardless of how silly it might m ke me look. Sometimes, i care so much what you think, i bottle it up and hide it. Even though i *know* in my head and in my heart that no harm would ever come to me in telling you something that is on my mind, i still hide. I do believe it is a behavior t at i learned long ago. Like that beatles song i so love.

hey...you've got to hide your love away!

I am not necessarily speaking of love. Romantic love. Silly crush-like love. Or even friendship love. But simply feelings about whatever is going on in my world. Maybe i will learn to not fear so much someday. It is a burden, to be honest. To fear so much I go on and on about being alone but alone i know. I do fear the day when even alone is not safe for me anymore. The day when i have to chose between hiding in my room and dealing with the realities of life. I do that a little more everyday but certainly not to the extent most people do. Its like when i call you when i am at a party having a good time. I become frightened. Its something i don't understand. You are safe. *They* are not. I am so afraid to open myself to new friendships for fear they will go the way those past have gone. What a silly thing. To be alone forever simply because it is "easier" than being with other people. I'll get over it. I think. I hope. I don't know.

I've just read what i've been writing and gosh, i am such a silly sap. *s* This isn't really a guestbook entry. It is like some cathartic confessional. It would probably be best if you just erased it after reading. I don't think you should let anyone know how crazy this friend of yours is. *g*

Back to the idea of thanking you that i brought up before a babble began. You really do save my sanity sometimes. The other night, i had this awful feeling in my chest. Like a tightening i could not get rid of. Deep breaths. No relief. I laid still, stari g at the ceiling. The pain would not go away. I called you. We talked about nothing spectacular. Your day. my day. something silly (us?? never!) and the pain was gone. I am not proposing that you are some mythic healer that everyone should call in times o crisis. I might go as far as to say you are *my* healer. Not by any fantastic deeds of miracle proportions. But that the simple act of friendship. Simple yet completly amazing. I sometimes wonder what i would do without you. It is not something i enjoy t inking about. Which is probably why your little marriage joke stung like it did. I never did confess that to you, as i should have. (Sometimes I hope upon hope that you will secure the ability to read my mind, so when I am afraid to confess what I am thin ing, you can simply say "it is okay. i understand. you don't have to say it.") It wasn't the joke that bothered me. It was the thoughts that it dredged up that i didn't like. I hate being reminded that someday it will be different. Someday you will have life that does not include me, at least not to the extent that it does now. As we have talked about before, it is the way life works. That doesn't mean i have to like it. However, i could survive without you. But its *because* of you that i could survive Your gift of friendship has helped me grow stronger. That sounds a bit alanis-trite, i suppose, but it is true all the same. *s* I hope to never test this, of course. I hope you are still writing to me at the age of 95, prattling on about how your great- randchildren are as gifted as you were as a child. *giggle*

Okay, I think I am done now. *l* I do feel better. I always feel the need to apologize after I pour my soul out before you like this. I won't this time. I trust that you will tell me if it gets to be too much. *s* So, I will simply thank you for listening and be done with it. Remember how I said that "Good Enough" song makes me think of you? Well, it's this line that says it the best:

I never would have opened up but you seemed so real to me...

You are. I did. Thanks. :)

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WARNING!!!
This message will probably contain extremly boring and overtly sexual messages. Read at your own risk!!

Hi pooka darling! I am in the lab and I am extremly bored so I thought I would share that boredom with you. I am such a good friend like that. Who knows when the heck you will read this but I am going to babble on just the same. Your page makes me laugh e ery time I visit it even though I have read most of it already. How is that licking research going? *l* And dammit, I still think you have a kick ass smile! *g* However, Joshy is much cuter than you are and since you just won't give in, I am going to wait about 20 years and snatch that cutie right up! At least I will still be able to be in the fam. Hmmm...do I really want that?? I might need to put some more thought into that plan. *g*
A little tale:
Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill and speaks to no one.
Joy is the money he buries in the yard and forgets where it is.
He dies and all the neighbors of the world come digging, finding nothing.
But at lease they had their little day dream.
I am listening to my Judybats CD if you couldn't tell.

And remember, kiddies! There is no THE before Judybats!

I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THAT!!!!!!

~poke~

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I hate signing guestbooks, but I do it anyway cuz I know some people get a thrill out of seeing new stuff written down in them. You really gotta ask yourself what the point is, though. I mean, maybe you like to know who was at your site, but usua ly you only want to know how many people were at your site, and a counter accomplishes that task with flying colors (although the geocities counter is ~spasm~ not working right now). Actually, I take it all back; I like seeing who's been to my site, especially after long periods of time when i know that nobody has been there, I like seeing that somebody, preferrably somebody I know and love, has been to my site. So I sign this hoping you'll get that same special warm glow in your hea t when you read over this. Oh, wait, no, that's just indigestion... fricking e-coli. Anyway, just forget everything I've said and take the generic:

"Hey, cool site and everything, man. It's got good margins or something and that's the sign of a good site."

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HI I'M THE LAST DRGON AND I AM NEW TO ALL OF THIS SO ANY HELP IS WELCOME THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME SIGN IN I HOPE I DONT COME ACROSS AS A GEEK BUT I'M REALLY FLY EXCEPT AT COMPUTER SOFTWARE PLEASE E-MAIL; AND HELP ME? PEACE!

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HI I'M THE LAST DRGON AND I AM NEW TO ALL OF THIS SO ANY HELP IS WELCOME THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME SIGN IN I HOPE I DONT COME ACROSS AS A GEEK BUT I'M REALLY FLY EXCEPT AT COMPUTER SOFTWARE PLEASE E-MAIL; AND HELP ME? PEACE!

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Hi pookee! I am in my very boring computer class at the moment. We are learning how to use Eudora! I cannot believe I am paying money for this stupid class!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am just signing your guestbook because I am bored out of my mind! *whimper* I thi k I will go surfing while he babbles on!
~poke~
amber :)

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Awesome page! Thanks for visiting mine, even if it was out of sympathy. I really need to do something else to it, because I know how lame it is. I do not really know how, though, and there is no one around to teach me. I am kinda teaching myself, but i takes a lot of time, which I don't have. Well, just keep visiting and hopefully it will get better.

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Keep in touch Glenn.

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Hi Glen

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Hi Glenn! A very nice page, great pictures. Now I finally know what a fairy looks like! Stay that way!

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well, Geoshities is actually going to let me sign your guestbook today...the sky might just fall!! you ever not go to class for a day or two and then go back, realize you have a quiz and then flunk that there quiz? no? well, i did! *g* but, thanks to the ovely "drop your worst quiz" program, it is not going to effect my grade one bit! you know, when my luck runs out, i bet it will RUN OUT!! oh well, i will ride the wave while i can. As you have probably already guessed, i have nothing interesting to say.. still, i babble on! it is so nice to go to a page and get a lovely message that the midi cannot be started! makes my morning! why is it that the computers in school labs can never play midi? i mean, they could have the volume on reeeeaaaal soft so it woul n't bother anyone! how am i supposed to hear your midi??? certainly not on my shitty computer! *sigh* now i am sad! shall i speak with .....dotz... and...lotz....of....z's...? naw, i wouldn't want people to talk! hey, you know what? my enteries into your guestbook are never as funny or as interesting as you enteries in mine! you should teach a "creative guestbook signing" class! that is something that many of us guestbook challenged net users need! an expert to guide us through the internet jungle that is the guestbook! i would pay for it....well, not really...i might barter for it but i can't think of anything that i have that you want! *hehehe* hmm...i think i have babble on enough! oh wait! there is one more thing i must do!