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my names Mia. i'm a freshman cheerleader for TimberCreek High. And, i LOVE Dane Cook.

Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous, love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other peoples sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. Love does not come to an end.
- 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8

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May 29

struck by a vehicle

Three weeks ago one of my dreams came true.
I finally got to see something I've always wanted to witness live.
I finally saw someone get hit by a car.
Nailed, this guy got hit right in the hip.
That's your center of gravity and that sends you flipping through the air
like Eddie Gordo from Tekken when someone doesn't know
how to do combos and they're just hitting the buttons randomly.

I always just miss it, right?
I'm looking, and then I go to order my twisty cone.
*Collision noise*
Oh what, what happened?!
The guy got hit? No.
I just went to order my twisty cone and I missed it.

This guy gets nailed.. this is the setup.
He's walking down the street and he's doing that whacky speed walk...
he's got the buds in his ears, and I don't know what you're listening to
that makes you do this fucking walk.
Maybe just a tambourine or maracas.
You're just.. *shookashookashookashooka*.
So Johnny Tambourine is walking down the street,
he's got the "not a good time to cross" signal.
As he's going across, I see the car *car noise* coming down the street.
When I see the car coming, I'm like...
"Yesssss finally. don't talk to me. don't talk to me I gotta see this."
*collision noise*

The guy goes flying into the air, his shoes flew off.
When you get hit by a car, sometimes your shoes will fly off.
Sometimes your pants will come off.
But I was not fortunate enough to see the pants portion on this strike.

And before I go any further, here's the best part.
This is how he lands on the other side of the car
which was a dodge by the way,
and I thought that was kind of funny and ironic.
I just -- I got a little humor out of that.
I did try to help this man.
as the car was coming towards him I reached out and I said,
"ohhhhh. ohhhhh."
That's all I could think of to say.
Theres so many things now in retrospect that I would love
I would love to have been like "you're about to get struck by a vehicle!!!"
I did not have time to say "You're about to get struck by a vehicle"
so I went with "ohhhhh!" which is like a concerned moan.

The guy gets tagged okay, the greatest part of the story.
He's in the air flipping around,
this is how he lands on the other side of the car.
He comes down perfectly on his feet and then he jumps in the air
and he starts walking around, embarassed.
He's trying to play it off like he didn't just get hit, by a car.

People around him are like...

--"Oh my god! Oh my god! Are you alright? Are you okay?"
He's like ...
--"I'm fine, I'm fine. Seriously, I'm fine. I'm a little bit hungry.
But uh other than that I'm fi-"
--"No you should really sit down, you're bleeding from the ears."
--"I know, I know that. I do that.
Every couple of weeks I empty the blood out of my own head,
it's tradition in my family. Has anyone seen my shoes?
I kicked them off in a fit of joy.
I love getting struck by vehicles and sometimes
I'll kick my shoes off in a fit of joy.
I'm fine I'm just gonna go over here and puke shards of my own
pelvis into this bush."
*puking noises*

oh man how i love that guyy dane cook<3

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May 29

nothing fight.

Am i the only person here who loves to watch a couple together
that hates each others guts?
That has to be the most entertaining thing when you see two people
that just hate each other ..together,
and look we've all been there everybodys been in that situation
where you will stay with somebody you dont even like them.
Two weeks in and already you like "pshh", no way.
I cant stand this peroson,
I'll hang around for 5 or 6 years then we can end this thing violantly.
I got time. Girls you make the craziest excuses to stay,
your friends will try and get you out of it...
"Why dont you just go? Seriously Jill just go, Jill? He's a jerk off.
Just take your stuff and go."
Your like "I cant just go Kim, its not that simple, my cd's are in his truck
I can't just walk away from 40 or 50 cd's.
Its gonna take 2 or 3 more years of a abuse until I can leave with my cd's."
That couple is the best, they fight over everything.
Every little thing- huge explosion.
And its not even about the thing, its about the fact that they wanna stab
each other in the neck with a steak knife because they hate each other's
existance. They get in what I call "nothing fights."
Fights about absolutely nothing.
Right, you see them waiting in line for the movie theatre.
They hold hands, but its not loving at all. Its like this rigamortis,
romatioid athritis, red rover grip that they got going on.
And everything's an arguement.
"I should probably bring my jacket, I might get cold."
"You bring your freakiing jacket. Ya think. Do ya think?
Yes. What if they're pumpin' AC in there, and then your cold
I have to go out and I miss the previews cause I gotta get your
freakin' jacket. Bring your jacket."
I love nothing fights. The best nothing fight I have ever seen in my life.
I was at the supermarket a few months ago and I'm going down the aisle
and I'm at the Stoffer's Fresh Bread Pizzas,
and I'm deciding do I want four cheese or one cheese.
Cause sometimes, I like a lot of cheese. Sometimes,
I like a dancing pluffera of cheese in my mouth.
And then sometimes, I'm into a more solo cheese adventure.
Just a single, one on one. Me and one cheese.
Then sometimes I want an orgy of cheese on my plate.
So as I'm standing there, contemplating my cheese future,
I hear the nothing fight going on in the next aisle.
I dont know exactly what they are saying, but I hear mumbles and
grumbles.
Ok. I hear the guy going "*grumbles*" and I hear the girl she's like
[girl voice] "*grumbles*care...*more grumbles* care...I dont even care...
*even more grumbles*care.." [guy] "*grumbles*...care.
I dont even care *grumbles again* care..."
I hear the nothing fight. I start getting so excited.
I'm like I gotta go watch this, I gotta go see this.
I'm so excited I leave my cart. You never leave your cart.
God forbid somebody comes into the store and wants exactly that shit.
And they're like "What. Jackpot. This is everything I wanted."
I'm peeking around the Intimate cookies and I'm watching the best nothing
fight that I've ever been a part of.
They're in eachother's face. Ok, and the guy is saying to the girl and
he's doing it like this
"Do we have any jelly in the house? Do we or do we not have jelly.
You said we did last time. I'm looking in the cabinets and I dont see
any gosh dang jelly. I just wanna know if we have any jelly in the house."
And she's egging him on, she's like [girl voice]
"I dont even like jelly. I dont even like jelly. I get hives if I even look at
jelly. Wha--I dont even know about jelly. I've never even--What is jelly.
I dont even care." And he's like
"I dont even give a care about the hives. I want jelly in the freakin' house.
Stat. Pronto. Tonite. I dont give a--I will break your neck and pour
jelly all over your body and pray to the gods of jelly to burn your soul
in a jelly like hell. Now get the jelly!"
I'm so excited, I'm eating the entimens out of the box.
I've opened a box and I am eating.
"I'll pay for it. Relax. I know you're concerned, but I paid."
This is the point during the nothing fight that I like to get involved.
I have to get involved and I have to say something.
Just a little jab, a little poke that will fuel the fire.
And help take it to the next level. As they're going back and forth,
I walk buy them, I lean in, and I go like this,
"hey dude, dude, dude, I know what you mean about the jelly bro.
Tell this twat to get jelly. Now."
[guy] "See, see! Get the jelly-Uh, whats that word again?
What, Twat! Good word. Thanks bro. I didnt ev- I forgot about that word.
GET THE JELLY TWAT! Great word dude, great word. Twat. Yes."

yesss.

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May 7

to write love on her arms.

"The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope." Love is that simple answer to so many of our hardest questions. We often ask God to show up. We pray prayers of rescue. Perhaps God would ask us to be that rescue, to be His body, to move for things that matter. He is not invisible when we come alive. I might be simple but more and more, I believe God works in love, speaks in love, is revealed in our love. We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home. I choose to believe that God makes things new, that He meant hope and healing in the stars. He is always there.

amazingg.

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