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Name: becka
Location: California, United States
Birthday: 4/5/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: reading (duh) playing basketball, acting like i love everyboda, dancing, and otha things i can't 'member now
Expertise: who knows? oh I KNO... gigglin like crazy/ACTIN REALLY SILLY ETC
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  litocrazzgiggles
Member Since:
11/15/2003
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| Everybody in the library is looking on with amusement at the workers on top of the glass roof and making a hell of a racket. They're even more legit (at least to me) because they all have bungees on and are attached to a wire cable as they walk around the roof.
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| Scully's no longer here and I feel like an emo person, almost lost. Who am I going to go to the dog park at Mountain Lake Park with? Who's going to walk with me when I go to Baker Beach? Who's going to shake their whole body with joy when we see each other and come prancing out to see me?
I know that I need to let go and remember what I loved about him, remember the good times, the funny times. Somehow though, I can't stop crying my eyes out, knowing that he's gone. I feel like I need proof that he's gone. I don't know how I'm going to react when I go home and he's not there wagging his tail and going between my legs, wanting his butt to be rubbed. And I can't believe that I never got a chance to say goodbye.
My family and I always knew that his time was short. After all, we're talking about a dog with a weak heart and a genetic disorder, meaning that after he was a couple months old, he'd have periods, where he'd be super sick. But, he was always a sweetie and a pretty boy.
So, I guess right now, here's my goodbye and see you later, Scully. I loved you, little guy. I hope that you're having a better life now, getting all the cheese and meat scraps and running free wherever. Thanks for being there for me. Thanks for being there for my family. You brought so much joy into our lives from the time that we saw your liter and fell in love with you and your siblings and begged Mom to let us have a puppy. You were the one that was a sweetie and crawled into Alanna's lap and we decided that you'd be our puppy. And then the first day that we got you, we took you over to Alameda and you didn't get along with Buddy. But, everyone thought that you were such a cutie. And before we stopped at Mei Mei's house, we went to Oakland Chinatown and I stayed in the car with you. And you started barking and crying and I kept trying to reassure you and eventually you calmed down.
And then that night when we were just playing tug-a-war with you. You were so adorable and so much fun and so funny. And how when you were a baby, you would always pick on Ian, trying to figure out your rank in the household. And how hard it was to get you to sit still just to take your picture and then walking you was always so much fun. You would always pull on the leash, but after a while you got better. And then when we finally started walking to the beach, to the dog park, life was so much fun. You'd chase after other dogs, but you wouldn't go all the way into the water and you'd get so dirty that it was always bath time after beach time. Scully, I love you and want to say thanks for being such a big part of my life.
See you later, Scullawull, Scullencio, Prince Charming, Princess, Scully of Stevens-Orth
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| It's a small world after all. It's a small world after all.... Such an annoying song at times, but somehow, ridiculously true. As I've been sailing more and more and meeting more and more people, I realize how similar the sailing community is to the Asian basketball community. Usually, everyone knows almost everyone else or knows who everybody is. There's that distinct dressing style of both communities, Asian league - it's all about the shoes and for sailing especially for high school and college guys, there's that graphic t-shirt, funky sunglasses or east coast prep almost. Both communities have their cliques, etc... Anyways, time to sleep. snooz | | |
| Lately, I've been running out of control, doing work way too late at night and sometimes not even doing work and then BSing my way through class, going to bed at even later hours than normal, essentially taking procrastination to a new level. Baggy eyes, smeared eyeliner, i'm now a racoon. lovely I feel like I'm trying to punish myself or someone and it's been this way for a couple of months. What the hay is going on with me? time to return to that dratted essay! | | |
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