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Scott Robichaud
11.24.02
Added to the Written section is a lovely poem about yours truely entitled "Ode to Scott" by Zizilebeth Vier.
11.21.02
Ah yes, a new month and October 2002 gets sent to the archives.
Things have been just crazy recently. The first half of this week I went up to Lansing for training. As some of you might know, after graduating from UofM-Dearborn in December with my B.S.E.E., I'm going to work for Habitat for Humanity for ten months in Detroit as a "Construction Coordinator". The program is sponsored by government money through the Americorps.
Speaking of Habitat, the pictures in the gallery from when I went down last year are back in working order.
LizzieB (10:52:58 PM): i have lost it
LizzieB (10:53:02 PM): really i have
LizzieB (10:53:12 PM): but, in a sense, havn't we all lost it?
LizzieB (10:53:23 PM): but therein lies the great question
LizzieB (10:53:34 PM): what is the "it" that we have all lost?
LizzieB (10:53:39 PM): i mean, seriously
LizzieB (10:53:50 PM): everyone at some point has to have lost something
LizzieB (11:01:46 PM): be it a marble, or a cookie, or a blimp, or a monkey, or an umbrella, or a pair of suspenders, or a pair of glasses, or sanity, or a ring, or hands and feet, or heads, or a bottle, or a paper airplane, or homework, or a movie, or a little brother, or some radioactive plasma substance, or a remote control, or an enemy, or some hyaline cartilage, or a flux capacitor, or a bus, or a tree, or some money, or whatever, i suppose there is a great numbers things that a person could lose
LizzieB (11:01:55 PM): anyways, you get the ponit
LizzieB (11:01:58 PM): *point
LizzieB (11:02:19 PM): but yeah
LizzieB (11:09:10 PM): so when someone asks you if you have lost it, i suppose the question is completely invalid unless they mention a specific thing that you would possibly lose
Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee (Luke 1:28)
Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy woumb, Jesus. (Luke 1:42)
Holy Mary, Mother of God, Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.
