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Reunited and it feels SOOOO GOOD!
Posted Jan 28, 2012
It has been ...6... SIX... years YEARS!!! since I have been able to access my Ford_Prefect account. I am now 22 and in college... and oddly enough, I am still in contact with the friends I made on here.
The blue goo setting instantly feels like home to me.
I missed you H2G2! I am so happy to be back 
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A brother, A friend, A son
Posted Apr 22, 2007
All week theres been this cloud
As bright as it was out side
Its never felt darker
It was a cloud of knowledge
Knowledge of the fact that you
have to say good bye
A good bye that shouldnt have been this way
It should have come later
At graduation
As you wave at him as he walks in front of his peers
In a cap and gown
Knowing in
a few moments
youll give him the worlds biggest hug
and squeeze his nose once more
The way you love to do
A few moments
Youll be standing next to his red casket
It was gleaming and sweet
The way his smile always was
Surrounded by the cries of a mother
Who has just lost a son
Cries of a mother that just breaks the heart
and tourtures a soul
Brothers and sisters being embraced
By friends of their brother
Who now lays beneath the shiney red...
Place your hand on the red
Grab your friend standing with you
Through thousands of tears
Cry out
"Good Bye Andy
I love you."
Clutch the hand of the friend with you
And turn your back for the last time.
I miss you Andy.
"I Can Only Imagine"
Written by Kelsey Wyatt
What do you do when someone so young is taken from you? What do you act like when they weren't your best friend, but you still knew them enough to miss them? What can you say to those who loved him in everyway?
Wonderful beautiful imagination says you can reach out to them and make it right. Horrible honest truth says you can't do anything. It seems stupid that all you can say to someone is "I'm sorry", and yet… If given the chance, what would you say more?
Nothing seems right and everything is stupid. What do you feel when you're told they're gone? Is it emptiness or something much like nothing you know? What can you feel for those who knew him best? Something much like sorrow or another labeled guilt?
Nothing is answered and you seem to accept it until the service comes and you sit in a pew among people as sad, or more so than you. Bright reds around you do nothing to cheer, but you've held it together this long. You assume you'll be fine.
Then comes the time they read the announcement printed along side those older who died and a small quiet tear comes to the corner of your eye. But you've accepted it? And you'll be alright?
And you listen to the words by a man you don't know. Holding another's hand as you watch them let go. They play that song – and before it starts, you know… At the sound of the lyrics you realize you're not fine. You begin to cry.
You listen to those around you, sobbing in their grief and you silently cry into your sleeve. The song ends and you stiffen, awaiting what's next. The tears start to slow as up they come to share stories of good times and good health. Until you think you're okay again and the man you don't know stands up and addresses.
Oh Heavenly Father… he goes on to list what has happened to the boy lying up there and you find some comfort and then you find despair. The tears are all gone and you're angry at that man for saying things you believe are wrong.
Until he speaks of what will happen when your boy wakes. He tells you that the eyes will open and his savior will be standing there with open arms, receiving him into Heaven. And by the time he says the words our boy will hear, you've lost it again in a flood of tears.
Any words he says are now lost and after a while another song plays and you laugh through your tears because it's completely absurd. So you sit there in silence until someone asks you to come. And you've composed yourself and form a train.
You stand in a line that's more like a group, not sobbing anymore. But by the time you make it to him – you've lost it again and can barely see – as you leave a slight handprint among so many others in some desperate attempt to say goodbye or cling on to what you can.
Everything is a blur and you move away from him now, hugging everyone you know and some you don't know. Trying to press your sadness into another's, as if by close approximation you can make the grief solid and become close to someone again. When all it does it single you out, and make it the loneliest feeling in the world.
Because there is always one hug you want more than all those you receive, and you're unable to obtain it. So you walk out the door and the sunlight makes your tears stop – you compose yourself again and sit down on the ground to think for a while, before something else makes you stand.
By the time you've decided to leave, another voice is calling you back. It's one you used to be close to, but as of lately has grown away – one you know you'll come back to when they need you. And you're completely okay with yourself, until they hug you. Then you've lost it again; and you're sobbing into their shoulder.
Those words "Please don't ever leave me" make you shake with sadness and once again pressing grief upon another does nothing more but make you the loneliest figure in the world. So you leave, and you try to get it together, by going someplace you know is safe. Too many people surround you – and none of them seem to know.
The only thing you can do is press it into the corners of your life, and try to deal. Because you know that nothing will make it better. There is nothing you can say. There is nothing you can do. All the "I'm sorry"'s in the world will do nothing for you now. You know, that no matter what that boy is gone – and his smiling face won't grace you again.
You want nothing more in that moment of realization than to scream and stomp and curse anything and everything around you for this happening. Because in that moment, you're suddenly realizing that no one ever gets over things like this…
We all just learn to live with it.
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So- yeah...
Andy Lickly was torn away from us last Sunday in a terrible accident.
He was a really great friend. Im sure anyone on here would have LOVED him. He was always smiling. Even when he had his shoulder surgery he was cheery and up beat.
He is going to be sorely missed.
Rest In Peace Andrew Joseph Lickly. August 7th, 1989 - April 15th, 2007.
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What happens when I am up for 24 hrs
Posted Apr 7, 2007
So Stephen Hawkings gives us all these extravagant details about how black holes work- but hes never tapped into the sock black hole.
A while ago Midnight and I came up with a theory that there is a black hole underneath everyones bed but the thing is a new person came up with the fact that it only takes the LEFT sock.
I feel sorry for Pedro...
LOVER MUFFIN
I wonder if there is a muffin black hole?
Lover black hole?
Black hole black hole?
MUFFIN MAN!
If you took two Firengees and put them in a Romulan ship- would they fit through the doors with their big ears? And if so- would they create a black hole that sucks in people with big ears?
Or just socks?
What if you ARNT wearing socks? Can you get sucked into a black hole? or are you doomed to grow big ears? I wonder how they sleep? Or walk in a high wind... CAn you tie a kite string to a Firengees head and fly him like a kite?
Is there a kite black hole?
There HAS to be a rocket hole.
How many rockets do you generally find in the field after launch? Not many!
A rocket and a left sock collide in a black hole under a bed... who would win?
I say the sock. It can wrap its self around the rocket and use its momentum to free its self from the depths of the 'under the bed'ness.
Now that I have your attention
goood weekend everyone
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7 weeks and counting
Posted Apr 5, 2007
I know I dont visit as often as I should
I deserve no birthday presents from this site!
IM SO SORRY!!!
haha
anyway
SO my life right now-
I am now the section leader for ... everything that has to do with saxes
and ERIC MARIENTHAL
WAYNE BURGERON
aaannnddd *you guessed it*
GORDON GOODWIN
are all coming for Jazz Fest 2007!
(P.S. if any of you are interested in coming the tickets are only 10 bucks and I will definatly get you some!)
So thats pretty exciting
in 7 weeks I will be a Sr.
Scary?
Yeah I thought so!
Frasier has recently become my favorite sitcom
and Well lotsa stuff has happened
BUT as it is right now (10 oclock pm) My sitcom is on... so I am going to go veg infront of the tele and ignore all my homework!
DONT WORRY! i WILL be back soon... because I now have a computer :D YAY
cheers
Ford
it feels good to do that again
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After all Ive been through
Posted Jul 7, 2006
Its always nice to come back home.
I blame h2g2 for getting me attached to the internet.
I blame TOM for ******* myspace.
I blame myself for not having a life.
I miss h2g2. I wish I was on here more, but its so hectic!
SO
Up date on my life for those of you DYING to know whats going on with this random person.
Well this summer has been full of men and romantic misunderstanding. Ha... I wish
Right off the bat- the summer hit with a big ... Saturday
It was my friends graduation party... and I lost the urge to type about it because it was hectic- but long story short-
Someone came in and crashed the party. I happen to hate HER and am kinda in love with her ex bf. AH What a pleasantly vicious little circle.
So my friend *the one we had the party for* went to visit her boyfriend... and he dumped her RIGHT there. What an ass
So then "That Saturday" happened... lots of drama... trust me- it was amazingly different than anything I was used to.
Needless to say- after That Saturday- we all became REALLY close friends. The next morning we went out to Pizza Barn and when "Here I Go Again" by Whitesnake came on- Alex said "Wow... we are like the Breakfast club"
So thats what we are known as now... heh
Ive basically been partying sence then.
But Alex was doomed to move to Illinois on the 5th of July.
On the 4th of July- after many weeks of loving memories, Alex, Via, Peggy, Aaron and I all layed on the football field at the school. Right on the 50 yard line. So beautiful. The fireworks were right over us and just so amazing. then...
"OH SHIT"
All of us looked around to find the school had forgotten to turn off the sprinkler system!
We all grabbed our cell phones- fire works- cards and what not- and ran for our dryness.
The next day was the big move. And I dont really want to go into that in depth because the breakfast club is still trying to recover from losing Alex. I miss that boy.
So there you have it! I hope I will be on here more often... heh
Cheers
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