Sitting by an old window,

Watching the yard fill up with snow,

It brings a tear to my eye

Reminder of times gone by.

Snow angels melted too fast,

And with them went my past.

The wind brings memories

Of that town with snow on the trees.

Whatever happened to those years

Those times when I had no fears

Slipping through my outstretched hand

They went faster than I had planned.

The rain brings me back around

To that town with leaves on the ground.

Life had a purpose back then,

Now I just ask “Remember when?”

My days all run together,

The only change I see is the weather.

These elements keep reminding me,

And I start wondering . . .

Whatever happened to those years

Those times when I had no fears

Slipping through my outstretched hand

They went faster than I had planned.

I know its time now to move on,

But I’d still like to wait ‘til dawn.

Just to witness one more sunrise

And streaks of gold across the skies

As the night leaves this place

Wiping the pain from my face

Take a breath of cold winter air

From then on I won’t care

Whatever happened to those years

Those times when I had no fears

Slipping through my outstretched hand

They went by all too fast . . .

--"Winter"

      by 14th Street

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Does anyone have $10 million I can borrow?  

I had a very brilliant (or stupid) idea in Humanities.   While on the verge of sleep, somehow the idea of flying and the idea of paintballing entered my tired brain at the exact same moment.   The result was a very interesting idea: Paintballing at 200 mph and 10,000 feet.   So I decided to sit here at the computer, my source of entertainment whenever I'm bored, and look for airplanes.   Lo and behold, I discover that for the low, low price of $10 million, I can purchase a used Russian Fighter Jet.   If I had $10 million to spend on that, retrofitting it to shoot special paintballs wouldn't require a second thought.   Of course, I'd need two or more to have dogfights with, so I'd need some rich pilot friends to follow my lead.   Anyone up for it?   Think about it, flying at 200+ mph at 10,000 feet, shooting the crap out of your friends with . . . paintballs?   I'd love that.   Of course, I'm sure the thrill of just flying a Mig-29 would be amazing.   I guess I'll just have to keep on dreaming . . .

I'd settle for $5 million to invest in the stock market if anyone's willing. . .

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When I learned to drive, it was on a car with not much power.   Even when we tried, it didn't perform extroardinarily.   The reasoning behind this is obvious, as it is not wise to give teenagers large amounts of money and not expect them to spend it all at once.   I was on my way to a dentist's appointment over lunch today, and happened to pass the drivers ed car from DHS.   Thanks to a nice donation, the Drivers Ed program has a very decent car, a Pontiac Grand Prix.   The base model would be a good car to learn on.   But, the car donated to DHS was definitely not the base model.   Rather, it was the GT model, with a supercharged engine.   For those of you who are not gearheads like me, a supercharger forces air into the engine, greatly increasing the low end power and torque.   I checked Pontiac's website when I got home, curious as to the horsepower of this car.   I wasn't surprised to see that it has 260 HP, but it made me wonder why teenagers would be learning on such a powerful car.   *Gearhead tangent*  If it had been turbocharged I would understand much more, since turbos increase horsepower more at higher RPMs which new drivers won't approach.   But superchargers, on the other hand, are best in the lower RPMs, the engine levels that we normally drive at.   Increasing the horsepower that students are actually using, in my opinion, is not the best idea.   My car is pretty fast and quite powerful, but it only has about 220 HP.   This car has 40 more.   While I would like to take it for a test drive, I really don't feel comfortable driving next to a 15 year old in control of that much power.  

*random tangent* My application for Cornell has officially been submitted.   Once I send out the last letter of recommendation and the financial aid application, I will be officially done.   After that, I'm stuck sitting here biting my fingernails 'til mid-December.   Absolutely spiff-tastic.

College students are stupid.   They say that high school students have an attitude, but I disagree.   Driving home yesterday, I was cut off by one such college student.   If I had hit the brakes half a second later, my bumper would be covered in red paint.   I honked my horn to let him know he'd cut me off, and what do I get?   No response?   That would have been better.   He flicked me off and sped off.   Next time I might purposely wait a slight bit longer.   I have no sympathy for someone like that, and it would have been clearly his fault.   I'm sure in the end, though, he'll get what he deserves.

High school students just have no fear of authority.   The drumline recently purchased a new harness, due to the fact that one of ours went missing at the end of last year.   I personally spent $150 on this, and haven't been nearly paid back enough.   However, not three days after the harness arrives in the mail, what shows up?   The old harness.   A waste of my time and money, and I hate people for it.   I know there's nothing I can do, but it still makes me angry.   If I ever find out who took that harness . . . God help that person.