XANGA #4

Main News:

Hey y’all. I’m getting on early tonight so I may get off sooner…Is it
just me or did the previous sentence suck? Anyway, today I was taught
the duties of a Circulation Manager in Journalism. I’m basically in
charge of the archiving of all of our previous issues, plus the issues
sent to us by other schools. I also send out issues to other schools in
return for their papers. That may not sound like much but take into
consideration that our paper is currently working on the ninth issue
in the 17th volume. Each volume is about eight issues. Thats alot of
papers to sort out. Plus, my situation was not helped by the fact that
the archives had been left ashamblis…

Other News:

1. My literacy paper(I know, it probably has not been mentioned, that’s
reflective of the amount of work that I have invested in it.): Due (I
think) friday, but I really don’t care. That sounds like all-nighter
work to me…

2. The Football (American) Article: I have an article to write about
the new football (American) coach. I’m kinda afraid to even speak of it
though because of how touchy the subject is amongst football players
and coaches.

3. Wrestling: Oh I just can’t wait!!! The sooner she (the season) comes, the better!!!

4. To Whom Find It Necessary To Behave Like Children While Commenting:
I know where you live. I also could type up a little piece about the
snorting crap you find on the ground and rubbing IC-HOT down there…Oh
yeah, and I can block your ass from commenting. I behave with my
comments you do likewise.

5. Hello Wendy!!: Hey my lil’ pinko buddy! I never realized how many people used this…thingy. Who else is on here?

Song Lyrics:
Cold, Cold Heart By Hank Williams Sr. (The first one)

I try so hard, my dear, to show that youre my every dream

Yet, youre afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme

A memory from your lonesome past, keeps us so far apart

Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart

Another love before my time, made your heart sad and blue

And so my heart is paying now, for things I didnt do

In anger unkind words are said, that makes the teardrops start

Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart

Youll never know how much it hurts to see you set and cry

You know you need and want my love, yet your afraid to try

Why do you run and hide from life, to try it just aint smart

Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart

There was a time when I believed that you belong to me

But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory

The more I learn to care for you the more we drift apart

Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart

Night y’all