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I am seriously going to create a new account here. I hate my username and just want a fresh start. If you want to be added again, that's fine. Leave a comment. If you don't, that's fine. I really don't care.

Peace & LOVE....

kat

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 Name: Mechitza

(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random -the first article is your name)

Album Title: In the Opposite Direction

(http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 last 4 words of last quote on page...)

Album Cover: 

http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/ third pic is album cover. 





I am going to the midnight screening of The Dark Knight tonight.  I am quite excited, though obviously bored at the moment.

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This is my famed compilation of Beatles songs that almost make sense to a non-Beatlemaniac.




Is there anybody going to listen to my story all about a day in the life of the news today?
Once there was a way to get back homeward, when I was younger, so much younger than today. I was alone, I took a ride, i didn't know what I would find there. Another road, where maybe I could find another kind of mind. Some kind of innocence is measured out in years. Whatever happened to the life that we once knew? Always made me feel so free. Free as a bird, it's the next best thing to be. Get back to where you once belonged. Floating down the stream of time from life to life with nme, it makes no difference where you are or where you'd like to be. Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see. It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out. I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. Everyone you see is half asleep; you're on your own, you're in the street. Well you can imitate anyone you know. Do what you want to do and go where you're going to. It doesn't matter if I'm wrong. I'm right where I belong.

Life is very short and there's no time for fussing and fighting, my friend. See the people standing there, who disagree and never win and wonder why they don't get in my door. For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see.

I'm taking my time for a number of things that weren't important yesterday. We were talking about the love we all could share. See that you're really only very small, and life flows oin within you and without you. You think you know, but you haven't got a clue. Pools of sorrow, waves of joy, are drifting through my open mind, possessing and carressing me. Half of what I say is meaningless, but I say it just to reach you. When I cannot sing my heart, I can only speak my mind. i want to tell you. My head is filled with things to say. Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup. Carve your number on my wall and maybe you will get a call from me. Remember I'll always be true.
And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

No one, I think, is in my tree. I mean, it must be high or low. In my mind there's no sorrow. Nothing's gonna change my world. Dig it! (yeah, yeah, yeah!)



I'm actually kinda proud of it.

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I will never forget the firsttime I heard this song for these reasons:
1. It is SOOOOOOOOOOOOO cheesy.
2. I am surprised Paul would have anything to do with it.

Anyways, a very...unique....video of it is under the cut...

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I don't know. I'm considering starting a new journal but keeping this one so I can look back and read it later.

If you would still like to be one of my friends if i decide to, then comment here.

I just kind of want a fresh start.

Toodle-oo. 

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This song really makes me cry every time I hear it.


This was at Madison Square Garden.

Goodbye....

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It is the perfect day
Perfect as allowed
Comes the sun up high to play
Just to live I'm proud

There is the loom of a bird as he weaves
Patterns in the sky above our eaves, 
The sun is high, the shadows low, 
The wind begins to blow

It's still warm outside
The sun begins to set
Darkness falls and shadows reside
The moon and sky have met

The sun is up, a brand new day
The ancient Earth is wasting away
Memory lives of the perfect day
Still the sun has found its way

The sun goes down, the moon comes out
Night is finally calling
Light is away, the darkness pouts, 
It hears its friend is calling

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Paul interview by Dusty Springfield on Ready Steady Go 
Paul looks SO cute! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19R-oFZa9to
John interview on Ready Steady Go About In His Own Write
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7HDXtXTB0A 
John is hilarious. 
John, George, and Ringo with Helen Shapiro
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzhaW9KpPVc
Very funny- especially George.
More videos from Ready Steady Go
http://youtube.com/results?search=ready+steady+go+beatles&search_type=search_videos&search=Search

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This is for the back cover:
You may think that it's pretty unusual to be sitting on the bleachers, minding your own business when suddenly, you gasp. A pair of shoes is flying towards you. Well, in my life, it is the usual. 
Here are some of the stories for the body of the book.
The Planetarium Affair
      It was around March when  we  started learning about space in Mrs. Pate's science class. Mrs. Pate asked the class if anyone had ever been to a planetarium before. 
      None of us had. She then asked if anyone knew what a planetarium was. Several hands shot up. Mrs. Pate called on Cameron, the teacher's pet. 
      "Isn't that where they keep the butterflies?", Cameron asked, although we all knew that it sounded more like a statement than a question. 
       The whole class burst out in laughter, except for the teacher. She then told us that a planetarium was a place where you could go and get a better look at the night sky than at home. 
The Apocolyspe???
      On June 1, 2006, many people were on their guard because the date spelled, or rather, numbered 6-6-6. Many rumors spread that this date could be Armageddon, or at least a clever day for a terrorist attack. 
     However, this is not why we thought the end of the world had arrived. 
     Mrs. Baker's class saw it happen. We couldn't believe their stories. It couldn't be true. Could it? 
     According to Mrs.Baker's class, Mrs. Pate actually smiled. We had assumed that maybe it was a medical problem. Probably, she was simply incapable of smiling, or at least emotionally challenged. 
    As Austin and I, plus all the other folks from band, walked back from band class, I discovered this event. 
    "It's the apocolypse! The world is coming to an end!!", Austin exclaimed. 
    "What happened, did Mrs. Pate smile?", I asked jokingly, never even suspecting that this was the case. 
    "How'd you know?"
    I gasped. How did this happen?
    We noticed Sarah and told her thatthe world was ending. She, too, asked if Mrs. Pate had smiled. And, so, that is how our world in sixth grade came to an end. 

There will be a better, longer, higher-quality story later called, "Missing the Bus". It is too big to type here right now.

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I've been in Denver, Colarodo all week. I really missed the south. If you go into a resteraunt and order tea, it tastes awful! I really don't know why it is, but you folks in the North all seem to think that tea should taste bitter like coffee. Also, I missed being able to order grits. In places they did have grits, they were fixed all weird with sugar and stuff like that. FYI: Grits should be eaten with salt and/or butter. That's how they were originally fixed, and how it should be. Other than food, I got tired of seeing all these gigantic buildings and having noise walls everywhere.
Oh, and you know how all those people come on TV and say, "I'm from Boulder, Colarodo."? We went there. It wasn't really anything much. It did have the biggest vinyl store ever, though. I got three albums we didn't have. can you believe that some of those records were brand-new, never played, and still in the original wrapping? I was amazed.
I picked back up work on my autobiographical book about my sixth grade year. It's called, "Of Flying Shoes and Funky Smells". I want to put an excerpt from it here so I'll know what I need to improve.
Oh, and I almost forgot! I got this book on the Beatles from a bookstore that reads kind of like a textbook, but gives extremely detailed, very accurate descriptions of all of their rcording session and live performances. It also has an appendix at the back telling all sorts of things
like where and when their radio and TV appearances were, a discography, and an attempt to catologue all the songs they played. When I say attempt, I mean that no one's really sure of all they played, pre-1962. The book is called "The Complete Beatles Chronicle". I recomend it.

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 I saw it on i_feelfine's journal and decided to try it. Go to Musicmatch or WindowsMedia or Real player and put the songs  on shuffle then answer these questions in the order that the songs come. Pass it on .