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Name: Kari
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Birthday: 10/7/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Obsessing about things, Yu-Gi-Oh, reading, writing, swimming, tai chi, volleyball, listening to music (Coldplay, No Doubt, Enya, Staind, Nickelback, Kelly Clarkson, Christina Aguilera, Three Days Grace, Vienna Teng), playing games (Gunbound), anime, manga, LAW, knitting, chatting
Expertise: Listening, talking, making friends and poking people =P
Occupation: Student
Industry: Legal
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AIM:  MiNdFaZiNgRaIn
Member Since:
8/14/2002
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| Sometimes, I ask myself where I see myself in 5, 10, 15 years and it seems pretty clear to me. But lately, it is hard to figure out what I really want in life. When I was younger, I had a set number of goals. I had my life planned out. Yet, things never work out the way you want them to. Dreams fade away and disappear. There is a dark void left when the dreams dissipate.
I feel aimless at times. I thought I knew exactly what I wanted. But maybe I don't really know. Do I have that determination and drive that I had when I was younger? It is hard to pinpoint when I became so tired and exhausted. I just want to find where I belong and stay there. Without something material I can grasp, I get stressed out. It's as though a part of me died. I'm not the same person that I used to be; the person that could fulfill all of my dreams regardless of the obstacles I faced. I miss myself.
"Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, oh, oh
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, yeah, yea
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| "We Might As Well Be Strangers" by Keane
I don't know your face no more
Or feel your touch that I adore
I don't know your face no more
It's just a place I'm looking for
We might as well be strangers in another town
We might as well be living in a different world
We might as well
We might as well
We might as well
I don't know your thoughts these days
We're strangers in an empty space
I don't understand your heart
It's easier to be apart
We might as well be strangers in another town
We might as well be living in a another time
We might as well
We might as well
We might as well be strangers
Be strangers
For all I know of you now
For all I know of you now
For all I know of you now
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| I want. I am. I need. I think. I do. I will be.
Everything feels like it starts with "I" lately. There are so many uncertain variables right now. I need stability, certainty, and organization in life. It is hard for me to become more adaptable. I worry almost everyday. On the days I worry, it is hard for me to fall asleep. When I don't think at all, I can fall asleep easily.
The stress is causing me to break out. I think I've also put on weight because of it. Who knew things were so much easier when we were younger?
I need to make new resolutions again. I did fulfill some of the items on my Summer To Do List. =X
Fall To Do List
1. Put together Recommendation packets. -Still looking for old papers.
2. Ask professors to write recommendations.
3. Write personal statement.
4. Revise personal statement.
5. Fill out law school applications.
6. Update resume.
7. Work out regularly.
8. Eat healthier.
9. Get an A in every class.
10. Change to a double major.
11. Sell $2000 worth of stuff by the Spring semester. Sold $304.19.
12. Stop buying as many things.
13. Find a job if I do badly on the LSAT.
14. Clean room and closet.
15. Send transcript to LSAC.
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| Sometimes, I don't know what we're doing.
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| I was reading some poems that I wrote a long time ago. They're emo and sad at the same time. <.<
"Heartache"
Forever running away from this sadness,
Just barely out of its grasp.
Love makes my heart ache.
Save me please.
Protect me please.
Love me please...
"Hate"
Some things are teaching me how to hate.
This anger and sadness does not abate.
It only grows and worsens with time.
Until all of your hate becomes mine.
"Hurt"
I wish on a shooting star,
that tears would soothe my wounded heart.
But no matter how the distance grows so far,
I always go back to the start.
Wordless screams from my mouth,
trapped in a vacuum in an empty world.
Spiraling in and out of consciousness;
all the lies make me want to hurl.
Forgotten dreams, hidden desires,
spout forth from a fountain of hope.
Unveiled, looking into a mirror,
I see myself standing alone, just trying to cope.
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