From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #222 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Saturday, September 26 1998 Volume 01 : Number 222 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: *poor me* [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Charlie, Cobby & The GoA)] ET: Oh my gosh a poem! [beccahusky1@juno.com (Kristin A Maynard)] Re: ET: survey thingie [ICURMINE@aol.com] ET: Universal Rx ["a poet on 'Bleeker Street'" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 25 Sep 1998 15:33:07 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Charlie, Cobby & The GoA) Subject: ET: *poor me* Angels, *sniff* I'M SAD! I miss everyone SO much. SO SO SO much. And there are certain people I haven't yet heard from. Anyone willing to offer help? Love Sam the ? angel in almost-tears moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 25 Sep 1998 18:29:04 -0400 From: beccahusky1@juno.com (Kristin A Maynard) Subject: ET: Oh my gosh a poem! Hello all, I got inspired to write this a couple weekes agao and now I finally have the guts to share it. As always comments are appreciated. :) w/b Love Always, ~Kristin~ "The big moments are going to come, you can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are." Whistler Buffy the Vampire Slayer Tonight you said the words that I never wanted to hear "I don't want to see you anymore." You said maybe we could be friends but you asked me not to love you anymore, you asked me to forget you But I can't you see, cause you're a part of me I can never forget how your lips feel on mine Or how it feels to hold your hand Or to hug you I can never forget how your voice sounds When you tell me you love me How can you ask me to do that? You know how I feel about you I don't want us to end I wish I could change how you feel But I can't So you can ask me to not love you You can ask me to not call you You can ask me not to see you But please, don't ask me to forget you ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 25 Sep 1998 21:06:43 EDT From: ICURMINE@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: survey thingie FULL NAME: Timothy Mikeal LaGrange LOCATION: Davenport, Iowa AGE: 26 BIRTHDAY: 1/24/1972 SIGN: Aquarius HAIR COLOR: brown EYE COLOR: green HEIGHT: 6' 2? WHAT SPORT(S) DO YOU PLAY?: ummmm.... PETS: 1 cat named Kitty FAVORITE COLOR(s): blue, green MOVIE(s): MIB, Armagedon, any special effects flicks... and hopefully Rush Hour after i see it FAV TYPE OF MUSIC: Rock, Folk, Pop... most types, really... NIGHT TIME SOAP OPERA(s): ER??? AMUSEMENT PARK(s): Six Flags St Louis... Mr Freeze Kicks Ass!!!! STORE : i dont shop if i dont have money, and whoever has money??? PERFUME & COLOGNE: Michael Jordan CARTOON(s): The Simpsons, South Park FLOWER: Lilacs DO YOU PREFER... HERSHEY'S SYRUP OR NESTLE QUIK? ooooooh! the things you can do with a bottle of Hershey's Syrup.... SILVER OR GOLD? silver PEN OR PENCIL? Pens with the fine point THE BEACH OR A SWIMMING POOL? pool... if its in my house, otherwise the beach i guess CDS OR RADIO? CDs... radio sux WHAT PHYSICAL TRAITS DO YOU NOTICE FIRST IN THE OPPOSITE SEX: some guys are breast men, or leg men... i most definately am a stomach man, a good set of abs will get me droolin everytime! WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN THE OPPOSITE SEX: First and foremost... a pulse... Amen to that one Jamie, after that a personality that includes a good sense of humor, Lord knows how i need to laugh a lot... if it wasnt for my sense of humor i would probably cry all the time WHO SHOULD MAKE THE FIRST MOVE? Someone other than me... im rather shy HOW DO YOU LET SOMEONE KNOW YOU ARE INTERESTED? i have know idea... i gots no game. DO YOU KISS & TELL? depends on who she is... DO YOU KISS ON THE 1ST DATE? if i think i wont get slapped... maybe PICK A SONG TO DESCRIBE YOUR LIFE: Jessica...Jewel Kilcher DO YOU... BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? if i am alone in a big house... YES WISH UPON A STARS? often READ YOUR HOROSCOPE? have been lately LIKE THUNDERSTORMS? sure theyre not half bad OTHER STUFF: WHAT TIME DO YOU GO TO SLEEP? Generally between 830 and 11am WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE UP? whenever someone wakes me up... i work third shift what else do you want from me? WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR WALLS? white...but i just moved into this phat ass condo, so my roomie and i are gonna have murals painted on the walls IF YOU COULD MEET ANYONE, WHO WOULD IT BE? Hotbod2472... or maybe Jewel TWIN, FULL, QUEEN, OR KING BED? twin... allthough ive slept in a queen size before and my life will never be the same BOXERS, BRIEFS, BIKINI, ETC. FOR YOU? boxers, briefs... whatevers clean WHAT'S THE WACKIEST THING YOU'VE EVER DONE? either has to be a drive by shooting... or fallin in love with my best friend... or maybe not WHAT SCARES YOU? being alone WHAT DO YOU REGRET MOST? falling in love with my best friend IF YOU HAD ONE DAY TO DO ANYTHING(FOR FREE), WHAT WOULD YOU DO? check out the Acropolis in Athens Greece... i know its wierd but ive wanted to do that since i was like 7 WHAT'S ON YOUR PIZZA? Pepperoni and extra cheese IF YOU COULD BE ANYONE FOR A DAY WHO WOULD YOU BE? anyone but me... maybe Tommy Lee... his wife has a kick ass stomach ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 25 Sep 1998 21:07:22 -0400 (EDT) From: "a poet on 'Bleeker Street'" Subject: ET: Universal Rx Perhaps we all need one from someone next to us...whoever it is... Universal Rx No moving parts, no batteries, No monthly payments and no fees; Inflation proof, non-taxable, In fact, it's quite relaxable; It can't be stolen, won't pollute, One size fits all, do not dilute. It uses little energy, But yields results enormously. Relieves your tension and your stress Invigorates your happiness; Combats depression, makes you beam, And elevates your self-esteem! Your circulation it corrects Without unpleasant side effects. It is, I think, the perfect drug: May I prescribe, my friends . . . the hug! (And, of course, fully returnable!) By Henry Matthew Ward from A Cup of Chicken Soup for the Soul Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen & Barry Spilchuk PS: If you'd like to be on the Chicken Soup mailing list goto: http://SoupServer.com/modify.html Peace to everyone, a poet on 'Bleeker Street' "When you live in a cookie-cutter world Being different is a sin So you don't stand out And you don't fit in"--Hanson (Weird) ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 25 Sep 1998 18:44:43 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Charlie, Cobby & The GoA) Subject: ET: oh great, sh*t, dammit, like i needed another g*ddamn problem Hey angels, Like I wasn't melancholy enough. *sigh* Course, I don't really have problems. I'm pretty problem free. And happy. But in contrast I'm not. Sorry for the confusion. Here's my problem. I met a guy (aka "the brazilian guy") back in July, I thought he was pretty cute, but we just mildly wrote back and forth for awhile. Then before I went away to camp, we started talking online. At first it was obviously flirting, and we were supposed to get together (as some of you may remember) and that didn't happen. We both kept really stressing the friendship factor, that we were good friends (?), bladibladibla. He had this guyish (sorry for that generalization) habit of mentioning here and there (out of the goddamn blue it seemed) those hormonal things (I really didn't need to know, for example, when I said I'd be back in mid-conversation because I had to change [bad idea to mention, I know] that he was thinking if I wore a bra or not....) I have this habit of sometimes ignoring when I'm not comfortable with something, so I blew it over...but actually, I don't like hearing that kind of shit. And it might make me not too comfortable talking to him as it is, too. (Do I tell him that?) So anyway, back into the chronology. I went to camp. I had said I'd miss him, but shocker of all shockers - I didn't. On top of that, I only thought of him when I sent his postcard. On top of that, I realized that, while he's one of the people I could get close to as a friend, he still doesn't know me as well as my camp-friends do. So I came home. We've talked a few times, and I've just not flirted at all, he hasn't really either, I've just kept stressing the "friends" thing and trying not to stress anything else. Because, before camp, I semi-wanted the idea of a relationship with him. But when I came back, I realized, I just don't want that. Not with him. It doesn't appeal to me anymore. AT ALL. So anyhow, I think maybe my mentioning that I got into something with a guy at camp upset him because he's not such a flirt now (A-OK with me actually). Now. I just sent him (along with some people...I'm still working on the version for you guys) a very narrowed overview of my camp experience (with many relationship details edited out). He wrote back saying, among other things, that it was a "great overview" and that he thought he might have been a bit jealous about my happiness, and my life, and (oh no) also "the relationship." Now, why would a supposed-guy friend be jealous of a "relationship" if he didn't want one? This is lousy for me. I'm not sending his letter back till I get some advice. Because I only want to be friends, and I don't want to flirt, and I think he's making it kind of difficult. I don't want to mislead him either. How do I figure this out? Do I ask him flat out or will I wreck "friendship"? Or what if I embarrass myself by asking? But about asking. That might be the best, since honesty is good. Because I'm honest-to-goodness not interested in him anymore. I don't want to hurt anyone. But it's the truth, maybe he needs to know. HELP you guys!!!!! I REALLY NEED YOUR HELP! And...thank you Holly and Kristin who wrote me about my melancholy mood. I'm still quite sad, if anyone else has any helpful hints for cheering myself up *teary* please tell me. Love Sam the ? angel moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 25 Sep 1998 22:05:10 EDT From: Luv2parT4@aol.com Subject: ET: Just wanted to share a poem with my EDA's... Hey everyone, I have been really depressed lately for numerous reasons and I wrote this poem during school yesterday. It took me 3 class periods and it's right from my soul. I just wanted you guys to read it and know. Al*the*Rain*Angel ****************************************************************************** ******************** The End And as the sky shattered it slit my skin as it fell to the ground. My broken flesh bled, The cracks dripped, And drops slid down my body. Stained the ground. After scrubbing and mending, The scars and stains are still there. And bits of fallen sky stuck up out of the earth, Like broken glass. I walked, barefoot, Feet now bleeding along with the rest of me. I tried to mop up the blood with pillows of sunken cloud, But it slipped through my fingers, Dissolved into the air with a sweet scent. And the stars and moon lay on the ground, Spikes of sky stuck through them, Flickering, some sputtering out, From the splattered blood dripping from the trees, And my fingertips and hair as I walked by. The "sss" of water on fire was heard, Until even the moon had burned out. But one lone star was left, Glowing proudly. The last "sss" sounded, And darkness overcame. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 25 Sep 1998 22:04:33 -0500 From: Summer Burton Subject: ET: Camp Poems I've written huge amounts of poetry after camp, here's a bit.. Feedback please! MISSING By Summer i miss it - the voices wafting in and out as I fell asleep next to a new closest friend the hugs the way someone's jacket smells the drumbeat the songs I miss you and I miss her and I miss our late nights and I miss healthy breakfasts and I miss collages and waking up half of our friends who stayed up late and couldn't drag themselves from the beds and I miss waking up with my arm around two people now dear realizing it's raining and not even caring I miss sharing my songs, my poetry, my soul and most especially, my heart I miss swing dancing I miss cuddling I miss kisses on the cheek I miss comforting I miss carthwheels I miss fire I miss rain I miss mud I miss songs and curls I miss skirts and guitars I miss you, I miss you, I miss it all I miss being sad, but not minding because you were there and it was so much nicer than being sad because you've all disappeared. CORY (samara dahling, don't read too much into this I was just feeling sappy) By Summer You're my home now in your blue eyes I found the way to trust agian all the friends I ever had I doubted that they really cared I wondered if they'd always be there but with you I'm not afraid. I'll miss you, you're so far away but somehow sometime we'll see eachother agian and in my heart you'll stay On that last day I wanted to hold on to you forever but you had to say goodbye and, damn, could you feel how I cried as you drove away... So stay, stay, stay in my heart mind soul if I can't cry into your jacket and hear your voice carry me to sleep than I least I wanna be in your daydreams THIS IS SORT OF A POEM BUT NOT REALLY by Summer I keep wondering when the little things are going to disappear - remembering EXACTLY how her shaved head felt, and the sound he makes when he's asleep, and EXACTLY her voice and his guitar, and I remember the smell of the fleece jacket when you and I said goodbye and took too long and drug it out until now I feel like I should still be saying it - "Goodbye." "Goodbye." "Write to me." "I'll miss you." "Goodbye." "Goodbye." And is this really goodbye forever? Because people keep saying, next year... they don't know and I wonder who I'll see and who I won't and even if they all came agian, will it be different? Will I sleep under those different stars with different jackets and different eyes? And is that really so bad? Except that I miss you now and even if it stays the same a year is a long time to wait to rub her head, to never go to bed, to play games, and sing songs and feel the drumbeat. Why'd the goodbyes have to come? Why couldn't we just hide behind the chairs and stay, stay, stay. forever there holding eachother and never letting go so I wouldn't forget the way it was. I Don't ever want to forget your eyes filled with tears. I don't ever want to forget the smell of his hair. I don't ever want to forget there. I didn't want to say goodbye because a part of me died when you waved your last wave and your bus drove away. Love y'all, Summer ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #222 **********************************