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the proper way to iniate a first kiss. do you go with the question
first? or not because it kinda makes you look like a choir boy, but at
the same time it shows the lady or male that you care about them and
want to make sure they are comfortable with the kiss.. or do you lead
with the hand? a light touch of the face, perhaps a rubbing of the ear
lobe, or some playing with the hair..allows for some physical contact
before the kiss but not as much as tweaking the breast..which i doubt
would be the best way to go about the first kiss..or is your weapon of
choice the look at the mouth look at the eye look at the mouth look at
the eyes approach..make sure the kissee realize exactly what you are
about to do so they don't freak out when the juicy first kiss is laid
on
them..or do you just swallow the pride and launch into the first kiss,
hoping you read the other person well enough and don't get rejected.
either way i would have to say, that the first kiss is by far the
greatest part of life. no matter how you go about getting the kiss.
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i think after six minutes of playing a song..you should be done with it and what you have to say..so far my playlist has included four songs at ten plus minutes..if you haven't caught on..ive been trying to force myself to write more, for no real reason..besides i have way too much time on my hands..i dont really expect anyone to read my ramblings..i just hope you look at the pretty pictures i find......
i dont have anything else to say of importance today..except if anyone would like to hang out over spring break grab some food, jump some barriers, go for bike rides, dance in the streets and all around just chill about wheaton give the cellular phone a call..at 306-2065
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There is something incredibly sexy about
smoking. Perhaps it is the riskiness associated with smoking. I
mean the fact that it can kill you I would imagine would qualify it as
risky. Or maybe it is the old image of the rugged rebel lighting
up a cigarette and just looking dashing underneath a lamp post.
Or maybe its the way in which the smoke wisps around after being
exhaled. Almost the same way I would imagine words would as they
escape your mouth and enter the ear of the one you love. But in
the end I just can not place my mind on why smoking does not creep me
out. I'm not saying that I would ever smoke, or that I think
everyone should smoke. But there seems to be a sort of romantic image
that surrounds a cigarette. I feel as though I can never be a
famous writer or amazing musician unless I smoke a cigarette.
Maybe there's something in those tightly wrapped packages of doom, that
allow the creative juices to flow. Something I may never be able
to comprehend. The perfect scene in my mind, would be two people,
preferably one male and one female, in an empty coffee diner, one
sipping a cup of the good ole Joe, the other sketchy out a quick
picture on a pad of paper, maybe of the setting moon or the beauty in
his mind, and a cloud of smoke surrounding their heads. But
then again I can't stand when people smoke while I eat, maybe I should
think up a better image to store in my mind.
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I miss kindergarden. Life was a
lot simpler back then. All I had to worry about was not eating
crayons, and kicking the kids I didn't like. It was pretty cushy
thinking about it. But naturally I probably couldn't wait to grow
up. I would dream of the day I could count past 100 or know my own
address without it being written down on a card attached to my
desk. I look back and their are so many similarities between me
as a kindergardener and me as a senior in highschool. In the past
12 years of schooling, not all that much has changed. I suppose
friends haven't always been stable, and sports have been flipflopped
back and forth, but the more I think about the more I realize that I'm
the same sarcastic little kid, who blushed when called upon, and cried
when he failed at his dreams, and chased after all the girls for one
peck on the cheek. And the more I think about it the more I
realize I really do like the person I was and the person I am. We
all make our choices, and say our words, but in the end none of that
matters because in the end you are the only one left. It doesn't
really matter if everyone at your lunch table thinks your a funny kid,
or if your math class knows you can solve the third problem on the
review sheet. What matter's is if you are who you truly wish to be.
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