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Name: Lisa Rose
Birthday: 5/5/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Seeking God, traveling to far-off places, being on stage (acting and dancing), drawing, missions, driving Clarabelle, the sunshine, playing music (however meager an attempt it may be on the piano, drums or guitar) being a crazed loon with my awesome, maniacal friends and family...
Expertise: Hmmm....failing...it's ok, though, right??? Someday my life will make more sense...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
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AIM:  kaylahasanose
MSN: kaylahasanose
Member Since:
3/15/2005
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| two years on this earth has apparently passed. i wouldn't know, because time makes no difference to me since then. i know i miss you, at times its just too deep to cry at all, if i touched in i would break i wish. oh well. i look up.. the stars, one thing is for sure. He is still beautiful. He is still there, here with you with me, all at once. holding broken pieces up to You. one day this will make sense. nothing could take this love away. i can not imagine the pain i have, but i would have chosen this if i had a choice to love and know you like i do. the most amazing brother ever. i love you. one day nearer to hugging you again. He will carry us out of the night. faith as small as me. God be my strength.
i love you John. i love you so much.
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Ok, so here is an exerpt from a note that my dad left me to come home to...
"...before you go to work tomorrow please take care of the following;
Take out the trash, walk the dog, pile some wood, shovel the snow
out of the front yard, polish all door knobs inside and outside of the
house, wash and wax all the cars, vacume up stairs and downstairs,
cobweb the attic, defrost the refrigerator, do the laundry, peal a
dozen onions, go grocery shopping, clean the chimney, wash and wax the
dog (just seeing if you're still listening) and slice up a cucumber.
If you don't have enough time you can forget the cucumber."
Wow. It's hereditary, see??
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| Alright everybody! It's Hell Week now, so time to broadcast what's coming up. We have 6 performances! It should be verrreh funny, so come (for the comedy...not the singing...eh heh...yes I am one who is attempting solos eeeeeek!) Anyway, come! I play Philia ("lovely but vacant")  This fri, sat, and sun and the following fri, sat and sun (I recommend getting tickets ahead of time)
more info;
Join us for a terrific evening of laughs and song. "Forum" is
arguably one of the funniest musicals out there and you won't want to
miss it. "Broadway's greatest farce is light, fast-paced, witty,
irreverent and one of the funniest musicals ever written – the perfect
escape from life's troubles. “A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The
Forum” takes comedy back to its roots, combining situations from
time-tested, 2000 year old comedies of Roman playwright Plautus with
the infectious energy of classic vaudeville. The result is a non-stop
laugh-fest in which a crafty slave (Pseudolus) struggles to win the
hand of a beautiful but slow-witted courtesan (Philia) for his young
master (Hero)in exchange for freedom. With its unforgettable zany
characters, a hysterical, perfectly constructed book by Larry Gelbart
(of “MASH” and “City Of Angels” fame) and Burt Shevelove, and witty
Stephen Sondheim songs, “A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The
Forum” allows a brilliant ensemble of comedic actors to shine." (from
Music Theater International)
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| Been overwhelmed, been underwhelmed, frustrated and confused. When it
all piles up, all I can say is ....I don't understand this, and cry to
God for help. It all boils down to my biggest hurt. I miss my brother.
Nothing else compares to that.
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Some glad morning when this life is o'er,
I'll fly away.
To a home on God's celestial shore,
I'll fly away.
I'll fly away, O Glory,
I'll fly away.
When I die, Hallelujah, bye and bye,
I'll fly away.
When the shadows of this life have flown,
I'll fly away.
Like a bird thrown, driven by the storm,
I'll fly away.
I'll fly away, O Glory,
I'll fly away.
When I die, Hallelujah, bye and bye,
I'll fly away.
Just a few more weary days and then,
I'll fly away.
To a land where joy shall never end,
I'll fly away.
I'll fly away, O Glory,
I'll fly away.
When I die, Hallelujah, bye and bye,
I'll fly away.
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