Why can't I see my picture?

I just stayed up till 12 am watching The Punisher with my brothers. I can't say I agree with Frank Castle's methods, but he sure makes one heck of a tragic, romantic hero. *silly look on her face as she day dreams* HA!

They just found "Hobbits" in Indonesia ! I always knew Tolkien was on to something! http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/3948165.stm

Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man is one of the most depressing books I have read in a long time. I guess I can see why the narrator was so crack in the Prologue.

Fall Back

I love the autumn; cool crisp days, brilliant arrays of color, fog cloaked mornings and watching things drift into hibernation.

Then there is the scary side to this line of thought. Do I really love the whole concept of things dying back, time changes, and gray days? Yes, all life changes. Perhaps my love, shows adaptation and a willingness for new things.................HA! Who am I trying to fool? Its just a wonderful day!

The search for Self......Wait, I didn't even know Self was missing.

Self. It seems to be the thing that many people are concerned about. When you go to school, one the the opportunities is "finding out about my self". In my American Novels class, that is the biggest theme. People want to find out who they are and leave their mark on the world. Looking out for number one. Selfish?

But...what about those people who know who they are? What about the people who are happy just living and not concerned about leaving a mark on the world. I know where I want to go and who I am.
Goal: To get to Heaven
How to Achieve This?: By living a good life. Finding out my vocation, learning more about my faith, living my faith and treating others with respect and kindness.
It doesn't seem that hard, but it is. So many times I get caught up in every day life, that I forget to be kind to some one or even say "Thank you" to God. I just have to work harder. Starting now, I'll stop being lazy and finish my Beowulf paper.

All men must die; Let him who may

Win glory ere death. --Beowulf

Bandit

Last Friday we had to put our dog Bandit down. I wasn't very attached to her, but she has been around for almost 13 years. I found out that I did care. I always thought she would die in a last stand sort of thing. She was the kind of dog that used to chase cars, hunt any animal(hopping after the mice), fight with any dog or cat that invaded her property, scare any human. We never had any trouble with kids stealing stuff since they knew Bandit was around. In the end, she was too protective and bit men who came around our house. After the 5th time we knew we couldn't control her(she was tied up at the time and some guy came too close). Mom made me drive her and Bandit to the vet's. I didn't want to, but did. Mom held Bandit the whole time and started to cry when Bandit died. I couldn't watch so I was walking around the vet's yard picking up leaves.
It is odd how animals affect people. They don't live long, but we put so much time and love into them. My dog Strider seems to accecpt me the way I am. He doesn't care if I don't do well in school or if I have a job. All he wants is attention, food, and games. He is totally dependant on me and the family. A version of unconditional love?
(Sorry about the spelling errors, I can't find the spell check for some odd reason.)