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The #fetal #skull adds an #extra #dose of #creepy @buschgardensva #halloscream #kindaweird

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I #propose a new name for this :#mickymouse #floating #head of #death #clashofclans #coc #seekingairmine #balloonofdeath #clash

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#oldschool #truck in a #field #filtered and #modified. #fall #forest #woods #country #countrylife #redneck #farmlife #farm #trees #instacloud #instasky #cloud #clouds #sky #sights #horizon #treeline #random #amateurphotography #amateur #phototography #photography

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So I get home, ready to tackle things. I'm digging myself out of the hole of last week. I'm becoming that productive person again dammit. Ieven set up for a trailer to be at my house to haul away the stuff from my packing party this Saturday. Today is turning out to be a great day, Then I take my three dogs out. Two of them slipped me. One with no collar or leash. The other had both on. Maybe this doesn't all that bad, so let me set the scene for you. 0215 in the morning. Pitch dark because I live in the woods and there is only one yard lamp going in the front. Both darted to the back yard. No lights. Wet grass. They went two seperate ways. Oh and I feel and lost sight of them in shadows. It was shattering for me to think that they both were going to be lost to me in that moment. I would have spent the night in the woods looking for them. I would have spent days looking for them. It would have been terrible because they are probably as close as I will ever get to kids. I caught both within minutes. Trooping everyone back in the house. I think I may start taking them out seperately again. One scare like that is enough to take a few years off my life. In response to my fear though I typed out a poem. Its been a while since I used poetry to cope with something but here is my attempt for coping with my fear. ~~~ Fear is like something hard, caught in your throat. It stops your air, and quiets your voice. It makes it hard to swallow, and hard to think. You can't taste it, but you know its flavor. You can't smell it, but you its aroma. You can't feel it, but you know its cold caress. You can't hear it, but you know its wail. You can't see it, but you always recognize its face. Fear is nothing but a concept. There is nothing to fear. Yet I fear one thing, Losing you.

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#horizon #field #farm #country #filtered #random #instastorm #instacloud #instasky #ineedsleep #cloud #clouds #sky #blue #greenery #green #stormsacomin #stormapproaching #countrylife #farmlife #farmville #forreal

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#majestic #lady I saw at @buschgradensva #friday. #halloscream was an #absolute #delight. Although the #shows really are starting to favor the #adult #audiences.

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I Math-ed Myself, All Day Long

So my plans for Sunday were put on hold due to there being so much to do for my math class. I got my test done though.  I should have got about an 88% on it according to the site.  The professor plays with the grades so we shall see if it remains as such.

That was literally all I did yesterday.  This coming day I have quite a bit more that needs to be done. I have some items the roommates asked me to get done plus paying my hare of the rent. 

There is also a project I need to work on for my class.  It shouldn't be to bad.  I figure I can work on that for a couple of days before going back to regular class work.

This weekend in recap really doesn't stand out as one of my better weekends.  I didn't go anywhere.  I feel into old habits.  But I count it as a success because I was able to remind myself why I wanted to change.  I think I needed that.  

Everyday brings another chance to do something more.  I plan to use that opportunity.  Expect my #yesterdaysuccess post this morning. 

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The Weird and Wonderful Art of Jaroslaw Jasnikowski

Currently Jasnikowski is one of the leading developers of fantastic realism in Poland, jogo paintings are in collections all over the world. Images Jaroslaw Jaśnikowskiego are kind of relationship with the artist’s journey through unknown worlds. By creating a different reality, put it right completely different physics, mocking yourself with gravity or the properties of matter. Although in many places, “Alternate Worlds” Jarka very similar to the reality that we encounter every day, it very quickly see that this apparent similarity is only pillar on which the artist builds his own world. Painting Jaśnikowskiego is also characterized by a love of the author for any kind of fantastic vehicles, machines, as well as a love for Gothic. His paintings are shrouded in dark mystery, creating a unique atmosphere characteristic of the work of this artist. Currently, Jarek, and his wife, Kate is also a painter, graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts in Wroclaw, live and create in the village Pasiecznik in the foothills of the Jizera.

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Another way to present the 9 types of intelligence as exemplified by my How Do We Measure Intelligence post.

The basic idea is that different people are good at different things. These 9 probably don’t cover the wide range of smarts we all possess, but it’s a start.

As Albert Einstein said, ”Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.”

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I believe it was Lincoln that said something about loving luck and that the harder he worked the more he seemed to have of it. 

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CONFIRM

Each time I change between my COC accounts, I have one for play with people that know me and one that I am not rushing through town halls, I am asked to CONFIRM my choice.  It lets me know that I could loose everything by replacing one base for another. 

Well I don't worry about it because I know that cause both are backed up to game accounts. I won't loose one for the other.  I feel like that same could be said about me.

There is this me that wants to change, but I just started working on it.  I'm still playing alone.  I'm not rushing it, I'm trying to upgrade everything over time before I move forward.  I'm kind of lost trying to find where I want to take this new me.  Its really easy to fall back into the me that is lacking.  There is no warning box.  No note asking me to CONFIRM my choice, just a replacement of mental state. 

I can be lazy there and just attack others at my leisure. I'm always waiting on that upgrade instead of working towards it.  I want to remain constant as this new person.  I want to keep improving. 

You know what?  From today forward I not going to change accounts.  I am going to be the person that wants change, permanently.   There is no CONFIRM box, there is only a DELETE the old way of thinking.

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Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.

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Word.

- Angry

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What is the path I walk?

Today was a failure.  Yet it reminded me what I wanted to change.  I faltered on my way down a road I was just foraging but I did not leave it.  My work for the better is still there.  I will pick myself up, dust the dirt from me, and push forward toward my goal.  

I have gained two motivation buddies today.  To what end, we shall see. I plan to make a post to met people in my area.  I am done with this solitary life,  I am done with not meeting my goals. From this day forward I am going stay on my path.  From this day forward I will live a life outside these walls be it in real life in or a story I write. 

I may trip again but that is all it will be.  A trip reminds us where we came from and what is under, behind, us.

Tonight is a wash.  I will contemplate on what I could do differently, could have done differently.  Tomorrow I will rise early.  Tomorrow I will begin my journey anew with fresh eyes.  Every morning is a fresh start.  Every shower washes away the failure of the previous day while allowing the success to soak in.

Each morning I will update my twitter with #yesterdaysuccess.  I will start every day wallowing in what I did right the day before.  I will set myself up for the success I want by taking it.  Nothing is given.  I will work for what I want.  I will do what needs to be done because I must. No one will do it for me.

Tonight is a shower and bed, tomorrow is steady climb toward the goals I have laid done. 

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Post the 100th

I fell, hard.

I found out how to back door my routine app.  I begin to let my house work slid.  I stopped my packing party at one room.  This past week I was reminded of how my life was.  Chaos, disorder, rushing.  I hated these last few days.  They were easier and harder.

I am not sure why I can't stay motivated but I know it drives me nuts.  What worse is I can't even do the things just for myself.  They have to be for someone else or I loose my way.  I started out wonderfully developing a habit and in one short week destroyed it.  I need someone to keep me in check.  

I have about four hours to complete a whole mess of class work.  I'm not so far behind that it is going to be impossible but I am far enough to worry me.

I wish I could keep myself on track for goals. 

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And on the #eighth #day the #devil said, "Let's really #fuckwiththem!" #math #mathhumor #nerd #geek #student #foreverstudent #foreveralone #nerdhumor #geekhumor #joke

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21 #minutes later. That's everything cleaned up and the stuff #from #underthebed

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The #closet #before