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Hey! My name is alyssa but my friends call me Lys....im really into fantasy(ex: tamora pierce novels)/action(ex: alias novels)/romance(ex: sarah dessen novels)/realistic fiction (ex: Fearless Series)......i want to major in forensic science to become a csi (currently thinking about entomology!). im in luv w/ the show ALIAS!!! it totally rocks!!!! not sure when the new season comes out but when it does it will be on ABC on thursday nights at 8!!!  you can read a few of my fav. quotes, poem, and a little more about me below!!!
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~*The universe is part of this one cry, in this strange land where all are born to die. each tree and leaf and star show, how the universe is part of this one cry, that every life is noted and is cherished, and nothing loved is ever lost or parished.
    -Unknown

~*A friend bails you out of jail....a best friend is sitting next to you screaming THAT WAS FRIGGIN AWSOME!!!.
    -Unknown

~*Always smile even if it's a sad smile because what's even sadder than a sad smile is the sadness of not knowing how to smile.
    -Unknown
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~ ALL ABOUT ME ~
~ Name-Alyssa aka Lys
~ Bff-Lizz aka WanderingSoul-
~ Fav movie- A Walk to Remember
~ Fav song- White Flag-Dido
~ Age- 15 or mayb something else...who knows....
~ Hair color- dirty blonde
~ Fave tv show- PRETTY DAMN ODVIOUS and if ur really that stupid ALIAS, GET THAT INTO UR BRAIN!!!!
~ Siblings-Sis, and bro
~ Instrument of Choice- Guitar
~ Sport of Choice- Tennis/tkd im actully a probationary second degree black belt but i quit a few months ago after about four years in it.....just wasnt my thing...
~ Fav Books- Define Normal (Julie Ann Peters), The Truth about Forever (Sarah Dessen), In the Hand of the Goddess (Tamora Pierce)
~ Fav. Poem-
The Dash by Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of his friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone from the beginning....to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the second with tears.
But he said that what mattered most of all was the "dash" between those years.
For that dash represents all the time that she spent on this earth.
And now, only those who loved her know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own: the cars, the house, the cash.
What matters is how we live and love and how we spent our "dash".
So think about this long and hard. Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left. You could be at "dash-mid-range"/
If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and what's real.
And always try to understand the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more.
And love the people in our lives like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect, and more often wear a smile.
Remembering that this special "dash" might only last a while.
So when your eulogy is being read with your life's actions to rehash.
Will you be pleased with the things they have to say about how you spent your "dash"?

~ Question by me: So did you think about your "dash" so far and think if your happy with what others will say? If you haven't please do and remember, its not what you have in life, its the way you lived it.

And this is for squirrelmick! if you see this im sry that i just went back to this poem and saw that u allowed me to post your poem! hope u see this!!

We’re here today, but where will we be tomorrow?
Will we keep this paradise we only meant to borrow?
Who can resist the smell of coconuts and desert islands and pine trees?
The sort of scent that gets trapped inside and makes you want to sneeze,
And you look so beautiful in flickering lamplight,
Can we keep what we stole and make the crime seem right?
There’s only darkness and you and me,
And a lingering essence of oil of tea tree.

Feels like we’re trapped, but are we really free?
When I awake, will it be you I see?
Or will it be the remnant of a distant memory?
The lingering essence of oil of tea tree.

We rest today, but will we some day walk together?
Will this be here for us to come back to forever?
Who can resist the seasons changing, like gently shifting sand?
The sort of motion which can enslave and enchant,
Is it possible to just lie here for always and a little bit more?
Ignoring the sounds of the noisy world just outside the door,
They can’t disturb the quiet whisperings of what you say to me,
Or waft away the lingering essence of oil of tea tree.

Feels so flimsy, it should float away on a breeze,
Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?
Will we never wake up from this gentle dream?
To smell the lingering essence of oil of tea tree?

Will it stay hidden or will it be revealed?
Will we pick fruit from the tree which never yields?
Will we have to put this heaven back, like a finished book?
Will we have to return the loving that we took?
Who can resist the daylight poking through the clouds?
The sort of radiance which makes the crickets chirp so loud,
You look so peaceful, but it just can’t last,
This vision shimmers and then fades fast,
Never thought I’d see you drifting away from me,
Leaving a lingering essence of oil of tea tree.

And now it’s gone, the dream is dead,
Just me alone, lying in bed,
I’m left without you, it’s just me,
And the lingering essence of oil of tea tree.



       
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AND GO CHECK OUT MY BEST FRIEND'S POEMS.....WanderingSoul- ........ her poems rock!!! GO, SHOO, well read some of mine then LEAVE AND GO READ HERS!!!