Whose a terrifying looking zombie lady? You are Charlotte Milchard.
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this is me every summer.
Notes from speech class…
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What do you mean?
God never wanted this?
Are you His prophet? Are you Jeremiah? Will he send fire from heaven to prove your His prophet?
Sooner or later, God’s gonna cut you down.
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Dear Unknown Chick who Is my Future Wife,
Hope your going to have an awesome summer. I also hope you like mountain biking, longboarding, and kayaking. Wait, your my future wife, so clearly you do. Try not to shred everything too hard this summer. Get some cool stories for our future.
-This guy
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This http://daftpunk.com/ makes me very very anxious.
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The mysterious hand!!!!!!!!!!
TNG: Angel One
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The single greatest cliffhanger of all time.
Try to imagine it. It’s the spring of 1990, and “Star Trek: The Next Generation” has been on the air for three seasons - and is about to break the Original Series’ record by having a fourth season.
Denise Crosby (Lt. Tasha Yar) left the show before the first season was over. Gates McFadden was summarily fired and replaced for season two, only to return in season three at the insistence of Patrick Stewart. So change had always been a possibility.
There was no internet. Which meant no spoilers like we now know them. No set reports. No speculation amongst the fans outside of conventions or groups of friends. Which meant no way to cope with the anxiety, no bulletin boards to post “AHHH! WTF?” on while you waited.
We may know now how it all turned out, but back then? I’ve got friends who where trekkies in the day, and the summer of 1990 was full of anxiety!
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that was a HUGE cliffhanger for me and i watch it a few weeks ago!
Hopefully I can make it there before I leave for the summer. Marathoning all I can. Ahhhhh #nerddom
Where I escape to in the time before I pass out and have insane dreams that are more realistic than any CGI George Lucas ever put in a film is probably the only place I wish I could never leave.
Its a quiet place, with a soft guitar in the background. Some dusk covered field stretches back between the forests it separates like a green river turned grey. There is too much silence for my head to hear and too much noise for my heart to love.
Quick, but not too quick, a feeling fills my gut. Slowly my throat fills with lead. Just as quick it drops down, bringing the feeling of sickness rushing up. The insects flying around the lights in my gut stir with the noise. Attacking the walls trying to escape with a fever that brings a gasp to my breath.
I miss the silver moonlight on the fields, the constant sunshine, I miss the ache in my feet as I walked to my room. What about the way that the air tasted on those high intensity mornings? I miss all of that. I miss eating the same meals on a two week rotation setting, getting a discount at a subway that’s the only chain restaurant for fifty miles.
I miss killing snakes and life guarding lakes, and making everything a joke.
I miss fixing blobs, and drinking gobs of milk looking water from that weird water fountain.
I miss waking up to ply wood floors and handle-less doors, and the birds nested just outside my window.
Most of all I miss all the people who over the last two years became my best friends in lands far away.
May 7th, Ill be going back. Cant wait to meet more people who will forever miss this place with me.
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