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I'm a soph at Lincoln High School.I'm a 3.9 student there. Full name is Samantha C. Weiss...I am tall(5'10"), slender, atheletic, fairly light skin, grey eyes, and a Monty Python movie fanatic! I like to go out on the weekends and just be with my friends. I love oriental food and shopping. I'm single but it's cool, I like it most of the time. I like to chat on ICQ also. My favorite band is Counting Crows, and I love Ani Difranco. Anything punk is great, I just love music all around. I'm pretty active in my church's senior youth group. This is my first HTML page so I'm tryin to figure out how to do it...so don't blame me if it's bad.
I have many friends, but there are a few that have been there through everything for me. Audrey,Nikki,Kristen,Erica,Abbie,Kara,and Briana, girls, you have been there for me through so much! Sometimes, it might seem as though I don't appreciate you, but believe me, you help me live!
I have some great guy friends, too. Brandon,Brett,Steven,Andy H. and Roy, you guys are so easy to get along with! And we never have petty fights! Brandon-a very special hey to you because your my brother and all.We've been through so much and I hope we're always siblings!

Here are a few of my best poems:

An orange...is an orange
unpeeled it is bare
yet undisturbed and quite of taste
Dull to the naked eye
But full of life and intuition with the look
of one that is in depth
Waiting to let the juice run out of the corners
of your mouth
Like song flooding to each person's ear,
dripped from that very mouth
Vibrant orange or cool mango
Colors are not the matter
It is how you take in the differences and
commodities of anything that offers a slice
of their orange. And a slice of their mind.

Tasted the sun on my lips,
Your fingers danced over my
body as two ribbons dance in
the wind.
Asleep and unknowing
my hair; a mess of continuous
curls shoved to the top
of the pillow
Your two flustered foreigners
touch my own
My eyelashes flutter
slightly and feel the
crisp air when they open;
ever so slowly.
Orbs of obliviating color
stare into my asphalt blues
surprised at such a
closeness,yet comforted
by the warm heat of body
against mine. Like our own
bodies kissing in the rainy
morn. It's a bit frightening
when love stares at you,
right in your face.

You can't tell from my
voice; you've never been
one for the phone
I expect you to under-
stand my points of view
and my frustrations
My overdramatizing;
my sudden emotional
sprees.
And yet; I can't seem
to handle your sense
of humor; your
blutness; I can't
even tolerate those
eyes, that pierce and
burn my body which
ever way they happen
to turn. I can't help
asking, "Why don't you want me anymore?"
There is never any
accepting. You hear;
but you stil can't
tell from my voice
Something is definately
awyre here.

I will post different ones from time to time so just come every now and then! Thanks!

I'm on the left,and 1 of my best friends, Audrey, is on the right!

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Thanks for coming here! It might have been boring, but OH WELL... BABE I'M SO PROUD OF HOW FAR YOU HAVE COME! YOU ARE GOING TO BE BACK IN NO TIME! VEET VEET! I LOVE YOU!

This is Lauren, being her crazy self!(November 2001, before the accident)

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