I've been thinking about hemp for a couple of weeks...

It bewilders me that there is a crop out there that can be grown with little maintenance...if planted smartly, the plants themselves shade out any chances of weed growth, and there is no use for harmful chemicals and/or pesticides. Why not take advantage of a crop such as hemp.

Hemp can be used to make SO MUCH. Its a substitute for petroleum based products. That means we could use hemp grown in our own country to make textiles and other materials, and that means dependency on foreign oil to only fill our tanks.

When marijuana was banned by the government, hemp unjustly lost its reputation and was banned as well. Industrial hemp is not a drug, nor does it have any potential. Its related to marijuana, but only that.

I'm going to start writing letters to Senator Madigan and my State Representatives. I encourage everyone else to do the same and do your part as well. But dont go into this blindly, look it up, research it, know what you are talking about.

If anyone knows anything about the subject, and has something useful to offer. Please do.

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Is my favorite season.

I can't get over how refreshing spring is. All the snow melts away, the sun shines brighter, the air doesnt bite anymore. Its so comforting and inviting.

Its hard to sit in school and look outside. Its just begging me to go out and walk in the woods. Walk along the streams of water trickling down the hills. Look are the bare ground and trees, finally free of winter's harsh blanket.

In a sense, the snow has seemingly washed away the filth from the past year. Giving everything a new chance for a new year and a new season of growth.

The smell is gratifying.

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I've desperately wanted to go explore or wander for the past three days. It's been so incredibly beautiful out and the possibilities are so numerous it hurts.

Finally today I came home and went outside to help my dad clear some brush. Taking time to roast a couple marshmallows and cook hotdogs. After we had a good pile I left and ventured into my woods.

I love my land. I take pride in it and feel lucky to have as much as we do. It may not compare to several around my area, but I could be much less fortunate.

I love to walk it and explore it. Though explore may not be the right choice of words since I know every knoll, crevice, and cliff.. Its still enjoyable to search for something new, or walk to some of my favorite spots and just stand for awhile, looking at it all.

Sometimes its sad. Today I was watching the water in the crick for quite a long time... and I noticed how damaged the trees along the 'shoreline' are. The exposed roots are merely nubs. Some were freshly wore and instead of a dark steel color, they revealed a light skin tone. They're so beaten, and I know its only a couple years till they fall like many others. In a positive light, providing for the time being a quick bridge across.

I also saw the remains of a block of ice. All that was left was the very strong clear layer of ice that freezes in a more vertical form than a horizontal way, like many vertical shards of glass imagine. It was propped up against a small tree submerged in the rising water. Parts of the chunk were hollow all the way through and it made a not so semetrical honeycomb. As the water lapped against it, it would sway against the limp tree and water would occasionally strain through the holes.

Water is so beautiful, but so merciless.

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I hate the feeling of being separated from someone you connect to.

Its not often you meet someone that you can feel so comfortable and yourself around. Someone that shares the same thoughts and feelings, and knows what you mean when you say something. Someone that you can talk with for hours about topics no one else would address, attempt things no one else would consider. A genuine level feeling.

Its hard to go from seeing someone like that everyday, to two or three times a year. A drive of fifteen minutes to four hours.

I realized, that I've gone about dealing with the situation in all the wrong ways. When I talk or see them I feel a sense of really being. Being happy and whole. Its the feelings following that hurt. Of saying goodbye, watching through the backwindow. Eyes glazed in thought of how long it will be, again.

I've purposefully pushed myself away thinking thats what would be easiest. Selfish, only thinking of my own feelings. When really, I should have been there for them. It hurts the most looking back on how much easier it could have been, how I've portrayed an image of disconcern for so long.


I'm Sorry, I've always missed you.

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I can see in my mind the things I want to say. I know why and I've thought them through. But I've thought them over so much that it no longer makes sense. What i thought I had figured out becomes distorted and I dont know whats real.

When ones mind races its hard to see one solitary thought as it passes. They form blurs of noise and color. Pictures of what would could and have happened. You can reach out and try to grab at something solid to keep yourself steady, and for that brief moment you know what you want and need the most.

it never lasts, soon swept back to a current of thought. Theres only one emotion. panic. how can you feel anything else when you cant distinguish what another feeling really is?

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Is incredible. Within the few starting moments Leonidas has already killed the Persian messenger and declared war against the entire Perrsian Empire. After that its all war. Few scenes slow down. Its just bloodshed after bloodshed. The graphics are amazing. Everything is so correct and precise. Even when the Giant's head was cut off you could see the bones and arteries in his head...it's absolutely insane. The Spartans fight against each army of the vast Empire and you see the so much variation in fighting. Its never the same. By the middle of the movie in the heat of it all it makes you so angry you wished you were there about to kill with them.

Queen Gargo's dominant female charater is inspiring. Her loyalty, strength, and bravery are exceptional.

You all have to see it. Its hands down one of the best film's I've ever seen.
The intensity is beautiful.

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