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My name is Morgan and I'm going to be 18 this year. I live in Portage, PA, a dismal drug town. I'm a vegetarian, animal lover, and an athlete. I play volleyball and run distance in track. Plan on attending community college for my general studies and attending Mount Aloysius to study Criminal Justice/Forensic Accounting and hopefully go into the FBI or CIA.
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    • Dover Beach
    ...written on 2004-02-28, @ 1:36 a.m.

    The sea is calm tonight.
    The tide is full, the moon lies fair
    Upon the straights; on the French coast the light
    Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
    Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
    Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
    Only, from the long line of spray
    Where the sea meet sthe moon-blanched land,
    Listen! You hear the grating roar
    Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
    At their return, up the high strand,
    Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
    With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
    The eternal not of sadness in.

    Sophocles long ago
    heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
    Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
    Of human misery; we
    Find also in the sound and thought
    Hearing it by this distant sea.

    The Sea of Faith
    Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
    Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
    But now I only hear
    Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
    Retreating to the breath
    Of the night wind, down the base edges drear
    And naked shingles of the world.


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    Isn't that a beautiful poem? While reading it just now, I pictured my self at the beach. I could hear the roar of the waves crashing, I smelled the sweet salty wind and tasted the salt as well. I felt the warm sand between my toes, and could feel the briskness of the spray hititng my face, and the moonlight shining down on me. I really miss the beach. As I thought about it...I haven't been to the beach in nearly four years. Last I remember, we went to this cliff in Okinawa and looked at the water and that was the last I've been to the ocean. I live in Virginia on a damn Peninsula, and we never went to the beach there. I don't like the sun frying my skin but I do love water!

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    I'm sick, and my tonsils are freaking swollen to the size of ping pong balls. Blah. I can't even breathe and my teeth are throbbing like mad. I heard that its actually the flu epidemic going around the east coast. It's bugging me. I can't wait to feel better. Hopefully Nikki feels better as well. She hasn't been to school much lately and doesn't have that "Nikki" vibe going off on her as it always does. She told me she might have an ulcer in her stomach and I didn't really knew what they meant until I looked it up. Hopefully she feels better.

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