kernel panic message

i don't have the fondest idea of what a 'kernel panic message' really is, but i'm pretty certin the word panic is in there for a reason. i tried to turn on my precious mac only to see this poisonous (and potentially deadly?) message assaulting my eyes. it has been so long since i've been on a pc that i am a total n00b in my search for answers.

i have a surprising amount of peace considering all the photos i've taken in the last 4 years (new york, ireland, early dating/engagement) are sitting there. Not to mention all of our WEDDING PHOTOS and over 13000 songs on itunes...

*le sigh*

if this is good-bye sweet mac, you have served me well. you were faithful through all of my all night homework ordeals. I should have realized back then that your days were numbered. You would hiss along, barely moving, enduring so much. you've chugged along longer than anyone expected you to considering i never really treated you that well...obviously.

Curtis reassures me that this hard drive situation is salvageable. i have hope. i hope.

what a man!

Everybody can be great... because anybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love.

- Martin Luther King, Jr.

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"there is only love"

today curt reminded me that i'm turning 24 NOT 23 as I previously thought.

asjda!!?sdf!!?!sfkjld@>akj

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not too sure how i feel about this...

it's almost my birthday.

I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song.
I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long
Time hurries on.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.

Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl.
I held her close, but she faded in the night
Like a poem I meant to write.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.

I threw a pebble in a brook
And watched the ripples run away
And they never made a sound.
And the leaves that are green turned to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.

Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello,
Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye,
That's all there is.
And the leaves that are green turned to brown.

i have a follower.

a family member BUT STILL! i thought i was 'writing' secretly.

*gulp*