Alright, as most of you know...I love the Pirates of the Carribbean movies. If you're in choir, perhaps you remember a weird day when I wore the hat and hair of Captain Jack Sparrow....ah, fun times.

Well, today, the day before Pirates of the Carribbean at World's End opens in theatres, I went and saw a special showing! HURRAY!

That's basically all I have to say. It is good visiting friends in Colorado, but it hurts so much to be here that I cannot wait to leave. I just wish we could move out house with us. I also wish I could see one other person who I haven't seen, but he actually moved, so looks like that's not happening.

PS-I also got the Pirates version of the LIFE game! Huzzah!

Peace.

I've always loved my name. All three of them actually. Sarah Louise Graler...never hated them. But I've always been particularly proud of my last name.

Until today.

I never even considered how it would be coming back here. I mean with people I have never met. But on the plane to my town the man next to me started up conversation. Just after the landing gear hit pavement we exchanged names...funny time, I know. lol. (sol for Joel Jackson)

After I said my name, he asked, what was your last name again. So I repeated my last name...he looked at me silently for a second like he was trying to figure out something. I smiled politely back...totally clueless about the reason for this look.

But if he was a cartoon, a second later a lightbulb would've came on above his head as he said, "ooh," and slowly turned his head away.

I could feel my cheeks flush as shame engulfed me.

Of course he would've heard about what my dad did. All of it every detail, true or false. I live in a very small, gossipy town. Plus every newspaper or station in CO covered my dad's story. ...fun, I know.

Needless to say, I couldn't get off that little plane fast enough. I had never been ashamed of my last name, but tonight was the first time I truly wished I could've said any other last name.

I hate it all so much. I feel like running until the end of time. (that's what I do when I'm upset)

That's all I have to report of the days in CO so far...my feelings are worse than I expected.

Peace.

Empty spaces fill me up with holes

distant faces with no place left to go

without you within me, I can't find no rest

where I'm going is anybody's guess

I try to go on like I never knew you I'm awake, but my world is half asleep. I pray for this heart to be unbroken, but without you all I'm going to be is incomplete...

Voices tell me I should carry on

but I am swimming in an ocean all alone

Can't you see, It's written in my eyes

I still wonder if I made a big mistake

I try to go on like I never knew you. I'm awake but my world is half asleep. I pray for this heart to be unbroken but without you all I'm going to be is incomplete...

I don't meant to drag it on

but I can't seem to let you go

I don't think I can face this world alone

I don't want to let you go

I try to go on like I never knew you. I'm awake, but my world is half asleep. I pray for this heart to be unbroken, but without you all I'm going to be is incomplete...

Peace Out.

Do you know that when you ask me "how are you?" and I say "ok" that after you continue to walk by I say how I am so broken and not ok?

Where is the dealer of this hand? Because there is nothing here that I can understand.