GSU Show Choir: Adrenaline

When an individual lives their lives according to the events that occurred within them, you can only assume so much. However, what can you know about what they've been through if you never bothered to care? Show them your love and compassion for who they are and what they do. Give them some of your strength because you are one--not two. Adrenaline is not 33 people; Adrenaline is one entity of love, hard work, dedication, and spirited individuals who enjoy what they do. They are self-governed, they are strong, they are the epitome of what family is truly about. How can so many people with so many different backgrounds be a family? If you do not understand, then it is quite possible you don't deserve to be apart of the love they share.

I've walked around campus and heard some things said about show choir. I've heard things said about people in show choir. I do not relay the ignorance and oblivion of those who know not the lives they have lived and continue to do so. What do they have to gain from negativity? Do they grow based upon confrontations that are below them? From the previous statements you may ask: Are they a conceited group of performers? First off, my naive little urchins, they are not a 'group,' as you so quaintly put it. I repeat, they are a family. No, they are not conceited, you possibly just are unable to comprehend the integrity and professionalism that we, as an organization uphold. Do not misunderstand me, no other organization is better than we are, nor are we better than them; however, our values possibly differ greatly.

I have a friend who says, whenever I do or say something "gay," "That is so show choir" or "That is too show choir." I've tolerated it for a while, but trust me after today: February 28, 2009, he will never speak those words ever again. To that friend, how could you say something that makes such a wonderful group of people that you know nothing appear as though being like them, and apart of who they are, a bad thing? That, sir, is inexcusable, and if you wish to stay friends you will never do such a thing ever again out of respect for Adrenaline and for me.

Adrenaline has become more than just a family. Th--we became something greater, something more meaningful. We heard each others' stories. Tears were shed; hugs were given as well as hearts. How can we be more than family? Honestly? You would have to be us to find out. If you can't be apart of who we are and what we do? Then I pity you with a smile--because your life may have its own meaning without Adrenaline Show Choir; it may have been another "thing" you did during your life, but for us? It is that bullion pathway into happiness, it is that beacon of hope that lets us know that when together, we are untouchable by you, and anyone else who may attempt to rip us down or make us feel bad about our lives, our craft, and our bond.

~*~*~ VIVA LA VIE ADRENALINE~*~*~

Word Search

Give me a puzzle and I'll solve it with ease
Give me a problem and wisdom shall please
Show me the time and I'll give you a rhyme
However...give me a word search and I'll run out of time

A word search is long, and difficult to do
Nothing compares to the journey a new...
Words that are impossible to find
Some that hide from me every day, they make me blind

Like a mystery they remain unsolvable
This is all so very improbable...
I look for these words, they taunt me with simplicity
They carry my heart and demand elasticity...

I can't be flexible to all of these words...
I can't find all the things, I can't fly like the birds
To take to the sky and solve every dilemma
To pick up a pen and find every word from love to romance

These words are impossible to successfully find...
Nothing so hard has ever disheartened the mind...
Heart...the only word I discover
Is something fragile, however, lonely without lover

With Lover, theres love...still I do not see
I can't find the words...
I'm stuck with this riddle, this puzzle...
I'm stuck in this ongoing Word Search...

The On Going Tradgedy That Was Once Forgotten

My dear Friends,

I paint you a picture of enlightened disregard for life. One who takes the hatred of many to conceal it all into one, if not massive, but mortal being. It speaks of love through inverses of compassion. It destroys cities, countries, worlds, all for the sake of happiness; all for the sake of its own stability. Tell me, who giveth the beast this way of living? It giveth the life to itself. It taketh the breathe of the ones it detests and throws it into the desperate pits of damnation and cruelty. I give you nothing more than a frail shell. Yes. It. Is. Frail; weak. I know it has its past and has its present. However, its future is undeniably vague and ambiguous. Those who have foresight of this beings time line of misguided decisions based upon deterred pasts, make only the pain that is the life that isn't worth living. This piece is the darkest amongst any canvas that exists.
I now sculpt the castle--no--the kingdom in which it resides. It has only this home, this world to reside this day. Does another live there with him? No. Should it have company? Its home is vast, the castle, stone and cold, hard, lifeless black steel. Forged from the deepest of sorrows and lowliest of times; from the darkest of nights and the most righteous of embers. A citadel of impenetrable hatred and anguish. However, there lies one small hole...the weakest part of this evil fortress. What could dare penetrate such a place?The answer? Love. Love weakens the strongest of the strong, it shines purity upon that which remains corrupt. Corruption bleeds from that impalement. It corrodes the castle slowly until the wall begins to crumble; before the demonic black steel is abated to the very last bit of death that was forged from the soul it once was. How could such a place be so tame? Tell me, please enlighten me of the wrath that was wrought upon this playful soul and how it coul be darkened by something so pure. Not even I, the architect, can say.

Can this life be reborn, or merely built upon as was the city of Rome? Can this soul be reestablished as a free land, or shall it forever remain a hollow paradise; a bitter sweet end to a journey that has yet to begin?

Random Thoughts in Class...(stream of conciousness)

Facebook is an unhealthy addiction of many people. I use it mostly for the bumper stickers. I LOVE Facebook bumper stickers! FOR EXAMPLE! this one is one of my favorites!
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So I've definitely investigated FML.com; I do love the site, however, I don't find to be as addictive as many people claim. Trust me, I enjoy the hilarity of the misfortunes of others as much as the next sadist, but it isn't something I would indulge in everyday.

So I have a very unhealthy obsession with cereal. I mean seriously, Cinnamon Toast Crunch and Honey Nut Cheerios are my two main addictions in life. If I could only live off of cereal, I totally would!!

I really hate the lame eagle picture that GSU has posted on the desktops of all its computers. I find it to be very annoying. Who wants to see a nearly endangered dinner in front of a fake background anyway?? *eye-roll* (haha j/k) (but seriously I'm tired of that damn eagle...)

I don't know why people beat their children when scarring them emotionally/mentally is much more permanent...

When I tell you that my Christmas holiday is/was much better than yours? I seriously mean it

Why do we have state birds? Don't they migrate at some point in time? Doesn't that mean you should have multiple state birds?

I wonder what state is sh*tty enough to have the pigeon as a state bird...

OMG I got a new digital camera for Christmas!! I now realize why I see so many people who have pictures of themselves...cameras make you arrogant and vain

I was playing Sweet Home Alabama on Guitar Hero: World Tour and I stopped and asked myself...why the f*ck does this song have such a hard solo!?!?! I mean I know its on Expert, but damn its a stupid country song!

...F*ck Alabama!

I played Star Wars: Force Unleashed. And NOW I finally realize that George Lucas is full of bullsh!t...
Fun game though...fun game...

I wonder if the first "Lost & Found" was invented by stealing peoples' stuff and having them pay to get it back...

I recently discovered a favorite quote by Dr. Seuss:

--Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.