"29 killed as bus plunges into gorge in India"
http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/asiapcf/11/06/india.bus.plunge/index.html
This whole daily international news reading is really starting to depress me. I know I go on these rants often, but it is very true. I mean, look at today's headline. 29 people killed in a bush crash. How awful! But this is a mild news story compared to so many other horrors I have read about today and over the past couple months. You have to wonder how people still manage to have hope will all the killing and the tragedies and what not. I wonder how I still even have, but sometimes I guess the only way to keep on living is to keep holding on.
About Me
- Trisha
- Whenever I paint, I put my left arm behind my back, and when I'm really focused on my art, I've been told that my breathing gets heavier. Walking barefoot is my petit bonheur, and trees are the most fascinating thing on this planet. I could eat a whole jar of peanutbutter slowly by the spoonful, especially if you sit me down in front of a movie, or two, or three. Sleeping with the window open makes for the best night's rest. I like to sit on the floor, even when a chair is available, which is ironic, because I really like to design furniture. The place where the Cleveland Indians play will always be Jacob's Field, and drawing with a pencil and paper will always beat out Photoshop. Cleaning my room with music blasting makes me happy. Funny, cause I've been unanimously voted the messiest in my house. When I think of the house I will own when I'm older, it involves a library, an art studio, floor-length windows with ivy crawling up the panes, and a roof I can easily climb on. It also involves secret passageways and those creepy paintings with spyholes for eyes. My kids are getting a treehouse whether they want one or not. As it turns out, I didn’t have to swim to Europe.
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