.... of reminded me of the statue of the man who has his face in his hand thinking about things. I do not know what it is called but it reminded me of that statue because of the intentitive look on face. The person in the statue looks intent on reading or studying, and looks like he understands the literature that he is reading. When came back to look at the statue Sunday night when it was dark out, I saw few changes that caught my eye. First was the way the lights around the library reflex off the statue. It makes the statue seem that in was just made the day bef .....

.... truthfully say that the first day of school was one of the worst days of my life. I had never been so far away from my friends. That year, nevertheless, still saw me pass with a 3.5 grade point average. Still, something was missing. My best friends were all gone. While they were busy enjoying high school together, by contrast, it was hard for me to make friends. I was so caught up at leaving my old friends that being sociable seemed non-existent. I was insecure. While students were talking about their summer vacation in class, I had my head down on the .....

.... I feel like a new man. Bill: Ok we have a very short time slot here so lets get the most out of this once in a lifetime interview. Are you ready? Custer: I was born ready Bill. Go Ahead, Fire!!! Wait don't fire, I meant start asking your questions when your ready. All I have to do is answer them, you have the tough half in asking the questions. Bill: Ok, here goes, Are Those Bugle Boy Jeans that you are wearing??!!?? Custer: Why yes, as a matter of fact they are. I bought them just for this show. I didn't seem to understand that question. Bill: I was j .....

.... we are so close, we usually eat only with our boyfriends. Although this is true, it was still I comfortable, fun atmosphere where we could joke around. It was not necessary for my friends' boyfriends to show up to this party, but, it seemed that they were mere accompaniment to my friends. On this night, we all changed out of our class gear of old, comfortable t-shirts and dirty, blue jeans, and wore the best of our casual clothing. For me that meant my tight black pants, light purple, cashmere sweater, and black loafers. This was clearly an occasion that was .....

.... Copper gets married on a smart and beautiful Copper-woman. Still remember that Last Judgement, he decided to tell about it to her wife. When his wife heart a story, she became very angry and start to scold him: “How could you said so injustice thing, how?” He became silent on couple of minute and said: “I did have say anything, because, because I am the worse metal in whole world.” “That is not true, and you know it!” she said. On the next morning she took him to the court and said to Periodic Table: “You was wrong when you said that Copper .....

.... when traffic was thick as it was on that Friday morning. "Everyone and their Grandma is on this one road to Denver," he grumbled. My Daddy is claustrophobic. He hates traffic which is the main reason I think we moved long ago to Wyoming, the land of wide-open spaces. "You can drive more than a hundred miles on a Wyoming highway without seeing another car," Daddy would often brag. That was not the case, however, in Colorado. The cars were lined up one after another, traveling 75 miles per hour, to the horizon and beyond. We passengers paid scant atten .....

.... shopping. unfortunately mum and I were also completing our shopping at Margate on the last Saturday before christmas. Hundreds of people were in the complex. Parking was at a premium. Fortunately we went early and got a parking. We went about to complete our shopping. Shortly after midday we had just entered a jewellery shop when all of a sudden there was a tremendous explosion. My first thoughts were that it was an earthquake. My hair was standing on ends. I turned around and to my horror there were several people lying down with blood around them. Slives of glass were strewn everywhere. Babies were .....

.... too long. "Useta call me Black Billy," he growled, lumbering to his feet. His head ducked and dodged, body swayed, as he danced on his toes, shooting lefts and rights at an imaginary opponent. His scarred face looked troubled for a moment. "Coulda been the Champ. Didn' get a chance. Said I don' got the killer instinct. I know I got it. Jus' need a chance." His audience nodded appreciatively and exchanged understanding glances. Billy shuffled to a stop and shook his big head as a huge grin split his battered face. "No use cryin' over spilt milk. That was a .....