The Voices In The Wind

A few minutes ago I checked my lonely old e-mail box and found some messages from the people who helped get rid of… ummmm… okay, those who are supposed to know what I am talking about will know. Onward to the point of this post…

I was in the process of responding to one of the messages when a window appeared on my computer screen letting me know that I had received a new e-mail and who it was from. “Oh,” I said “It is from my good friend ‘doomskull’. How nice of him to drop me a line.” /sarcastic quote

After closing my reply and opening the new e-mail, I find this nice little picture staring me in the face. It matches the others that have been found, so I am only to assume that I should be putting it here for the world to see.

Without further ado!

What is a girl to do? This afternoon I was busy flirting with my “Sociology” Professor when a “certain someone” decided to jump in on the conversation unannounced and definitely uninvited.

“You will know!” it said.

I tried to act as if nothing was happening inside my head, but I think George kind of suspected that I was in another world for a moment or two because he tapped me on the shoulder to regain my attention.

After snapping back into reality for a few minutes, the uninvited guest butted in on a rather decent conversation about how art holds many messages, depending on who is looking at it, in order to say “Tonight. You will know tonight.”

When I got home I found a few e-mail messages from my new found friends and another from one very rude “Doom Skull”.

“You will tell them!” it read, followed by the image that you see below.

NEWS FLASH!!!!

Ladies and gentlemen, we have snow!

Since I have a little break in between classes, I thought that I would head down here to the computer lab, hop on to a computer and announce to the world that we finally have the “white stuff” on the ground. And not just a little bit of it either, a whole lot of it. More then I have seen in over a month or so.

I have to admit that I happen to like the snow, not because it is fun to play in, but because it is fun to drive in. While most people have trouble driving in weather such as this, I happen to enjoy a “fishtail” or two on the way to school or inside the parking lot. It gets the blood boiling and allows me to live “dangerously”.

So, that is about all I really wanted to say. It may not seem like a really important thing to talk about to most people, but I have been waiting for this kind of weather to show up for a long time and it is finally here. I wish that you could see the smile on my face right now.

Where are you guys?

Well, since you say that you are going to visit my site and never do, let me give you my e-mail address in case you want to contact me that way.

amanda_poopoo_platter@yahoo.com

I welcome my return to college and will see all of you lovely people soon.

Hugs and Kisses!

Okay, so it’s been a long time since I last let the world know what was happening in my life. Unfortunately, not much has been going on that is important enough to really talk about.

Since the New Year just started not that long ago I would like to state my current list of resolutions:

01) Get above a 3.0 GPA
02) Ace at least one class
03) Not have “relations” with a professor
04) Shop ’til I drop
05) Get a Prada Purse
06) Get the coach of the baseball team to accept cheerleaders onto the field to help out the team because we are very important to their success.
07) Don’t get pregnant
08) Go to at least one Amerks game this season

That’s a good start, don’t you think?

I wish that there was more to talk about, but the holiday month equals a slow social life since all of my friends are busy with family commitments.

Love ya!

The year was 1993. My mothers’ soft and gentle voice had just finished reminding me of the words of Ruth Gillis’ “I Walk Alone But in the Whole”, as was our pre-bedtime ritual.

Having fallen asleep to my mothers’ voice, I did not hear what I would later overhear being told too my father, who had just returned home to find his only child huddled over his wifes’ lifeless and bloody body before calling the police.

“He greeted her here,” the officer said as he pointed towards their bedroom door, a small portion of blood, mixed with skin tissue, still wet to the touch and sliding down towards the floor as he spoke.

“It appears as if he entered through the bedroom window and waited for her to come to bed.” He said.

BANG!!!

My mind raced as the noise ripped through my ears, which were now ringing. I quickly got up, ran towards my bedroom door, opened it and looked down the hall. My mother was laid out on the floor… still… her dead eyes turned in such a way that I felt as though she was calling for me to help her.

As if answering her call I ran too her and, when I reached her, stopped in my tracks. In the doorway was a man, dressed in black. His face was covered, a cruel act performed by a man too afraid to be seen by the person his actions would leave deprived of both a mother and the ability to hear.

BA…!!!

The second shot, hitting my mother for no other purpose then to ensure that she did not get up, was the one that silenced my world. I couldn’t even hear myself crying as I tried to shield my mothers’ body from any further harm with my own, much smaller, frame.

“But darkness came; my love is gone,
My soul is filled with tears.
Now I must face each day alone
In battle with my fears.”

“Listening” to: “The Queen and I” – Gym Class Heroes

My name is Amanda Platt and I was born on November 12th, 1988 in Newark, New York, a very smaaaaaall and borrrrrrrring town located about an hour and a half East of Rochester, New York.

Since I received this computer from my Daddy as a late birthday present in order to make it easier for me to communicate with my friends, I think it only proper that I tell you about myself. Because there is just soooo much that I want to say I will accomplish that task by making different posts in order to make it easier for you, my beautiful audience, to read (you see? I care about you already).

If you can’t tell, I’m a bit of a “stuck up”. My friends know it, my Daddy let’s me know it, so I might as well admit it to all of you. I happen to have a different opinion on the matter in that I believe that I am “sarcastic and stubborn, yet brilliant at the same time”. In most conversations you may not think that I am right, but I am. It’s part of being a girl, I suppose.

“Oh LORD, why did you curse me with such knowledge?”

I live in a double-wide along with my Daddy, my mother died was I was 5 (I will make a post about that later). It’s a nice place and my Daddy takes care of a lot of the chores, but I do most of the cooking – a task that I am getting quite good at as of late.

My likes are: slumber parties, college, soccer, sleeping in, when the leaves change color in fall, pink, baby blue, Christmas, Orlando Bloom, reading, writing, Maroon 5, Nick Lachey, Justin Timberlake, Lindsay Lohan, “Gym Class Heroes” and boys (who were surprisingly “ewwww” just a few years ago).

My dislikes are: old and creepy men, horror movies, getting “stood up” (yes, Brad, I’m talking about you), the word “hate”, P.E., swearing, revenge, people who don’t smile, not enough time to stop and smell the roses, winter, Pamala Anderson, Britney “I don’t like how panties feel” Spears, Paris Hilton, Jessica Simpson and people who think that just because I’m deaf that I don’t know how to read lips.

Well, I believe that I have covered most of the important parts of my life and personality. Next, I will talk about how I lost my hearing and how it has both helped and hindered my life.