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OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.



About
Name: Mallory Kate Jacks
Birthday: Febuary 11
Color: Red
Music: all that is good and easily recollected
Call: Veritas Vincit
Purpose: To give a completely honest review
of the life of yours truly.
Honesty is my policy.
Without honesty their is no truth.
Without truth I find no reason to live.
I find no reason to continue my search for "home".
So let us live on and continue gasping for breath.
"Love all, serve all, and create no sorrow".


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I love the way God works, but not the way I work.
Saturday, February 03, 2007 6:46 PM
My sister and her husband (my brother-in-law) came into town tonight. It was a needed surprise. I miss them so much.

After picking me up at my dads house, we made a quick stop at Kroger and then made our way to my moms house. From there we got settled in and had chili and hotdogs. As my mom was cleaning up Lyndsay, Dan (Silver, btw), and Myself started talking about how we have been trying to reach each other over the internet (via searching the internet *myspace, facebook, blogger etc). It was quite frustrating but its amazing how God brings us together through the smallest things. Like I said, I have missed them and its frustrating not being able to hold a conversation or even just took a look at whats going on in there lifes.

I was planning on going to see Meg & Dia tonight, but Keith (dad) wouldnt let that happen. Meg & Dia are nothing compared to seeing your favorite sister and brother-in-law. Im exstatic and blessed to have a God send them here when I really needed them.


Now, on the other hand.
I really dont know what to think of people, I really dont know what to think of myself. I hate that someone could say something to me and then turn around and say the exact same thing to someone else. Okay, I understand, the statement could be true, me and the "someone else" could have the same character and could be alike. I dont like being a like. I like being an individual (though its hard in the world of teenagers I survive in today). But this is a totally different subject and the fact of the matter is, its not fair to my feelings to say something to me (and i totally believe that it is from their heart) and then turn around and say the exact same thing to another person (probably more).

I dont really like pointing things out in people (though i do it often) because then, of course ill over think it. Then turn the whole thing around on myself and
point the exact thing out on myself. So then Im a hypocrite, once again.

I really do think to much (more than i get credit for), and its probably not healthy.

I love the way God works but, not the way I work. So He must work through me. He is my beauty.

-MK

Little wispers
The things they tell me
Who I am
Who Im supposed to be
I blame these words
On other voices
When it is only me