DISCLAIMER: None of the Titans are mine. Neither are the coaches or Emma. Nobody from Remember the Titans is mine. I wish Ryan Hurst was mine...But life goes on... Even without him... *sniffle*
MY NOTES: I saw Ryan on Touched by an Angel last night. He was kinda a redneck, but he still looked really good! Man, did he ever... *sighs* He had a scruffy beard that actually didn't look too bad...In fact, it looked really good. And sideburns suited him pretty well, too. Ah... Well, thanks to the reviewers...
Sunny- I love you, girl! You're the best!
Shan- Thanks! You're right! I can always use support! And I guess this is sorta a journal...
Grace- Yeppie Doodle! I knew that the beautiful Ryan made the 16mm montage. Which was almost as good as the rest of the movie. Especially the car smashing scenes. YEAH! But I didn't really know what to say about the in-between things... I thought about ya' last night when I was watchin' Touched by an Angel. =D
Sheena- I don't know if you'll ever read this, but your review for my ACD made me blush. You are so sweet!
~A Lifelong Decision~
Lord, help me. I don't know what to do. I love Emma so much, and I want to ask her to marry me. But why would she want me? Why now? I'm just a cripple. I won't be any good to her. I don't even know why she stayed with me this long.
Coach Yoast said she loves me. But how would he know? I don't know. Maybe I'm making this more than it is... I just want Emma to have the best outta life. And that ain't me. Not by a long shot.
I guess I'll just... Well, I'll ask her. That's all I can do. The worst she can do is...Nope! I ain't even gonna write it down. I can't even think about it... Then I wont have the nerve.
What's wrong with me? I was a freakin' all-American linebacker. I ain't supposed to get nervous. Maybe I better talk to Julius. Let him slap me...or somethin'. Gah! I don't know... I better quit thinkin'. It's givin' me a dang migraine. :-)
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She said Yes! Whoo-hoo! She said YES! She's gonna marry me! I just smacked myself. I gotta cut out this high school girl stuff. I'm acting like some of those crazy girls acted when Sunshine looked at 'em. Even if it was just by accident. 'Course, I'm gettin' married. I got a right to act like a fool.
Y'know, I'm glad my 9th grade English teacher made us write in a journal. I used to think a journal was something a girl used to write about her favorite boy... But once I started, it became, I don't know, like an addiction. Sometimes this thing keeps me out of trouble. Like, I get really mad, and I just write it down instead of saying something stupid. Unfortunately, most of the time I don't write in it until after I have to cure myself of foot-in-mouth syndrome.
Well, I asked her, and she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Man, her lips were so soft, and she's so... I don't know...She's precious to me. I can't even explain her. And she promised to be my wife.
I can't wait...
~Bertier
MY NOTES: I saw Ryan on Touched by an Angel last night. He was kinda a redneck, but he still looked really good! Man, did he ever... *sighs* He had a scruffy beard that actually didn't look too bad...In fact, it looked really good. And sideburns suited him pretty well, too. Ah... Well, thanks to the reviewers...
Sunny- I love you, girl! You're the best!
Shan- Thanks! You're right! I can always use support! And I guess this is sorta a journal...
Grace- Yeppie Doodle! I knew that the beautiful Ryan made the 16mm montage. Which was almost as good as the rest of the movie. Especially the car smashing scenes. YEAH! But I didn't really know what to say about the in-between things... I thought about ya' last night when I was watchin' Touched by an Angel. =D
Sheena- I don't know if you'll ever read this, but your review for my ACD made me blush. You are so sweet!
~A Lifelong Decision~
Lord, help me. I don't know what to do. I love Emma so much, and I want to ask her to marry me. But why would she want me? Why now? I'm just a cripple. I won't be any good to her. I don't even know why she stayed with me this long.
Coach Yoast said she loves me. But how would he know? I don't know. Maybe I'm making this more than it is... I just want Emma to have the best outta life. And that ain't me. Not by a long shot.
I guess I'll just... Well, I'll ask her. That's all I can do. The worst she can do is...Nope! I ain't even gonna write it down. I can't even think about it... Then I wont have the nerve.
What's wrong with me? I was a freakin' all-American linebacker. I ain't supposed to get nervous. Maybe I better talk to Julius. Let him slap me...or somethin'. Gah! I don't know... I better quit thinkin'. It's givin' me a dang migraine. :-)
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She said Yes! Whoo-hoo! She said YES! She's gonna marry me! I just smacked myself. I gotta cut out this high school girl stuff. I'm acting like some of those crazy girls acted when Sunshine looked at 'em. Even if it was just by accident. 'Course, I'm gettin' married. I got a right to act like a fool.
Y'know, I'm glad my 9th grade English teacher made us write in a journal. I used to think a journal was something a girl used to write about her favorite boy... But once I started, it became, I don't know, like an addiction. Sometimes this thing keeps me out of trouble. Like, I get really mad, and I just write it down instead of saying something stupid. Unfortunately, most of the time I don't write in it until after I have to cure myself of foot-in-mouth syndrome.
Well, I asked her, and she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Man, her lips were so soft, and she's so... I don't know...She's precious to me. I can't even explain her. And she promised to be my wife.
I can't wait...
~Bertier