tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62514020986862495002009-06-12T12:46:47.019-07:00X O X OEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-67543874299742794912009-06-11T13:12:00.000-07:002009-06-11T21:52:37.601-07:00This love is difficult but it's real<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">I keep waiting for you but you never come; is this in my head? I don't know what to think. He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Marry me Juliet, you'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I really know.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">I love Taylor Swift <3</span></b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Almost as much as I love textsfromlastnight.com ha ha</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">(618): id fuck shawn from boy meets world only if we could name the baby topanga.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">xoxo</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-6754387429974279491?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-29661433075380948092009-06-06T19:18:00.000-07:002009-06-11T21:51:29.576-07:00We'll meet again someday<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">A week ago, on May 27th, one of my cousins passed away. He overdosed (we think, the official report hasn't even been released yet) on heroin and a mixture of other drugs. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">I usually only saw him a few times a year, holidays and such, and whenever he did my piercings for me. We were never close, but we were always family, and I think my mom put it best when she said how every year she looked forward to his company when the family got together because he was always so funny and welcoming. It didn't actually matter if you were his best friend or just a customer at the shop, he was always kind. So even though I know that when people die, it's not really goodbye for forever, and that they truly are at rest and okay, it is hard for me to understand that he's gone.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">The service was really beautiful, but watching his family carry the casket out at the end and hearing the bagpipes, and then seeing my cousin and the rest of the family cry... so sad.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">I don't remember any words that were spoken during the service, it's kind of a blur, but I do take comfort in the fact that wherever he is, we'll meet again. I know death is just a part of the journey that everyone goes through, but...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">I will really miss you. Whenever our family gets together, I think everyone will be thinking that something is missing. It just won't be the same without you there. I love you, and wherever you are, rest in peace. Goodbye for now.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">April 5, 1980- May 27, 2009</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-2966143307538094809?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-91869971629894305052009-06-01T12:18:00.000-07:002009-06-12T12:34:59.482-07:00We belong together now, forever united here somehow<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Life as of 6.1.09</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I've been with CJ for over 6 months, yay =] There have definitely been ups & downs but I think we're really good together.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">My job has been going so well this past month and a half, I just love the kids in my room. Especially the twins. I know I play favorites, it's just so hard not to... =]</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I'll be 20 in like two months.. what a downer birthday. So close to 21 and yet so far. I think I just want to go somewhere for the weekend, like a trip to Flagstaff with my boyfriend and then like a dinner with friends. Low-key. Maybe a river trip too...the best time you'll never remember :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I found out Boston got his girlfriend pregnant. It's weird, thinking he is going to be a dad. To me, he'll always just be the biker from Boston who loves Jack Daniels. I guess everyone grows up!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Maybe I'll remember to update this more than twice a year. It's not like anyone reads it, but it's fun to read the things I thought x amount of months ago and realize how much I've changed :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">xoxo</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-9186997162989430505?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-45603201923986860162008-12-12T16:17:00.000-08:002009-06-11T18:42:49.071-07:00=]<span class="text"><span style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;">"When you start to think about him & how he makes you laugh & how he makes you feel when you're around him, you realize you care about him more than you thought you did." </span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;">My life... </span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;">new boyfriend.</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;">christmas.</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;">no school for a month.</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;">bubble baths & take the cake ice cream.</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;">life is good.</span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;">peace & happiness, I'll post resolutions soon!</span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;">xoxo</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-4560320192398686016?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-41742035925546750402008-11-07T16:29:00.001-08:002009-06-12T12:32:19.148-07:00Hm nothing important<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">I feel like my life always goes back and forth, I can never just pick one thing. It's so frustrating.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family:courier new;">But, I am SO excited Obama won. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">I gave my presentation today though and I think I did a good job. I love powerpoint, they're fun to make haha.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">I have a new job, at my favorite store, which means SHOPPING TIME! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">peace & love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:24px;"><b><br /></b></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-4174203592554675040?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-87060423620904713702008-10-09T17:57:00.000-07:002009-06-12T12:33:02.337-07:00Love<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I LIKE THIS QUOTE :)</span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:GoudyOlSt BT;"><span style="color:#0000bf;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:verdana;">"The greatest irony of love; loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right, and finding out you love someone right after that person walks out of your life. And sometimes, you think you're already over a person, but when you see them smile at you, you'll suddenly realize that you're just pretending to be over them, just to ease the pain of knowing that they will never be yours again. For some, they think that letting go is one way of expressing how much they love that person. Some are afraid to see the one they love being held by someone else. Most relationships tend to fail not because the absence of love. Love is always present. It's just that one was being loved too much and the other was being loved too little. As we all know, the heart is the center of the body, but it beats on the left. Maybe that's the reason why the heart is not always right. Most often we fall in love with the person we think we love only to discover that for them, we are just for passing time while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger. So here's a piece of advice; let go when you're hurting too much, give up when love isn't enough, and move on when things are not like before. For sure there is someone out there who will love you even more."</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">XOXO</span></span><br /></span></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-8706042362090471370?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-81142227783509492992008-10-01T17:14:00.000-07:002009-06-12T12:33:41.746-07:00You get what you put in and people get what they deserve.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_snpvpU6y5pU/SOQTEVXhvPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/O_natC_MnB0/s1600-h/kidrock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_snpvpU6y5pU/SOQTEVXhvPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/O_natC_MnB0/s320/kidrock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252344030597070066" border="0" /> </a><span style=" color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;">So this past Sunday was the Kid Rock concert! I love listening to his music live, and the concert was so fun :)</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';color:#993399;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-8114222778350949299?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-9394141789306698792008-09-11T21:12:00.000-07:002008-09-11T21:14:39.250-07:009.11.01<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Never</span><wbr style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> forge</span><wbr style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">t what happe</span><wbr style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">ned seven</span><wbr style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> years</span><wbr style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> ago today</span><wbr style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Maybe</span><wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> you disag</span><wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ree with the thing</span><wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">s our gover</span><wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">nment</span><wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> does,</span><wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> or the way thing</span><wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">s were handl</span><wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ed , or the war we'</span><wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">re in right</span><wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> now, but in my opini</span><wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">on, put that aside</span><wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> for a momen</span><wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">t and just remem</span><wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ber all the peopl</span><wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">e who were lost that day.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">The peopl</span><wbr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">e who never</span><wbr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> got to come home from work that night</span><wbr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">, never</span><wbr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> got to see their</span><wbr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> moms,</span><wbr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> dads,</span><wbr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> husba</span><wbr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">nds, wives</span><wbr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> again</span><wbr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">. Remem</span><wbr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">ber the survi</span><wbr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">vors,</span><wbr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> too, and the peopl</span><wbr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">e out there</span><wbr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> who lost someo</span><wbr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">ne.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Just remem</span><wbr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ber ♥</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Suppo</span><wbr style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">rt the troop</span><wbr style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">s&</span><wbr style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">belie</span><wbr style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">ve that there</span><wbr style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> can be an end.</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-939414178930669879?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-56070105577280324672008-09-03T15:14:00.000-07:002009-06-11T18:06:57.998-07:00Now if she touches like this, will you touch her right back<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">I'm SINGLE and so excited! I had to break things off with him yesterday; maybe I'm too high maintenance, but I believe if you're not 100% happy and crazy about each other, there's no point. I've considered cheating more than once, which is sort of a sign I probably shouldn't be tied down. I just want to have fun and kiss a lot of boys, what can I say. Life is good :)<br /><br />Except for being sick. But I made it through pilates today, so I think I'll be better soon. I'm not as tired and weak as I have been these past few days.<br /><br />Pedicures with the fam this Friday, I'm pretty psyched. My new piercing is super cute, I love it.<br /><br />What else... eh, I guess that's all for now!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-5607010557728032467?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-33479506018289287782008-08-29T08:04:00.000-07:002008-08-29T08:05:50.089-07:00Woke up to the sound of pouring rain, washed away a dream of you<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">But nothing else could ever take you away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">cause you'll always be my dream come true</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">-Skid Row </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><3</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-3347950601828928778?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-49959196611682184322008-08-21T11:48:00.000-07:002009-06-11T18:00:04.787-07:00Every rose... ha ha <3<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">I have almost all of my books for school, my backpack, folders, notebooks, pens, etc. New clothes. New bedding for my room... which was more impulsive than anything. I sent my thank you card. Signed up for my dance class. Started this year's planner. I think I'm set for this school year, or at the very least this semester.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> And baby the way you make my world go 'round</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Hmm. Last night also made me miss partying as much as I used to.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">“My favorite gift I’ve ever received is a flask. I think giving someone a flask is a nice way of saying: ‘Hey you seem like a drunk on the go. You strike me as needing hard liquor at all times… thanks… This would be good for you in your car.’”</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">-Jim Gaffigan</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Tonight at 7:oopm is...</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;">POISON</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;">!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_snpvpU6y5pU/SLHdKG3XtMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nHRoaosp-sk/s1600-h/poison.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_snpvpU6y5pU/SLHdKG3XtMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nHRoaosp-sk/s320/poison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238211007319880898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-4995919661168218432?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-87224771455876332122008-08-10T15:12:00.000-07:002009-06-12T12:36:24.705-07:00Just some general updates...<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">My 19th birthday was AMAZING! Sea World was so much fun, and just spending time at the beach was so relaxing :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Sad part: On the ferry coming back from Coronado Island, we detoured into the Navy base at North Island (or something like that, I don't remember it's exact name), and this young guy came on and sat by my mom and us on the ferry. They made small talk, he was 20, from Misouri, hated sharing a room with 39 guys. He was going to play poker with friends before he had to report back at 6am. We all got off, and went separate ways... I turned back to see him, and he was turned around too looking at me. I turned back, then turned around again he was still looking. But then he was lost in the crowd =/ I'll probably never know his name, or what happened to him... but I don't think I'll ever forget watching him leave. I can't explain it. I didn't even really think he was cute, he was just one of those people where you want to know their story. If that makes sense.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">In other news.. birthday cosmos were super fun. I think I drank 4 nights in a row. I love vacation.<br /><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">It was so nice to see my grandma & some of my friends when we got back, though. I missed them so much.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">What else... school in two weeks. Need to buy books pronto. Hmm and a new backpack I think. And new school outfits. Busy busy.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> James Franco is so cute. </span><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_snpvpU6y5pU/SKESUbKsyII/AAAAAAAAAAc/jiFpHdpCrrs/s1600-h/jamesfranco.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_snpvpU6y5pU/SKESUbKsyII/AAAAAAAAAAc/jiFpHdpCrrs/s320/jamesfranco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233484384080545922" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-8722477145587633212?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-86185669678285303512008-07-15T11:29:00.000-07:002009-06-11T17:54:48.093-07:00If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family:verdana;">Just as long as you were with me when the cold winds blow.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Life is amazing. I don't think I have one thing to complain about, except maybe work, but in about 3 weeks I start working just one day a week, so I think that problem will resolve itself soon. I just spend too much time there.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">"<span style="font-family:arial;">That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that it will go away all at the same time.</span>" I want that! Ha ha I need to stop watching romantic comedies.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">On top of all that, school starts soon! The fall semesters have always been my favorite. </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">Going to school in the cold,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"> </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">counting down til Christmas,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"> </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">listening to holiday music on the way to school.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"> </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">Wearing jeans and Uggs and trying to stay comfortable and warm.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"> This semester shouldn't be too difficult at all, one class is an exercise one, another is online, and my lab is Bio 100, which, really, can't be too hard after getting a B in 187.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Oh, for my birthday I'm getting the entire <span style="font-size:130%;">Sex and the City</span> series on DVD. Plus I'm going to the Poison concert, and San Diego. I love my <span style="font-weight: bold;">birthday</span> :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">xoXOxo</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-8618566967828530351?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-55904879061842126452008-06-17T21:33:00.000-07:002009-06-11T17:52:43.693-07:00I don't know what this is, cuz you got me good<span style=" color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;">Just like you knew you would.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">I'm excited.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">So far for the week of house-sitting, we have pj night, dress up night, and <span style="font-size:130%;">margarita night</span>. I CAN'T frickin wait, this is gonna be so fun with the girls <3</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">I bought a new bra today from VS... super psyched to wear a tube top now with the new strapless bra. I also need to wear my new dress... <span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>:)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">I have a really runny nose and I think I'm getting a cold, but oh well. No time for colds. Thank god for cold pills with sleep stuff in them, because I definitely need a good night's sleep.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">XOXO<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;"><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-5590487906184212645?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-37771913489528950092008-05-25T13:16:00.000-07:002009-06-11T17:33:05.158-07:00I see those Jimmy Choos, those Vera Wangs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_snpvpU6y5pU/SDnKoirf89I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UF1_-1f2zF0/s1600-h/Chanel_logo.PNG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_snpvpU6y5pU/SDnKoirf89I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UF1_-1f2zF0/s320/Chanel_logo.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204413642256151506" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I got my Coach purse two days ago. I am officially in love with all things </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;">Chanel</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> and </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;">Coach</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">. Next paycheck I'm buying Coach shoes I'm pretty sure. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">I got a bikini wax with my friend yesterday, and while it will eventually be worth it, it's still</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); ">effin sore</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">. </span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Guys have it so easy.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Last night was my first night closing at the store, and it was really fun. After the minors leave and the store is closed, everyone gets to talk and joke around, and I'm actually really happy to be working there again. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Tomorrow is Memorial Day, which means hamburgers and swimming! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;">5 days til Sex and the City <3</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">xoXOxo</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-3777191348952895009?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-71414673686814174632008-05-19T19:25:00.000-07:002009-06-11T17:32:26.933-07:00"Why yes, I do clowning for a living"<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">So I was watching MTV True Life today, and it was about people who have embarrassing parents. One girl's mom and dad were... <span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;">clowns</span>. Their whole house was decorated with clown crap; <span style="font-family:courier new;">posters, pillows, statues, paintings.</span> It was unreal. The girl had a party, and her parents were dressed normal until they went out to get pizzas. When they came back, they had a bunch of their creepy clown friends with them and they were ALL in full clown gear. Just tell me <span style="font-size:180%;">what kind of person wants to be a clown</span>. Explain please, because I don't get it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">..........</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Today it was over a hundred degrees in Phoenix. It's MAY. I am SO jealous of people who live in like Canada right now.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">XOXO</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-7141467368681417463?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-29740005323068291242008-05-09T16:53:00.000-07:002009-06-12T12:38:50.638-07:00Lil Wayne is stuck in my head<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">I put together the best </span><span style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;">Mother's Day</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">present for my mom. I'm so excited to give it to her!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Oh my goodness, so last night. J came by to say hi [</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">and drop off some Malibu</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">], and he hugged me a few times, but something was weird. I know he was thinking about when he used to <span>kiss me</span> like that. Well, I'm sure he was, because he texted me that like 2 seconds after I walked inside. I know we would never work dating. We have a good friendship, I like that we both know each other so well. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I found my</span> [<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">shocking pin</span>k</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">]</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">nail polish, finally, so my nails match what they used on my pedicure!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I have to babysit, which means </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">free food</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> and</span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">c</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;">l</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">o</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">w</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">n</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">paranoia. I hope an</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">America's Next Top Model </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">marathon is on! </span></span></span><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">XOXO</span><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-2974000532306829124?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-24634956353004055392008-05-08T17:14:00.000-07:002009-06-12T12:39:55.679-07:00I'll keep you locked in my head, until we meet again.<span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">First of all, <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;">Cinco de Mayo</span> was insane. C and C make the <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">best shots in the world</span>. Lots of drama went down, but on the upside... it was a good night for me :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family:courier new;">So this one person is still stuck in my head. I had a dream about him the other night, it was super weird. I might send him an email... and see what he says about the thing on the 22nd. Maybe I'll go. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;">XOXO</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-2463495635300405539?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-91824234245573204052008-04-27T11:52:00.000-07:002009-06-12T12:44:11.860-07:00Nothing's greater than the rush that comes with your embrace<span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">So I ran out of books to read... and then I decided to clean out my cabinet. I saw my neatly stacked pile of </span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Harry Potter</span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span>books, and then I remembered that I needed to reread the 7th one, since I forgot some of the details.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">So I started to read it again. And then I remembered my favorite fanfiction between</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Sirius</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">/</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">someone I forgot</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">, and</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Harry</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">/</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Hermione</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">, and went to find that. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">And then. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire was on TV last night.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Harry Potter is everywhere. Last night my mom asked a question about the movie, and I kept talking and talking and she was just like... how many times have you read the books? haha :)</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">The Cinco De Mayo party is really soon, I'm so excited!<br /><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">But, I had to pay</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">$280</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">for 2008-2009 parking pass. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">I also bought a $30</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">fruit </span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">enzyme</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">face mask</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">, so I'm pretty excited to get that in the mail. Along with the</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Victoria's Secret</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">clothes I keep buying. I need a job, really bad.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">I'm not responsible.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">I also have a final tomorrow. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">XOXO</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-9182423424557320405?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-35683937502991133492008-04-23T22:27:00.000-07:002009-06-12T12:44:56.973-07:00Oh my gosh!<span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">How about some updates?</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;">1) SEX AND THE CITY MOVIE is almost out and I can't wait!</span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;">2) I broke up with the boyfriend back in February, and have since almost broken up three or four relationships because guys are pathetic, but thankfully I'm not that skanky.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">3) Cinco do Mayo party is coming up, and there's going to be SO much tequila.. </span> </span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;">4) I was at this party on Saturday, and to make a long story short, this guy was into me. He had an awful sense of humor, like really not funny at all, but I decided to go outside with him because he "really needed to talk to me." He was drunk, and decided that a better option would be to make out with me, despite his Salsa Verde dorito breath. I moved my head, which is when he decided to make out with my ear. Tongue and all. It was nasty. When I decided to crash on the floor, since it was like 3 in the morning, he took it upon himself to lay next to me, which is when I loudly said "We are NOT cuddling all night, get off of me and GO." Stupid.</span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;">5) This is the most important update of all. Remember from my old blog, the teacher I had a huge crush on? I ran into him yesterday. He recognized me, and got my attention, even though I was a huge creeper and like, stared at the back of his head for ten minutes prior. It really made me miss him. We talked for like a half hour, and he mentioned again that if I ever needed help with anything, I was always welcome to stop by his classroom. We hugged, and chit-chatted, etc; it was totally fun to catch up. I think he's one crush that I will never get over. Ha ha god that's retarded.</span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;">6) I'm going to the Poison concert for my birthday! I got way into Rock of Love 2, and since Poison is on tour this summer... I will definitely be there.</span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:arial;">7) Freshman year of college is almost over... wow. That's really incredible. I'm really liking college, probably too much. </span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;">8) I spent 30 hours in a kindergarten classroom for one of my teaching classes, and I have to say, I'm very excited to be a teacher. Mamacita! <3 face="arial" style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">9) 301 money... smart schools... CADAVERS?! </span><br /><br /><span style=" color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;">10) I wonder what's in store for the future. This summer, sophomore year, the rest of my life. I'm going to be 19 soon. There's stuff I need to do.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">-</span><span style=" color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;">Go to Amsterdam, Germany, etc.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">-</span><span style=" color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;">Finish college and find a teaching job :)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">-</span><span style=" color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;">Learn a new language. Italian.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">-</span><span style=" color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;">But lots of Chanel things. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">-Kids</span><span style=" color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;">. If I have twins, I'm naming them Coco and Chanel.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">-</span><span style=" color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;">Go <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">GREEN</span>. Be a vegetarian. Maybe.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">-</span><span style=" color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;">and the list goes on...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">PEACE AND LOVE XOXO</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-3568393750299113349?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-26407189094412991652007-12-07T08:47:00.000-08:002007-12-07T08:57:14.019-08:00December 7th, 1997<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Was the day that he died. I remember going to school the day after that, and hearing James and Cary say that he was killed, but why would I trust two 8 year old boys? It wasn't until we got to class, and Ms. B handed out the letter from the principal saying that he had died, that I had to believe it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">It's a weird feeling. He was the only one who didn't die; what if, when him and his brothers were getting in the car, he sat somewhere else, even just a seat over. What if the driver who hit them remembered he needed gas, and went to get that instead of driving right into their car. What if.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">He was the first person I can remember having a crush on. For the entire beginning of third grade, he would tease me all the time during recess, and I'd be a brat right back, but wow I loved the attention from him. He sat next to me for awhile during class, and when he did, I never paid attention to the teacher. I'd help him cut paper to make confetti, or re-lace his sneakers, because he'd never be paying attention either, and we'd always get in trouble together.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">I wonder what he would be like today. He'd be 18, graduated. I wonder how he would have done in middle and then high school. I wonder who he would have dated, where he would have worked. He never got to grow up and get married, or have his own family. Never got to drive a car, or have a myspace, or go on a date. Kiss a girl. He shouldn't have died that day. We should have grown up together, all through high school.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">I will never forget him. This day will always be hard for me, but I just have to keep telling myself that he's in heaven, and he's safe. Maybe he gets to look down occasionally and see his family, or me, if he remembers.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">10.29.1989-12.7.1997</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-2640718909441299165?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-6794537282995825442007-12-02T15:00:00.000-08:002009-06-11T17:21:37.784-07:00I love December.<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Because I get chocolate every morning. Thanks advent calendar.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">My Christmas shopping is almost done, the cookies are baked, my room is clean, finals are almost over. Life is good.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I guess that's about it, this blog was pointless. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-679453728299582544?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-57119988429540300182007-11-27T12:19:00.001-08:002009-06-11T17:20:58.582-07:00Hello.<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">If you read this blog, either regularly, occasionally, or never except for right now, leave a comment. Just for fun.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I always wondered who does...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">If no one leaves anything in, oh, two weeks, I'm never posting again because I'll be too depressed.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">jk. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /></span><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I decorated my room for the holidays. There are ornaments and garland everywhere, it's so pretty =]</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-5711998842954030018?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-283311598798849692007-11-12T16:27:00.000-08:002009-06-11T17:19:37.178-07:00I think...<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">I'm going to scream. Last Friday my lymph nodes were swollen [</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">horrible sign</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">], I was pale and faint [<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">more bad signs</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">], and completely exhausted. SO luckily I got a last minute Dr's appointment, because if I hadn't I would have </span><span style=" color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;">gone on a nice trip to the ER</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">, and after two urine tests and a </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">million</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> failed attempts to get my blood, they were finally successful and everyone thinks I have mono again.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">...life sucks.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">But tomorrow school starts again, and I still haven't done my psych research, or finished my research paper, or studied for the test Wed, or.. I'm so behind, I just want to sleep.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-28331159879884969?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251402098686249500.post-59395697005002659402007-11-08T11:37:00.000-08:002009-06-11T17:18:33.940-07:00So stressed. No fun title.<span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">It's time to start thinking about the holidays. That means decorating, making cookies, and buying presents. Oh boy. If I can add right, there's only like 47 shopping days left until Christmas. I need to get a move on.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I need to finish my 8-10 page research paper, sign up for psychology research, write my oppressed populations paper in APA style, and learn all about the philosophies that I texted through during class.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I also need to find a job, preferably one with nice, flexible hours that doesn't require much work and pays a lot.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">....hello holiday season 2007.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251402098686249500-5939569700500265940?l=trueloveiseverything.blogspot.com'/></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02019396290699105679noreply@blogger.com0