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[Oct. 26th, 2008|12:26 pm] |
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not so much. i need to 'grieve' but i cannot. |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2008|07:41 pm] |
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"whats your favorite band?"
"we the kings"
nonsenseical chatting
...minutes later....
"whoa, I was just kidding. Brand New is the only band that speaks to my soul. I think they made me cry once"
true story. It's funny how once your life changes, you see/feel/think things differently.
this is good.
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[Jul. 25th, 2008|09:48 pm] |
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gahhh.
bored with life again.
whoop.
"make that lolli pop
ooooooOOOoooooo" |
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[Apr. 16th, 2008|04:44 pm] |
to do list :
1. Learn to bite my tongue.
2. Stop cussing. (I already have the rubberband around my wrist....effort)
3. Learn to bite my tongue.
4. Relax. I'm so focused on growing up and being a mature adult that I feel like i lost something.
5. Sign up for 18 credit hours in english. Sign up for 12 credit hours & have fun.
6. Learn to bite my tongue.
7. Keep the people who treat me right around. But not take the other peoples poor attitude personally.
8. Leave my problems at the door. Beat up my pillow or have a good cry....and get over it. sheesh
I took a personal day today. I layed out by the pool with Lauren. We talked about cheer, our bitchiness, our need to learn when to bite our toungue, school and boys. We're very much alike, and when its good, its good. She made me realize that pushing through life as fast as possible has alot more cons then pros. So, I took a proactive step and dropped two classes that i was going to be taking as ASU. ha. Hopefully, when i start teaching i will still want to teach, because im at the point now where i just want to quit....And i just dont know how in the world i got there. whoops.
I'm 19. So what if i graduate with the other 19 year olds(im a year ahead) that just puts me with the average and normal...Plus i might actually like what i do if i just slow the heck down....ballin
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9. Pick my battles. |
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[Apr. 8th, 2008|06:12 pm] |
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"I can't be blond. It's just not who I am"
I slowly open one eye. Then the other.
My hair isn't blond. It's caramel. It's warm caramel with streaks of honey and the tiniest threads of gold. As I move my head it shimmers.
It's beautiful. I might cry.
The Undomestic Goddess by Sophie Kinsella |
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