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In a text-based world, I'm beautiful. My favorite things in life: *cocoa *hugs *banana paraphernalia (chips, smoothies, ice cream....) *knowing that I am understood. *good pens/pencils *writing down my thoughts *serving *conversations of the deep sort. *spending time with those that I love. *a cleansing bunch of noise once in a while *quiet the rest of the time *blogging my lil heart out *understanding *noticing the little things that generally don't matter. *being just a little bit different *pretending to be a poser "You must do the things you think you cannot do." -Eleanor Roosevelt. This is straightforwardly me. |
| My older brother Jordan has been an Eagle Scout since I was 4. I'm very adjusted to that fact. But my little brother Lank is having his court of honor tomorrow. I'm NOT adjusted to the fact. An Eagle is the highest rank achievable in the Boy Scouts of America. To become this, you complete hours of community service, many required merit badges, even more elective merit badges, years of scouting, good looks, and putting the scout law into practice. And my little brother is receiving his badge tomorrow.  Scout Oath: On my honor, I will do my best to do my duty to God and my country, and obey the scout law; to help other people at all times; to keep myself physically strong, metally awake and morally straight. Scout Law: A scout is trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean and reverent. I'm amazed with him, in all honesty.  |
| i'm just confused because I came home from work last night. I hadn't been abused by customers or coworkers. I didn't have anything wrong with me. But as soon as i got in the apartment i fell on the couch and sobbed. I don't know what my deal is. Most of my closest friends have cried to me before, but I've hardly cried to anyone before. I cry silently at 3am. I do it on my couch while my cold roommates sleep. I do it only alone. When I'm with people, i perk up enough to not NEED to cry. So much for my farce. |
| I don't realize that I'm crushing on someone until after I've already started flirting. Weird... But this guy... The one that I think I like.... I've already managed to send him all the wrong signals: 1. I once gave him my phone number, but it wasn't the right one. 2. I rarely go to parties that he's invited me to. 3. When I managed to give him my real number (my cell), he called me an hour later, but I didn't pick up. 4. I flirt with his best friend more than him. To clear things up: I AM crushing on his best friend. Most definitely. I do this all the time. I like two guys who are best friends. For different reasons, always, but I like both of them. ---------------- I'm now to be known as Ms. Fixit. I am the mender of wheeled vehicles, and I've never had any training. I've fixed both bikes and cars. Everything that I know is common sense and picked up from being around said vehicles. I smell like WD40 and grease. Sexy, eh? Maybe if you're a guy. Girls should smell like musk, hairsprays, perfumes and such. Guys should smell of things like gasoline, WD40, and a few select colognes. I don't like ax. I only kinda like Bod. I don't even like most perfumes for the ladies. What to you think about perfumes/colognes? |
| I know, you're all dying to know all about my winter break. Either that, or you're extremely curious about where I went for 3 weeks. Well, I went home and did dishes. That's really all there is to say about Christmas. When I go home, the place is always a mess. So much so that I can find missing things even though I haven't been there 3 months. In example: Mom wanted to know where the movie Cats was. I told her to look in the blue chair by the TV, under the unfolded clothing and the blanket. How did I know that it was there? Nothing is ever taken care of, and so I knew it must still be there. I go home and I feel as though I'm supposed to be the maid. That I'm required to wash all my dishes (and everyone else's) even though no one else is supposed to. (I wasn't happy, because that was my Christmas job: dishwasher at a fancy restaurant) I dunno. Life at home is crazy. Lank's Eagle court of honor is taking full priority in the mind of my insane mother. Nothing is as important as this; not even the wellbeing of said little brother. So I washed dishes and played the Sims. I hung out with the church girls. I saw a few movies. Things like that. Text books are expensive, for the record. (One class cost me $100 just in books  ) |
| I was told to tell everyone the next time that my upgrade is growing thin... Consider this your official notice. I'm back, by the way. |
| Main Entry: 1fur·lough : a leave of absence from duty granted especially to a soldier; also : a document authorizing such a leave of absence Main Entry: hi·a·tus 1 a : a break in or as if in a material object : GAP <the hiatus between the theory and the practice of the party -- J. G. Colton> b : a gap or passage in an anatomical part or organ 2 a : an interruption in time or continuity : BREAK b : the occurrence of two vowel sounds without pause or intervening consonantal sound Main Entry: 1va·ca·tion 1 : a respite or a time of respite from something : INTERMISSION 2 a : a scheduled period during which activity (as of a court or school) is suspended b : a period of exemption from work granted to an employee for rest and relaxation 3 : a period spent away from home or business in travel or recreation <had a restful vacation at the beach> 4 : an act or an instance of vacating Brought to you by Merriam Webster |
| here's a llama there's a llama and another little llama fuzzy llama funny llama llama llama duck llama llama cheesecake llama tablet brick potato llama llama mushroom llama llama llama duck http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php I was once a tree house I lived in a cake but I never saw the way The orange slayed the rake  I was only three years dead, But I told the tale! Now listen little child To the safety rail. Did you ever see a llama kiss a llama on the llama llama's llama taste of llama llama llama duck. half a llama twice a llama not a llama farmer llama llama in a car alarm a llama llama llama duck is that how it's told now is it oh so old is it made of lemonjuice? doorknob ankle cold now my song is getting thin I've run out of luck time for me to retire now and become a duck |
| I had every intention of studying for exams this semester... So what happened? I alloted myself at least an hour and a half to study for each subject.... I'm supposed to be studying for Spanish right now.... The thing is that I never learned how to study. I actually did 'study' for my logic exam. My studying consisted of me flipping through the book for about 45 minutes. I'll try to study for Spanish. I'll look up hubiera and habria again, see if I can get a better grasp of them. Thanks for caring, loves. |
| I love to pray. Really, I do. There are so many reasons. The one that was revealed to me late last night was this one: You can't put your foot in your mouth with God. No matter how hard you try, He'll understand the intention of the words you use. How wonderful!!! I'm always saying things that I don't mean. (I try to be a witness in those silences when words are not enough...) |
| Ha, I have more fun drunk stories. (not of me being drunk. I've never been drunk. I just laugh at other people who are stupid enough to remain in public after getting smashed) Two drunks were in tonight. Fun times. Both of them were quite interesting. Too tired to go into detail now. Oh, and if you can't tell, my handle is a side-ways Christmas tree |
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