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[27 Feb 2006|07:53pm] [ mood | aggravated ] [ music | cosmic girl ] my sister just told me that i have to change my myspace background because apparently i'm not the kind of girl that can have multicolored music notes because i'm not scene or emo or something like that. i guess it wasn't enough to like music and pastel colors. what is the world coming to...? 1 be hot.

disgusted [07 Dec 2005|09:18pm] it's been a while, and i mean a really long while since i heard something that made me so disgusted that i wanted to throw up. and it's not like this isn't the first time that somebody has said something like this, but people need to get over it. i've learned that people will do anything to take a good person down, no matter how crazy the rumor, no matter how awful the joke. it's not like they're even around to hear the shit you're saying. so save it. shut up and save all your bullshit for somebody else.  1 be hot.

this is so cute [29 Nov 2005|07:47pm] [ mood | sick ] [ music | franz ferdinand ] In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one. In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls. In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully. In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus. In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-do-ing with Nasty Nicky or Smelly Susan. In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you. In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed. In seventh grade your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had. In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball cards so that your room would be a "high schooler's" room, but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears. In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to that "cool" party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there. In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch. In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you a date to the prom. In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college, assured you that you would get into that college, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go. At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you. The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for college and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to come over and send you off with a hug, a lot of memories, reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved. Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you! just found this.. its adorablee my ladies, you mean the world to me.. be hot.

gobble gobble [24 Nov 2005|10:26am] [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | tie the rope ] happy thanksgiving =) i would draw my famous hand turkey, but sadly i can't do it on the computer. MUCH love <3 be hot.

probably the best song ever [20 Nov 2005|09:50pm] [ mood | ok ] [ music | dar williams - farewell to the old me ] How can I ask love to hold the mystery When just look at me It's all push and pull collateral I don't want to be the one who gets the next surprise I'll plan it out this time Though I used to think that things were meant to be So farewell to the old me Farewell to the old me My life is working better now It's always changing anyhow I danced a lot of nights until the grass was wet It wasn't over yet 'Round 'bout 3 a.m. you made a friend And I followed a lot of vital crazy thoughts Because it's where the meaning was And I tried to find it every other way So farewell to the old me Farewell to the old me My life is getting better now But always changing anyhow But I can turn on the charm Show them nothing more Than what I've done before It's nothing much new But it'll do 'Cause I don't wanna be the one who makes you laugh out loud I wanna make you proud And you always said you knew what I could be So farewell to the old me Farewell to the old me Farewell to the old me My life is working better now But always changing anyhow Time And the old me Farewell to the old me Farewell... i gotta get my shit together and fast... i*t*t*a*g*w*o*f*u*i*i*l*y* be hot.

i am what i am [16 Nov 2005|04:36pm] [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | soul meets body ] sometimes you have to look at yourself and the life you live and just realize that this is me, and i'm not perfect. so what, i like side pony tails and ripped jeans. the postal service makes me happy. i'm scouted and proud of it. i'm a horse geek. i love hot chocolate from starbucks. i love making mixed cds so if you want one - seriously i'll make one for you. give me music and i'm in heaven. i can't stop singing. i dance down the hallways. chamber choir completes me. my favorite song is summer jam. i'm injured, but that doesn't stop me. i work hard and i like to chill. yeah i have an obsession with coach bags. i cheer a little loud for my football player. i quit the gymnastics team. riding is my life. i love anything that sparkles. i'm your biggest fan. there's no use in trying to break a broken person. don't think that you can hold me down. i am what i am. soul meets body - death cab = = = amazingg be hot.

. . . [14 Nov 2005|02:49pm] [ mood | =) ] [ music | this place is a prison ] yesterday was pretty much one of the best days ever. i love that boy... be hot.

[03 Nov 2005|10:30pm] [ music | comfortable ] i got scouted for the national equestrian talent search. its exciting. my pony sold, thats a bummer. goodbye to you goodbye to everything that i knew you were the one i loved the one thing that i tried to hold on to... be hot.

. [18 Oct 2005|07:44pm] [ mood | bored ] [ music | square one - coldplay ] homecoming was absolutely amazing.. i had the best time ever with my best friends =) my class rank is 184 =/ bummer so i decided that im gonna work really really hard to get that up cause i wanna be in the top 90. i've been doing alot of thinking lately about everything. and i want my ankle x-rayed. look at my webshots or something, and make me one of your favorites cause i know you want to. the end. be hot.

[05 Oct 2005|10:09pm] [ mood | crushed ] [ music | comfortable ] i love gymnastics team... end of story i love chamber choir... end of story isnt it wierd how you try to hold onto something that isnt even there anymore, or how you always promise yourself "we'll keep in touch" or "next weekend" but no, it never happens. once they're gone they're gone. and its something you have to face i guess, no matter what happened in the past. you cant drag them into your old drama, or go on about your daily routine because nothings the same anymore. things have changed, or maybe its people that change... sometimes i think back and wonder hmm, if only things were different. or i wonder if maybe i had made this phone call or if i had stopped by when i was in town i couldve reminded myself of how things used to be or how could things are when were together. its funny you know, you forget how much somebody means to you. you dont know what you have until its gone. shit just doesnt even mean anything to you anymore, youve become numb to every favorite song every favorite joke every favorite place. you cant fill the place in your heart, you cant give your heart away when its not even whole to start with. its wierd you know, sometimes you forget that theyre gone or you dont realize until somebody brings them up in conversation. they say, 'you must really miss him'. you find yourself telling all those stories of how they were there for you, and now when you need someone the most they cant be there. cause they didnt see what happened in the hallway, and they dont know who hooked up with who, and they dont that you dont have a date for homecoming. they dont know you sprained your ankle, that youre trying something new, that you picked where your going for college. but at the same time you dont know anything either. you forget how much you actually miss them and you think to yourself, nah they dont wanna be bothered with the girl back home so why bother keeping in touch. but maybe we all should because someday theyre gonna be really gone. so i guess everything im saying is, that i regret not keeping in touch as much as i should. maybe i should try harder. maybe you should try harder. maybe you dont miss me at all. maybe you do. maybe i dont care, or im pretending that i dont to hide the fact that id kill to get a fone call. maybe im nothing, the way ive been. wouldnt it be nice to just hang out? suddenly its all hit me realizing that out of the few that do know whats going on, the person who cares the most about you is in the dark, and its probably my fault. for not calling, cause im scared you dont care. its the worst feeling in the entire world. - just dont ask questions. 4 be hot.

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