tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60722026893713149382011-12-11T09:33:26.262-08:00Your good nature will bring you happiness- fortune cookieChristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02421186105357735733noreply@blogger.comBlogger3791100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072202689371314938.post-86063593678022791792011-12-09T23:54:00.000-08:002011-12-10T00:01:14.372-08:00

I have been back in California for almost two months, and boy does it feel like it! Since I sold my car last October I have been walking, using the bus and bumming rides to the places I need to be. It's tempting to go out and buy a car sometimes but I feel like I would be disappointed in myself. I love taking the bus and I love forcing myself into situations that I would never experience if I had

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Everyday that I work I am asked what I do. Obviously, I am a host in a restaurant...in Wyoming They want more than that. They want to know what I do outside of hosting. Am I a student? Did I graduate? Where do I live? Depending on who is asking the question, the answer can go either of two ways: -I am a college student and have about a year left. I'm studying Human Development -I am taking time

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While being out completely on my own the past few months I have learned quite a bit. I have learned how to speak up for myself  while at the very same time how to let things go. As a wwoofer I was given the opportunity to see life in a whole new way. I experienced many things that I would have never even known existed. Making food, sharing space, working hard, and having conversation with so

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It's official. My week at Deer Creek Farm in Sheridan, Oregon has come to an end. Tomorrow I'll be driven to Salem and be on my way back to Southern California. It's not a trip I'm looking forward to, but a trip that I know I can enjoy. After a day on a bus being home will be nice, but I'm glad I'll only be there to enjoy it for a few days, because any longer and I'll go slightly insane. Things

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me and Brewster Patty and Scott are great company to have, I'm beyond glad they are here to hang out and help feed the animals with me. They are wonderful people who have funny vulgar mouths and love to cook. Today Patty and I hung out all morning. I made oatmeal and watched Criminal Minds while snuggling with the cats and dogs. Then I took out the piles of trash from inside the house to

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Now in Oregon, my life for the week is that of an Alpaca/Mini Horse farmer. I have spent my days so far cleaning out horse stalls, staring at Alpacas and running away from one of their evil llama's named Smokey. Marguerite and Matt, the owners of the farm, are amazing and fun and feed me chips and wine, which I do not mind at all. My first day on the farm I got to learn feeding schedules. I was

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Working on the goat farm has been nothing but fun since I arrived late January. I've gained muscle, farm know-how, a greater lust for life, and many wonderful memories with wonderful people and animals. I have tested myself with the elements and managed to keep a smile on my face when it was dark and rainy for days at a time.   Waking up at 5:30 to do an outdoor shift in the 30 degree rainy

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 Enjoying the great Northwestern sunshine listening to Mazzy Star with my two wonderful friends, Arrow and Cedar. I couldn't possibly think of a better way to spend an afternoon!

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Last night I didn't sleep well. All I could think of was digging a hole for my little Annie pup. Her body has been in a bag laying in the hamper bed since Marcia brought her back from the vet's office. So, even though I didn't have a morning shift today I still found myself very much awake and in a manic state. The hole. I need to dig the hole. I needed to dig my hole before the other pups found

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"I'm going to go check on the goats," said Marcia. Ten minutes later Marcia comes back running to get me. A baby goat had been born and was discovered by Marcia when she went to 'check on the goats'. Baby goats are the most adorable thing EVER. They're born with their little hooves first, then a little nose/mouth/tongue combo and BAM! Baby goat on the floor. I ran to the barn with Marcia and

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I just found out that Annie died at the vets this morning at four. They think it's because of the vaccine which was given to her as an eight way. Which means they injected eight different vaccines into her in one big jumbo shot and it wrecked her body and destroyed her life. Instead of being a cute a puppy that gets to hop about, chase chickens and live a long life like all of her other brother

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Tomorrow I have been here for two weeks and boy, does it feel like a lot longer than that. Being on a farm means you have to change the way you think. Not every animal is a pet or wants to be pet for that matter. Not every animal can be your friend, and as much as farming is fun, it is also a job and you have to think business to stay successful. Here at this farm I have already encountered

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I have arrived at my new adventure site! I call it GOAT FARM! And as long as I'm not being chased by the evil turkeys (that tend to linger outside my door) everything is hunkydory! I get to milk, process the milk, feed the animals, clean stalls, make homemade meals, and soon will be starting to garden! The best part of it all is that no matter what I'm doing there is always an animal around to

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So I took the train up the coast from Los Angeles, CA to Seattle, WA and I must say I feel my trip was rather successful. First off, my seat was the roomiest because I was in the first row of seats in my car. CHING! Second off, the first 13 hours and last 8 hours I didn't have a seat partner. And thirdly I had a lot of amazing (and many first time) experiences! Such as? Being offered pills, pot

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Every so often I see my dad. Today happened to be one of those days because the 'every so oftens' also usually correlates with a special event or holiday. If you have been keeping up with my life then you will know that soon will be a special event (me leaving school and the state) and my personal holiday (birthday) So, naturally, it was time to see my dad. We began the night by meeting at his

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First off, I get to keep Zayda! It took almost losing him to another family for reality to hit my mom that if he goes away he doesn't live here anymore! I'm glad it's working out that he gets to live with my mom permanently now and that I can go off on my way knowing he is somewhere safe and loving. My entire family loves him and many people check into the house to play with him during the week.

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Responsibility. Just over a year ago I was blessed with my new best friend named Zayda. He has four legs with four fluffy paws, a bushy tail, cute beady eyes and a tongue that graces your hand or face right when you need it. He needed a home and I swooped in and gave him one. Yet however much I may have helped him, I feel selfish that I didn't give him a home that could have kept him for the

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some may call it puppy love...

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All right, then, I'll go to hell. -Mark Twain

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 He's nice. He's cuddly. He gives me puppy kisses. And he loves meeeeeee He may not be the brightest puppy, but he's my puppy. :)

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Yesterday I attempted to make a sandwich. I was inspired by the ever "ahhh" inducing sights and smells of a turkey melt. Like the ones commonly pictured in your local sandwich shop, or restaurant. You would think that creating a melt would be a simple business. Take some toast, cheese (to melt and create 'the melt') and some turkey and voila! but no. Sadly, making a melt is not so easy...at

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Jedi Mind Trick.(My curiosity got the best of me)

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Solace.

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"Partner in crime"

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I spend many nights of every week drafting my next adventure. When I close my eyes my fantasies come to life. I see myself hiking up mountains, sleeping under starry skies and crossing many creeks. Destination is unknown and barely any money is in my pockets. I long for my a penny-filled adventure. Eat what I can afford, find or am given and traveling place to place by bus, thumb and lots and

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Anticipation.

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Who knew a seemingly run of the mill Starbucks date would end up in endless conversation and priceless pictures? I certainly didn't. Our cousinly date definitely proved to be far more entertaining than going to bed at 8pm because you were bored out of your mind and rather tired...It's easy to know that you have a great friend in your cousin when you have nights likes this.

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 Some things are better left unsaid...or are they?

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Say tommorow And she'll say, "Come find me on a beach And there will be no moon" But say today And she will kiss your face And maybe forget  

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don't forget the multi-colored sprinkles! ...life is meant to be colorful!

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This past weekend I went car camping and then on an overnight backpacking trip. I spent both of my nights wide eyed and very much awake in my tent by myself. For the first time. It was a great experience. My friends were a few feet away in their own tent, and at times I felt like hollering out at them to get the reassurance of life nearby. But I resisted. I resisted for a few reasons. The first

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 It's the feeling of getting YOURSELF somewhere. Of pushing your body to the limits. Of communicating with strangers on whichever path you choose to use. Of creating energy and using energy. Activity. Outdoors. Everybody should have , at the very least, a friendly dose of both.

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Last week at Disneyland I was walking to Space Mountain when I came across a child playing in the gutter. Yes, the gutter. All I could think of was...this is the HAPPIEST place on EARTH and you're playing IN THE GUTTER?! ...whatever floats your boat, kid.

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definition.

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Found you weeping in the snow Hark the bells are ringingI won't let you go...

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It started as one of those days. I layed in bed. I didn't want to get up. So I layed there some more. Eventually I had to get up. So I did. So I went to the living room. I sat. I looked at the remote. I stared at the blank television. Then I stared outside at the grass and the light and our retarded dogs galloping about. I then looked at the remote again and flicked on the teli. My dreams then

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I had a great time on my drive up with Mario through Utah. We stayed a few nights in Zion National Park and then continued up through Wyoming and stayed in the Tetons for a while with some friends and then up through Yellowstone, where I am at now! Yellowstone is pretty cool. There's a TON of people and a ton of things to do (as long as you stay creative). My roommate is awesome and the friends

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A week until I leave for Chicago, and then after that is done...a week until I leave for Wyoming! Things are happening crazy fast. It is a little overwhelming, but I feel like it's coming together better now. I just hope that everything turns out well and that I have the strength to just go with the flow throughout my entire journey this summer. Aggghhhhhh!

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...and everything feels the same.

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Best friend is gone and I still have a month to burn before I get to run run run faaaaaar away from here! I mean, I still have a lot of good things going for me right now but I'm getting antsy now. I just uhh, have to find some money and then pray for everything to fall into place. PLEASE things, fall in place! ...please?

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I had decided to dabble in new territory and it was going fine and dandy until it didn't. Because I'm not stupid, I could feel what's up. I could sense the change. But that's perfectly fine because I'm falling back into my path of what I wanted to do...which was explore and have fun and learn and live and be happy and free. To be wild and untamed and to be continue following my path of being a

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Hmmm...interesting. Iceland, you're very interesting! But I will say, Iceland, you're a little over the top... http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2010/mar/25/iceland-most-feminist-country

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Speaking of Elliott Smith.... L.A. by Elliott Smith is one of my favorite songs...but the only one! Except for Baby Britain...and maybe one or two others. Shhhh!

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I feel like this right now. blah! Don't let me become the next Elliot Smith, he's waaaaaay too depressing. Dagger by Slowdive

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I've had an abundance of thoughts lately. Thoughts that are just beyond my words to describe to the point that I am ready to give up on thoughts. Thoughts run a muck through my brain and bring back memories I've fought hard not to relive. I just got out of the shower and I realized that I am actually scared to reminisce. Scared! Who'd a thunk that?! I am now acknowledging that I am in fact

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hey life, quit throwing shit in my face. thanks! 'preciate it. yours truly,C.

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"You're not 21," she says handing me my CA I.D. back to me. "I'm not?" I say back to  her "no." "oh, well you might want to take another look because I wasn't born in 2007. That would make me...three?" I have never been so angered so quickly. Having someone tell me that I am not 21 when I AM 21 pissed me off. It was a new feeling. The rest of the night the server was on tip toes..."I'm so

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This morning I woke up and just knew it was raining. The sun didn't feel bright and the air felt sleepy, so I opened my door and sure enough the pitter patter of rain met my ears. My dog had to go out though! Our options? Long walk or dog park. Next thing you know, we are hopping into my car and doing a drive by the dog park to see if anyone is there. I glance in the parking lot. It's like a

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This is my favorite song that The Soft Pack sings from the show I saw last Saturday. If they sound a little tired and out of it, I don't blame them! It was their TENTH show in one day. Enjoy! Answer to Yourself by The Soft Pack You gotta answer to yourself You can't depend on anyone else You gotta know where you stand And what's in your hands Yeah you gotta answer to yourself You

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The past week has been the most eventful in a while. I began school as a full-time student again AND I had my 21st birthday. Translation? I have been trying to get back into the studious mode while also going out basically anywhere I want now. It's funny how much power one card with a birthday on it can have. Yesterday I found out about a band, from my friend, called The Soft Pack. I now

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People treat people who wear vests better than people who do not wear vests. Or at least, that is what I have noticed while wearing my vest. Which makes it a lot more enjoyable wearing a vest. I mean, not only am I keeping my core warm, decorating my mid section, but I am treated better as well! Um, may I get a heck yeah? To vest wearers! C.

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Everyday I can feel the inner beast being released. It's like I'm wearing a costume and everyday the zipper comes down a little bit more until finally, I step out and am a whole new person. Maybe not new, as much as released. But changed. Definitely changed. Everyday, everyday, everyday. down just a little bit everyday.

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Today I was curious if the winter sun is stronger than the summer sun so I went and layed in the sun with a minimal amount of clothing on. At the end of my sun session I proved that yes, the winter sun is stronger and I have some wonderful tan lines to prove it :) winter sun? I love you.

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ok, so it's a picture of a moon through the branches of a tree...just listen to the song! Hideaway by The Weepies I love the entire song, but my favorite bits are in the last half of the song... Some call me All kinds of names Some say I don't play the right kind of game I try to be honest I try to be kind And honestly leave when I know that it's time I know that it's time Hear a phoebe sing

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Watching Oprah with my mom has become part of my typical day... again. When I am home, anyway. It makes me feel like I have gone back in time and am in high school again... Anywho, the show that I watched today was about marriage and sex and love in different countries: Denmark, Egypt, Ukraine and India. I learned that Denmark is more about equality and you don't have to get married and it's

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Dabbling with the unknown and trying the untried is what? my current mission. I want to try out different ways of life and prove to myself that there is definitely more than the typical Southern California conservative suburban way of life. For the past months I have had many, MANY unsettling nights. I was constantly disturbed by myself. I was 20 years old and already felt myself being sucked

Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02421186105357735733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072202689371314938.post-62117559167445157662010-01-07T20:32:00.000-08:002010-01-07T20:32:17.245-08:00

From June to August I will have a new home...with lots of...wilderness CANNOT WAIT!

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p.s.- thaiiiiiiiiiiiilannnnnnnnnnnnnd

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my little cousins saw a picture of me dressed up and didn't believe it was me. And I was all...yo, jus becuz i b repin a t and a pair a dirty ass jeans when y'alls come round these parts don't mean that i can't get all dressed up for a night on the town. yuh b feelin' me? and they were all...that's not you. puh.

Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02421186105357735733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072202689371314938.post-18018866298139850492010-01-01T16:56:00.001-08:002010-01-01T16:56:51.993-08:00

The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. stone crumbles. wood rots. people, well, they die. but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. -Chuck Palahniuk

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Every couple of weeks I get myself to refocus what constitutes as a problem and what does not because I often get lost. I get jumbled up in other people's values and goals instead of my own and end up sidetracked. So now that I have my head put back on and my mind isn't all foggy in other stupid's agendas, here's my mini sketch of a plan... Since I have already applied to a bunch of places

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Trevor McKenney: I guess it's hard for people who are so used to things the way they are - even if they're bad - to change. 'Cause they kind of give up. And when they do, everybody kind of loses.

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Leeloo: Everything you create, you use to destroy. Korben Dallas: Yeah, we call it human nature. Priest Vito Cornelius: I know she's made to be strong, but she's also so fragile, so human. Know what I mean?

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Fabienne: I was looking at myself in the mirror. Butch: Uh-huh? Fabienne: I wish I had a pot. Butch: You were lookin' in the mirror and you wish you had some pot? Fabienne: A pot. A pot belly. Pot bellies are sexy. Butch: Well you should be happy, 'cause you do. Fabienne: Shut up, Fatso! I don't have a pot! I have a bit of a tummy, like Madonna when she did "Lucky Star," it's not the same

Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02421186105357735733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072202689371314938.post-23576820459177656062009-12-26T17:44:00.001-08:002009-12-26T17:44:45.559-08:00

Alice: I simply must get through! Doorknob: Sorry, you're much too big. Simply impassible. Alice: You mean impossible? Doorknob: No, impassible. Nothing's impossible.

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Feeling super gloaty. I got an A in the class I thought I was failing and I got a B in the other class! For once, I feel like a good student. I'm glad I went to school this semester because this definitely gave me a CAN DO attitude. Hopefully next semester will be just as good :)

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They Talk, We Live, We see what They say, They say, They say They Talk, We Did, Who cares what They say, They say, They say ...I'm obsessed with his new album. His lyrics are like...better than the bible. 

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I signed up for another semester at my dear ol' college. gaaaah This coming semester I am taking four classes: 1 MW nights 2 TTh day 1 Th night I figured it's best to stop being so immature. The Earth isn't going to die in the six months I am attending school and I will be able to go away for summertime. I have an entire lifetime ahead of me. I need to take advantage of now and get an education

Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02421186105357735733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072202689371314938.post-41699709337212050632009-12-19T14:41:00.001-08:002009-12-19T14:41:57.872-08:00

Christmas music makes me gag.

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My most common string of thoughts: Am I too honest? Am I too sincere? When will I learn that people do not say what they mean? When will I learn...Why don't I learn? Why do I give people so much benefit of the doubt? ...I really need to cut this out. Christina cut this out! Christina don't get pessimistic......Christina?

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Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02421186105357735733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072202689371314938.post-43519169463175237902009-12-15T01:23:00.000-08:002009-12-15T01:23:57.392-08:00

find a penny pick it up then all day you'll have good luck

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My favorite part of the day is when I get to pick out what underwear I am going to wear. It's my little secret. From the cut to the color, it's all mine and only for me to know, usually. Underwear is just that little thing that can make you feel wonderful and amazing and sexy. Yes, even I can feel sexy. Surprising, right? And underwear makes me curious because I can't help but to wonder what

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Iron and Wine makes me feel at home, but at the same time makes me want to run away.well,to drive away.Right now it's just me and Zayda, the dog. He's the only thing that is giving me company when I really need it. To say that I am unhappy would be an understatement. To say that I am sad is too dramatic. So, lets just say I am not content.I am not content with my friends, my living situation, my

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eff the holidays.

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Narcissism.

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Um, why yes, that IS me standing next to Alex Brown from SEA WOLF! :)

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explain me one more time,when they kill it's a crime,when you kill it is justice...?

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I need to get a tan. Being that I live in California I do not think this will be much of a problem. I'm going to shed the jackets and try to absorb as much as the rays that are being offered. Tomorrow will be day 1. Lets see how long this lasts. I also decided that I need to get fit. Tonight I will go running. Whoooooooooooo!Ok,Bye.

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I just remembered that I had to pay a bill, well, a fine, but my point is that I had forgotten. According to the paper, I was supposed to pay it by yesterday or else I'd have to pay twice as much. Well, I missed yesterday. I cursed at the computer and went to their online bill paying site just now, and guess what? The fine didn't get doubled. And you know what? I wasn't happy. I should have been

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I was really worried I was going to be negative in the bank, but apparently I don't spend as much as I think I do. Therefore I am not negative in the bank. Yippee! Cool! Wonderful!LOVE,C.

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I feel like secretly packing all my stuff and just moving in the night. Yeah, I only have about ohhh $200 right now, but I can manage. I'll drive somewhere, sell the car, cancel all my expenses and live a secret life. Well, I'll probably just use my middle name. And probably only that because then I'd be able to remember it. And no, I'm not going to tell you my middle name, because then I can't

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Hey today,I'd really like it if you helped today be a lot better than yesterday. None of this fighting with the family, saying goodbye to friends, having stress related bloody noses, breaking down, coughing up lungs and being a wreck stuff. Ok?Glad we got that cleared up,Love you already.Yours,Christina

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Half asleep on my bed, the faint sound of a voice rang through my head. Hmmm, I thought. Just hmmm. I had gone to school to take a quiz and then rushed back to enjoy my humble, but oh so cozy, twin sized bed. Wrapped up in my tie-dye blanket, nothing could disturb me. Not a woman's voice, not a man's voice, nothing. That is, except for the godly voice of a barista. I know that voice of a barista

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I don't like not understanding things so I spend hours upon hours trying to sort ideas and concepts into possible constructs. Somehow I will make sense of it. Somehow I will create logic and understanding. The problem is, I create so many different scenarios and half of them are negative and half of them are positive. Which to choose as my solution? Which to believe? The facts provide for both

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I was thinking about phone calls today. They are quite funny...if you think about it because you're like, intercepting someone's voice from a sea of voices.When you say Hello, you're retrieving them from the sea. YOU SAVED THEM! with the sound of your voice. Amazing.

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I've always found strength in songs.

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