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A love that defeats all odds..
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[03 Jul 2009|12:22pm] |
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Tuesday, September 8th
90210 8pm
Melrose Place 9pm
Thursday, September 10th
Supernatural 9pm
Thursday, September 17th
The Office 9pm
Monday, September 21st
Heroes 8pm
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[21 May 2009|04:00am] |
Martina McBride-Valentine
Des'ree-Kissing You
Martina McBride-In My daughter's eyes
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| I thought I saved this months ago! |
[28 Apr 2009|03:32am] |
Mustard Egg salad with chives and brioche
6 Hard boiled eggs
6 t mayo
2 t Dijon mustard
2 t minced sweet onion
2 t minced celery
2 t chopped Chive
1/2 t sugar
1 t white balsamic vinegar
1 pinch cayenne pepper
Salt and pepper Method: small dice hard boiled eggs. Add all other items and mix by hand. Server egg salad with toasted brioche, sliced heirloom tomatoes and sliced hard boiled eggs. Garnish with chive sticks
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| It only takes a raindrop to create a ripple. |
[05 Jan 2009|09:51pm] |
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Wait, before you hang up the phone
Listen to reason I'll show you I'm trying to change
I'm trying to change
And I'm so scared, what do you think of me now?
What do you think of me?
No more lies I swear
No more words I haven't been fair
Give me a chance to clear my name
Through the years I love you the same
Feed the meter, I'll stay all night
Give me some clothes I won't ever go home
If that's alright
Let's run behind the music, fall onto my couch
Where blankets tickle naked bodies, rolling around
Baby I'm sorry, for pushing you away
Baby I'm sorry, is all that I can say
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| Aparently, Tickle says I'm left-brained. |
[25 Nov 2008|12:14am] |
Left-brained Most left-brained people like you feel at ease in situations requiring verbal ability, attention to detail, and linear, analytical ability. Whether you know it or not, you are a much stronger written communicator than many, able to get your ideas across better than others.
It's also likely that you are methodical and efficient at many things that you do. You could also be good at math, particularly algebra, which is based on very strict rules that make sense to your logical mind.
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[06 Sep 2008|11:25am] |
You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum
Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my Sweetie Pie
You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop
Snoogums-Boogums, You're the Apple of my Eye
And I love you so and I want you to know
That I'll always be right here
And I love to sing sweet songs to you
Because you are so dear
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| Writer's Block: The Expendable Sense(s) |
[01 Sep 2008|12:26pm] |
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Taste.
Sure I'd miss it, but I'd much rather feel, see, hear and smell.
If I lost my smell, I wouldn't be able to smell Riley or Reed, or my shampoo that reminds me of 7th grade.
If I lost my sight, I'd never be able to see my family, or look at pictures and memories.
If I lost my hearing, I would never hear Riley's giggles, or her singing songs.
If I lost my feeling, I would miss Riley's hugs, her helping my lotion my arms. Backrubs, kisses, bare feet in the sand.
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[01 Sep 2008|12:19pm] |
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The first flush of youth was upon you when our eyes first met
And I knew that to you and into your life I had to get
I felt light-headed at the touch of this stranger's hand
An assault my defenses systematically fail to withstand
'Cause you came at a time
When the pursuit of one true love in which to fall
Was the be-all and end-all
Love is only a feeling
Drifting away
When I'm in your arms I start believing
It's here to stay
But love is only a feeling
Anyway
Oh, the state of elation that this unison of hearts achieved
I had seen, I had touched, I had tasted and I truly believed
That the light of my life
Would tear a hole right through each cloud that scudded by
Just to beam on you and I
Love is only a feeling
Drifting away
When I'm in your arms I start believing
It's here to stay
But love is only a feeling
Anyway, anyway
Love is only a feeling
Drifting away
And we've got to stop ourselves believing
It's here to stay
'Cause love is only a feeling
Anyway
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[29 Aug 2008|04:42pm] |
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New post for ALL my show's premier dates.
House: Tuesday, September 16th 8pm
Supernatural: Thursday, September 18th 9pm
Heroes: Monday, September 22nd 8pm
The office: Thursday, September 25th 9pm
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| Dreams |
[11 Nov 2007|11:44pm] |
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What I can remember from last night's dreams:
The you's refer to Lori Trazona
You wanted to join the choir and kept singing this song.
Another you were my best friend and kept making fun of the girl wanting to join the choir and her friends.
And I can't seem to remember the other one.
You never met the other you's in any part of my dream..something happened, we were at a school or something, and it had broken apart..litterally, so the students were all split up into 3 groups.
For some reason you as my best from was in one group, choir you was in my group, and the other you was in another group. At the end best friend you came to get me, but choir you kept trying to sing to me and ask if it sounded good. You were banging on the door making faces at me like "why is she singing to you?"
That's all I can remember, it's kind of weird, I don't really know why I felt the need to tell you either, but I thought it was crazy you were three different people.
I'm going to talk about the breaking apart part:
I don't remember much, but it was not a school at this point, it was a city. I had to help people get from one break to the other. Later the cracks turned into what was like, old 'ghetto' house hold appliences (our used appliences) on the end that we had to go to, and the current appliences on the other end. I was very distraught because there was very little on the other end of the crack, the fridge was light brown/beige, with very little food, we actually were trying to sneak food from our old 'new' fridge to this one.
At school before(or possibly even another dream):
We are at a shopping mall. Target I beleive. When I say we, it starts out sort of as a school. I kind of feel as though I am being judged, but we somehow are bonded together(not the right words, can't think of the right word) Somehow walking around, it turns out Reed's there. I don't exactly know where this one is going or what is going on, I just know I am looking for something, I think it is something for Reed. A girl knocks into me, then she started following me. She started saying stuff to me. We ended up in a class room. I wanted to badly to knock the shit out of her. I had enough in me to. She just kept talking shit to me, I can't remember what she did(something physical), but I stopped and I turned around and approched her, I didn't touch her, I just approached her. She didn't stop. She continued to follow me and pesterize me. I decided I had had enough, even though we were in the middle of class, I was leaving, she was not worth getting kicked out of school for. Again she did something physical, more intense this time, like spitting at me. I turned back around slammed her down on the desk and approached her again. But still yet, I did not hit her. I walked away. There was a teacher there during this. She did make me leave as well, for slamming her on the desk (I did not get kicked out, but I did reply with anger which was wrong)
Actually this was the same day as the break up, because there were safty guards. The Rodger family twins were there, David was one of the guards, for some reason, he was not anymore, and was also asked to leave. So David, his sister(for support) and myself were walking away). Also another guard was asked to leave. So now, it was the Twins, this guard and myself, leaving.
People=students
I also remember a small group of people, I believe they were my original class, what was left of them after the break. (who was on that part of the break still) Then "They" brought in more people into our group. Myself and another girl had just gotten used to our small class and friends and were talking about how we wished they had kept it like that.
Earlier dream in the night:
I only remember this one because I woke up to pee in the middle of the night, and ended up searching for a notebook to write down key points of my dream. So again this is not very much.
I was in a school. (I have had a dream about being in this school in past dreams. a couple dreams actually, all having to do with the lobby. One I believe had to do with people chasing me, and people dying. I did escape this school and lobby though. One had to do with someone picking me up I believe? at night. Another had to do with a store on the right hand side of the lobby. I was not supposed to be in this store some of the times I was in this lobby. Actually, I believe I have dreamt of this store more than 5 times. I think I could draw a majority of this school out.) Not Riverview. I was with Matt Knox and Amanda. I don't remember what we were doing first, I believe we were doing something at a locker. I think the lockers were blue? I think I was depressed. On the left side of the lobby was the library. We were in the library. I don't remember why. For some reason I went back to the lobby and was looking for something or someone? I think. Riley was with me. I went down this hall. It ended up being a doctors office hall. I wanted to leave but it was kind of like Willie Wonka and the Choco Factoy, as I went closer to the door, it felt smaller and more cramped. I reached for the handle to open the door, but it was like a submarine. For some reason, hot water started spilling out all over Riley. I didn't know what to do.
That is all I could remember what I woke up.
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[07 Sep 2007|01:27pm] |
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I often used to wonder what would have happened and where I would be if I had not chosen to hang around with Ashley and Miranda 8th grade year, what if I continued to be friends with Katie and the rest of them?
Where would I be what would I be doing, and what would my life be like?
But now that I think about it, my life wouldn't have ANYthing I currently have.
I would have never met Reed, because I wouldn't have known or at least really talked to Britany. Therefor she would have never taken me over to hang out with them. I probably wouldn't have made friends with Anna,and Ashley definately wouldn't have either, because she would have been in LP. Meaning Simba would not be my cat. Even if I had known Heather still, I may not have been friends with her and still may never have met Reed. Not meeting Reed means no Riley.
Everything I care deeply about I would never had found/had.
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| When you're gone the pieces of my heart are missing you |
[06 Sep 2007|08:22am] |
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We were made for each other
Out here forever
I know we were
All I ever wanted was for you to know
Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me
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| I don't even know what to do.. |
[06 Sep 2007|01:07am] |
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I'm devistated.
I just want my cat back! Why did this have to happen to him? He was always so good! He was my baby, why? why why why why why! DAMMIT why.
Id give up almost anything, if I could have him back.
I'd give up almost anything if I could just hold him, tell him I love him.
I'd give up almost anything to take back this past year, and change it.
Every single minute I could would be spent with him
I'd let him sleep in my room, I'd let him go outside whenever he wanted, I'd let him eat all the treats he wanted. I'd love him.
I just want my cat..why did he have to go?
Why couldnt we have caught it sooner?!
why didn't I know something was wrong with him!?
HES MY CAT! IM SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHEN SOMETHINGS WRONG!
please just let me hold him once more...
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| I love you Simba |
[05 Sep 2007|08:33pm] |
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I had to put simba to sleep tonight.
I'm so sorry I haven't been as good to you as you have been to me.
I'm sorry I thought you were just being an ass and purposely peeing all over the house.
You were the best cat, and I'm glad you were a part of my life.
I'll miss you more than I can even imagine myself.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Rest in piece, I'll miss you.
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