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Good-bye 2009, Hello 2010! In 2009, I gained trust and confidence in an unusual friendship. I lost my mind. I stopped worrying so much about the grades. I started letting things work themselves out. I was hugely satisfied by defeating my eighteen hour semester. And frustrated by our timing. I am so embarrassed that I didn't write anything (good) this year. Once again, I wished for the impossible. Once again, I did not talk to him as much as I should have. The biggest physical difference between me last December and this December is my hair. It's longer! And I have bangs now! The biggest psychological difference between me last December and this December is my fear of the things that will come. I loved spending time driving til we got lost and listening to great music as we did so. Why did I spend even two minutes worrying about the consequences. I should have spent more time at the movies. I regret buying that white pimp hat. It does serve as a great decoration

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You can suck it. Signed Sincerely, me

I joined a gym today. What!?!

I will love you forever if you buy me the new Post Secret book, so go out and buy it for me.

I remember when I was younger, not so long ago, when I would have marvelous dreams with friends, family, people from school, and later even work, that when I awoke, I would think Wow, that was wonderful . And I would think, just for a moment, that maybe, maybe those people who were in my dream were having the same dream. The more I thought about it though, the more I realized that the thought was rather ridiculous. Impossible. I'm sure in mythology there was some god that would look over your dreams, but I don't think he has much time to roam around Joliet to pick up the same people for his ride. And the sandman? Well, he's busy 24/7, and I don't think he's that picky about the sand he uses for each individual. It's been a while since I've had one of those thoughts after a dream. Where I wondered, wished that the people I was dreaming of were having the same dream. But last night... It was a wow moment. And for once in a very, very long time, I wis

I'm twenty years old. Twenty-one in only a few weeks, and yet, here I am, the day before classes, picking out my outfit and too restless to sleep. Yep, some things never change.

writing essays bad hair days impolite smells allergies bad drivers poor grammar stupidity overplayed songs traffic sleepless nights ignorance bad teeth the price of higher education road construction bad movies shopping carts in parking spots indecision laziness mistreatment of beloved objects the wrong words writer's block illness unappreciated talent/skill liars, cheaters, ungrateful bitches, and IBNABs in general and at least several other things that I'm forgetting

I saw two of the greatest scenes this weekend. (1) Friday afternoon, cruising down Essington, I saw a boy, I would say middle school age, walking, listening to music on his iPod, and reading. Not just reading any reading material though, reading a book . A book! A real book, with a spine, with length to it! *sigh* This little boy gave me hope. (2) Sunday night/Monday morning, around midnight. Pulling into my neighborhood, I see a guy, I would say mid twenties, sitting on his motorcycle in the car wash parking lot, texting on his cell phone. I don't know what it was about the picture, but it was something all the same. I wish I had had my camera.

Minus a couple of details here and there, yes, these are my thoughts, exactly .

Her name is Sally, and she's great. However, she's just out of my grasp. Ugh.

So I completed my first official summer writing piece for my other sisterly blog. You can check out my piece here , or just read it below. The "L" Word He looked so small as he kneeled in front of her apartment. It was something she wasn’t use to, him looking small. His hair had grown just beyond its normal length, hanging just over his forehead, blowing slightly in the night wind. His face was illuminated by the nearby streetlamp, and he looked like a young boy, eager for Christmas morning. If you had asked her a year ago, this is what she would have told you she wanted. Still, six months ago, all she wanted was promises, the promise, a ring on her finger and the rest of her future set. Tonight, at this moment however, she felt like she was going to be sick. He pulled the small cherry wood box from out of his jacket pocket, and she struggled to swallow. The box opened slowly, revealing a rather large round diamond ring with two smaller stones on each side, and s

Meet Rachel. She's twenty-one, has emerald green eyes and dark brown hair that falls several inches below her shoulders, stands at about five feet, six inches and drives a Jeep. Now meet Jacob. He's twenty-three, has jet black hair, bright blue eyes, is just over six feet tall and drives a Mustang soft top convertible. Other than this, I don't know anything about these people. They might go to a University somewhere in the middle of a cornfield or in the middle of a large city, in which case, if this is true, Rachel would be in her third year and Jacob would be in grad school, or maybe he's done with school all together. Maybe Rachel works nights and weekends at a local bar/tavern, and this is where she and Jacob meet for the first or last time. Maybe they've know each other a long time, and work at the same location, secretly fighting crime. Honestly, I do not know. Maybe they do this, maybe they do that. They might be here or they might be there. Blah. I&#

This is my favorite commercial. (Yes, still .) Whoever thought of it was a genius. Mad props, man. Mad props.

When you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you, you're gonna believe them. This is horrible news because I'm nearly twenty-one and I am likely to believe them as well.

Which is better? The book, or the movie? For me, well, I'm normally a fan of the book over the movie. For example, the Harry Potter movies? There are some great scenes from the books that the movies cut, and, well, that's just wrong, whereas there are other scenes that the movies destroy completely, again, sad. Twilight ? Similar story, but then again, the movie emphasizes some things from the book really well. Bridges of Madison County? Don't get me wrong, show me the scene of Clint Eastwood standing in the rain, and I will cry right there, but.... book wins, sorry Clint. Angels and Demons though... well.... I may actually like the movie better. *GASP* I know, right? But I saw the movie before I read the book, and I think that's what did it. I like what goes on with the cardinals more in the movie (the water one is much different), but at the same time, the bad guy in the book is way more of a bad ass, which is great. There were a couple of other things

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Okay, so this isn't really necessary, but I am soooooo excited!! Test: 110 Elementary/Middle Grades Total Score: 281 Minimum Passing Score: 240 Status: Pass NUMBER OF ITEMS SUBAREA NAME SUBAREA SCORE 21 to 30 Language Arts and Literacy 280 11 to 20 Mathematics 275 11 to 20 Science 275 21 to 30 Social Sciences 280 11 to 20 The Arts, Health, and Physical Education 292 SCALED TOTAL TEST SCORE 281

Baking delicious things. Cupcakes. Cookies. Cobbler. And yes, the list goes on. You know your mouth is watering :-)

I should be working on my science final, but I'm beginning to think that this is more important.

I wrote in my journal tonight. Just now. It's been a long time. A very, very long time. I'm quite proud of myself. Putting my thoughts down on paper was a nice change. And sure, it may have been a sting of vulgarities, but that's completely besides the point.

I've decided that I'm going to be a Change Maker this year for Eric & Kathy's 36 hour radiothon for Children's Memorial Hospital . Would you like to be one with me? If you check out the second link, you'll learn that the radiothon isn't until early September, but why wait? It's for a great cause, and if our own little ones haven't had a few scares, we certain know someone who has. So, instead of just tossing our change into a container, why not do something else with it that will make us a part of something bigger?

Two very different, yet never fading memories. I don't know what brought them to mind tonight, but I know I won't be able to sleep until I write them down. June 2006, Friday: In front of my house, against your dad's truck. We were making small talk about something, though what I don't quite remember. Maybe the game we just watched, or maybe pretending we weren't going to see one another the next night. It had been a handful of days already, and it had almost happened so many times before, but never all the way. I had just glanced up at something in they sky, maybe a plane overhead or just a star to make my wish, and when I looked back you had already pulled me closer. You kissed me for the first time in the moment after that. And I remember, after you left, going inside and leaning against my front door in a daze, letting it hold me up just like it happens in the movies after something like that happens. ....It may have been the first time I fell in love wit

Don't worry, I do.

Because in my head, I actually know that 25,000 x 4 =100,000. But instead, I like to pretend that it equals 250,000. Oh-well.

How much do I dish out for school a year? Huh? Huh? Do you know? $22,000.00 - -that's how much. I dish out nearly a quarter of a million, quarter of a million , dollars a year, and what does the government give me back for that sweet ass payment? $294.00 Suck ass.

Two years ago, you and I were making plans to party hop on new years eve and do something ridiculous to celebrate your birthday. This year, you and I haven't seen one another outside of work for nearly six months and I'm not sure when I'll see you again. It's not fair that we grew up so much and so far apart in those two years, but I'm going to wish you a happy birthday anyway. You're still the coolest kid on the block ;-)

If I say no, then I'm the bitchy, untrusting girlfriend. But if I say yes, then I'm just condoning the bad behavior.