Im so thankful to have such great and wonderful people in my life. Growing up I always wished for amazing friends. I use to have imaginary ones because the real ones were never as good. Plus I was a very creative child.
Now, I can honestly say that I have acquired some of the bestest friends that I could ever ask for. I would like to think that they would do anything for me as I would do for them. I know that I can always share my thoughts with them. I can always turn to them if I need help, if i need to vent, if i just need someone to play with my hair and tell me everything will turn out alright. I have friends that will let me pour out my heart and soul to them and never ask me to stop talking. I have created bonds that i can only hope will last a lifetime.
I can honestly say that I ADORE you. I ADMIRE each of your strengths, weaknesses, wisdoms, and qualities that set you apart. I LOVE how you are all different but all the same. I CHERISH my friends. I APPRECIATE having you all in my life. I believe in soulmates- i believe that we were put on this earth for no other reason than to impact one another- i believe that I have met specific people to help me in certain times. There is a reason for everything. There is a reason that I have the friends that I have. And there is a reason why those who were not meant to be in my life arent around anymore.
There is a reason why you're reading this. And though i don't have the knowledge or even wish to contemplate the capacity to what extent that reason is. I do know that somehow. I have made you think. I made you question who you are or what you are about. Ive made you think about the people in your life. In one way or another I have connected with you.
Im just starting to realize that life isnt about finding yourself, but about becoming the person you were always meant to be and I feel that by realizing that... im one step closer to understanding my place.
It's silly... but it makes me smile.
hope...
I woke up and called this morning, the tone of your voice was a warning that you don't care for me anymore.
I made up the bed we sleep in.
I looked at the clock when you creep in.
It's 6 AM and I'm alone.
Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending, to the bad day I was just beginning.
When you go, all I know is you're my favorite mistake.
Your friends act sorry for me.
They watch you pretend to adore me.
But I am no fool to this game.
Now here comes your secret lover, she'll be unlike any other, until your guilt goes up in flames. Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending, to the bad day I'd gotten used to spending. When you go, all I know is you're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake.
Well maybe nothing lasts forever, even when you stay together.
I don't need forever after, but it's your laughter won't let me go so I'm holding on this way.
Did you know could you tell you were the only one that I ever loved?
Now everything's so wrong. Did you see me walking by, did it ever make you cry? Now you're my favorite mistake Yeah you're my favorite mistake You're my favorite mistake
~sheryl crow
My new favorite song.... someday someone will sing this to me...
She's not afraid; she just likes to use her night light
When she gets paid, true religion gets it all If they fit right.
She's a little bit manic, completely organic
Doesn't panic for the most part.
She's old enough to know, and young enough not to say no To any chance that she gets for home plate tickets to see the Mets.
Like everybody, she's in over her head, Dreads Feds, Grateful Dead, and doesn't take meds. She's a Gemini Capricorn
Thinks all men are addicted to porn.
I don't agree with her half the time,
But, damn I'm glad she's mine.
Her eyes, that's where hope lies.
That's where blue skies
Meet the sunrise.
Her eyes, that's where I go When I go home.
She got the kinda strength that every man wishes he had. S
he loved Michael Jackson up until he made Bad.
Tells me that she lives about a hundred lives, Scares me to death when she thinks and drives, Says cowboy hats make her look fat, and I'm so glad she's mine.
Her eyes, that's where hope lies. That's where blue skies Meet the sunrise.
Her eyes, that's where I go When I go home.
She doesn't know the word 'impossible
'Don't care where I've been and doesn't care where we're goin' to.
She takes me as I am, and that ain't easy.
She's beautiful. So beautiful. And sometimes I think she's truly crazy.
And I love it.
Her eyes, that's where hope lies.
That's where blue skies Always meet the sunrise.
Her eyes, that's where I go When I go home.
Her eyes, that's where hope lies.
That's where blue skies Always meet the sunrise.
Her eyes, that's where I go When I go home.
She's not afraidshe just likes to use her night light.
~Pat Monahan
I made up the bed we sleep in.
I looked at the clock when you creep in.
It's 6 AM and I'm alone.
Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending, to the bad day I was just beginning.
When you go, all I know is you're my favorite mistake.
Your friends act sorry for me.
They watch you pretend to adore me.
But I am no fool to this game.
Now here comes your secret lover, she'll be unlike any other, until your guilt goes up in flames. Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending, to the bad day I'd gotten used to spending. When you go, all I know is you're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake.
Well maybe nothing lasts forever, even when you stay together.
I don't need forever after, but it's your laughter won't let me go so I'm holding on this way.
Did you know could you tell you were the only one that I ever loved?
Now everything's so wrong. Did you see me walking by, did it ever make you cry? Now you're my favorite mistake Yeah you're my favorite mistake You're my favorite mistake
~sheryl crow
My new favorite song.... someday someone will sing this to me...
She's not afraid; she just likes to use her night light
When she gets paid, true religion gets it all If they fit right.
She's a little bit manic, completely organic
Doesn't panic for the most part.
She's old enough to know, and young enough not to say no To any chance that she gets for home plate tickets to see the Mets.
Like everybody, she's in over her head, Dreads Feds, Grateful Dead, and doesn't take meds. She's a Gemini Capricorn
Thinks all men are addicted to porn.
I don't agree with her half the time,
But, damn I'm glad she's mine.
Her eyes, that's where hope lies.
That's where blue skies
Meet the sunrise.
Her eyes, that's where I go When I go home.
She got the kinda strength that every man wishes he had. S
he loved Michael Jackson up until he made Bad.
Tells me that she lives about a hundred lives, Scares me to death when she thinks and drives, Says cowboy hats make her look fat, and I'm so glad she's mine.
Her eyes, that's where hope lies. That's where blue skies Meet the sunrise.
Her eyes, that's where I go When I go home.
She doesn't know the word 'impossible
'Don't care where I've been and doesn't care where we're goin' to.
She takes me as I am, and that ain't easy.
She's beautiful. So beautiful. And sometimes I think she's truly crazy.
And I love it.
Her eyes, that's where hope lies.
That's where blue skies Always meet the sunrise.
Her eyes, that's where I go When I go home.
Her eyes, that's where hope lies.
That's where blue skies Always meet the sunrise.
Her eyes, that's where I go When I go home.
She's not afraidshe just likes to use her night light.
~Pat Monahan
really now???
The other day I went shopping… I was in fitting rooms I was trying on dresses-, I heard a French man outside my fitting room curtain- "Mademoiselle, mademoiselle- may I have your opinion?" Scared at the sheerness of the curtain, the proximity of his voice, and the lack of clothing on my body I jumped a bit and blurted out "Give me one second..." Safely outfitted in a brown tank dress (which I did not buy, thank you very much) I whipped the curtain back and there was a cute, half naked guy about my age standing a few feet from me in a very tight bathing suit. "Ahh, what do you think?" he asked me with a blaringly strong accent. "I think it looks great" I said to him smiling. "Don't get the black though, that's too boring". After exchaning a few pleasantries I disappeared back into my own fitting room. As I tried on the next dress I could hear French man's American friend outside: "Man, we have to go, like now." "Ohhh," said the French man (in his accent)"why can you not have fun on your lunch break and pretend to be a French man as well?!" At this point I started giggling uncontrolably in my fitting room, then they started laughing too, and by the time I had come out they had left.So thank you fake French guy. I totally love that there are guys somewhere out there who, on their lunch breaks, pretend to be French to get a girl's opinions on tight swimwear just for the fun of it! You seriously made my day
9/11/01
We all have them: Memories of September 11Th.
Where were we? What were we doing? We remember the exact moment that we stood transfixed, eyes wide open as the comforts of home, of our nation ~ our United States of America, exploded before our very eyes.
We remember the television images we couldn't quite believe in our shell-shock, the words we couldn't quite comprehend, and the instinct of knowing that things would never again be as they once were.
I was sleeping, didn't have to be to school until 10:30 for psych class...
My mom woke me up...
I remember her voice sounded horrified...
"a plane just hit the world trade center, i think we are at war"...
Jumped out of bed to see the second plane hit the tower...
I was wearing my Arizona Diamondbacks white circle k shirt and black basketball shorts...
It was sunny and warm still out side...
I began to fear for my family...
My sister in the Army...
The ones who were going to loose their family...
The ones who were going to loose their sisters...
I didn't go to school that day...
I sat most of the day crying watching and praying...
The place where I grew up, A part of my life just crumbled before my eyes...
Innocence of our country lost...
shoot.. so much for big dreams...
The other night I though about my care less spending… As I washed my face ($17.50), plucked my eyebrows (new tweasers-$10), masked myself for 10 minutes ($19.50) and treated/moisturized ($20 combo). Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I jumped out of bed this morning eager to see the results of money well spent. Instead I immediately realized that 1) the face stuff stained (maybe it will come out?) my pillows and 2) I REEK of sulfur..So I guess what I'm saying isone night's face regeime: $67belief that Sephora can solve all my problems: priceless
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