If you could see what I see

Sometimes I wish I could help you more. You cry and cry and tell me how you're sick of your life..you want to get away..you want to change. I let you cry in my arms and tell me everything you're thinking. I try to help you see what you really are..I just wish you could see past your broken mirror. I wish I could take your pain away and give you confidence...but I can't. I can tell you everything you are and how beautiful you are and help you get back on your feet. But I can't pull you out of your hole by myself. You have to want it too. Really really want it. I could tell you all the things that would help you lift up your situation but it won't matter unless you actually do something about it. No more feeling sorry for yourself. It hurts me to see you like this...but there's not much I can do. I just wish you could see what I see.

yikes..well this weekend made me realize how much i miss those kids.

I used to be a leader in my churches youth group (aka core team)..andddddd last year I kinda decided that I didnt want to do it anymore…cuzzzzz i was and still kinda am going through a self evaluation i guess it would be called? Basically just trying to figure out what the heck i’m doing. So I quit the youth group thing…changed jobs, got promoted started doing what i love at school…anddddd then randomly, the youth minister texts me, “yo would you be able to photograph our retreat next month?” I’m just like ohhhhhh ummmmm yea sure. It’d be good for me to practice some photography, help out with a portfolio i suppose? As it came closer to the time…I started to regret saying yes cuz I’ve kinda been running away from God…..still working on that one…andddd i havent seen these people in a longgggggg time and i thought it might be a lil awkward…butttttt for some reason i just told myself to get over it and try to get off work and go to the retreat with them. It was surprisingly easy to get off work..I didn’t even have to pay or beg anyone. lol literally. Soo i went…

Those kids are pretty much awesome. I have missed being with them…I have sooo much I wanna share with them and learn from them. I really wanna jump back into doing stuff with youth…just now I dont know when i can…they have their thing on sunday nights but i have to work sunday nights……and making these films pretty much is a lifestyle. It’s very very VERY time consuming. I’ve always been into helping youth though..i want to help them and share with them everything i know. I wanna be there for them. …I guess for now I just gotta wait and see how things pan out

Sometimes

Sometimes I feel so retarded for blogging...it's like I'm talking to a wall. But I do it anyways. Oh well. So tomorrow my cousin is leaving, I don't know if she's coming back after her brother's wedding or not, but we'll see. My mind keeps drawing blanks lately. I've realized that I'm not the good girl I used to be and for some reason I don't really care. And after spending my whole life trying to grow up..I've decided that I don't want to just quite yet...but I have to soon. I only have one more year of being a teenager left. Actually, only 355 days left. I don't want it to go by fast.

yeaaaaaa

Well I feel like there is so much to say that I don't know where to start...Maybe there's nothing really to say. I suppose the only thing I can say at this moment is, YEY one year of college down. =]

Ugh...something about losing a best friend just really SUCKS. I wish I didn't care so much...I thought it was getting better..I was wrong. He makes deliberate attempts to ignore me. Like he has to make a conscious effort to ignore me. I wish he could just get over whatever it is..and maybe talk to me about it! Why does he have to hide...

One of the Reasons I Don't Like Obama...

http://www.scrappleface.com/?p=4570

theres the source I'm gunna talk about.

1. First off, he's gunna find candidates for his Supreme Court, "not with empathy, but with “a keen understanding of how the law affects the daily lives of the American people,” which is an entirely different quality." Does he know the meaning of empathy? Because what he just said is basically EMPATHY. Why's he gotta go and change definitions?

2. If he hates on our founding fathers.....just..no bueno.

3."those old, white men drafted this charter of negative liberties,” Mr. Obama said, “and like a band of grandfathers, gone soft out of compassion for their grandchildren, they tried to free the individual from bondage to the government, when in fact, it’s the government that has their best interests at heart. It’s the government that can deliver so much more justice to them than any Constitution could ever hope to accomplish.”

This is so racist. Whether they're white, black, brown or yellow, who cares? And why is he always hating the old people? He SHOULD be learning from them, seeing as they are the ones with all the experience and wisdom(not ALL are wise..I understand..but still, they've had more experience with things than he has). He should be asking for advice from them, not bashing them and kicking them out.

Another thing that just makes me want to punch him in the face is when he said that "it's the government that has their(the american people) best interests at heart. It's the government that can deliver so much more justice to them than any Constitution could ever hope to accomplish."

OHHHHHHH MYYYYYY GOSHHHHHHHHHH......after laughing at this statement..I get shivers and still do when I copy it and read it again. Scary stuff in that statement!! Last time I checked my history books, the government has NEVER had the peoples' best interests at heart. The CONSTITUTION was made to keep people like HIM from having all the power! He's so freaking socialist...and running from that is exactly what made the US in the first place! He wants to see our downfall so bad..he could care less about our interests....Maybe I'll blog about this later because I'm getting sick just thinking about it.

Again

I did it again. I got drunk last night for the first time since January when I screwed things up with him. I'm not one to be a drinker...I don't really know why I do it when I do. It's not like I need it. It's not good for me and I'm not saying I think all drinking is horrible. It's just.....not me. I don't know what I'm trying to do but it's hard to stop. Worse is that I know that I kinda don't really want to stop all the way. I know I should...but I probably won't. I can't even sort out all the thoughts in my mind about it to write on here. This is about more than just drinking...that's a very small part, but it just implies so much more. But it all leads back to God.. it's like He's drawn a line and I'm not on His side but I'm trying to get there but I keep tripping myself. And my dreams..I've been having so many recently and I know He's trying to tell me something but I can't figure it out. I'm so stupid. He needs to use a megaphone to get anything through to me...a slap in the face also would be good. Or a punch. Until then...I pray I come to my senses soon. The battle with myself. Ugh...

Giggidy Giddidy Goo

So yesterday I met up with this photographer who wanted to take pictures of me. He's not the first to ask me but he's the first I said ok to. My only incentive to do so was that he said he'd pay me... haha I was kind of nervous because obviously I'm a chic and he's some random old guy...I didn't know if I would be ok with him. I checked out his website, kept my information secret, and made sure we went to a public place. It turned out just fine. We went downtown and just walked around the streets and found interesting places to take pictures at. He did make me a little uncomfortable when he finally asked me if I would take off one of my shirts(I was wearing two tank tops) and take more "sexy" pictures... hell to the no. He said he'd pay me more but still. NO. I don't want that crap floating around...if I had taken off one then it would be see through. =/. So we continued with my shirts ON. A little while later when we find this cute little house with a porch and start taking pictures, he asks again that if he paid me more would I do more "sexy" poses...at least he didn't ask me to take off a shirt again but NO. I'm not doing that either. Awkward moment passes and it's finally time for him to leave. He pulls out his wallet and hands me a hundred bucks...in cash. It was just one hour. Then he goes and says he's not rich. HAH. That made my day. He said he wants to take more some other time. I think that can be arranged. He's an alright guy, kinda one of those just naturally awkward guys but not bad. He never touched me. Even if he ever tries, he's not strong so there won't be a problem. But I will definitely give up an hour of my life if he keeps paying me like that.

ps. I probably made him sound like a total creep...but it wasn't bad. He didn't argue or anything. He would ask, I would say NO and we'd move on. Don't tell me I need to be careful because yes, I know that.

Weird.

You know, it used to kinda bug me when people called me weird. Now. It doesn't. I'd much rather be weird than normal. Normal people are boring. And if there was no weird people then who would make change? I'll bet that Ben Franklin was weird in everybody's eyes of his time. I'm not saying that I'm the next Ben Franklin...lol that would be stupid of me but I think that it just won't bother me anymore. I'll embrace my weirdness. It's a part of who I am. :]

Another thing though is that I'm realizing how much I say people are weird. I'm not proud of that. Why do I do it? Who am I to judge who's weird or not? They're just....very very different that I am... Recently I met a guy who obviously lied about having a girlfriend after I told him that I was talking to my boyfriend (which was also a lie because I thought he would've left when I told him...fail.). But he was the guy who probably didn't have many friends and sorry to say this but girls probably aren't that interested in him. After trying to hit on me and discovering that I wasn't available he felt the need to lie...as if that would make him "cooler" or whatever. That's so sad. I won't lie now, I was a little rude and very disinterested in what he was saying. Why? Why do I have to be so cold? Who cares if he's a little strange? I need to look past that and just accept him. God told me a while ago that everybody I come in contact with is there for a reason. I need to try to learn something from everybody I meet. Maybe I'll learn something maybe I won't. But it's not about just me either, what if I'm supposed to teach them something? What if I could help them by just being a friend? I don't want to just see the dirt on people...I want to brush some off of them and see what's underneath. I know it's going to be hard because everybody I know does this too. But I will try to...no. I am going to get better about this. No more talking about people or poking fun at people that walk past.

Hmmmm...

Well as it turns out, this Saturday is a mandatory practice for my belly dancing...and the teacher said that if we can't make the practice then we cant be in the group dance for the show in May. SUCKS. I have to work an event that day with my manager. No way of getting out of it. My teacher said I could do a solo......HAHHAAHAHAHA yea right..that would be super hilarious but no. I don't have the guts or the ability to do that. I guess I'll just do it next time there's a show...just sucks because I was looking forward to it. *sigh* oh well.

In a Hole

I was just thinking about my friends. I wonder why we don't ever really talk about anything...I love 'em to death and we always have a great time together but you know..I wish we'd be there for each other, like actually talk about real things that are going on. When I'm with them it's like everything else disappears. It's an escape, which isn't a bad thing neccessarily...I just wish that sometimes we could have real conversations...like about books, politics, society, religion, and maybe even hidden meanings of the movies we watch. haha maybe I'm just wierd...but I don't wanna hide from everything that's real all the time. I don't want to die in a hole. I still love them of course and I don't like them any less because of this. It's just a thought...maybe I should try to initiate something...so we can build each other up instead of just running.

Maybe...Just Maybe

A thought just came to my mind. Maybe I'm afraid to let people get close to me. Maybe I want to be alone? No...maybe I'm just stupid. I always push the ones I really care about away before they get to close. I hurt myself before they hurt me more. I use unbuttered real honest truth with the ones I really really care about and I think it freaks 'em out. I ask too many questions apparently. But I don't understand how they can have so many on-the-surface-feel-good friends and conversations and when they get offered some meat they shove it away. Maybe that's what I'm doing wrong...I always want to understand. *sigh* My blessing and my curse.

Now I've got to leave and find a way back to where I came from

I was tired of waiting
Playing all the games and
Living in a place that was not for me
So I thought it was time
For me to get what's mine
And to do it all, everything I dreamed
What I thought was the best of me turned to be
All the worst I could find

If I run to you
Will you hold me in your arms forevermore
If I run to you
Will you hold me in your arms forevermore

Now I got a feeling
That I've got to leave and
Find a way back to where I came from
Though I don't deserve it
I know it's unheard but
Living here without you, my life is done
I confess that I shouldn't have run from you
Now I know I was wrong

Nowhere to run to
And no one to turn to
I'm dying out here on my own
Long before I even thought of returning
Your arms are wide open
Waiting for me to come home

If I run to you
Will you hold me in your arms forevermore
If I run to you
Will you hold me in your arms forevermore

-Third Day (My favorite)

Since The Fight

Change happens fast. I had decided that I wasn't going to text him anymore or invite him anywhere. But since the fight he's been inviting me to hang out, granted not just me and him, with our group, but still. He hasn't done that for months. And when I go because I want to and I don't want him to think I don't care..he acts NORMAL. haha like we never fought and like he used to be. It's so confusing. How can he be all distant and rude and easily annoyed one day and then happy-go-lucky and rather a pleasant person the next? Did he just need someone to notice? I won't complain though, I've missed this side of him. Who knows how long it'll last, so I'll enjoy him while he lets me.

Him.

I got in a fight with my best friend the other day. I was in the bathroom at school when we finished arguing and I just hid in a stall and started crying. Never done that before. It was kinda wierd. Not in a good way! He won't talk to me anymore about things. So I don't know what's going on with him. He's not ok and I wanna be there for him but he won't let me. He gets mad so easily now. But you know, he says he wants to be left alone. I'll leave him alone. I won't let this ruin our relationship. I'll give him his extra extra space but I'll still be here. He'll talk to me when he's ready. Life is a waiting game but lately I'm getting sick of waiting. I'm gunna go back to my old life motto. Suck it up and deal with it. *sigh*

One Of Those Days

UGH...today's just one of those days where I can't stand being at home but feel stuck here...nope I'll get out..don't where I'm going but I'm going somewhere.

Favorite Song

Put Your Records On by Corinne Bailey Ray. I love it, just love it. I swear I listen to it almost three or four times a day. hahaha I can't over it, she's so awesome.

ummmmmmmmmmmm

I hope he's not falling in love with me. That's all I want to say.....other than I don't feel like working today but at least I have a job so I'll suck it up.

Today.

Went to a fotofest exhibition tonight. Was pretty cool, I talked to one of the photographers and he gave me some tips for learning about my style of photography. I will definitely take his advice on that. Only thing that was missing was I found myself wishing that my best friend was with me...sad thing though..I'm pretty sure I screwed up everything with him...he doesn't ever wanna hang out with me anymore. I miss him more than I'd like to admit.

I look kinda funny when I blow...BUT anywho...I like to dream! And that's what I did today. =]

Heart to Heart.

Well my best friend, Des, and I finally got together tonight and hung out. It's been a while since we have. She has a kid and a boyfriend and is working alot and I have lots of school and then I work too so we don't really get many chances. But we did tonight and it was pretty awesome. We opened up to each other pretty fast...usually I don't really but for some reason I did tonight. I liked it. We talked about everything that was going on in our lives and some things we need to do together, like get her a savings account and for both of us to make a budget! Very much needed. We've grown up a lot. It's awesome cuz we still support each other and can give advice to each other. We call each other out when we're retarded and it's good. We really do need each other. We grew up together and kinda have gone our separate ways...but we always come back together. I want to hang out with her more. She does too. We both have the problem of just having guy friends and we're both realizing how important for us as women to have women friends! It really is so different than a guy friend. It's an awesome thing. We both want more girl friends. To start off we have each other. I've missed her.

Other Blog.

Just wanted to let you know that I made another blog about family.

Here's the link ---> http://moons-are-awesome2.blogspot.com/

Leerone

Well this is new. I found some LEGAL free downloads for some music on the internet. But to download the songs you have to send in your email so they can send you a code to get them. So I did. The artist is this chic Leerone. I really like her stuff. =] But then I get an email from her, nothing special I suppose but I thought it was cool. I mean what artist sends you emails? It wasn't automated because first of all she said so and it didn't sound like it and she's been replying to me. Just a few emails but she's gunna let me know when she comes to my city. Maybe I'm just retarded and this happens to everybody but it's my first time so I think it's pretty cool. Maybe she'll get really famous someday and maybe I'll get to meet her in person and then I'll know a famous person! hahahaha overthinking this whole thing I know, but I don't care. It's rare for me to get emotional or overly excited so I think it's ok for me to every now and then.

A Little Change

I thought about making a new blog, but then I didn't want to go through that process again and then I would have to keep three up to date..sooooo I'm changing this blogs purpose some.

I would like to bring you readers (if i even have any) along for my journey of self discovery. I thought I knew who I was, but in truth I don't. I keep changing so now I have decided that I'm not single anymore. I am in a relationship with myself. Well that's half, it's dual relationship because God is here too.

So. Here's my first self discovery: I like hot tea while I write papers. I love coffee shops(NOT STARBUCKS!), it's always soothing there and interesting people go there.

Marriage.

Well on my way to class today, I was about to eat my breakfast in the car- trail mix, when I was sitting at a red light. But there was a guy on the corner with a sign that read "FOOD OR BLANKET" I try to help out when I can...my heart is always touched by these guys. So I rolled down my window and asked if he liked trail mix; he did and accepted it gratefully. Then he asks me if I knew what the number one problem why there's so much divorce these days was. I said because of the lack of communication. He says yeahhh but MARRIAGE is the number one cause..and that he's been alive 46 years and never got married. Now I don't agree with that, he was trying to joke with it..but I have a lot to say about marriage.

People get married without really knowing the person they're getting married to. They do it because they of what they "feel" and not what IS. Some people marry for money, some because they think that love=sex or sex=love, some because they're scared they'll never find anyone better, some because of pressure, some because of kids, and I'm sure there are many more reasons.

But most people don't understand that getting married is a commitment to another person, for BETTER OR WORSE. You're not gunna be happy all the time, people have their days. There will never be a person that you will NEVER have a problem with, especially if you're gunna live with them for the rest of your life. There are things that you gotta figure out and deal with before AND during your marriage. It's simply a never-ending process of discovering each other and helping each become the best they can be. For Christians also, helping your spouse get closer to God.

I wish that people would think about marriage more and respect it and see the awesome beauty of a truly good marriage.

There are those people too who see marriage as a trap or a cage. But you know, it's really freeing. If you marry the right person, you shouldn't have to worry about affairs or losing them to another. You don't have to be afraid to be alone. You don't have to have the pressure of trying to please multiple people, you just gotta please ONE. Your heart is with your spouse forever. Shouldn't have a need to worry about it breaking.

Now my brain is jumping everywhere so I'm gunna stop writing before I talk in circles and don't make any sense if I haven't already done that.

So Much More...

Well I am reading this VERY awesome book called The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis and these are some things I learned today.

• “Prosperity knits a man to the the world. He feels that he is finding his place in it, while really it is finding its place in him.”
• We don’t feel at home here on earth because our home ISNT on earth! We were made for so much more than we can understand.
• “Where Virtue is concerned ‘Experience is the mother of illusion.’”
• “…courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point, which means, at the highest reality.”

I don't ever want to forget these things or just push them aside...we're so blind to reality. I just caught a glimpse and now I'm addicted to finding more. There are so many ways to get caught up in this world and all the distractions...but none of this matters. Cars, clothes, houses, shoes, computers, money...nothing nothing nothing matters. It won't last. The simple joys and pleasures of life gets us closer to God because He's the one that gave them to us! Please don't let me go back to who I was. I want to stay in His light and see from this vantage point forever.

COURAGE!

At work today there was this very attractive man who came in. We small talk a little bit and then, you know, he goes and sits down to eat. He sat where I had a perfectly good view of him...and well of course I couldn't help but to glance over at his beauty a few times. I always caught him looking but I just smiled. I wanted him to come over and talk with me some more but he never did. As he was walking out the door he turned and looked at me and said "goodbye Luna!" Wonderfully profound I know...HAH...but he must've been stalking me secretly because I never told him my name, he found it out though. Then he did the whole look-back thing when he was outside (we have huge windows so we could still see each other). I just stared at him the whole time, wishing he would come back in and find a way to see me again or something. I know he wanted to, but he didn't have the guts, I suppose. Guys! Man up and more confident please!

Birthdays at my house are so....joyful...haha no really. They just hate pictures! Well I say suck it up and enjoy your Barbie Birthday Cup, sister of mine.

Oh wait! There's that smile!!

Strange Ways

He always decides to show me His love for me in the strangest ways...always the same simple sign but in random places. Overwhelming every time...I'm so not worthy...

Vienna

Well I am listening to Vienna by Billy Joel and it's probly one of my most favorite songs.

Slow down, you crazy child

and take the phone off the hook and disappear for awhile

it's all right, you can afford to lose a day or two

When will you realize,..Vienna waits for you?

And you know that when the truth is told

that you can get what you want or you can just get old

You're gonna kick off before you even get half through

Why don't you realize, Vienna waits for you

Just some of the lyrics...I also really like Boston by Augustana.

She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly him out to Spain...
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah,

I've felt like this so many times...I got my wish once. Eighth grade I went to Mexico and lived with my cousins for the year. Greatest year yet. Changed my life and I'll never be the same. I want to go back so badly. I've always felt trapped here..but maybe I'm just trapped in my pride.

My Story......the links never worked =]

The Tale of a Child

*Drip* *Drop* *Drip* *Drop* *Drip* *Drop*

The rain slowly eased itself down from the roof’s crusty brown gutter to the muttering patio beneath it. Little Sally Grae sighed in frustration and boredom as she watched the rain in its travels. It had been raining as long as she could recall and each dreary second that passed was taking a toll on her sanity. Six-year-olds were meant to prance around in the fresh green grass with the sun tenderly beaming on their faces. They were meant to climb towering trees that reached the great blue sky and to chase fuzzy little bunnies in the meadows. Surely their purpose was not to sit on stools by the window, staring enviously at the rain dancing and teasing in the wonderful outdoors. The longing to feel the cozy, warm beams of sunlight on her arms and chubby face was very evident on her countenance. She could barely even remember what that felt like. Since the rain had started, poor little Sally Grae sat on her too-high, hard-as-a-rock stool and leaned on the dusty, white windowpane with her delicate nose pressed into the glass. Her perfect forehead wrinkled in anger after a while. Oh, how merciless those drops of torture were! They danced with the leaves and then slowed down as if to stop, but as soon as the glimmer of hope and trust appeared in those big blue eyes, the drops shouted with flashes of light and danced more furiously. They enjoyed depriving the miserable girl of her sole purpose in life.

The wicked giants, who obviously did not care for the happiness of Sally Grae, applauded loudly for the dancers, which, to the little girl’s disappointment, encouraged them. At first, the giants frightened her and she quivered in fear and pulled her round face away from the window. However, after they clapped a few times more, she became angry at them for assisting the evil dancers in keeping her hostage in the lonely house. There was no grass nor meadows nor vast blue sky nor sweet sunlight in that dark place. How could she survive?

Soon, her mind began to play tricks on her too. Sally Grae shifted her weight on her burdensome stool, rested her chin on the palm of her hand, and placed her elbow on the windowpane. She blinked and suddenly she was back out in the sun, soaking it up, but she had no idea where she was. The ground was soft and fluffy, rather like cotton candy, and the sun seemed closer than ever before. The only thing she was able to recognize was the extremely loud banging. Little Sally Grae searched in vain and in anger for the culprit who was creating that devastating racket. A large, just-out-of-a-fairy-tale castle was nearby and her instincts led her right up to the enormous doorway that was a tad peculiar because there was no door! Sally Grae’s tiny little sneakers marched into this grand fortress ready to reveal her greatness to the unwanted delinquents. Two extravagant blue eyes hunted the open space for their prey. This clamor had gone on long enough. She was ready to enjoy her glorious kingdom once more.

Stepping through a doorway to her right came two immense giants booming with that familiar laughter. Sally Grae froze for only an instant. Then, with her hands on her hips, she stomped right up to the toes of one of the giants and kicked it with all of her might. The afflicted one peered down at the little crumb who tickled his tow. An extremely irate face greeted his curiosity with a scowl and suddenly both of the giants knew why she was in their realm. It was a game to them to be bothersome to this poor child and deprive her from the sun. It had been quite enjoyable a game for them. To squish the helpless girl now was against their laws, but no one was around and it would be so easy to make her a mini pancake. The two argued for a few minutes and decided to flatten the child. The vexed giant slowly elevated his foot while shocked and dreading eyes followed it. Yet, just as he was about to deprive the child of her sunlight forever, the glorious sun, leader and ruler of almost everything, came and gave the giants on look that told them that if better skedaddle before they turn into bacon. Quickly they obliged to his unspoken order and shrank away into the darkness of their dusty rooms.

With eyes with filled with happiness and excitement, little Sally Grae peered at her knight in shining armor of the day and gleefully expressed her gratitude to him with shouts of joy and the waving of her soft little hands. The sun just smiled mysteriously and nodded for her to go out of the tremendous castle. As she went on the fluffy ground again, the grand hero gently blew on her precious face and it reminded her of the sweet breezes in the meadow. Her eyelids slowly closed as she drank the wonderful memory. Upon opening those big blue eyes again, she found herself falling off of the way-too-hard stool and landing on the cold tiles. Confused and in pain from her fall, she glanced up quickly at the window. Soft beams of sunlight streamed in the glass and touched her face as she saw them. The smile that appeared on little Sally Grae’s face was one of an angel. The rain had fled from the sun. Timid hands reached up for the door knob that would lead the child to her kingdom. Opening the door and smelling the new freshness in the air was all she needed. She pranced around in her new kingdom with her newfound knowledge that it would never rain again, only be sunshine forever.

OUCH!

Well, my eyes are burning and watering. I believe that means it's time for esleep. Dont really want to but I have to get up early anyways. Times like these are when I resent that we need sleep...I want to just read and do nonsense on here. :] But alas, I do need it desperately. So I'm consenting now...GOODNIGHT!

I'm Cheating...

http://moonsareawesome.weebly.com/

Soo this is my other blog...lol I still havent decided which one I like better sooooo we'll see. :]

BLAKE. This is my sister/best friend's adorable baby. I was stalking him and took a million pictures...this one's my favorite. And Yep that is just drool all over his t-shirt.

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This is a story I wrote for my composition2 class. Enjoy!

Well, this is me! I just bought that awesomely cool apron just for cooking/baking and painting. I'm very excited about it and it makes me more excited to do what I like to do. Those cookies were fabulous by the way.