tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19426790923496271342024-03-13T06:19:10.367-05:00Long Live the Rambling QueenRandom stories, ranting opinions, and attempts at making you laugh at my life. Enjoy! Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942679092349627134.post-1940824295744429212017-06-22T12:53:00.003-05:002017-07-06T13:15:47.961-05:00MILLENIALS YOU ARE WEIRD.........FACE IT.<div class="lead-carousel__media" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;">
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SERIOUSLY MILLENIALS MAKE ABSOLUTELY ZERO SENSE.......</h2>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Once Upon A Time, kids were idk, Normal</span>......<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They said please and thank you and they smiled and acted like polite small adults. They listened to their Walkman and sat quietly waiting for mom and dad. MOM AND DAD had control....they could look at you with that "shut up now or I'm going to kill you when we are alone" look. Did we all in our generation not learn that to pass down because this generation is apparently immune. </span></div>
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The reason for all this? Parents who beat their children when they deserved it. I don't mean like "beat" I mean spanked or whatever. Growing up I was scared of my father and upsetting him was the absolute last thing I wanted to do. He's a big and intimidating man who has a presence that commands attention. He scared the crap out of me so I was a good kid per incurring his wrath. That's the way it's supposed to be. I was sent to my room where my tv was unplugged and that was all we had. Now getting sent to your room is awesome! So many gadgets and cell phones to text your friends about how much your parents are lame while you surf your instagram and pinterest accounts for hours until it's dinner time. Now igetting banned from your room is a punishment and having to eat at the dinner table with your family with no cell phone is TORTURE!</div>
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They also don't just do things to make life simple. It's almost like they thrive on it. They want the drama...Here's an example some kid recently stole an idea I had and basically copied it. Well that person had a tie to the true origins of the idea, and me the understanding person I am proposed a compromise.....yep no....He didn't want a compromise, he wanted what he wanted and compromise <i>that was actually me giving in to him</i> wasn't going to cut it so I proceeded to get a "hate tweet" from a 13 year old with cuss words......um....wth</div>
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I agree with this..... Dean Winchester gets it. This generation will never know a life without cell phones. I came in on the very end of the Gen Yers<br />
<strong>ONE QUESTION IF YOU ARE 6 WHO ARE YOU CALLING/TEXTING/SNAPCHATTING? ELMO? HONEY BOO BOO? I mean who do you call at 6 years old? I want to make clear this is a rhetorical question for the pure fact I don't want to know the answer!!</strong><br /><br />
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<em>Growing up I had one of those dorky see through phones.....IN MY ROOM ON A LAND LINE! Gasp!</em><br /><br />
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<em>I snuck my Tamagochi Pet in my backpack with my LA GEARS that lit up. I was super cool baby</em><br /><br />
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yeah baby sexy!!!!</div>
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I don't know about you but I was a horrible Tamagochi mom. Mine died every time. That dude was a glutton. And he didn't start over if he died you had to accept that fact and maybe shed a tear or like me throw it as hard as you can pissed into the trash then tell everyone you knew how much they suck.</div>
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A FEW YEARS LATER.......</div>
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Satan invented a fad that was true evil........</div>
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BEANIE BABIES.....</div>
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Why god why????</div>
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I still own some and I swear maybe one day when I'm 80 they may be valuable. They will be mine until then. Because no one in their right mind would take them even for free.....seriously TRY GIVING THEM TO GOODWILL! I have...<br />
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Then you would get home and Mario had to rescue the princess and dang it I wanted every short cut. There were even magazines devoted to shortcuts and don't you doubt I played Sonic The Hedgehog too on my Sega Genesis baby!<br />
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AS A 90'S KID I KNEW EVERY TRICK TO MANIPULATE<strong> <span style="color: purple;">SILLY PUTTY!!!!</span></strong><br /><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">What happened to Silly Putty I mean does Playdough even still exist? what a strange world.</span></strong><br /><br />
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me and my <strong><u>LISA FRANK</u></strong> NOTEBOOK AND MY <strong><u>TRAPPER KEEPER</u></strong> WOULD HEAD OFF TO SCHOOL WITH MY TAMAGOTCHI AND MY LA GEARS FOR GYM.....<br />
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Back when I was growing up, you learned things like um....sports in gym class and you didn't get to sit out unless you were <em><strong>dying.</strong></em> <br />
So as I went to school in my mom's Chevy hooptie I mean that was an ugly car I listened to my waterproof special skip proof <br />
DISCMAN!!!!!! YEAH BABY!!!!!<br />
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DON'T FALL OR BUMP ANYTHING OR THAT TIFFANY OR MICHAEL JACKSON "BAD" CD WAS RUINED</div>
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I made many temporary friends and got in a lot of trouble in class playing with my slap bracelets</div>
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That I would have to be careful where to put on my hands cause I fell down doing my Skip It!</div>
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SIDE NOTE: Millenials would not understand the Skip It and the skill it took. They would wonder where the batteries were and omg you have to like jump? Exercise? um.....no......</div>
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There was that glorious time called recess where all these things would be dug out of their hiding places and your Tamagochi was almost starved to death, because you were too busy you know, Playing outside on your feet or playground equipment. </div>
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To get on the internet you would have to yell at your brother that you needed the phone line a LAND LINE! and sign on your AOL ACCOUNT AND LISTEN TO THE arrrrrreeeeeeeeesssshshhhhshhhhhhh</div>
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if you didn't have an AOL ACCOUNT YOU WERE SO UNCOOL...MESSSENGER WAS A MUST AND EVEN SHOWED UP IN A MOVIE WITH MEG RYAN BEFORE SHE BECAME A MUTANT AND TOM HANKS CHECKING THEIR INBOXES FOR AOL MAIL...</div>
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My handle was juls21881 yeah that's right I rock!! </div>
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I still have a profile on MySpace I need to find it so I can see pics from the 90s and early 2000s that have long since been lost. This was before we realized the internet is FOREVER!!!!!! </div>
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We still had to worry about that stuff called FILM and how many pictures in our cameras and cell phones were the newest thing on the planet and I was dying for a SIDEKICK the coolest </div>
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I REMEMBER IN GILMORE GIRLS BACK IN THOSE ANCIENT TIMES CALL THE 2000'S SIDEKICK AND TEXTING WERE LIKE THE COOL THING, NOW....MY <b>70 year old MOM</b> CAN TEXT...."NOUGH SAID"<br />
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THEN THE DEVIL INVENTED ANOTHER THING....SOMETHING THAT KEPT ME BLOODY AND KILLED MY SPIRIT OVER AND OVER......IN LINE SKATES!</div>
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When these went out of style or I GREW to old for them good lord was I happy.</div>
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Good riddance....don't even get me started about putting wheels on tennis shoes...I can't EVEN!</div>
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THEN CAME THE BREAKTHROUGH THIN FLIP PHONE THE RAZR......</div>
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It was so satisfying to flip it closed and hang up on someone.....now you have to push a screen which is so not nearly as satisfying...</div>
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END END END TAKE THAT BUTTFACE! </div>
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The battery worked for days and the thing was fricking indestructible. Where now people make more money on phone cases to protect your phone and chargers to charge the battery that lasts mere hours. I once dropped my Razr down a flight of concrete stairs! Not even a scratch! those were the days.</div>
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THEN STEVE JOBS BOUGHT ALL OUR SOULS......IN HIS BLACK TURTLENECK</div>
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He didn't live to see it but no more disc man and no more skipping scratched CDs ipod changed the world....if you think that's not true....really think then cue up the next song on your iTunes....</div>
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Once Upon A Time, When I wasn't a fatty and like old.....I played sports....so you know the light up sneakers....yeah I rocked those babies....</div>
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You couldn't wear them while playing sports so there I was with the duct tape/electric tape covering my light up shoes that was completely ineffective therefore showing even other schools I was a geek.</div>
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I started seeing those again and the trauma of many a basketball game came flooding back.</div>
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one of my favorite shows PRE-SUPERNATURAL was Buffy the Vampire Slayer.....duh what's not to love.</div>
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In the first episode Buffy famously quips. "If the apocalypse comes beep me." Awww beepers the memories...and the pay phones that were a quarter......*sings* Memories!!!!!</div>
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The Gilmore Girls Pre-Revival had beepers and those fun flip cell phones and their fast talking...then Rory's dad got the big bucks and got her a SIDEKICK FOR TEXTING....WOOOOOOWWWW </div>
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MAN I WANTED ONE! </div>
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I remember Rory's dad not knowing how texting worked telling her he was eating peas on her sidekick.....he didn't like them. This was pre iphone. </div>
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The arguments over whether a random celebrity was alive or dead were classic and now just look it up and argument over! </div>
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How did we like know things before Google snaked it's way into our consciousness? I can't imagine a world without Google....but it did exist once.... flashback to the torture of learning the Dewey decimal system. Is that even still in existence? Oh and card catalogs! Oh and for that matter. LIBRARIES. My mom goes to the library once a week and I have a library card that expired in 2009. I mean I can buy it on Kindle people why go to the library. </div>
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To be fair I wanted everything Rory from Gilmore Girls had, the mom, the men, the looks......Yeah and all the things Buffy had too....I wanted a lot </div>
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Then my very favorite games FINALLY making kids long car rides bearable....THE GAMEBOY!!!!</div>
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Here's a fun fact. What I call irony...these are worth a FORTUNE ON EBAY and beanie babies you can't give away......</div>
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There's like bugs and stuff. I went to summer camp every year and came home with mosquito bites covering every inch of me and I loved it....there was no GLAMPING.....Now I can't get my nieces to get through one dinner without their phones.<br />
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There were probably "fad" diets but I didn't care I was a kid. I loved me Some NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK AND KID AND PLAY AND MILLI VANNILLI Pre lip syncing fiasco, now 90 percent of artists lip sync in concert, just saying. AND WEIRD AL'S VERSION OF EVERY POPULAR SONG.....<br />
I lived for POP UP VIDEO?? Random facts we didn't know? POP!!!!<br />
BEHIND THE MUSIC.....<br />
AWARDS SHOWS DIDN'T HAVE RATINGS.......and I as a child could watch them without having to see too much of Miley Cyrus while rubbing on some sorta kinda known dude who happens to be the son of the dad from GROWING PAINS!<br />
WE DIDN'T KNOW EVERY FACT ABOUT EVERY STAR OR "NON STAR EVERY SECOND"<br />
Things didn't get blown up. There were sight seeing tours to the top of he World Trade Center and except for the evil "Saddam Hussein" who was only evil to me because footage of the first Gulf War took up my TV shows....like Beverly Hills 90210 omg Brandon!<br />
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Wars actually ENDED! And troops could come home to their families. Now wars aren't periods of time they are every day happenings with different countries getting mad about something and the US playing the big brother on the playground protecting them and arming them just to have them turn around years later and use those weapons against us and the circle begins again. The military isn't a, will you fight a war it's a WHEN and WHERE. it's not bullets anymore or adults fighting behind lines. It's secret missions with night vision and infrared and insane rich guys who have tricked younger men to strap bombs with nails and other sharp harmful objects and walk into dance clubs and blow it and themselves up. It's children with IEDs taught to hate so young.<br />
Ask a millennial if they could name one general or for that matter what soldiers do or what country we fought in World War 2.<br />
Recently I pulled out my New Kids On the Block tape in my old bedroom and my 12 year old niece asked me what a "tape was"<br />
Then a book came out that was made into a series on NETFLIX not regular tv but internet tv, and a girl in high school made 13 tapes telling the kids in her high school why she killed herself and now a suicide NOTE is a thing of the past.<br />
When I was growing up kids committed suicide for hate crimes over having HIV. It was tragic and newsworthy. Now the news is full of worse things than HIV and kids kill themselves due to being bullied not just in school but because they can come home and be bullied non stop on social media because some random guy claims he had sex with her and she kills herself and it's not going to make the news because it's becoming an epidemic.<br />
The world used to say SAY NO TO DRUGS now it's more like ok just be safe and get an Uber and don't overdose. And kids having sex at ages when back when I was growing up the thought was still gross.<br />
SAY NO TO DRUGS has been replaced with DONT COMMIT SUICIDE YOU ARE WORTH IT! I'm glad I grew up when I did. I was bullied mercilessly and I endured because I could come home and just worry about it at school and not keep getting tortured when I got home over a picture on Instagram or a tweet. Being a kid today is easy in some ways as far as convenient, but there aren't just cliques now there are girls that are popular one day because the guys like them and then SLUT SHAMED for it and bullied the next. Anonymity and hiding behind a keyboard is the reason kids are dying way too young because people don't have to say it face to face. That is the hardest thing I can imagine. If you commit suicide now, it's not on the news because they are too busy talking about suicide bombers and crazy people shooting kids while just learning first grade math.<br />
SAY WHAT YOU WANT ABOUT THIS GENERATION WITH ALL THEIR CONVENIENCES. YES THERE IS GOOGLE AND SMARTPHONES BUT THERE IS HATRED AND JEALOUSY AND KIDS WHO CANT ESCAPE THOSE THINGS. THERE ARE 16 YEAR OLDS HAVING CHILDREN AND GETTING THEIR OWN SHOWS.<br />
MILLENIALS HAVE NO STREET SMARTS ANYMORE BECAUSE THEY DONT HAVE TO LEAVE HOME TO EXPERIENCE VIOLENCE.<br />
BEING THIN IS EVEN MORE PRESSURE AND EATING DISORDERS ARE AT EPIC PROPORTIONS. BEING FAT IS WORSE THAN BEING A SEX OFFENDER THESE DAYS AND JUST AS DISGUSTING.<br />
Adults are trying to change the negative connotations of beauty isn't just on the outside but we are fighting a battle we created. With models who are 6 feet tall and 100 pounds and some designers refusing to make PLUS SIZE clothing. Plus size now being size 6 and a huge scandal because they put a size 16 GORGEOUS model on The cover of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue. A gorgeous woman who looks freaking amazing.<br />
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She's too fat they say. No she just eats! But this was a big deal she isn't starving to death and she's on a magazine with models that are genetic mutants.<br />
TELEVISION. THERE ARE NO WORDS.<br />
I REMEMBER THE DAYS WHEN I WOKE UP SATURDAY MORNING AND WATCH SAVED BY THE BELL WITH ZACH AND KELLY AND SCREECH BEFORE THAT UGLY DUDE WAS A PORN STAR OR SOMETHING? KELLY AND ZACK WERE IN LOVE AND SEX WASNT EVEN AN ISSUE.<br />
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MICHAEL JACKSON'S BAD WAS MY ALBUM BABY! I HAD THE TAPE AND THE "WEIRD AL VERSION "FAT"<br />
JANET JACKSON AND I DID SOME DANCING BABY------ RHYTHM NATION!!!!!<br />
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OUR BOY BANDS WERE EVEN DORKIER BUT DAMMIT WE WERE DEVOTED And there were TWO TO CHOOSE AND DEVOTE YOURSELF TO, NOW THERE ARE SO MANY THAT WHO DO YOU CHOOSE?<br />
They would tour and not end up with mugshots in random countries....they were just cute boys not delinquents.<br />
HANNAH MONTANA WAS ON AND SO WAS LIZZIE MCGUIRE......BEFORE THE CRAZY THAT BECAME MILEY CYRUS....<br />
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We had Michael Keaton as Batman and Matlock on TV for our parents don't kill me I secretly liked that show. <br />
OLD PEOPLE JUST GOT OLD! <br />
ANDY GRIFFITH WALKED AROUND AS MATLOCK WITH HIS WHITE HAIR <br /><br />
JESSICA FLETCHER "MURDER SHE WROTE" AFTER APPARENTLY RETIRING FROM SOMETHING.<br />
DICK VAN DYCK AND HIS WHOLE FAMILY DIAGNOSED MURDERS.<br />
NOW WE HAVE STARS LIKE JOAN RIVERS DYING FROM TOO MUCH PLASTIC SURGERY AT 80 SOMETHING WHEN SHE LOOKED 40 AT LEAST SHE TRIED TO. <br />
THE BIGGEST SCANDAL ON TV THEN WAS<strong> 'DONNA MARTIN GRADUATES!"</strong><br />All because she was drunk at the prom. Good god I miss those days!<br />
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<strong>My senior trip to Europe you had to figure out 20 different currencies between countries and you got these things called STAMPS in your passport. You could ride the tube in London and not worry about being blown up and our biggest danger was pick pockets...</strong><br /><br />
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<strong>When I returned shortly after my niece was born and with that the age of the MILLENIALS BEGAN HERE WE ARE....CYBER BULLYING, TWITTER, INSTAGRAM, FACEBOOK, SNAPCHAT, AND WHATEVER ELSE LATER.</strong><br /><br />
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<strong>THOSE WERE THE GOOD OLD DAYS AS THE SAYING GOES....</strong><br /><br />
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TAKE A PICTURE WITH OUR SMART PHONE OF OUR COOL MEAL....<br /><br />
FLY BUT IF THEY ASK YOU TO GET OFF GET THE HELL OFF.....<br /><br />
WATCH THE NEWS TO SEE WHERE THE NEXT TERRORIST GROUP WILL BOMB AT SOME CONCERT OF SOME CRAPPY TEEN IDOL.<br />
BATMAN HAD 20 REMAKES BY NOW AND AT LEAST 6 ACTORS. TERMINATOR HAS BEEN REMADE....NOTHING IN BACK TO THE FUTURE ACTUALLY CAME TO PASS AS THE DAY JUST CAME AND WENT.<br />
THEY REMADE <strong>DIRTY DANCING......DIRTY DANCING.....WHAT? WITHOUT PATRICK SWAYZE.....NOT COOL MAN NOT COOL.</strong><br /><br />
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<strong>THERE ARE REAL HOUSEWIVES FROM EVERYWHERE....THAT ARE NO MORE REAL THAN BOOB IMPLANTS.....</strong><br /><br />
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<strong>BEVERLY HILLS</strong><br /><br />
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<strong>I can't even think of the others. There are girls who are famous for their butts.....their BUTTS. </strong><br /><br />
<strong>They are skinny everywhere else but have big butts so they and their entire family get a show on tv that comes on so much you can't not know what it is. They are famous for being famous and have no skill at all. They didn't even lip sync themselves into fame they just made their butt fat. </strong><br /><br />
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<strong>Baywatch has been remade in movies where once big wrestler the Rock replaces The Hoff and Zac Efron is now not 13 and so we can like him without feeling guilty</strong><br /><br />
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<strong>The "FRIENDS" are old now and the millenials think that is classic tv.</strong><br /><br />
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<strong>GEORGE CLOONEY GOT MARRIED FINALLY AT LIKE 70 OR WHATEVER AND TO THIS WOMAN HE SO DOESN'T DESERVE. </strong><br />
<strong>HE OUTGREW THE ER AND WENT ON TO THE OCEAN...ELEVEN,TWELVE, AND THIRTEEN. </strong><br />
<strong>SAID AWESOME WIFE GAVE BIRTH TO TWINS SO GEORGE CLOONEY HAS FINALLY PROCREATED AND EVERYONE CAN BREATHE A SIGH OF RELIEF HIS GENES ARE FINALLY IN THE GENE POOL....</strong><br /><br />
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<strong>BRAD PITT WENT FROM THELMA, LOUISE, AND JENN ANISTON TO A SKELETON NAMED ANGELINA WITH BIG LIPS AND 6 KIDS BOTH ADOPTED AND NATURALLY BORN LATER......THEY GOT MARRIED AND THEREFORE DIVORCED. </strong><br /><br />
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<strong>JENNIFER ANISTON ACCORDING TO MAGAZINES HAS HAD LIKE 40 PREGNANCIES AND NOT ONE BABY. MAGAZINE ARTICLES HAVE WHOLE WEBSITES ABOUT WHICH ARE TRUE AND WHICH ARENT AND THEY ARENT TABLOIDS. </strong><br /><br />
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<strong>There are gluten free diets, raw food diets, anorexia diets, atkins no carb diets and also just no diet at all diets. You can't watch the 500 tv channels without seeing some washed up star talking about Nutri-System or Weight Watchers.....</strong><br /><br />
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<strong>Britney Spears went from pop princess to pop hot mess, and back again and now has made Vegas no longer just where the washed up stars go to perform, she made it cool again cause she needed a steady gig and her daddy is still her guardian but she sells out every night. SHES NOW 36 and has teenage kids and still can't control her own life. But she's making money like crazy and has become even more iconic. OOOPPPS SHE DID IT AGAIN!</strong><br /><br />
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<strong>MICHAEL JACKSON IS DEAD BECAUSE SOME DOCTOR GAVE HIM ANESTHESIA AS SLEEPING PILLS AND SURPRISE THAT KILLED HIM.....HIS KIDS ARE ALMOST GROWN AND THE QUESTION OF THEIR PARENTAL LINEAGE IS EVEN MORE IN QUESTION. HE WAS BROKE AND THEN HE DIED AND NOW HE'S MAKING MONEY WITHOUT EVEN DOING ANYTHING......</strong><br /><br /><br />
<strong>RANDOM FAME SEEKERS AND CRAZIES BLOW UP CONCERTS AND BUILDINGS AND THEMSELVES AND WHERE THEY HIT NEXT IS UNKNOWN. YOU COULD BE WALKING IN THE LOCAL MALL AND BECOME A TARGET JUST FOR BEING THERE. </strong><br /><br />
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<strong>Politicians are one step away from their own reality show.....you know the rich dude from Celebrity Apprentice well he's the freaking ruler of the free world and is making a fool out of all of us and his every move is on tv for he whole world to see.. With I think his like 17th wife from some country that no one has ever heard of and the catalog where he bought her has since been burned.</strong><br /><br />
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<strong>The most exciting thing locally is the HOCKEY TEAM WE IGNORED FOR YEARS....they actually are pretty good and made it to the STANLEY CUP PLAYOFFS. We aren't ignoring them anymore....millenials are headed off to college and our future isn't bright it's scary as hell and these idiots who never played outside, grew up with Google and smartphones and document their every minute of every day on whatever is the popular social media network of the moment,</strong><br />
<strong> THESE ARE THE PEOPLE THAT WILL RUN THE WORLD AND NOT VERY FAR IN THE FUTURE. WHAT WILL THE NEXT GENERATION BRING AND WHAT IS GOING TO BECOME OF OUR PLANET? </strong><br />
<strong>......WE ARE DOOMED!!!!</strong><br /><br />
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GOOD LUCK GUYS! You have a hard road ahead and many challenges to face and I'm worried you aren't being prepared for the hardships to come. We shall see. Hopefully history books aren't all gloom and doom in 100 years and hopefully you can fix our mistakes. </div>
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ADULTING IT'S A VERB NOW....THANKS MILLENIALS.</h2>
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I don't know if you have noticed on the web that all these memes, which I finally found out what that is. <br />
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To ADULT, is extremely boring. It's the errands, it's cleaning it's the boredom of the days when there is nothing to do that you view as fun. It's not remembering what's fun and having it very rarely.<br />
The word is no longer a noun or adjective and, yes, despite my lack of punctuation and sentence structure in this blog I do know how to conjugate and say words correctly.<br />
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<strong>ADULTING COMES WITH TONS OF PROBLEMS YOU NEVER HAD BEFORE:</strong><br />
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1. A grown-up job----- means long hours, mundane tasks and the pay sucks. It means that your life will regress back to middle school social hierarchy<br />
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2. It means you will never be good enough for your family and they will be looking for your next promotion. Well that may be a while have a seat and leave me be. In my case it means, your brothers will ignore you unless commanded not to and also make stuff up about what you do. When they have absolutely no clue. <br />
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3. As an adult there comes the problem that not everyone will like you. You are no longer a teen or 20-something they can shake their head at and say " Oh! You! 20-somethings are crazy! Yep you will just be <em>annoying</em>. People will not be that forgiving either so accepting this is crucial and one of the hardest things to do.....<br />
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Every once in a while you get a boss who just "gets" you. I had one boss who I butted heads with, and my buffer boss, my porch, was the best most patient boss ever. (Cough) French Porch (cough) FRENCH PORCH--------------------------------------<br />
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Possibly the most patient person you've ever met as well ever...... See the problem with people everyone likes (or should) if you don't know anyone like this just trust me. Make them your friend. Spend as much time with them as you can. Because the secret to their amazing super power will get out and when it does someone will take them away. <br />
They get promoted cause they are hugely in demand and because they are awesome and it's no longer a secret. Dammit! So you grab their ankles and make them drag you to their new office! Or you try... <br />
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I was thinking about personalities the other day. My biggest and, at the moment, most hindering personality trait is butting in conversations. I think it stems from my days of being bullied at school and just wanting to be included. Trust me when I say, <strong>DONT DEVELOP THIS HORRIBLE HABIT</strong>. All it gets you is coworkers who include you in nothing, talk behind your back and make you feel awful all the time cause of this annoying habit. Then if you don't fix it IMMEDIATELY they won't try to like you until you do. It's a habit so it's not easy to break so you will have relapses and it will continue to annoy them and the circle starts over. <br />
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3.) <em>Everyone </em>has an annoying habit but if you enjoy a person they're annoying habits aren't as annoying or even very noticeable. Even so some people like above patient Dahli Llama supervisor can tell you to butt out and make you laugh all at the same time. When you are young this habit isn't as big a deal but when you are a grown up it IS A VERY BIG DEAL.<br />
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4. ) Communication skills deteriorate the more ADULT we become and the rare few who can master them. Be their best friend. SERIOUSLY BE WITH THEM AS MUCH AS YOU CAN.....THEY ARE RARE LIKE DIAMONDS OR FRENCH PORCHES.<br />
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5.) But of all the annoying habits my particular one is the most hated of all. I also like to help people. Usually when young, you learn helping people is good. When you are an adult "helping" becomes telling them they don't know how to do their job. So then they resent you for it and you really were trying to do a good deed. DO NOT DO THIS AS AN ADULT. YOU WILL BE YELLED AT. ONLY HELP WHEN ASKED. THE ART OF LETTING PEOPLE FALL ON THEIR FACE WITHOUT A PILLOW FROM YOU IS HARD BUT IS PROBABLY ONE OF THE EASIEST THINGS TO DO. I REPEAT DO NOT DO THIS......<br />
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<strong>WHEN YOU HAVE FRIENDS WHEN YOU ARE YOUNG THEY JUST AUTOMATICALLY INCLUDE YOU SO YOU MAY NOT DISCOVER THIS HABIT UNTIL YOU "ADULT"</strong><br />
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So many people tell me just leave your work at work. I'm sorry but I do not posses the capability to go home and just forget the feelings I experienced all day. <strong>PLEASE PLEASE....IF YOU KNOW HOW.... FOR GOD SAKE TELL ME. </strong><br />
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I would love that but I honestly have no social life and friends that I rarely see or that are either just as mentally unstable or too busy, so I basically have no one to talk to. So I go to work and I'm interested in their lives and I offer up my comments. Well when you are and adult. <strong>No one cares about your opinion. No one wants your comments.</strong> Just shut up and don't comment unless they specifically ask or unless they have known you forever. ....TRUST ME ON THIS I'VE LEARNED THE HARD WAY!<br />
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Adulting is hard and it's the longest stage of your life. I hope you come into it more prepared than I was. I had Book smarts,,,,,,,,CHECK,,,,,,street smarts......none....common sense....I mean depends on the situation. Something I've learned about common sense is that everyone has a different version of it. What I think is perfectly logical, someone else is all what the heck?<br />
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If you are winning an argument with someone, one you have worked up the nerve forever and have bullet points in your head and have for a bunch of years, and then you start tearing up, every valid point you have doesn't matter at all anymore. Just the water leaking from your eyes you can't make stop. Your entire thought out argument that you were winning comes crumbling down and all the kings horses and all the kings men cannot put it together again.<br />
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<strong>It's a universal truth</strong>, when you put human beings, homo sapiens, people, folks, whatever you want to call them in a place together there WILL be drama. THERE WILL. Some people are built with this mind filter that like water through a sieve filters the impurities. Well mind filters can malfunction or just not exist all together. I have to start hunting mine down or get like an implanted one, cause damn it's making life hell.<br />
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STUPID ADULTING! Yeah I was born without the filter and what sucks is I think as you grow you can grow one....but if you have like happy childhood and parents who make you feel good about yourself, that filter can grow. Yeah let's just say mine didn't. Drama is inevitable anyone who agrees with Mary J. Blige and wants "No More Drama" sit in your house alone. That's the only place you aren't going to find it.<br />
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What's cool about those extra special Dahlia Llama French porch people is you meet awesome people through them and if they vouch for them you can trust them with your mafia business.....I mean....*shifty eyes* secrets......<br />
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When you work with people you will have about 20 fellow employees and among said coworkers there filters about 1 or 2 people you can only sorta trust. Then among those 2 there will emerge 1 person who you can actually count on them having your back. Then change the situation a bit and if they still have your back they're legit. These people are rare and hold on to them for dear life.<br />
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ENJOY COLLEGE!!!!!!!!! MAKE THE MOST OF IT!!!!!!!!!! My brother told me this too....damn I especially hate when he's right......butthead.<br />
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Why her? Who the heck knows but you didn't have that AWKWARD dance when you meet people. Ever since she's been, as they say on "Grey's Anatomy," my person. Nori has been "my person" for years. But all of my friends are married and parents and sometimes you have to sacrifice your "person" so they can be happy. It sucks. But every now and then you get to visit and you remember why you love them......Nori and Barbie if you are reading this.....you have no clue how important you are...... you two are the only two in the world that get how my brain works. Nori calls me so accurately I wonder if she has surveillance cameras on me....it's spooky....when you know someone for 20 years I suppose it's easy to call their bluff. <br />
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I asked someone to call me before I went to help me with makeup. One of those aesthetically gifted humans besides Nori, but the person couldn't do it and I had to do it all on my own. I guess when you have a best friend who puts makeup on you everyday on and off for 20 years. You apparently pick up the basics cause I did okay, many, many, Q-tips and eye makeup remover fluid later. Nori's super power is liquid eyeliner in one swoop. I do NOT have this.....I'm going to see her in June and man I'm pumped I miss being a normal human again. I miss being around someone who gets me so when I say weird things they know where they came from. <strong> Barbie, Nori, I'd give you the moon if you needed it.</strong> I love you a lot.....getting to know the inner workings of my brain is near impossible and you two achieved this.... I need to make you a medal on etsy or something. You are my family.<br />
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<em>In college, where Nori went I went, We were thing 1 and thing 2 attached at the hip. There was one thing she never did to me and it is something I still struggle with......Nori no matter what, she never left me out. She always included me and wanted me there. I'd give her her space when needed but I never had the feeling she didn't want me. I'm decent at keeping my friends and me out of trouble so that was an added benefit....my spidey sense....I call it kept me from having to make the scariest phone call to my dad ever. I do not want to make that phone call.......therefore I developed an uncanny ability to stay out of trouble.</em> <br />
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College degrees don't mean much anymore cause a lot of people have them and you spend years paying off loans that cost more than you even make to work at a job that you can get with just a high school diploma. Thanks college you are basically useless but man I had <span style="font-size: large;">fun.</span><br />
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Those were the days. Somewhere in my brain Hanging Tough by the New Kids On The Block is playing on a loop. Scary!!!!! I thought I was the bees knees and I had a bit of self worth, which has basically been stomped out of me and lost. I'm not sure if I can find it again. I grew up in the 90s do not judge!!!!<br />
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So far in the past few months it's all about getting through one day and eventually one week at a time. Not a day goes by that I don't want to cuss someone out and take off running while giving them the finger as I run away. It's a nice fun dream I have. And sad because the running away makes me look like a coward and ultimately I am.<br />
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When I was around 5, I had an imaginary twin sister named Jenny and since I had to I play by myself and my identical imaginary twin. Again! Don't judge me!<br />
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<i> Every once in a year maybe twice if I'm lucky I get a wild hair and I decide. Hey I need to write in my blog cause it's like a diary and stuff and I have been neglecting it. Well Here goes probably the only entry for 2016 and it's only February but miracles can happen. </i><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Today I want to talk about my life if I had a billion dollars like I win the lottery or something. What would be different what would be on my list of things to buy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1. The first thing I would do would donate money to some like smarty pants doctors and tell them to cure depression in all forms. Because no matter how much money I have that would not change. I think I would also start a really insanely pervasive campaign to tell people. "Listen asshole, I can't just snap out of it." It's not just something you get over in time. Get it straight dude! I think I would have ribbons too but what color would they be? Hmm dunno...gray? Oh they already exist. They are green? Are we jealous other people don't have depression. I don't understand this? Or is this just the only ribbon color left? Gray seems more fitting but whatever. If I had 100 billion dollars I could change it to the way I want it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2. Then I thought okay well I would want a nicer car. But like my little red Hyundai has everything I need. Maybe I could get a heated steering wheel installed but like there are gloves. Maybe I would just buy another car to drive around in, in the snow cause Nashville has been pissing me off with all this damn ice and snow the past few years. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">3. I think the next thing I would buy well I thought about this. I thought how about a bigger house... well why though....I like my house it needs help I would buy the help but do I really need a bigger house for just me and then like all the people that come out of the woodwork when you suddenly have money would want to stay in the guest rooms and stuff and just no. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">4. I would of course quit my job which would in turn ruin my life because my depression is so border line under control. Like if I had money I think I would just like sleep all the time and like live in my bed and never go out. Then I could pay someone to come get me up and be like my official "waker-upper" and then pay another person to train my dogs not to tear up my shit and then poop in the floor because like no matter what I do my one dog just refuses. I would feel bad about making someone clean up poop but hey I'd pay them well. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">5. The 5th thing I would get would be like full body liposuction and boobs. Or if not that then a chef who would of course serve me in my bed healthy but not healthy tasting food that would make me skinny. Then I would hire someone to come and like exercise me. They would have to get the personal assistant I hired to poor like 20 Redbulls down my throat or like my adderall so I would actually you know....get out of bed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">6. The 6th thing I would buy would be whatever hot guy I wanted at the moment to be my love slave. Right now it's Adam Levine. So yeah move over African mutant freak. I'm buying your husband! </span><br />
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<i>Then when I got sick of Adam I think I would buy one at a time of course I'm a LADY, the cast of Supernatural. Like Jensen for a while, then Jared, then Misha and they would cater to me all while filming my show see below.</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">7. Then I would like produce a tv show about my boring ass life and call it. My boring ass-life with depression. Then maybe my nieces would want to hang out with me because I'm convinced that those damn Kardashians only hang out with each other while the camera is rolling and then they are all like I hate you.....or like my nieces go to their respective rooms and play on their computers or phones or both.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">8. The next thing I would buy would be whatever the hell Christie Brinkley is taking to look 20 when she's like 60 like wtf....genetics has a part but there is some magic potion or she sold her soul to the devil or something. I could sell my soul to the devil then buy it back that's how much money I would have! Omg I just googled it this woman is 60...satan owns her it's the only explanation! Seriously!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">9. I almost forgot! The other thing I would buy would be a rocket to Mars. One way no return. I have a very long list of people that belong on it and there would be no choice the people I want would have to get on my damn rocket like I've always dreamed. and only some of them would get the suit thingies cause I hated them the least. Volunteering would not be an option. So I wouldn't piss me off lol. *cough* Kardashians and Jenners</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">-I don't think I would buy a bigger house cause like how depressing is it to live in this ginormous mansion along with your two dogs. I don't even go up my stairs in the house I have now. So there would be no point. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">-My car starts when I want it to. Maybe I would buy a car or invent one or something that goes to get it's own gas or something cause getting gas is just a stupid nuisance. After I bought all my man toys up further in this blog I think I wouldn't be happy because they would be with me for my money and because I've forced them and stuff and that would be fun for a bit then I'd be all but you don't love me. <i>Leave! </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">-So I still wouldn't have the one thing I've always dreamed of and that is: A soul-mate, a man who understands me and the inner workings of me. I don't know if that's even possible. I don't even understand the inner workings of me so how could someone else? I certainly don't know if such a man exists, but if I had like all the liposuction and boobs maybe I would be more desirable leading to this dream....Idk....then there is this biological clock issue I want kids but I have no man so...um...yeah. Maybe I would hire that weirdo doctor dude from e-harmony to like find me a mate or else. Cause like I did the 45 minute quiz and had NO FREAKING MATCHES! That's first of all just awful and humiliating and second bad business. I mean in all the world not one person matches me ffs man help a sista out!!!! Is there photoshop for real life? Just a random question for my e-harmony dates.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">-I would pay people to make sure not a flake of snow or ice touches my driveway, but I can't pay them to do that for every road I use. I don't know if I'd leave Nashville and run away like I've wanted to forever in some fantasy world. Like the movie <i>Burlesque</i> without the singing voice and the rocking bod. Cause like I have neither. I'd be back in a week unfortunately, hate on it I do a lot, but Nashville is my home, I'm not sure I could live anywhere else. Have a 2nd, 3rd or 4th house somewhere sure, but I would live here mainly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"> After the networks cancelled my truly boring and depressing show about depression I would just hang out all day with my dogs I think. Because my nieces would have gone back to ignoring me and I would no longer be like a star on twitter and instagram so I'm just normal old aunt Julie the spinster. So yeah that would fade.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I wouldn't buy a boat or whatever that country song says. Cause boats take like effort and, no thanks! A yacht, maybe if it were run by the crew of that show about Yachting on like Bravo or something. I can't think of it. It's call like All Aboard or something? I like water, but like boats take gas and like driving it and like effort and no one rich should ever have to use effort. The point of having money is to never have to work. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">OH MAYBE I WOULD GET ONE OF THOSE LADIE'S MAID PEOPLE LIKE ON DOWNTON ABBEY! Dress me and stuff! Woohoo! But I don't want to talk funny like them. I like American so like American Downton.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I would buy a plane maybe to take me to all these glamorous awards shows that I would have amazing seats and meet all the stars at them and put our pics on instagram cause like I would be the person to be seen with and stuff, because like I could buy them. The seats. I could buy the seats....but if I was that rich the stars too, everyone has a price. I'd be famous for being rich sort of like Paris Hilton and Donald Trump and all the Kardashians, without the stupidity and racism. I would also pay Donald Trump to drop out of the Presidential race just stay where you belong Donnie! Celebrity Apprentice is good for you and as a President I say. YOU'RE FIRED! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"> I would become best friends with the biggest stars in Hollywood then the drama would start and they would be all busy or needy and no thanks....I'd be all like I'll call you and then just change my number. Then go home and snuggle with whatever hot guy was currently serving his time. I mean with me (hehe) NO DRAMA! and NO PAPARAZZI unless I looked smoking out or something, but that's like never so yeah no! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"> OH but with the plane comes my personal waker-upper and my personal chef and my personal assistant and my personal makeup artist and hair dresser cause like I'm too rich (lazy) to do it myself. You can't just show up at awards shows looking like I look every day that is just not acceptable I don't care how rich you are. Then I would pay someone to like entertain me during the boring parts. And like take me to all the parties and stuff...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"> I would still be insecure as hell. No matter what I looked like or who I was friends with or how much money I had, so meeting all these stars with my social anxiety would be all awkward, and being as blunt as I am. I might actually tell Taylor Swift what I think of her and then she will like turn Apple against me or like summon Satan to murder me or something and then I would just go back to having no friends, except like Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez sometimes because they are like friends with everyone and I'm not sure that's a good thing. Then Miley Cyrus would bug me and all that and I would be like dude put your tongue back in your mouth. What's with that I hate it. Grow your hair out and oh btw your boy friend or whatever may be on my list of men to buy for a few weeks so just be prepared and all that. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">But until that happens I will just have to wonder and wait. I might come up with some more stuff later but that's why there are multiple blog posts. So for the 2 people reading this blog because I like FORCED them <i>or else</i>. I hope you like it and stuff. Even if not you better comment below that you do I need the validation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Love,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I signed it like that cause it's supposed to be an online diary and stuff but like it sounds stupid to say Dear Blog so yeah um......k.....more random thoughts to come when and what about are to remain a mystery! See, now my blog is all mysterious and tantalizing and you have to follow it cause like if you don't you may miss next year's post about something totally random cause I ramble it's what I do it's what I'm queen of. Long live the rambling queen....Is it weird if I say that about myself? Like Queen Elizabeth doesn't go around saying Long Live the Queen. Hmmm maybe I will buy the right to do that with all my money. </span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942679092349627134.post-88833453049722286902014-03-20T18:35:00.002-05:002014-03-20T18:35:49.560-05:00Adulthood even negatively affects my dog....and how I burnt a hole in my jacket! Ok so my dog Cotton (who's a girl dammit, get it straight A GIRL) and I disagree on feeding times.<br />
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I think she should be fed in the mornings before I go to work. Cotton however disagrees. She in classic dog style likes to eat when SHE wants to no matter where I place her food. My friend Kristin thought it was cute because apparently it's a common things that doggies like to eat when you're there. The only problem with this logic is I'm THERE in the mornings too. How is that different?</div>
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Here's where things start to matter. Well I mean they matter cause I love Cotton like my child. It's rather sick actually. I want her to eat so that she can live because like I said I love her an unhealthy amount. So, that's important. It's not that she eats that is the issue its when she chooses to do it. </div>
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I work from 7AM to 3:30 PM almost every single day. No really except two a week like a bonafide adult. Cotton, my precious, is very good about not using the carpet or other floor-like surfaces for a bathroom after much and I mean MUCH patience when she was a puppy trying to potty train her. Finally about a year and a nearly ruined carpet later, it worked. Puppies just can't hold it like dogs can. So, in a perfect world Cotton would gobble down her food in the morning like she used to (still investigating what changed) and then sadly because adulthood blows, 8 hours later I come home and immediately take her out. She goes about 95.4 percent of the time. (percentage estimated) </div>
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So this habit she has of eating at night totally fucks up my world. There are good reasons why. One, I get all paranoid she will starve to death because she didn't eat her food and I will on occasion shut my bedroom door. The stupid thing behind this is that dogs have not yet mastered door knobs and therefore her uneaten food from the morning is behind the door. This I <i>completely understand</i> is all my fault but on the flip side if she'd eat in the morning like I want then I wouldn't have to shut the door when I leave.</div>
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I wouldn't shut my bedroom door but the very <i>interesting</i> things that she is amazing at finding when I leave my bedroom door open is kind of embarrassing if anyone else but me were to come over, such as previously worn underwear. </div>
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K, so little story, The other night it was some ungodly early hour like 1AM or something and Cotton mysteriously decided she couldn't sleep through the night and because she's cute as hell, her way of telling me she needs to potty is by laying her cute little head on my chest in bed and whining. Well this one day as usual I was searching for shoes and a jacket as it was rather cold outside. In the TV show West Wing Martin Sheen always throws his jacket backwards over his head and puts it on that way. Where he throws the back of it backwards. Well this particular night, half asleep, I decide to pull this move for some inexplicable reason and then I smelt a strange smell. It smelled like something burning. Did I mention I have a very low hanging chandelier in my kitchen? Well if you have read this story it doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened. My work jacket to go with my uniform now has a pretty burn hole in the bottom and I was so pissed, but not at Cotton. It isn't her fault. When you gotta go you gotta go. I was pissed at the fact that I had to get up in like 3 hours and I totally goofed.....so it was my fault and now my OCD has to live with a hole in my damn jacket. I can't forget it there. I try, but I can't. Poor Cotton couldn't figure out what the hell the hold up was. Mommy was being dumb Cot.</div>
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Getting up at 1 AM and taking my dog out does not for good REM sleep make. Damn you adult job with adult responsibilities. I hate you! More complaining on that job thingy later. Trust me it's my favorite thing to bitch about and since this is my blog I can! :P<br />
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Here is a picture of my baby!<br />
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That ladies and gentleman is the apple of my eye by Cot-Bot! (Cotton)</div>
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The adage "Be careful what you wish for." Is swirling around in my over active mind.<br />
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I recently noticed my computer is dragging ass. Not my internet which, until we get Google Fiber Optics in a few years will just be slow and something we have to accept.<br />
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I don't care about the internet being slow, my computer in general is taking forever to do anything. So I sought out one of these "computer genius" people that happens to be the boyfriend of my BFF. <br />
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HE SCARES ME! There's only one reason. In the type of OCD I have I tend to get obsessed with a subject and completely study the hell out of it until I know <b>EVERYTHING</b>. Prepare for me to bug the crap out of you, Michael, until I have picked your brain clean of all knowledge....I KID YOU NOT! BEWARE!<br />
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Sometimes ignorance truly is bliss. He's introducing me to the world of installing RAM and SSD drives and how to make your computer bad ass without having to buy another one.<br />
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I feel myself going down the rabbit hole QUICKLY. It's a bottomless, never ending wealth of knowledge that I will never be able to get over completely. <br />
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I lived under the stupid person fog of the belief<b> Mac is awesome</b>....get a Macbook and they last forever and you never have to worry. Well I'm learning very quick that this is<b> not the case.</b><br />
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When I was a kid if my toys would break I would completely go postal. I am a person who always wants the best of everything and I never want it to break. If it does break I want it fixed <b>INSTANTLY. </b><br />
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I think I need to recruit Harry fricking Potter to be like computero updato!<br />
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<i>For example:</i> a car should start when you turn the key, a computer should boot when you turn it on. If you push buttons on a keyboard that letter should just appear.<br />
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Once upon a time in temper tantrum land. I had a macbook who's keys started falling off and I was all WTF? Keys aren't supposed to just be COMING OFF of computers WTH MAN! I went in and stalked the Mac Store until they gave me a new "E" button. They weren't so happy with me after that. I think I have secretly been blacklisted from all Mac stores. I was NOT a happy camper. TO SAY THE VERY LEAST!<br />
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<i>When you mess with my toys you better be ready to deal with the fall out. It is not pretty! </i><br />
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The only thing I take more seriously than my gadgets is my friendships, and anyone who knows me even a little knows how FIERCELY loyal I am and how I will cut a bitch for one of my friends.<br />
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So you can imagine how impossibly horrible I am when something I own breaks or is not in "the tip top best condition of anything in the world currently existing" (at least of the world I KNOW of) <br />
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My adult "toys" are not the dirty things that you are thinking of....GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER! My toys now are <u><b>electronics. </b></u><br />
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<b>BIG PROBLEM: Another reason why adulthood blows!</b><br />
As a kid your parents bought you the toys and in my case if it broke you threw a fit until you got it fixed or got a new one.<br />
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<b>Yeah another reason adulthood sucks is you have to spend your own damn money, or if that fails and you find yourself broke like me, explain to my completely computer illiterate parents why I need a new 2,000 dollar computer</b>. That they see as a toy.....A VERY EXPENSIVE, OVER PRICED, NEVER GONNA HAPPEN, TOY.<br />
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-Did I mention that I just spend like 500 dollars on an IPAD mini? Oh yeah little over a month ago.. I NEEDED MORE TOYS!!!! To the complete annoyance of said parents who couldn't understand why I needed it. Which honestly I really don't<br />
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To me my hobbies are my life. I don't <b>NEED</b> the fastest computer on Earth (I just want it). I also want to be a famous blogger and that requires a keyboard and an internet connection and a tiny bit of writing talent, which I'm still deciding whether I have. Every time I have to WAIT for anything to load on my computer it used to frustrate me, yes, but now it INFURIATES the hell out of me. MUST BE FASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
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COMPUTERO UPDATO....OR WALLETO GROWUS! JOBUS GET BETTERUS! Surely <b>Harry Potter the "boy who lived" can help me out with this. Come on Harry you can kill Voldemort surely you can help me with my computer!</b><br />
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I'm seriously terrified of entering this new world of computer geekdom. Cause it's a bottomless pit of unending improvements and never ending releases of new and better toys. Pray for me. I need it!<br />
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I'm seriously scared!<br />
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-gets in fetal position and sucks thumb trying to regain a semblance of my childhood-<br />
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BEING AN ADULT SUCKS! The only thing that makes being an adult a teeny bit better is LOTS AND LOTS OF MONEY! SO I NEED THAT! NOW! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Here I go quickly down the rabbit hole. I hope Alice is there to help me navigate wonderland....<br />
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JP Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942679092349627134.post-13495759296469495272014-02-28T21:27:00.000-06:002014-02-28T21:27:46.522-06:00Damn You Possessed Evil Chair At My Work<br />Okay, so where I work they have these "rolly" chairs....you know the ones with wheels that you know...roll.<br />
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<b>-all cracked and wheels are so covered in dust and grime they are no longer black.</b><br />
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<b>Me: Hi (to other person, not chair) How are you? (serious face) What's happening in your life...blah blah...serious talk serious talk....(listening intently) </b><br />
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<b>Person: Talking away about something I should be paying attention to but all I can think about is that the damn chair is sinking. </b><br />
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<b>Me: Wonder and obsess over whether I look like a complete idiot as I'm listening intently and slowly sinking to the floor (note: chair has sunk more and I am nearly sitting on floor now)</b><br />
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<b>Person: Is the chair sinking?</b><br />
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<b>Me: Yeah hang on....(get in awkward bendy pose to reach the lifty lever and look like idiot lift chair up again) Continue...you were saying?</b><br />
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<b>Me: Chair sinks again and person 2 walks up for a conversation.....Go back to beginning....</b><br />
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<b>Not only making me look like an idiot as I slowly sink from regular sitting position to Japanese floor sitting pose. </b><br />
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<b>Chair is surprisingly deceptive....after today rolling my knee cap into the edge and having me scream in pain (so loud my co-worker inquires as to my well being) cause I hit my knee on the desk to which the chair is a companion (evil desk story in later post) </b><br />
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<b>Chair pushes jacket secretly off back of chair where arms drag on dirty floor and get dust on black sleeves. </b><br />
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<b>So yeah, other day....pissed off at chair.....get up unwind jacket arms from wheels which have been abusing them and shake jacket to get dust off.....</b><br />
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<b>Okay, you know the little squeezy buttons on the end of like strings on jackets to tighten around your waist or a hood? </b><br />
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<b>So as I shake dust and grime from wheel abuse off jacket, hard plastic squeezy thing hits me in the eye and I worried all day that I would have a black eye from this incident and have to explain to everyone I work with that a tiny plastic button on my jacket hit me in the eye. </b><br />
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<b>Not something cool like I beat someone up like a champ! Nope....defeated by plastic jacket thingie</b><br />
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<b>BUT IT'S ALL BECAUSE THE EVIL CHAIR WON'T HOLD MY JACKET ON IT'S CHAIR SHOULDERS</b><br />
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<b>I want to turn over said chair one day and see if instead of Made in China it says....Made in Depths of Hell or North Korea....maybe it's a secret weapon to annoy all Americans to death? I now have a new conspiracy theory! SWEET! I SO NEED MORE OF THOSE! </b>(conspiracy theories, not evil secret annoying secret weapons)<br />
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Love ya!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942679092349627134.post-66019586936851648192014-02-23T01:20:00.001-06:002014-02-24T05:18:06.507-06:00Thoughts about Atlanta- dude, traffic in the dictionary has DON'T DRIVE IN THIS CITY IF AT ALL AVOIDABLE<div><br></div><div>Need gps to get ANYWHERE. No road patterns nothing makes sense everything named after peach. </div><div><br></div><div>Should be renamed Suburblanta. No one actually LIVES in the city they commute there and drive home to their millions of Suburbs in all directions. </div><div><br></div><div>Has every chain store, restaurant, etc. in the entire land. (Exception L.A) </div><div><br></div><div>Cannot handle precipitation of any kind. Interstate literally shut down cause it snowed recently. Mayor publicly apologized saying. Whoops we didn't think it would happen. We will do better next time. Please retrieve car from interstate after abandonment. </div><div><br></div><div>Best friend lives here may move to Texas or Seattle in future (FUCK,)</div><div><br></div><div>Bigger than Nashville </div><div><br></div><div>Good Sushi. Lots of movie theaters. Not in Tennessee. That's a plus. </div><div><br></div><div>Makes you crap money. Will go broke in hours. Can't afford to live here. </div><div><br></div><div>Be home on Monday after 4 hour drive up and down a damn scary mountain. </div><div><br></div><div>70 degrees this week last week 17 and snow. WTF? </div><div><br></div><div>Have to leave today torn between morning rush hour traffic and staying at my BFFs house with her husband who hates me. Hmmm. </div><div><br></div><div>4 hours from home, did I mention mountain? 70 degrees. No coat needed. Wth? Winter over? Has Spring arrived. </div><div><br></div><div>Want teleporter. </div><div><br></div><div>Am broke. See comment above about crapping money. But got cool smancy stuff. </div><div><br></div><div>MUST CART SHIT HOME. FIND WAY OUT. SIT IN TRAFFIC. SHIT ON A SHINGLE MAN!!!</div><div><br></div><div>Love, </div><div>JP</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942679092349627134.post-18377320047526031052014-02-22T23:49:00.001-06:002014-02-23T00:56:07.380-06:00You will read and I will be awesome.... Or not... WhateverThere is this thing I do sometimes. Always at the most inconvenient moments. My inner monologue that's highly unentertaining. It's called THINKING. It's an activity I never enjoy and in this task I completely OVERACHIEVE. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-G9D_G7tP0gA/UwmP0KgF4ZI/AAAAAAAAF7I/O7KtRrFXZn8/s640/blogger-image--386081803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-G9D_G7tP0gA/UwmP0KgF4ZI/AAAAAAAAF7I/O7KtRrFXZn8/s640/blogger-image--386081803.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I totally accepted. I totally succeeded. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I had a point but I forgot it in my search for the perfect pic to insert. Oh well guess I will figure it out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I have a dream.... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Not like MLKJR. A total badass. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">No, my dream is much less lofty. Much less inspiring and definitely not going to impact the world. I wanna be a professional blogger like my idols http://thebloggess.com. Or my fellow blonde bombshell ( I wish) Allie Brosh and her blog http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com. If you need a laugh then go read those two women who are comic geniuses. Move over Jerry Seinfeld and whoever is considered a comic genius. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I have one huge problem. I have no clue how to make money out of my stupid rants and opinions. Business according to my grades in college was never really my strongest subject, which seems odd since it's the thing both my parents seem amazing at. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I think that gene missed me. I also have a horrible habit of sheer unavoidable overwhelmingly strong laziness. It's like a ghost that haunts my thoughts. Not to mention an intriguingly unbreakable habit of saying everything that pops into my head as soon as it does. Anyone who suffers from aforementioned affliction knows it does nothing but make life harder than it needs to be. I'm missing that social coffee filter for thought. Also, apparently a gene that missed me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The bloggers I worship all have such interesting stories. I suffer from being the extra in the background of the lives of truly interesting people I totally skate the ordinary line. Them ordinary peeps they my peeps. Sup my peeps?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I lack confidence which I hear in normal life is like oxygen so my normalcy suffocated a long time ago. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I mourned it. I got over it. I moved on with my crazy ordinary existence. I don't collect cool things or worship any celebrity an odd yet interesting amount. I don't make stuff like crafts. I know how to spell fairly well and I am so guilty of always taking the easy way. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I am my own worst enemy and I'm so clever I don't know how to defeat enemy me. I guess or I could be crazy. Oh wait that's a big check mark. I have OCD but not in the cleanliness sort of way which really pisses me off. I suffer from depression, chronic low self esteem, laziness, lack of confidence and lack of the ability to recognize why anyone likes me. I try to be nice it's all I know how to do. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Step 1: Force people to read. I don't know how to do this yet but I will stick it in my random thoughts that keep me annoyingly awake when I just wanna sleep file. </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Step 2: Accomplish step one lets not get ahead of ourselves now. </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942679092349627134.post-28258603218020276962014-01-26T18:55:00.001-06:002014-02-22T23:47:04.531-06:00Music speaks....or sings to my soul :)<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">There's a reason music speaks to the thing within us we refer to as a soul. </span><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Every once in a while that moment when a song plays that seems to put into lyrics EXACTLY what you don't know how to say. It's the closest thing we mere mortals will come to true real world magic. </div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">No TV show, magazine, movie, or any other form of media can speak to what we call a "heart" as completely as a song can. </div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">A song can tell a story that so desperately needs to be told, teach a lesson that otherwise couldn't be taught or even communicated any other way. </div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">A song can do the thing that we all search for every moment we breathe. It can make us feel ALIVE! </div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">So many times a song will speak a truth that people would dare never speak any other time. </div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">You are reading the blog of a completely horrible singer. I can't write a decent song if my life depended on it. I stare in awe at those that can write a song in 20 minutes. That's something I could never do and I admit it. </div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">We all have our talents. Our God-given gifts realized, or in my case unrealized. I challenge anyone to think of something you want to say that you can't find a song to say. I may be wrong but I don't think it's possible. </div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Music is the one thing that's completely universal. It affects every person on Earth no matter financial or economic condition, circumstance, race, generation or any other category you can put a human being in. </div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Everyone has a favorite song, though they may change often. Mine changes almost daily. If you ask me who my favorite artist is I will never be able to answer not in any truly definitive amount of time. Ask me on Tuesday and my answer might be different on Wednesday. Such is the power of music. Literally, fun for our ears. So crank it up. Sing along and enjoy your life one song at a time. </div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">That's my opinion oughta be yours. </div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Love</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">JP</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942679092349627134.post-48419350351675894982013-12-29T20:40:00.000-06:002014-02-22T23:57:56.543-06:00Opinions are like behinds.......Something has been bugging me lately. Nagging at the edge of my mind despite what happens around me. <br>
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I know what we were TAUGHT it represented. I know what we all <i>want </i>it to represent. <br>
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I have travelled to far away lands with many exotic things, but every time I left the good old U.S.A. the minute I stepped foot on red, white, and blue soil again I felt it all the way to the bone. I was HOME!<br>
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The USA represents a fantastic idea that was started back in the days of Aristotle. An idea of equality and happiness, but can we as human beings truly see each other as equals?<br>
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This country was founded by people who were willing to brave a whole lot of water and a small ship to a land they didn't know for sure existed. They did it all for freedom of religion and from persecution.<br>
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Lately, as you know, one of my favorite past times has been interrupted. My TV watching is being messed with and I don't like it one little bit. It's a show about a family who love each other and love God. <br>
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DUCK DYNASTY has truly lived up to it's name. It's taking over this country one Walmart at a time. These are people who have more money than they need and a very fun and interesting life full of colorful personalities. It's a TV producer's dream.<br>
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There's Si.....the crazy old uncle who works as little as possible and naps as much as possible and has introduced the word "Jack" as an emphasizing word into our lives. If THAT 4-letter word is what people are quoting then please by all means.....Jack away! JACK!<br>
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There is Willie, the son that went and got educated. He turned "yuppie" as his Father would say and he took the duck call that his Father invented and turned it into a fortune. Judge him for whatever you want, but the man is obviously a business genius. <br>
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There's Jase, Willie's older brother, the second child with the most clever snarky come backs to the events that occur in his life. He sees the irony in everything and he talks about it to our completely hilarious amusement!<br>
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There are the "wives." The women behind the men. As we know, women are the ones who are really in control. <br>
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There's Miss Kay and the inexplicable reason her own sons call her this and not the traditional "mom." The ultimate "pioneer woman"....whatever that means. I'm not exactly sure but she seems to preach that so you go Miss Kay. She obviously shows love through the best Southern tradition she knows and that's through food. She is an amazing cook and her sons' praises and waist lines demonstrate this.<br>
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AS we know there was a huge controversy over something Phil Robertson said in a magazine article about gays and something racial. <br>
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Back for a minute to the beginning, one of the fundamental rights of a man according to the men who bravely set up this country we are all so proud of is freedom of speech. They wanted everyone in this country to never have to worry about the words they speak at least not from the government's stand point. You can have a problem with opinions but you can't be prosecuted by law for them. <br>
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Phil Robertson is a simple man. He wants to hunt, eat Miss Kay's cooking, and thank Jesus and God for all the blessings he has been given. He believes in a religion that follows the Bible. The Bible is "technically" racist, sexist and every other "ist" we all fight today. If you're going to hate Phil then that's religious persecution. Isn't that EXACTLY what our ancestors on the Mayflower came here to escape? <div><br></div><div>Phil Robertson has never pretended to be a tv star. He shies away from the limelight most of the time. Where is there a rule that says we have to all agree on everything? I'm sorry, but that's completely impossible and definitely never going to happen. This is humanity ladies and gentleman every man or woman is entitled to think or believe what they want whether it's "right" or not. So back off. Everyone is persecuting a man for supposed persecution. As Jesus himself said. He who is without sin cast the first stone. No one is perfect. So let's just let the man have his opinion and go on with our lives, which in all honesty what a man says in a TV show has never mattered when it comes to everyday life. So calm down. Even a broken clock is right twice a day. We are all entitled to our beliefs. So let's get over it already. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IXs5WrQrK0k/UwmN4i5No7I/AAAAAAAAF68/jERiOXSILI8/s640/blogger-image--1676776911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IXs5WrQrK0k/UwmN4i5No7I/AAAAAAAAF68/jERiOXSILI8/s640/blogger-image--1676776911.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>That's my opinion, oughta be yours, but if it's not that's ok. You get your own blog and voice it because I live in the greatest country in the world and I can!</div><div><br></div><div>Love,</div><div>JP</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942679092349627134.post-15979555074712752512013-12-21T20:43:00.000-06:002013-12-21T20:43:36.176-06:00Sunscreen and my life<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"> I've been told this is in fact NOT ME. So I guess I'm not as fat as I imagine. Just a lil less fat than this. </span></div>
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He's not perfect but he's my big brother and I love him more than anything in the world. Kisses BUB! He's got some form of Leukemia you can "live with" so for now he's living with it. But that Saturday morning was the scariest I have ever had. He wasn't even 45 and he could've been dying. Actually he IS dying it's just a matter of how quickly, which scares the daylights out of me. Yeah, I was BLINDSIDED to say the very least. More like hit by a Mack Truck.<br />
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<b>All I could think about on that idle Saturday was WHY? Why him? What did he do to deserve this? That was one thing I never worried about. In his hard and tumultuous life Cancer was NEVER anything that ever crossed my mind would befall my beloved oldest brother. The man who I put on a pedestal and worshipped as a little girl and still (don't tell him) do to this day!</b></div>
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<b>This is advice that I wish over the years I had truly heeded, but unfortunately I didn't and I have trouble doing it to this day. I don't break many hearts but I've had a ton of people be reckless with mine. I've let them get away with it and therefore have scarred my heart in the process. This is not easy to do by any stretch of the imagination.</b></div>
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<b>My biggest worry is that I'm losing this race against myself....how that's possible I don't know but right now it's how I feel. I've never been a jealous person I always felt like my time and turn in everything would come. Yeah, I'm not so sure anymore....cause patience is not my strongest virtue by any means and I am so close to giving up and starting to be jealous.</b></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I cannot find one person in my small corner of the world that ACTUALLY succeeds in doing this. If the rare person crosses my path who CAN. They can never tell me how. </span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Um ok. Sure but why have my chance choices lead me here? Oh well. I guess we will find out someday. I berate myself way too much. I don't congratulate myself enough. I need desperately to find a balance.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Yeah I did this CHECK NUMBER TWO ON THIS LIST. I talk to my Mom on a pretty much daily basis and see her for some quality time at least once a week. My Father on the other hand is a completely different story. It's strained at best and down right f-ed up every other time. </span></div>
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<b>There are some people in my life who I have done the above for they are listed here:</b><br />
<b>NORI:</b><br />
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I take the second "F" in Best Friend Forever VERY seriously. She will always be a completely necessary part of my life. Taking any part of my time with her out of my life would be like cutting off one of my arms. She is like a star in the sky, always there shining down on me even when I'm not looking or noticing. She's always on my mind. Not a day goes by where something doesn't remind me of the crazy amount of memories we've lived together. If not for this woman I don't know if I would have made it through my 20s.</div>
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<b>God, there is so much to say. How do you even describe a friendship like ours? It's crazy, tumultuous, nutty, fun, dramatic, and treasured. We fight a lot, but we love each other triple the amount we fight. I'd do anything for her and she would do the same for me. She's stuck by me even when I've done everything I could think of to push her away. She is the most tenacious and loyal person I know and it's only a couple of reasons why I love her. She and Nori are my soulmates and my life cannot be if either one of them is taken out of the story. She is one of the faces I would see when my life flashes before my eyes and I can't wait to make more memories. I know a lot about her but I learn new things every single day and I never want to lose her. I will do everything I possibly can to keep her my BFF. She's the sister I should've had and I thank God every day that she entered my life over 11 years ago. </b></div>
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<b>She's the newest of my friends but I knew from the moment I met her when it should've been awkward and uncomfortable it was completely the opposite. It was like I was visiting someone I had known my whole life. I've laughed more with her in one weekend than with other friends. She's my inspiration and I admire the hell out of her. She has this amazing quality about her that you just know if you are with her everything is going to be okay. She's a survivor and one of the few people in my life who can take care of me without me resenting it even a little. That's soooo rare for me. I haven't spent as many memories with her but I hope so much to make so many more in the future. She and I were like two pieces of a puzzle that just clicked and fit together perfectly. The saddest thing about her is that she doesn't understand why I or anyone else thinks she's so amazing. She's so blind to how great and inspiring she is.</b></div>
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Stephanie has truly been someone who shaped the person I am today. She was my first friend and she will always be special to me and always fill my heart. We've kind of grown apart lately, but her importance in the story that is "me," is too important to even put into words. </div>
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Kelley and I are so on again, off again, but always on. That makes no sense to the average reader but she will understand. We either spend too much time together or not enough. She will be in my future as she is in my present and my past. I mean we do have a blog together ogling hot men, so she has no choice really. No matter how different our paths go, they always converge in the end. It's just the way we are. She's an important part of who I am and will continue to be.</div>
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I could see myself living in Cali later in my life but I've visited NYC and as much as I'd like to think I'm a "city" girl. I'm not a NYC girl. It's too fast paced and intimidating and cold both emotionally and in weather. It's somewhere I would love to visit countless times in my life, but living there just ain't gonna happen.</div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Thanks to my Mom this is another big fat CHECK MARK on my list because of her I've been to Europe and all over the US and experienced so many things and places and I managed to get her on airplanes so that is amazing. She made me completely fall in love with traveling and I will do it for the rest of my life because of her. </span><br />
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This is something I have ALWAYS DONE it's just the way I was raised. I already see that children today don't do this nearly enough. I'm not even old YET but I KNOW I will get old and one day the politics of today and the prices of today will be considered those of "yore." Or "the good old days" I just hope I can achieve the things in my life before I get old that I can look back on and tell great stories to my children and grand-children and if I'm lucky great-grand children!<br />
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I've seen both these things happen to way too many people. I dont' do this enough. It' s something I'm working on. I want to not have to depend on my parents as much financially. It's hard to do, it's hard to cut those final strings that make life a little less scary. It's time to grow up and become a real bonafide adult. I'm so close just a few steps farther!<br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I love you all so much and I'm very blessed even when I THINK I'm not. When I think I'm not, I will refer to everything said above! STAY TUNED.....I have to go apply sunscreen! Laters baby!</span><br />
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When looking through the hundreds of pictures of him there is one thing that I notice more than anything else. HE IS SMILING. I am pretty good at picking out a fake smile and the real thing. Paul's was the real thing. </div>
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No doubt, he had problems, many of them surely, but he did live a fast life. He had a child very early and fast in life and he lived for speed. The main point is that he may have died young but he LIVED well. The reason this is evident is because everyone who knew him says the same things and his actions and the smile on his face tell all we need to know.</div>
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Another person who died recently who really LIVED was Nelson Mandela. </div>
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I was not around for the main parts of the apartheid and for a long time I didn't understand honestly, what the hell was going on in South Africa other than extreme and aggravated racism. But it was Africa I was a young privileged girl in the United States what did I care? </div>
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Well that's the sad thing about the USA we are selfish and self-centered. We live in our own petty worlds and most of us go through life miserable.</div>
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Nelson had every reason to be miserable and to not get up and wipe the dirt off him after his over 25 years in prison unjustly. </div>
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He had every reason to hate the world and to give up on life and unlike Paul he didn't live a short one but it was one, like Paul, that was full of smiles and happiness despite any hardships. </div>
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PEOPLE BECOME LEGENDS FOR A REASON. </div>
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The ones who do become legends are the ones who truly knew how to live life no matter the amount of it they got.</div>
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Judge her all you want but she is a legend and her life has more messages to teach than most of us could EVER learn.</div>
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This quote says it all. Paul Walker had 40 years, Marilyn about that many too, Nelson had over 90 but James had barely 24 years. But he did what he loved and loved what he lived. I just pray that one day the example of these people will teach me how to stop simply <i>existing </i>and start <i>LIVING! </i></div>
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I used to own and run an RP site where people would tweet as characters of popular movies and tv shows but really it was just a place to connect. </div>
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So now I get on Facebook and Tumblr praying for just one interesting thing to show up. Most of the time. Not. But sometimes. </div>
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Here are some recent gems from my endeavors. </div>
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Yep I feel you Steve. My emotions can go from zero to 60 faster than well....whatever the hell is really fast? Idk. A cheetah?</div>
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Ok, it's no secret I'm in love with <b>Misha Collins. </b>If you don't know this about me. You don't know me very well. </div>
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Here's my 2011 10 seconds of happiness</div>
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I love me some Jensen and Jared. They are both eye candy, but something about a guy who keeps me laughing and make my cheeks hurt from smiling is the most irresistible thing I've ever experienced. <b>Misha </b>does that. </div>
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This describes like idk EVERYONE I know. Moving on let's not get all dramatic about it. </div>
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This is just Truth I had to get out there!</div>
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The death of some great people has shown me this is true. We go through our mundane lives never realizing this advice no matter how many times I'm told. I forget. It's great advice but <b><i>sometimes the best advice is nearly impossible to live by. </i></b></div>
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This is the story of my life right now. Not to mention it's Duck Dynasty. I love ALL things duck dynasty! Happy Happy Happy!</div>
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Ok enough seriously random ramblings for today. Not my best work. Gotta say. My writing is way out of practice but damn am I getting good on my phone's touch screen! </div>
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This whole post was done on my IPhone that's right I am freaking awesome! Kelley and I started <b>CELEBMANMEAT </b>back up after a very long hiatus. Go check it out. One person that will never be man meat. ANY DUCK DUNASTY GUY! Here's the link in case by some miracle anyone actually reads this blog. </div>
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All my random love!</div>
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Julie</div>
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<strong>UPDATE MAY 18, 2017</strong><br />
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<strong>SO....DUCK DYNASTY </strong><br />
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That's me and the Norinator as Medusa (Me) and a Greek Goddess...<br />
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If you don't know who Medusa is go here now http://www.google.com LOOK IT UP!<br />
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I've also got student teaching final project due *dies* Please pray...I need all the prayer I can get atm.<br />
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I'm looking for a J-O-B after that and I hope I get one! I'm a good teacher darn it!<br />
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Well....They are shooting Breaking Dawn in Brazil and apparently this time Rob really HAS been working out and he and Kristen are together there is no denying it...they be's doing the horizontal Mambo! Ain't nothing wrong with that...<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">1.) BURLESQUE- SO EXCITED BRING IT ON!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">2.) HARRY POTTER- MADE TONS OF MONEY...CAN YOU SAY BIG FREAKIN SURPRISE REALLY SARCASTICALLY? I MEAN COME ON! duhspice!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">3.) BLOCKBUSTER GOING BANKRUPT- dude word of advice...if you are going bankrupt...figure out why and fix it! Netflix ain't all that come on people let's use those things inside our skull called BRAINS</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">I am addicted to Undercover Boss at the moment however some of those people suck why do they get good stuff every show! I want to see some Donald Trump style "You're Fired"</span> </span> </span> </span><br />
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HOTTEST SHOW ON TV: WELL IT'S A MATTER OF OPINION BUT JUDGING FROM TWITTER HAVE TO SAY<br />
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<strong>1.) Breaking Dawn Parts 1 and 2 are over and done. Kstew is gay now apparently. Rpattz is dating some chick named FKA TWIGGS. Taylor Lautner disappeared from the earth. Peter Facinelli is on Supergirl with the girl on Glee. So he hasn't completely become irrelevant. He's engaged to Jaimie something or other that plays the bad ass chick that's in love with THOR in the upcoming THIRD MOVIE! </strong><br />
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<strong>2.) Burlesque is still awesome......I totally love it! </strong><br />
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<strong>6.) TICKET PRICES ARE AS I PREDICTED HIGHER THAN HELL. I THINK WE PAID LIKE 12.75 to see Fast and Furious 8 after the death of Paul Walker. I'd talk about that but it makes me sad so nope. </strong><br />
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<strong>8.) Amazing Race is still on...good god why man.....</strong><br />
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<strong>9.) Survivor has been on so long that they had enough winners to bring them back and put them on the winners Survivor show.</strong><br />
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<strong>10.) DONALD FREAKING TRUMP is the President of the United States and he's so controversial. WW3 may be upon us.........If you had told me in 2009 that he'd be President I would have laughed so hard. If you had told me last November I would have too but somehow it happened and we live in bizarro land.</strong><br />
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<strong>11.) The Vampire Diaries was pretty good until Nina Dobrev up and left and then it just sucked. Oh and get this.....the girl who played Rosalie in Twilight is married to Ian Somerhalder. and she's pregnant with their baby......wth?</strong><br />
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LONG TIME NO BLOGGETY!</div>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">I had two very drunk friends tell me that they think I'm a good blogger. </span><br />
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Well I have a huge desire to prove them wrong the drunkards!<br />
No one even reads this blog!<br />
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Little bit about what's been rambling on in my life since the last blog?<br />
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STUDENT TEACHING<br />
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Yes ladies and gents, I am going to pass my ramblings on to the next generation! HIDE YOUR CHILDREN!<br />
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Just kidding! Sort of! I love to teach and coming up with fun ways to make something usually boring really fun is something I get a kick out of!<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">RANDOM BITCH SEGMENT:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dear members, producers and anyone responsible for the show <span style="font-style: italic;">The Jersey Shore!</span></span></span><br />
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Why did we deserve such torture? These aren't attractive people like on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Laguna</span> Beach where you could hate the girls because they looked so good in their bikinis on their California beach house deck.<br />
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These are normal, crazy, weirdos from possibly the most polluted and ugly "garden state" in all 50.<br />
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FIRST OF ALL? I didn't even know there was a shore in New Jersey this is how much no one gives a crap! When I little miss wanna-be know it all don't feel the need to explore the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">beautfiful</span> coasts of New Jersey.<br />
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So, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Snookie</span>, Sham Wow or whatever the hell, and all you other posers and wanna <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">bes</span> who are so insignificant I can't even remember their names......<br />
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This is my one way rocket to the moon, get on it we will fly you there free of charge and drop you off...contact me! Your seats never get full....</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">GO AWAY! GET ON THE ROCKET!<br /><br />In other news....Dancing with the Stars...no one cares anymore,<br />Amazing Race, again, no one cares<br /><br />There is one show that is back in business that I am excited to love and that is Vampire Diaries, Nikita, and Supernatural<br /><br />Party!<br /><br />Keep watching, the hot Winchesters the continuing hot slew of stars in Vamp Diaries and Nikita where it just goes to show even a pixie stick girl can be a bad ass!<br /><br />Thanks for renewing and thanks for the new shows........For once network TV I love ya!<br /><br />Love,<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Juls</span></span></div>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">MAY 18TH 2017: Turns out they actually did build a rocket to Mars.....please lord let some of the people on my list get on it.....<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942679092349627134.post-18779935291195359942010-03-31T04:18:00.010-05:002010-04-05T18:07:57.819-05:00From Frozen Tundra to the Sahara Desert, Nashville WTF?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S7MYb5TlHOI/AAAAAAAACkE/-pKG4fBTpnE/s1600/32194643961.jpg"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So, I'm back!!! LONG TIME NO BLOG :(<br /><br />I know you were all holding your breathe I mean who needs Eclipse when you have my ramblings??<br /><br />Well the clock for it is -------> over there somewhere<br /><br />Little less than 3 months and then we will have to wait like.....i dunno....years! for Breaking Dawn.....I'll be using <b>my walker</b> to go see the ageless Edward Cullen who now looks like he's 30 due to chain smoking and drinking<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ivstatic.com/files/et/imagecache/636/files/slides/Green-Robert-Pattinson-Smoking.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 312px;" src="http://www.ivstatic.com/files/et/imagecache/636/files/slides/Green-Robert-Pattinson-Smoking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Rob oh my god at least take out the ciggy to drink the coffee!<br /><br />For someone who is supposed to look forever 17 you are doing everything you can to age yourself!<br /><br />I reached a very obvious but long thought out decision. I am NOT obssessed with Robert Pattinson....Kristen can have him they both smoke lots of pot and cigs and drink and party in the USA and Canada and England! You go guys!<br /><br />After seeing Remember Me, I have come to the conclusion<br /><br />DON'T HATE!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I love Edward Cullen not Robert Pattinson!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Edward is perfect, he never has to shave or looks like he needs a shower.<br /><br />I get it Edward is a fictional character! Exactly! I love Twilight because it's another world! Nothing like that could ever happen in real life and it's so obvious to those of us who know the difference<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S7MYb5TlHOI/AAAAAAAACkE/-pKG4fBTpnE/s1600/32194643961.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S7MYb5TlHOI/AAAAAAAACkE/-pKG4fBTpnE/s400/32194643961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454730441194282210" border="0" />I Know right! Why can't he be? Damn you SM and your sparkling perfect specimen of manhood!</a><br /><br />Okay like you know you are obsessed with something when you can make fun of it!<br /><br />At hot topic funniest shirt!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I soooo wanted it and so did the Kellebelle...it said </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Then Buffy Staked Edward...the End"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">YES COMBINING MY TWO FAVORITE THINGS BUFFY AND TWILIGHT! PURE GENIUS!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, I was out today in my jeans and short sleeve shirt and I just about melted, I mean dude get me an egg and I could cook it on the curb....holy hotness batman for real....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Dear Nashville, </b>Where the hell did Fall and Spring go? You skipped them you bitch! NOT COOL!</div><div style="text-align: center;">KThanxbye</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, I will have to say one thing as I knock on every wooded surface in my house...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No allergies YET!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">BUT I know the devious torture chamber that is Nashville, allergy season is coming and coming soon! Damn you Nashville!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S7pOg6eqXCI/AAAAAAAACkM/rgsho8h2n9U/s1600/2010-01-30+11.14.38.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S7pOg6eqXCI/AAAAAAAACkM/rgsho8h2n9U/s400/2010-01-30+11.14.38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456760225873419298" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So this is Nashville in January...look like a scene from like some apolcalypse movie or something *shudders*<br /><br />It was so snowy that people in Nashville were doing something I didn't even know they knew how to do! WALKING! HOLY CRAP THEY CAN WALK? SINCE WHEN?<br /><br />Now Nashville, looks like this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/tennessee/images/s/nashville.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 332px;" src="http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/tennessee/images/s/nashville.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>So, pretty spring is here..ladeeda!!!!!!! F***K THAT IT'S HOT AS SHIT!<br /><br />SWITCHES TO METEROLOGIST MODE:<br />It is currently 86 degrees here in the Nashville area but after exiting an air-conditioned enclosed space, it feels like it's 100 *dies*<br /><br />Spring is the one good thing we get all year Nashville please don't rob us of that!<br /><br />Speaking of Rob hehe.....totally off topic but who cares!<br /><br />I went to see Remember Me, but like all those fangirls who wanted to kill Emilie De Ravin when he was shooting with her in New York...don't you worry they have like ZERO, ZILCH, NADA, Chemistry<br /><br />The movie is well acted but like the sex scenes were just.....AWKWARD!<br /><br />I AM POSITIVE IT'S THE GIRL'S FAULT!<br /><br />One thing that bothered me though and still does.....<br /><br />I'm BOTHERED!!! HEHEHEHE<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S7pTCUfe9MI/AAAAAAAACkU/qhsSw9zkIFQ/s1600/rob_pattinson_remember_me_1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S7pTCUfe9MI/AAAAAAAACkU/qhsSw9zkIFQ/s400/rob_pattinson_remember_me_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456765197838382274" border="0" /></a>What they covered up well with makeup was the beard burn that Emilie De Ravin must have sported for the whole movie...<br /><br /><br />ROBBIE P.<br />MEET<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S7pTo2dDGEI/AAAAAAAACkc/qUilz7TWMHw/s1600/disposable-razor.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S7pTo2dDGEI/AAAAAAAACkc/qUilz7TWMHw/s400/disposable-razor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456765859790002242" border="0" /></a>Mr. Razor!<br /><br />Mr. Razor meet Robbie P.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S7pUFrvqAwI/AAAAAAAACks/SKUm1oLL6c0/s1600/Rob+funny+face.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S7pUFrvqAwI/AAAAAAAACks/SKUm1oLL6c0/s400/Rob+funny+face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456766355131466498" border="0" /></a>Oh Rob don't be that way, as long as you do it right you won't hurt yourself!<br /><br />So, people say to me but he's british they don't have the same hygiene we do here. Umm....why the hell not? The English Pound is worth more than the US Dollar<br />They should be EVEN MORE CLEAN than we are!<br /><br />DEAR HATERS OF THE WORLD,<br />GET A CLUE! NO ONE LIKES CONSTANT YELLING OUT TO TWITTER WITH NO REASON....YOU JUST LOOK DUMB!<br /><br />Anyway, I'm out that's all I gotta say for the day....by the way this blog....MY OPINION which means if I want to dis Rob then I will, but he's a good actor in Rmember Me I just wish his roommate had let him borrow a razor and shaving cream every once in a while...<br /><br />Love ya Rob, but it's called a Razor, look it up. You can google it!<br /><br />As for Taylor thank god you are finally 18 and I don't feel like I have to look away when your hot sexy abs are in my way....mmmmmmhmmmmmm THOSE PUPPIES ARE SICK SOMEONE CALL THE VET!!!!!!<br /><br />Hello Biceps!<br /><br />Thus concludes this selection of ramblings, I'm still the reigning ruler of random world.<br /><br />That's my opinion outta be yours!<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942679092349627134.post-63866778496929592842010-03-06T02:27:00.015-06:002010-03-06T04:27:36.527-06:00Hell Froze Over! But Charlie's Hotness Melted it!To quote the kellebelle: "Dude, Charlie Bewley is soooooo hot!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">K, So we have FINALLY arrived at the blog for Day 3 of twi-tour<br /><br />Kelley, Nori, and I were beyond exhausted and since this was the day that Kellan was <span style="font-style: italic;">supposed to </span>grace us with his present. See Day 1 post for my "controversial" post about that and Kellan's no show.<br /><br />So first up was Mr. Dance Your Ass Off, Attention Deficit Disorder, Hotter in Person than in the Movies <span style="font-weight: bold;">Michael Welch!</span><br /><br />the night before he had done some chaneling of Kevin Bacon in Footloose and was SO EASY to photograph!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5ITzmJyjQI/AAAAAAAACeE/TGQ5jcPaiTs/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5ITzmJyjQI/AAAAAAAACeE/TGQ5jcPaiTs/s400/IMG_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445436676580216066" border="0" /></a>NOT!!!! UM SOMEWHERE IN THE BLACKNESS IS HIM<br /><br />FAIL!<br /><br />By the next morning my camera skills had gotten A TEENY BIT better<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5ITz2BJhII/AAAAAAAACeM/2MTyKurX4_I/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5ITz2BJhII/AAAAAAAACeM/2MTyKurX4_I/s400/IMG_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445436680838939778" border="0" /></a>I said a teeny bit shut up! So yeah that's Michael....Let's just say the MAN WORKS OUT!<br /><br />Lemme tell ya a small little story<br />Once upon a time there was this nerdy dude who asked Bella from Twilight to the prom<br /><br />Then he grew up<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IT0H0Ru7I/AAAAAAAACeU/TbfSZ5sJ0s4/s1600-h/IMG_0020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IT0H0Ru7I/AAAAAAAACeU/TbfSZ5sJ0s4/s400/IMG_0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445436685616790450" border="0" /></a>To be hotness!! The End!<br />Kthanxbye!<br /><br />Seriously though, despite his obvious need for some A-D-D meds he was a hoot and hot to boot! Ha! It rhymes!<br /><br />Anyhoo, Kelley got to ask him a question and he was real up close and personal! Damn the man is not nerdy at all!<br />So, Arizona how you likin da rain? Well if it makes men grow up like you then I like it just fine thankyouverymuch!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IT0myVpAI/AAAAAAAACec/YjAE3PHSxiI/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IT0myVpAI/AAAAAAAACec/YjAE3PHSxiI/s400/IMG_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445436693930157058" border="0" /></a>blurry but hotness<br /><br />and then Kelley's shoulder as she asked Michael to do his impressions of Taylor and Rob!! They were dead on too!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IT03o_siI/AAAAAAAACek/ZiH8twAKpgs/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IT03o_siI/AAAAAAAACek/ZiH8twAKpgs/s400/IMG_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445436698454372898" border="0" /></a>Not the best look on his face, he's doing an Elvis impression apparently!! Cool Kellebelle! It's your shoulder<br /><br />So then there was boredomspice as we waited for the afternoon of Volturi hotness to follow!<br /><br />We were boredspice and pissed that Kellan wasn't here, we were about to be unpissed and fall in love in no time flat, but before we get to that!<br /><br />You FeFe, sup? Big man? He's 6'7"of man.....hugespiceness<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IYt9LdFPI/AAAAAAAACes/2JszoFIAAdg/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IYt9LdFPI/AAAAAAAACes/2JszoFIAAdg/s400/IMG_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445442077240136946" border="0" /></a>I was practicing my zoom and non-blurryspice picture skills...<br />This ladies...um...and prolly no gentlemen....is Daniel Cudmore aka Felix of the Volturi! He's a big guy no wonder he can kick Rob..I mean Edward's ass.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IYuGU8tOI/AAAAAAAACe0/6C9IK--c-2E/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IYuGU8tOI/AAAAAAAACe0/6C9IK--c-2E/s400/IMG_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445442079695877346" border="0" /></a>The stage was BARELY big enough for all that MAN!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IYuRG7erI/AAAAAAAACe8/TpKsXSj6nT8/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IYuRG7erI/AAAAAAAACe8/TpKsXSj6nT8/s400/IMG_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445442082589866674" border="0" /></a>He got a kick out of our southern accents as we did his Canadian words, aye?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IYu_XJixI/AAAAAAAACfM/4QSu-m6sr-s/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IYu_XJixI/AAAAAAAACfM/4QSu-m6sr-s/s400/IMG_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445442095005928210" border="0" /></a>Look how perfect that pic is? good thing cause the best was yet to come! Holy hotness!<br />Daniel was aight...pronounced (aww...ite)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IYu0UygRI/AAAAAAAACfE/bxhBpp9O42I/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IYu0UygRI/AAAAAAAACfE/bxhBpp9O42I/s400/IMG_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445442092043239698" border="0" /></a>Nice camera skills there Juls...why thanks you Juls...you are welcome!<br /><br />GOOD PRACTICE FOR THE GRAND AND I DO MEAN GRAND FINALE!!<br />Team Edward?<br />Team Jacob?<br />PShaw!! As If!!<br /><br />TEAM DEMETRI!!!!!!!!!!<br />WARNING: EXTREME HOTNESS TO FOLLOW (LOTS OF IT) IF YOU HAVE A WEAK HEART OR JUST FAINT AT THE SITE OF PURE UNADULTERATED HEAVENLY DELICIOUSNESS....THIS IS YOUR WARNING TO STOP READING<br /><br />So, the kellbelle, nori, and I were TIREDSPICE!!<br /><br />We woke up! When this man came on stage!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IbJfYZXiI/AAAAAAAACfU/6x-31TUN5do/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IbJfYZXiI/AAAAAAAACfU/6x-31TUN5do/s400/IMG_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445444749300948514" border="0" /></a>Hey there, hotness, you cold? Why the layers? We WANT TO SEE SOME SKIN!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IbJkCLzlI/AAAAAAAACfc/Oz6YNqXZ3V0/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IbJkCLzlI/AAAAAAAACfc/Oz6YNqXZ3V0/s400/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445444750549962322" border="0" /></a>figures the one blurry pic of him I get is of a weird face well he likes to do that so you know....he's still hot!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IbJ2jKsAI/AAAAAAAACfk/cJl9DQJqJIQ/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IbJ2jKsAI/AAAAAAAACfk/cJl9DQJqJIQ/s400/IMG_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445444755520139266" border="0" /></a>Blurryspice *cries* NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IbJ4l-xZI/AAAAAAAACfs/h2Nn-xIQ36Y/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IbJ4l-xZI/AAAAAAAACfs/h2Nn-xIQ36Y/s400/IMG_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445444756068812178" border="0" /></a>the Kellebelle and Nori might kill me but Charlie tends to Ramble...hmmmm...what's the name of my blog again? Oh yeah ramblings haha! I win girls!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IcPoOZbgI/AAAAAAAACf8/1mNS1q9IE_w/s1600-h/Charlie+Bewley+and+I+Jan+31,2010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IcPoOZbgI/AAAAAAAACf8/1mNS1q9IE_w/s400/Charlie+Bewley+and+I+Jan+31,2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445445954265771522" border="0" /></a>I don't usually fan girl but SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! HOLY HOTNESS SUPER DEMETRI!!<br /><br />okay so Charlie started out on stage like this......<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IbKZelr-I/AAAAAAAACf0/dlsxRLM_iv0/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IbKZelr-I/AAAAAAAACf0/dlsxRLM_iv0/s400/IMG_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445444764896178146" border="0" /></a>He of 1,000 faces!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IdVpRVQnI/AAAAAAAACgk/sFvxrObNg90/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IdVpRVQnI/AAAAAAAACgk/sFvxrObNg90/s400/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445447157137359474" border="0" /></a>Each face just as hot as the other!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IdU7aX9II/AAAAAAAACgM/iitlk7zm16A/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IdU7aX9II/AAAAAAAACgM/iitlk7zm16A/s400/IMG_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445447144827253890" border="0" /></a>I don't know what he was talking about right here....I was standing there with my mouth gaped open in the presence of true hotness!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IdVeBREDI/AAAAAAAACgc/ZDMH5mqFBek/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IdVeBREDI/AAAAAAAACgc/ZDMH5mqFBek/s400/IMG_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445447154117185586" border="0" /></a>So, um Charlie isn't it hot in this room????? I think so!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ie99Qb7rI/AAAAAAAACgs/i97XFO6l40o/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ie99Qb7rI/AAAAAAAACgs/i97XFO6l40o/s400/IMG_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445448949208706738" border="0" /></a>Apparently so did he, first came off the jacket! Then....he was showing us the new free t-shirt they had given him for free to wear...why would you do such a thing! Do not give that man MORE CLOTHES TO WEAR!!! IDIOTS!!!<br />Well he liked it and all but he was still a little warm....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ie9w7q1eI/AAAAAAAACg0/RIDWJ5ABI_s/s1600-h/IMG_0047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ie9w7q1eI/AAAAAAAACg0/RIDWJ5ABI_s/s400/IMG_0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445448945900377570" border="0" /></a>Ummm...hi....*thud*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ie-T5Nm0I/AAAAAAAAChE/l3eXSx6sbXw/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ie-T5Nm0I/AAAAAAAAChE/l3eXSx6sbXw/s400/IMG_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445448955285314370" border="0" /></a>Is that shirt tasty? OMG! You are finespice!!! Dude!!! Wow!! I wanna kill the bitch who caught the t-shirt! Did I menion...HOT!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ie-iInDQI/AAAAAAAAChM/VMaF97DhiSs/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ie-iInDQI/AAAAAAAAChM/VMaF97DhiSs/s400/IMG_0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445448959107992834" border="0" /></a>Yeah that's right point at me and tell them you love me *dies*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ig578x41I/AAAAAAAAChU/DcImUfuId9Q/s1600-h/IMG_0051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ig578x41I/AAAAAAAAChU/DcImUfuId9Q/s400/IMG_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445451079161602898" border="0" /></a>This is apparently the most worn shirt at Twi-tour or in Twilight next only to the Rob Stoli shirt! We are not complainin!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ig6J2n2dI/AAAAAAAAChc/-aoFiHnDzLU/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ig6J2n2dI/AAAAAAAAChc/-aoFiHnDzLU/s400/IMG_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445451082893875666" border="0" /></a>Thumbs up! You are hot! <dies><br /><br />NOT ONLY WAS HE HOT....<br />He was sooo fun!!! And nice and sweet and greatful and thankful and everything perfect...perfection thy name is Charlie Bewley!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ig6q3oDVI/AAAAAAAAChs/8ok-UCfUX54/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ig6q3oDVI/AAAAAAAAChs/8ok-UCfUX54/s400/IMG_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445451091756453202" border="0" /></a>The signature smirk we all know and......(died)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ig67SGiNI/AAAAAAAACh0/rm3oaU-XL50/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ig67SGiNI/AAAAAAAACh0/rm3oaU-XL50/s400/IMG_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445451096162470098" border="0" /></a>Um....muscles much wow!! nice! *died*<br /><br /></dies><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IjDRxANHI/AAAAAAAACh8/N2BrHlkVmDo/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IjDRxANHI/AAAAAAAACh8/N2BrHlkVmDo/s400/IMG_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445453438659867762" border="0" /></a>Dies again!<br /><br />Dead<br />Doornails have more life.....wow~~<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IjEId3BMI/AAAAAAAACic/VykMM3y--mY/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IjEId3BMI/AAAAAAAACic/VykMM3y--mY/s400/IMG_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445453453343524034" border="0" /></a>Nice smile there babe! It's for me! Shut up Kelley he's mine Bitca!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IlDKV0HUI/AAAAAAAACik/a_9VfvzUOnw/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IlDKV0HUI/AAAAAAAACik/a_9VfvzUOnw/s400/IMG_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445455635690036546" border="0" /></a>Okay I took like 40 pics of him no joke so just sit back and drool kthanxbye!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IlD-T0DfI/AAAAAAAACi8/-Ga85zY_diQ/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IlD-T0DfI/AAAAAAAACi8/-Ga85zY_diQ/s400/IMG_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445455649640287730" border="0" /></a>idk what to say other than omg! He's sooo hot!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IlDzsX5MI/AAAAAAAACjE/UzeK-M_PN_U/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IlDzsX5MI/AAAAAAAACjE/UzeK-M_PN_U/s400/IMG_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445455646790509762" border="0" /></a>heehee<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ilr3_fTwI/AAAAAAAACjM/pCvo4t0ZISw/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Ilr3_fTwI/AAAAAAAACjM/pCvo4t0ZISw/s400/IMG_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445456335139196674" border="0" /></a>His shirt gives new meaning to the phrase...give me libertie or give me death...*dies*<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Im9I-7cwI/AAAAAAAACjU/ZyoUjfv6t50/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Im9I-7cwI/AAAAAAAACjU/ZyoUjfv6t50/s400/IMG_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445457731269653250" border="0" /></a>(speechless)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Im9X10MqI/AAAAAAAACjc/iwLKnYrdCNA/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Im9X10MqI/AAAAAAAACjc/iwLKnYrdCNA/s400/IMG_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445457735257961122" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Im9g3zoAI/AAAAAAAACjk/6AhZEWyblic/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Im9g3zoAI/AAAAAAAACjk/6AhZEWyblic/s400/IMG_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445457737682231298" border="0" /></a>Holla! Hotness Alert! this picture marks the birth of.....<br /><br />SUPER DEMETRI<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Im91WZAyI/AAAAAAAACjs/FTkOafRWBng/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5Im91WZAyI/AAAAAAAACjs/FTkOafRWBng/s400/IMG_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445457743179219746" border="0" /></a>Long Live Super Demetri!!!! When asked what character he would rather be he answered no one I like my character. You have Alec who has the 1/2 mile per hour mist oooooo scary! NOT!<br /><br />Then there is Marcus he can sense relationships.......so what?<br /><br />Caius is pretty much powerless...and Aro's mind reading thing?? Nah!<br /><br />I can find anyone in the world and I am super fast if I could fly I would be SUPER DEMETRI and there in that phrase was born SUPER DEMETRI!!<br /><br />then as we got the autographs and got to talk to Charlie ourselves, Kelley, or Nori, who cares who..shot this picture! I cannot thank the good lord enough it was a good day when he was born!!!!<br /><br />Thank you lord for this picture!! who cares who yelled at us! It was worth it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IpXZHaaHI/AAAAAAAACj8/jeYrCE9gY10/s1600-h/CharlieProtected.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S5IpXZHaaHI/AAAAAAAACj8/jeYrCE9gY10/s400/CharlieProtected.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445460381300058226" border="0" /></a>What I wouldn't give to be that lollipop! Holy Lord!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Let's just say by the end of the night we were saying Kellan who?</span><br /><br />That ladies and gentleman....is um...the end of the hotness! Hotness!!<br /><br />I miss Twi-tour I miss the hotne<br />ss I miss being in the presence of all that hotness but I'll tell you one thing boy! If Carlie Bewley comes next year I'm there!!!<br /><br />Even the frozen tundra can't keep me away!<br /><br />Love,<br />Juls, Queen of Randomness...PS this is funny as hell!!!!<br /><br />P.P.S. that's my opinion oughta be yours if it's not then whatever!<br /><br />http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/video/clips/robert-pattinson/1205692/#share_content<br /><br />Sorry I tried to get it embedded....didn't work! Oh well copy and paste it's worth it!<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942679092349627134.post-42487510299066376862010-02-22T01:54:00.009-06:002010-02-22T03:09:13.384-06:00HELL FROZE OVER..DAY 2 THE WOLVES DESCEND!<div style="text-align: center;">This day will go down in Twi-tour history as the day of the wolves!<br /><br />Wolf-mania overtook us as we waited patiently (Kellebelle) not me as I have zero patience to see us some hot wolves....<br /><br />Rawr!<br /><br />Driving across ice is not easy and it's not fun! I was tempted to skip this day! Nori was NOT going to let that happen!<br /><br />So after chipping the 5 or 6 inches of ice that was in the shape of my car away...away we went! NOT!!<br /><br />I was stuck! I couldn't get the car to go forward!!! My poor car just wasn't having it<br /><br />So I got out and pushed and that didn't work as it's an SUV and I'm not that heavy...<br /><br />Anyhoo, Nori the genius that she is was like try reversing...and voila it worked as I maneuvered around the neighbors' mailboxes we were on our way across the frozen tundra also known as Nashville!<br /><br />RANDOM INTERRUPTIVE RANT:<br /><br />This is MY blog, therefore, my opinions! Someone who shall remain nameless said that opinions are like a**holes everyone has one...<br />This is a true story, but this is my blog and if you don't like it, don't read it. It's that simple! So I will call Kellan Lutz a flake if I want to it's MY BLOG!<br /><br />RANT OVER<br /><br />On to business: We missed the screening of Twilight...like we hadn't seen it 10,000 times....so to say the least upset we were not!<br /><br />I got a new wireless, scanner, printer thingie so I can finally show you my most (as of this moment) prized possessions<br /><br />Day 1 was Gil and Peter<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4I72UFWejI/AAAAAAAACcM/oCuyP9pTGwk/s1600-h/Image.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4I72UFWejI/AAAAAAAACcM/oCuyP9pTGwk/s400/Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440977104107108914" border="0" /></a>Here is the picture that I took with Peter that day! He is so just! There are no words!! He is just an amazing guy! *swoon* He's a dreamboat for sure<br /><br />Day 2 Day of the Wolves:<br /><br />So Papa wolf (Gil) was back again to entertain us with his sparkling personality. The man if just down right funny as hell!<br /><br />Then due to some schedule changes the wolves were delayed and we were petrified! We had had one star cancel on us how many more were going to not come?<br /><br />THANK THE GOOD LORD, NO MORE CANCELLATIONS<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4I8tdwIAnI/AAAAAAAACcU/2I154sWmfJ0/s1600-h/Kiowa+and+Bronson+and+Me+Jan+30+2010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4I8tdwIAnI/AAAAAAAACcU/2I154sWmfJ0/s400/Kiowa+and+Bronson+and+Me+Jan+30+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440978051595240050" border="0" /></a>There is that hot blonde chick again with Embry to her right and Bronson to her left, yeah I think that's right (bronson's in stripes)<br /><br />Those of you who are not Twi-hards may know them better as Embry and Jared<br /><br />Okay, there must have been some Redbulls on the plane because Bronson was like the energizer bunny! And we were not complaining! He was so fun!<br /><br />Here is proof!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4I9e82xJhI/AAAAAAAACcc/yidsDbg_SRo/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4I9e82xJhI/AAAAAAAACcc/yidsDbg_SRo/s400/IMG_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440978901758191122" border="0" /></a>If you are wondering why the picture is blurry, it's because he wouldn't be still long enough to take one...lol which is part of why we love you! Nori kept asking how old he was and I think the kellebelle said 20 so yeah he's legal *drool*<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4I-eZYsZBI/AAAAAAAACck/OsUcpJ1_JXE/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4I-eZYsZBI/AAAAAAAACck/OsUcpJ1_JXE/s400/IMG_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440979991748437010" border="0" /></a>Something about the lights, or maybe my camera? Idk? anyway it made their eyes all silver...here is Bronson sitting for just a sec to snap this pic!<br /><br />HOLLA!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4I-e3YlrKI/AAAAAAAACc0/7NO4BmPbC7s/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4I-e3YlrKI/AAAAAAAACc0/7NO4BmPbC7s/s400/IMG_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440979999801060514" border="0" /></a>I know what you are thinking! It looks like that famous statue called the thinker! Yep it does but you know, not a statue and so much HOTTER!!!<br /><br />HOTSPICENESS!<br /><br />Of course this day brought the fan girls! To be discussed later!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4I-fOL4bdI/AAAAAAAACc8/CCyGF0g7oZA/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4I-fOL4bdI/AAAAAAAACc8/CCyGF0g7oZA/s400/IMG_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440980005921779154" border="0" /></a>Seems, Kelley, Nori and I all had our "money shots" of one of the celebs mine happened to be Bronson! Here he is inches away and at one point he turned around and I had to lean away not to make contact with his cute butt! No kidding literally!<br /><br />I KNOW BUT DON'T BE HATEIN~<br /><br />Well Bronson hop, skipped, and jumped his way through his hour and out came his good buddy, dude in glasses and hat. We were all like who is that?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4JC12I-JEI/AAAAAAAACdE/xWqM9mJH2nI/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4JC12I-JEI/AAAAAAAACdE/xWqM9mJH2nI/s400/IMG_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440984792650622018" border="0" /></a>Oh right, it's Kiowa! Huh? Glasses? Isn't that Quil?<br /><br />Anyway, not that I can hate on anyone who wears glasses as I am blind as a bat without mine as well...Kiowa not sure....anyway...the poor guy just got off a 6 hour flight from L.A. had a cold and looked like he was just miserable and here were some of the questions from those fangirls we all know and hate....<br /><br />WHAT COLOR IS YOUR TOOTHBRUSH?<br /><br />OMG!!! You have to be kidding me! What a stupid dumb question. I was embarrassed for all of Nashville.<br /><br />DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4JC2J5eHlI/AAAAAAAACdM/cryq0L7Kf5o/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4JC2J5eHlI/AAAAAAAACdM/cryq0L7Kf5o/s400/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440984797954317906" border="0" /></a>this is what I call pulling a Rob...running his fingers through his hair poor guy he was so sick....but he showed up for us! We love you Kiowa!<br /><br />Anyway, despite the dumb questions he was jsut as nice as he can be and we finally got our Embry moments and we were running with the wolves...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4JC2rVb93I/AAAAAAAACdc/RGuD-SF-SF8/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4JC2rVb93I/AAAAAAAACdc/RGuD-SF-SF8/s400/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440984806929987442" border="0" /></a>Again, I apologize for the poor picture quality, this is why I am not a photographer..<br /><br />There is the Kiowa we all know and love and his toothbrush is the electric kind so if you have one like his you are coolspice! NOT!<br />YES, HE AND BRONSON HAVE A GF, NO YOU ARE NOT HER so shut up!<br /><br />This was not the end of the day.....oh no! Tonight was the Vampire Ball!<br /><br />Could we go back to our room and change? NOPE!!<br /><br />But in true Norified fashion...Kelley and Nori decided to look fabulous anyway!<br /><br />Me on the other hand? Yeah I was like I'm going in my Jeans!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4JGirXtKII/AAAAAAAACdk/17wx-JYFy8A/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4JGirXtKII/AAAAAAAACdk/17wx-JYFy8A/s400/IMG_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440988861388630146" border="0" /></a>Nori and Kelley aren't you FABULOUS!! YES YOU ARE!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4JGjHEr2YI/AAAAAAAACds/QsTKGsD9MgU/s1600-h/IMG_0047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4JGjHEr2YI/AAAAAAAACds/QsTKGsD9MgU/s400/IMG_0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440988868825045378" border="0" /></a>Show off those cute outfits! Pretty nice for dressing in a bathroom stall!<br /><br />You go girls!<br /><br />Me= party pooper<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4JGjWg6ZPI/AAAAAAAACd0/hZ6JEW57fHA/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4JGjWg6ZPI/AAAAAAAACd0/hZ6JEW57fHA/s400/IMG_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440988872969970930" border="0" /></a>There is me and Nori me in the same thing I had worn all day I was so exhausted i could barely move and then there is Nori the makeup of course perfect! Ugh! She sucks! Photogenic is not in my vocabulary apparently<br /><br />Fun centerpieces made by peeps more creative than us and Michael Welch channeling Kevin Bacon in footloose and singing very badly to some awesome songs....but he was so coolspice...could we get pics? You tell me:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4JGjgNHLFI/AAAAAAAACd8/pm2cGcDThuc/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S4JGjgNHLFI/AAAAAAAACd8/pm2cGcDThuc/s400/IMG_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440988875571276882" border="0" /></a>Nope! FAIL! NO PICS OF MICHAEL AND HIS HOT DANCIN SKILLS! THE MAN CAN CUT A RUG FOR SURE!<br /><br />He was on Day 3...TO BE CONTINUED.....<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942679092349627134.post-1476752122253012782010-02-01T06:12:00.015-06:002017-05-18T11:39:28.466-05:00Hell Literally Froze Over and I Still Went to Twitour Day1<div style="text-align: center;">
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MAY 18TH, 2017 <br />
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UPDATE BABY YEARS AND MATURITY LATER.<br />
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TWILIGHT IS OVER AND THE "WOLF GUYS" NO ONE HAS EVER HEARD FROM THEM AGAIN. TAYLOR LAUTNER HAS TROUBLE GETTING JOBS AND RPATTZ IS WITH SOME CHICK CALLED FKA. TWIGS......THERE WAS A FLOOD IN NASHVILLE. I'M 36 AND 100 POUNDS FATTER THAN IN THE PREVIOUS PICS.<br />
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Okay, here's the sitch:<br />
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January, 29 through 31st tested my twi-obsession....to the limit<br />
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The kellebelle (@kellebelle1981 @NoriFB and I have been and were saving up money for twitour to meet Kellan Lutz and Peter Facinelli among others to be discussed later!<br />
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I LIVE IN THE SOUTH PEOPLE....WE GET WINTER FOR ABOUT ONE WEEK A YEAR!<br />
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Not this particular year though!<br />
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This year Mother Nature thought she would try to keep us from twitour with ice over the roads and 6 inches of snow....<br />
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SIDE NOTE: I realize to those up North this is a measley amount...see here's the thing.</div>
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You guys have I don't know...um...tools to handle this with whereas we here in the South don't</div>
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have...like..any!</div>
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Salt, yeah what about it? It tastes good on food. Oh you can put it on roads and melt the ice? Oh really? We didn't get the memo!</div>
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So, every day I had to scrape the inches of ice off my windshield so I could see and brave roads that if required to stop, brakes wouldn't work. I had waited too long and paid way too much money to NOT go.</div>
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So hi ho hi ho over the ice we go to twitour. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;">Here's the Kellebelle! Which way girl? I dub thee queen of the dorks in your twilight Burger King Crown.</span></div>
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<b>Kellan, the flake, Lutz </b>had cancelled due to some movie he was shooting which seems wierd since I saw pictures of him skiing that weekend...hmmm...guess a ski trip is more important that the 1000 plus fans who paid to see you. Oh well! REPLACEMENTS were on their way!</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;">Then the BFF's showed me up by both wearing said dorky crowns. Damn you! That's okay! I will pass this time! ;)</span></div>
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The first person we got the extreme pleasure to meet was Gil Birmingham!</div>
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The man 1st of all looks 10 years younger than Billy Black in person and 2nd was a frickin hoot and could make a joke out of even the dumbest question.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;">Here is Gil entering the stage and showing us he looks very good without a wheelchair!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;">Holla Gil!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;">The seats were numbered alphabetically and we were only in row F but because I have a crappy camera without an insane zoom, trial and error blur...this is about as close as I could get.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;">This is a picture of Gil from the screens that were on the sides of the stage. He doesn't look like Billy Black here!</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;">Gil was fun, but we were waiting for Daddy Cullen aka PFach He of the 1 and half million twitter minions.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;">We knew he had landed thanks to said twitter! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;">Before I post pics I just have to say! Jennie Garth you are one lucky woman I hope you know what you got!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;">Let's get real...everything is nice on this man! You go PFach!</span></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942679092349627134.post-89617194066252912582010-01-05T16:33:00.004-06:002017-05-18T11:36:47.786-05:00I FAIL AT BLOGGING<div style="text-align: center;">
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A WALK DOWN MEMORY LANE MAY 18, 2017<br />
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SO UPDATE. NASHVILLE STILL GETS COLD AS HELL AND I AM OLD......AND TWILIGHT IS SO LAME......THIS IS A WALK DOWN SCARY MEMORY LANE.<br />
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FIRST I WANT TO APOLOGIZE FOR BEING SUCH AN EPIC FAIL AT UPDATING THIS BLOG! *FACEPALM*<br />
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Well, what's going on in my life? Let's see..hmmmm<br />
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My sleep pattern is just FUBAR'D<br />
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For example, I get up when this happens at<br />
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So pretty much all day I spend my time on this:<br />
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See, the thing is I do this Twilight role play site, and like I play Bella, so I'm married to Edward...be jealous bitches!! It's so fun! You should try it!<br />
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SHAMELESS PLUG ALERT<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S0PGQa8J58I/AAAAAAAACaM/NouGIbdNMbM/s1600-h/THREE%21.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423396361696044994" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/S0PGQa8J58I/AAAAAAAACaM/NouGIbdNMbM/s400/THREE!.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 218px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><a href="http://eternaltwilove.ning.com/"><br />http://eternaltwilove.ning.com </a><------where br="" i="" life="" my="" spend=""><br />because it's freaking insanely like this outside: <a href="http://survivalofthesickestthebook.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/cold-weather.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://survivalofthesickestthebook.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/cold-weather.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 282px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 425px;" /></a>So I see no human beings in person...it's freaking cold dude! I mean the low yesterday was 3! This is the south it's not supposed to get this cold here...<br /><br />Okay, take out the snow, we don't get that, just freaking ice and coldness!<br /><br />I thought birds flew to us for winter? Shoot, where are they going to fly now? The equator?<br /><br />So, through, twitter which honestly does connect the world I've met some friends from all over the world,<br />The Phillipines,<br />Japan<br />Australia<br />even the tiny island of New Zealand, most known for where they shot those Lord of the Rings movies or aka Middle Earth<br /><br />Well, it's a new decade! WTH?<br /><a href="http://img.depthe.com/uploads/1261042244.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://img.depthe.com/uploads/1261042244.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />Where did ten years go? They say time flies when you are having fun...well some of the last ten years were fun but a lot of them sucked so why they hell did time fly?<br /><br />I GOT SCREWED!<br /><br />2010 is here...I don't think i'll ever get used to writing it...I give up<br /><br />I'M IN DENIAL<br /><br />As far as hollywood goes, I don't care, New Moon was the peak of the events I was looking forward to except my polar bear girl....(inside joke) visiting<br /><br />of course I've been hanging with the kellebelle1981 duhspice! She's the BFF I mean come on peeps.<br /><br />Other than accidentally stumbling on what the real Rob Pattinson's secret twitter is.....that was cool...but don't bother asking! FINDERS KEEPERS BITCHES!<br /><br />DON'T WORRY I'M NOT SPECIAL HE DOESN'T TWEET ME AND I HAVE IT ON GOOD AUTHORITY IT'S REALLY HIM BUT I CAN NEVER BE 100 PERCENT SURE.....PFACH WON'T BE ANNOUNCING IT.<br /><br />I'LL TELL YOU ONE HINT.....IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HIS NAME. DUH THE MAN WANTS TO BE LEFT THE HELL ALONE!<br /><br />Let's follow the example of Respect RPattz and the Rpattz Project and leave him the hell alone. The man has a microscope on him 24/7 geez. How does he even sleep? I would be so paranoid!<br /><br />Rob you are the bombdotcom that you deal with all that bullshit and still are nice to your insane fans<br /><br />DEAR FANGIRLS: Next time you feel compelled to scream at RPattz or TLau or whoever your Twi-crush is do this first<br /><br />Go to a complete stranger on the street as they are walking and just start screaming at them. When they look at you like you belong in a mental institution then you will understand how these stars feel when you scream at them.<br /><br />Idiots!<br /><br />I have NEVER HEARD a story where some fan screamed at a star and he instantly picked up said fangirl and fell in love with her and made her his wife...so STOP IT DAMMIT IT'S JUST EMBARRASING TO ALL TWILIGHT FANS!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br />DO IT ON THE INSIDE IF YOU MUST....<br /><br />NEXT POST AFTER TWI-TOUR!<br /><br />LOVE, QUEEN OF ALL THINGS RANDOMSPICE!<br /><br />Julz!<br /><br /><br />Sorry for the lack of pics...don't want to show the fangirls...they are crazy enough they don't need more attention!<br /><br />PEOPLE'S CHOICE AWARDS TOMORROW, IXNAY ON THE SCREAMING!!!<br /><br />I'm wasting my time but it's worth saying....<br /><br /></------where></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942679092349627134.post-27255235567840338622009-12-07T13:21:00.005-06:002009-12-25T18:21:32.413-06:00Rainy Days and Mondays Always Get Me Down<div style="text-align: center;">Once upon a time in a place called Nashville, there lived a girl named, me.<br /><br />She hated the weather! Because one day it would be appropriate for this<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lakbaypilipinas.com/images/boracay_sun_bathing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 321px;" src="http://www.lakbaypilipinas.com/images/boracay_sun_bathing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Okay, duh without the ocean, it's Tennessee people get a map! I'm making a point.<br /><br />then the next day you would wake up to this<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.milkandhoneyfarm.com/diary/images/hoar_frost2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 257px;" src="http://www.milkandhoneyfarm.com/diary/images/hoar_frost2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Frost? What the hell? It was like 70 and sunny yesterday?? Pardon me Mothernature but is this a way to mess with our heads?? Thanks....NOT!!<br /><br />I'm no little miss religious....FOR SURE! But I grew up Catholic and therefore have a huge family! Well, a wierd phenomenon has happened to me lately and only God could have done this.<br /><br />I stopped worrying about something and eventually this something fixed itself and left me no need to worry.<br /><br />There was a quote on this church once that said. "Worrying is like a rocking chair, it's something to do, but it won't get you anywhere...Well it is a church so I say!<br /><br />A to the Men!!<br /><br /><object height="265" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xz32I_GbpeU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xz32I_GbpeU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"></embed></object><br /><br />This is dedicated to all those I love the most. @ScottishDracFan-Nori @kellebelle1981-Kellebelle @glitterbug_81-Amy @TenaciousAlly-Allison @VictoriaAlise-Alise @DeanNSaminmyBed-Iman @Tidus_Yuna- Sarita<br />Tammy, Rachyrain @rachelninjas, my girl Monica, @MyChemicalMuse<br /><br /><br />For those of you who hate country (you know who you are) Focus more on the lyrics and message of the song than the genre :P<br /><br />Follow the advice of this next video no matter who you are!<br /><br />THIS NEXT VIDEO HAS GOOD ADVICE IF ANYONE CAN FIGURE OUT HOW TO FOLLOW IT....PLEASE TELL ME<br /><br /><object height="265" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTJ7AzBIJoI&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTJ7AzBIJoI&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dear Verizon: I HATE YOU!!</span><br />Everyone says, oh they have the best coverage, whatever, I am getting ripped off on a daily basis and now I can't even call my friend in Canada. They are all like...it's another country. I'm like DUH, I took geography in elementary school, but why should that constitute me having to pay 50 cents a minute and 25 cents a text...I hate you! As soon as my contracts up I'm gonna flip you the bird and run over to Sprint or T-Mobile or something..shit!! or even if I'm desperate AT&T<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.travelblog.org/pix/maps/north-america.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 573px; height: 331px;" src="http://www.travelblog.org/pix/maps/north-america.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>On this map you will see Canada, but look what is Northwest of Canada? Alaska! It doesn't cost extra to call there...or to Hawaii for that matter. Stupid verizon...<br /><br />CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW IDIOTS!!!!<br /><br />Okay, ranted about that way to damn long. Lately, I've suffered from a long endured syndrome that has stayed with me for my entire life but tends to get better at certain times....it's known as...<br /><br />FOOT-IN-MOUTH DISEASE!<br /><br />I have a birth defect or brain damage...I was born without that little voice in my head that says don't say that it might be taken the wrong way and then you will cause trouble without meaning to. GREAT, AWESOME!! I'm surprised I have any damn friends...<br /><br />Okay on to more important matters,<br /><br />New Moon, in two weeks has taken the world by storm and made over half a BILLION dollars....News stories in all countries are saying this is unexpected....SERIOUSLY??<br /><br />Unexpected?? Must have a different definition of unexpected....People camped out for days at the premiere...idiots!!<br /><br />People scream at RPattz like he's Jesus incarnate. All I have to say is unexpected it the dumbest thing I have ever heard about New Moon's success...now we are counting down until Eclipse which will "unexpectedly" break morer box office records I'm sure.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thefidelityfiles.com/uploaded_images/E_POSTER_NEW_MOON_-704773.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 444px;" src="http://www.thefidelityfiles.com/uploaded_images/E_POSTER_NEW_MOON_-704773.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> Okay, one criticism of the movie. Kstew I love you, it's not your fault, but there is this thing that humans do very often and that's blink.<br /><br />In Twilight you blinked way too much in New Moon not at all. Find a happy medium.<br /><br />I've been addicted to Twilight Twitter role play lately because I'm a member of a great site. It's always fun to watch the action unfold.<br /><br />http://truetwilight.ning.com<br /><br />Join! You won't regret!! 18 and over only<br /><br />Oh yeah some other stuff happened in hollywood....does anything but New Moon matter? Nope...didn't think so...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dear Gosselins: GO AWAY!<br /><br />ONE MORE THING!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I saw the Blindside!!! Damn good movie...if you hate Ole Miss don't go, but otherwise go!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Okay, that's all folks, sorry the blog is so boring...I'm boring lately! I've ranted and rambled my way halfway through Monday.<br /><br />I have a case of the Mondays for sure!<br /><br />Love ya, That's my opinion oughta be yours<br /><br />Julz Reigning Queen of Ramblings accept NO SUBSTITUTES!<br /><br />p.s. Love Christmas Hate shopping...grrr...shopping sucks! When it's not for me.<br /><br />Can't wait to see my girls in a couple of weeks {blows kisses}<br /></span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942679092349627134.post-53687549050953831302009-11-19T12:38:00.003-06:002009-11-22T01:18:56.779-06:00New Moon and Twitter Rock My World<span style="font-weight: bold;">My Review of New Moon by julieperk (and other ramblings):</span><br /><br />Personally, seeing Edward and Jacob on the big screen for two hours gets two thumbs up from me.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/new_moon_jacob_black_poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 430px;" src="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/new_moon_jacob_black_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>To quote a man in the movie theatre behind me and Kelley the 2nd time I saw it..<br />"Call the vet cause them puppies are sick!" I'M STILL LAUGHING (refers to his abs btw)<br />This should have been the "official poster" because Edward is hot, but I found myself hoping that Bella would stay with Jacob!<br /><br />He's a very talented actor, at 17...He has a bright future!<br /><br />I heard somewhere that he doesn't want to take his shirt off for any more movie...Pfft Tay Tay who you kiddin?<br /><br />When you work hard for a body like that, show it off dude!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photogallery.filmofilia.com/data/media/9/new_moon_77.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 437px;" src="http://photogallery.filmofilia.com/data/media/9/new_moon_77.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The scene where Edward walks toward Bella right before this screen shot made me drool and I DON'T DROOL!! DAMN ROBWARD YOU HOTSPICE!<br />Can't wait for Eclipse! I'M GONNA TRY TO PUT THE ECLIPSE COUNTDOWN WHERE THE NEW MOON ONE USED TO BE ON THE BLOG!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">OH ATTENTION ATTENTION!!</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">SPOILER, IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIE OR READ THE BOOKS DON'T READ THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPH!<br /></span> Edward proposed to Bella at the end of New Moon..everyone in the theatre GASPED! Really?<br />It was in the book<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There is a scene in the movie that proves that as Vanity Fair says 100 million fans can't be wrong that Robert Pattinson is HOT AS HIZELL!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwhlyAlFkGI/AAAAAAAACYI/BgT21EXU9XY/s1600/001_cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwhlyAlFkGI/AAAAAAAACYI/BgT21EXU9XY/s400/001_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406683262481698914" border="0" /></a>Umm...duh!<br />And to all those people who "just don't get that he's hot...see above<br />100 million people think he is can EVERY ONE of them be wrong? I think not!<br /><br /><br />Okay, this is a random rambling...Why does Thanksgiving get skipped every year?<br /><br />There are Christmas lights shining on a house about two down from mine and I'm like...ummm..Thanksgiving hasn't happened yet!<br /><br />People! Quit skipping holidays!<br />Ironically the biggest event this month was the NEW MOON release!! Sadspice, but you know not because I'm complainin....Just sayin<br /><br />Umm...one thing? Why the hell doesn't Edward have more than one outfit in the entire movie? Are you seriously telling me he wore the same suit for 6 months??<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwjN2Z69lGI/AAAAAAAACYQ/6rFO7bq7T2c/s1600/edward-cullen-bella-swan-forest-new-moon1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwjN2Z69lGI/AAAAAAAACYQ/6rFO7bq7T2c/s400/edward-cullen-bella-swan-forest-new-moon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406797687213102178" border="0" /></a>See the suit? Apparently it's Eddie's fave cause when he visits the Volturi....same shirt just with a rip in it!<br /><br />I guess vampires don't sweat or need showers or a change of clothes?? I'm not sure how all that works. Seems like the first time he takes off that shirt off is when he visits the Volturi...umm...GRODDY!!<br /><br />IT'S OKAY ROB I DON'T THINK A SHOWER WOULD WASH OFF THE SEXY!!<br /><br />Saw the trailer for Remember Me...so going! Rob + blood and getting his ass beat =HOTSPICE!!<br /><br />Here you go kiddos!! This will be our Rob-fix until Eclipse<br />Mini-spoiler: BRING TISSUES<br /><br /><br /><object height="315" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Vg3fqIWGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Vg3fqIWGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="315" width="500"></embed><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Vg3fqIWGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Vg3fqIWGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Vg3fqIWGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Vg3fqIWGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Vg3fqIWGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Vg3fqIWGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Vg3fqIWGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Vg3fqIWGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Vg3fqIWGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Vg3fqIWGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Vg3fqIWGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Vg3fqIWGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Vg3fqIWGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8Vg3fqIWGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a></object><br /><br /><br />MMMMM>>>>Rob sweet!<br /><br />Okay so the Kellebelle and I were driving back from the movie tonight and we saw a deer in my headlights<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dear Cullens: </span>Nashville has way too many deer! HELP!! Come hunt here in Nashville and you know what live here too!<br /><br />We won't stalk you <span style="font-weight: bold;">too much</span>!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dear Peter Coffin: </span>Dude not cool! Your parodies about Bella and the Rastabortionist and Steven Segal versus Jean Claude Van Damme<br /><br />The people behind us in the movie theater hate you now cause Bella is drowning and all I'm doing is laughing and saying:<br /><br />"Edward, wha ar u doin ear???"<br /><br />In other news, Miley Cyrus' tour bus turned over.<br /><br />ME: Her tour bus turned over?<br />ME: She okay?<br />KELLEBELLE: Well she's not a trending topic on Twitter so she's okay!<br />HOW TRUE HOW TRUE! THAT KELLEBELLE IS SO CLEVER!<br /><br />Ellen made a joke on her AWESOMESPICE show...she's on O magazine with Oprah<br /><br />She said she was the only person on the cover of a magazine this month that wasn't in Twilight......UMMMM YEP!!!!<br /><br />She had Kellan Lutz on the show and offered 5,000 dollars for charity if Kellan would take off his shirt...apparently it's in his contract that he can't but he can do push ups!<br /><br /><object height="315" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5gWBKFMYc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5gWBKFMYc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="315" width="500"></embed><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5gWBKFMYc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5gWBKFMYc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5gWBKFMYc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5gWBKFMYc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5gWBKFMYc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5gWBKFMYc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5gWBKFMYc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5gWBKFMYc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5gWBKFMYc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5gWBKFMYc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5gWBKFMYc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5gWBKFMYc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5gWBKFMYc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a><a class="zbzzzifaqvrdyksoolun" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5gWBKFMYc&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></a></object><br /><br />6 minutes of heaven...it's 6 minutes...seriously WORTH EVERY ONE!<br /><br />Okay, let's talk about the other obsession I have<br /><br />JENSEN ACKLES!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwjVoaR_PgI/AAAAAAAACYY/dCyIxe9cP9c/s1600/1_596368491l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwjVoaR_PgI/AAAAAAAACYY/dCyIxe9cP9c/s400/1_596368491l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406806242884533762" border="0" /></a>Hello hotness!!<br /><br />Okay in the last episode, SURPRISE SU-FREAKIN PRISE!<br /><br />Cliff hanger! Guess what?<br /><br />WE DON'T GET TO FIND OUT ANYTHING UNTIL<br /><br />JANUARY 21ST *cries* That's too long!!!!<br /><br /><br />Oh guess what I heard God will be portrayed by a woman.<br /><br />If that's true, won't it be wierd for Castiel to call him Father? Will he come in the form of Sam and Dean's Mom? With Eric Kripke anything could happen!<br /><br />JANUARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY!!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kluang.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/misha-collins-castiel-supernatural-2455195-450-306.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 306px;" src="http://kluang.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/misha-collins-castiel-supernatural-2455195-450-306.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Hello there Castiel! I mean Misha! Please please Eric Kripke, do a spin-off with Castiel Pretty please?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Why does Supernatural have to end?</span><br /><br />Oh yeah, Death Cab for Cutie, everything, everything ends..STFU<br /><br />The only thing that doesn't seem to end is the fangirls' screaming at Rob!<br /><br />Sorry DCfC You wrong!! THAT doesn't end...<br /><br />Here we are sitting and getting cozy about an hour and a half until our show started....<br />This dude was like, you guys are dedicated, I said no dude! I'm competitive! I want to be the first one in a seat!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwjZlaZ1OkI/AAAAAAAACYg/2UkTblujEkY/s1600/IMG_0017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwjZlaZ1OkI/AAAAAAAACYg/2UkTblujEkY/s400/IMG_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406810589424335426" border="0" /></a>Here we are before our run to the snack bar!<br /><br />I'm on the far left, then Stephanie, Kellebelle, Lui!<br /><br />I have newly blonde hair I'm not used to yet thanks to my amazing friend Rachel!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwjajprRqkI/AAAAAAAACYo/LyXQwO_OdqA/s1600/IMG_0019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwjajprRqkI/AAAAAAAACYo/LyXQwO_OdqA/s400/IMG_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406811658675923522" border="0" /></a>That's me on the Left and Steph on the right! Right before New Moon rocked my world<br /><br />I came home and tweeted Two words: <span style="font-weight: bold;">New Moon = Bad Ass!</span><br />It was retweeted several times....DUH! It shoulda been!<br /><br />I want to give a shout out to all those I follow on Twitter for not ruining the movie for all of us when you got to go at midnight *bows in reverance* Thank you!<br /><br /><br />Okay, lately it has come to my attention that a strange phenomenon is going on with the people I choose as my BFF's<br /><br />EXAMPLE THE FIRST:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/Swjb_3GTw3I/AAAAAAAACYw/vVuqZ0Usk3M/s1600/IMG_0028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/Swjb_3GTw3I/AAAAAAAACYw/vVuqZ0Usk3M/s400/IMG_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406813242826933106" border="0" /></a>Rachel! She has long dark hair and is barely over 5 feet tall, funny as hell and an amazing friend.<br /><br />EXAMPLE THE SECOND<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwjcY7kB-bI/AAAAAAAACY4/tRlNNJi5kyg/s1600/IMG_0017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwjcY7kB-bI/AAAAAAAACY4/tRlNNJi5kyg/s400/IMG_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406813673522067890" border="0" /></a>Nori, she has long dark hair and is barely five feet tall, funny as hell and an amazing friend.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/Swjc3q2HmJI/AAAAAAAACZA/Tus2QvVzZsQ/s1600/julierachelnori.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/Swjc3q2HmJI/AAAAAAAACZA/Tus2QvVzZsQ/s400/julierachelnori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406814201610475666" border="0" /></a>HMM...SIMILAR LOOKING GIRLS, THOSE TWO!<br /><br />EXAMPLE THE THIRD:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwjdTOWZeaI/AAAAAAAACZI/tznLjAum4vY/s1600/Kelley+at+Melting+Pot.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwjdTOWZeaI/AAAAAAAACZI/tznLjAum4vY/s400/Kelley+at+Melting+Pot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406814674997574050" border="0" /></a>Kelley, she has longish dark hair is about 5 foot 3 and is an amazing friend.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dear Kelley: </span>I'm sorry about this picture it was the only one I could find of you alone!<br /><br />Do we see a trend here people? Apparently I have a "type" when it comes to friends!<br /><br />I've made so many friends on Twitter! I am addicted because I feel loved!<br /><br />Thank you to the following, if you don't get named it's not cause I don't love you it's because I have swiss cheese for a memory!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">@Mychemicalmuse</span>- girl I have no idea where the capital letters go in it!<br />Here is a picture just for her because she has been so awesome<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/Swjep5l7-_I/AAAAAAAACZQ/Y5icd9XdYkc/s1600/Johnny+Depp+Vanity+Fair+June+2009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/Swjep5l7-_I/AAAAAAAACZQ/Y5icd9XdYkc/s400/Johnny+Depp+Vanity+Fair+June+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406816164074224626" border="0" /></a>There you go girl! Our love of Johnny Depp unites us *hugs*<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">@Twilighter19</span><br />Here is a picture for you darling! I'll see you in January!<br />LOVE YOU GIRL!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwjfadIjl6I/AAAAAAAACZY/DxFfMFtbXQM/s1600/charlie%2Bbewley.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwjfadIjl6I/AAAAAAAACZY/DxFfMFtbXQM/s400/charlie%2Bbewley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406816998248388514" border="0" /></a>Team Charlie! I'm so on that team! He was NOT in New Moon long enough<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">@Twisuz</span><br />This one's for you!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://robertpattinsonwho.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/rob-pattinson-goblet-of-fire.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 574px;" src="http://robertpattinsonwho.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/rob-pattinson-goblet-of-fire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Love ya girl! You are the bombdotcom<br />Here's the pics of us from when we met up last time I went to visit Nori (above) in Georgia!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwjgUqFs8-I/AAAAAAAACZg/7MHFTMBf_38/s1600/IMG_0020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/SwjgUqFs8-I/AAAAAAAACZg/7MHFTMBf_38/s400/IMG_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406817998158492642" border="0" /></a>Me and Suz in the toy aisle! How appropriate! I am just a big kid at heart...oh god!! I look horrible in this picture. I had a 4 and a half hour drive ahead, looking cute was not high on my list of priorities!<br /><br /><br /><br />I love you ladies!! I want to thank Twisisterhood, who MIGHT, just MIGHT, feature my blog! I would be so honored...I do a little jig when I get a comment or follower, so<br />EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPP!!<br /><br />Thanks everyone who has been so good to me over the past few months!<br /><br />I love anyone who reads this blog<br /><br />Julz, Queen of Random, I am the best at rambling ever!<br /><br />Love,<br />Julz!!<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942679092349627134.post-92023943077315600432009-11-11T19:01:00.004-06:002009-11-12T17:39:32.801-06:00STILL WAITING!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I made a prediction recently</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As I looked at the New Moon countdown clock, I said to the kellebelle that the last few days before it came out would be hard as hell! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">WELL I MUST BE FREAKING PSYCHIC! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is torture!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sunday night I dreamt the movie came out this Friday, as in two days from now and I was so happy I coulda danced a jig in my dream!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">THEN I WOKE UP!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SEEMS THAT EVERYDAY IT'S NOT HERE IS WORSE THAN THE OTHERS! This is torture!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 448px;" src="http://cfrn.net/gotpain/gp3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />In other news, Rob and Kstew were holding hands in London and Paris...<br /><br />That's awesome...this means they are getting married! NOT!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20090421/293.stewart.pattinson.042109.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 398px;" src="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20090421/293.stewart.pattinson.042109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>OKAY I realize not the right pics but I couldn't find the other ones and I like RPattz in a suit *swoon*<br /><br />You know who's life I want?<br />1.) Kstew's<br />2.)Blake Lively, that girl is gorgeous and seems so nice and down to Earth and not to mention she has a BAD ASS wardrobe<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2008/galleries/022108_lively_400x400.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2008/galleries/022108_lively_400x400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The girl takes her look straight from the runway for crying out loud! Awesome!<br /><br />And she dates Penn Badgley...nough said!<br /><br />So more of my obssessions...<br />Seems that one of my favorite men..and he's in the top 5 is getting married...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_anMM7FTomQM/SuJa_dl_MuI/AAAAAAAAJCg/fbvHIfcrK0M/s400/Jensen-Ackles-and-Daneel-Harris-jensen-ackles-6826211-351-400.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_anMM7FTomQM/SuJa_dl_MuI/AAAAAAAAJCg/fbvHIfcrK0M/s400/Jensen-Ackles-and-Daneel-Harris-jensen-ackles-6826211-351-400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>As Dean would say: SONOFABITCH!!<br /><br />All the good ones are taken! Damnit world where is my very own Jensen?<br /><br />ooohhhh! I have an idea! Can we Clone him? We have the technology!<br /><br />I call first clone!!<br /><br />Dear Daneel Harris: I hate you! Not really but my jealousy is so bad it has turned into outright hatred and why the hell are you back on One Tree Hill and why are you dating Dan the Sleazer Geezer? WTF?<br /><br />It has been suggested that we use this man to play a role of a vampire in Breaking Dawn<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/Svtlog9BTCI/AAAAAAAACYA/3KdWbg3v1bk/s1600-h/Tom-Welling-sm01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmdIZf1GO54/Svtlog9BTCI/AAAAAAAACYA/3KdWbg3v1bk/s400/Tom-Welling-sm01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403023924676086818" border="0" /></a>Hello, Hawtness...Tom Welling you are my superman!<br /><br />Put this man in Breaking Dawn and then I will have to bring a bucket for all the drool from TLau, RPattz, and TWell, and CharBew...Holy crap that's a lot of hot ass men!!!<br /><br /><br />I LOVE IT!<br /><br /><br />Dear World: You say I'm too cynical about love, well here is why:<br /><br />This sleaze bag who is really good looking, but that's besides the point<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bittenandbound.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/old-josh-duhamel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 357px;" src="http://bittenandbound.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/old-josh-duhamel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Josh Dillhole Duhamel<br /><br />CHEATED ON HIS WIFE<br /><br />Gorgeous sweet pop star<br />The oh so Glamorous<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mypetjawa.mu.nu/archives/fergie.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://mypetjawa.mu.nu/archives/fergie.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>Fergie of solo stardom and The Black Eyed Peas!<br /><br />If she can't hold on to a man, then what chance do us common folk have???<br /><br />Not only did he cheat on her...He did it with a STRIPPER!!!<br /><br />I will never date a movie star, unless it's Kellan Lutz, then I will make an exception!<br /><br />Speaking of which, I'm pretty sure<br />That this girl is my idol<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.twilightitalia.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/anna6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 392px;" src="http://www.twilightitalia.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/anna6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Despite rumors to the contrary, she and Kellan Lutz are STILL dating and have been this whole time. They just give off the appearance that they are single so it doesn't hurt their fan base. GENIUS! TAKE IT FROM THIS GIRL WITH A DEGREE IN PR<br /><br />If you are a star that appeals to teenage girls, don't openly date someone in public. I don't care who you are...You get together with someone and the fantasies said girls have about you will fade...Genius PR move Kellan and Anna Lynne<br /><br />So, there you have it folks...a very UNINTERESTING BLOG I'm so uninspired.<br /><br />One last thing...<br /><br />This guy<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/news/081229/taylor_lautner240.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/news/081229/taylor_lautner240.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>1.) Is hot<br />2.) Is definitely 100 percent dating<br />This girl<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.arktimes.com/blogs/rockcandy/Image/Taylor_Swift.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 324px;" src="http://www.arktimes.com/blogs/rockcandy/Image/Taylor_Swift.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The other Taylor, Taylor Swift...I say more power to em...Just watch out Taylor L.<br />You break her heart you will get a song written about you!<br /><br />I'm going to watch the CMAs to see if TLau makes a surprise appearance!<br /><br />Okay, Boring post...sorry peeps<br /><br />Here's something pretty to look at:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6eLoXB5FKb8&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6eLoXB5FKb8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />I am seriously thinking about getting a Volvo! But only if Edward comes with it!<br /><br />Okay thus ends my ramblings...Randomness Queen still reigning Supreme<br /><br />Love, Julz<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5