tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79169247314690248912024-03-19T03:45:45.843-07:00Dream Land.Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-35160005963882091312009-06-22T00:51:00.000-07:002009-06-22T01:13:56.273-07:00Sleep, Go To SleepI promised myself that tonight I would get to bed at a reasonable time. Of course, compared to how I've been doing, a reasonable time might mean 3 in the morning. <div>Who knows. (Google knows.)</div><div><br /></div><div>10 thoughts I had today in chronological order:</div><div>1. Did my mom really just bring me fish wrapped in bacon?</div><div>2. Yes, she did.</div><div>3. El Rincon's bean and cheese burrito reminds me of Sunshine.</div><div>4. My aunt Monique resembles the stray cat she hangs out with on the front porch.</div><div>5. Its difficult to make Lauren Tucker a mix CD.</div><div>6. Life is less joyful when you run out of toothpaste. </div><div>7. Am I still funny?</div><div>8. Why can't I go on living life happily even without eyeliner?</div><div>9. When everything else seems a little shabby, a cool summer night in the valley stands tall and proud. </div><div>10. Can I kill that cockroach with this hairspray?</div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. that didn't work. </div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-47109916481176375052009-06-21T03:21:00.001-07:002009-06-21T03:32:11.497-07:00Who Wants Ambien?<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDIDtU97vGULp-QFbpUssB6vnQsbWgspbi1BrSv-0dq1aMHmFyZlazzC_FQFeaE6CgxjHO00Y133lFgCYYKZMEn8NAXaGrrjDqcZp93UrUjnSsw1uhM1clbPwUojWwzTxy4PRBC9nMMsg/s1600-h/mads.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDIDtU97vGULp-QFbpUssB6vnQsbWgspbi1BrSv-0dq1aMHmFyZlazzC_FQFeaE6CgxjHO00Y133lFgCYYKZMEn8NAXaGrrjDqcZp93UrUjnSsw1uhM1clbPwUojWwzTxy4PRBC9nMMsg/s320/mads.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349724797663021826" /></a>I can't sleep. I guess I'm on some sort of train of thought and I am nowhere near my destination, therefore, I cannot get off. So what do I do? Well, I get up, turn my lamp on and awaken my computer. Starting with signing on to the internet, I find my new favorite blog, get to the page I'm on, put some Bat For Lashes (pictured above) on my iTunes, and read where I left off. What will I do when I'm finished reading <a href="http://www.adrianmartinez.tumbler.com/">his blog</a>? Let's hope another blog finds its way to me so I can keep learning and pushing forward in my quest for finding interesting people out there in the world. I think knowing them even in this small way makes me cooler. A little bit?<div><br /></div><div>So, in reading my friend's blog, I stumbled upon this. God. Is. Amazing. </div><div>He titled it "This Is The First Day of My Life" and uploaded this picture:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:14px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-size: 16px; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxr8fMiVIYGc2-xcX8isQZ60M4OQf9n6MyBtvCVpcjRtBGvhkljDDO6AL_39aZU5elGp3uqudgWFyxKgzEURRyQX0jSjA2q18N8kxTw4j9g3eiRvhWgOwqn_3m2XyUjoJLT3GwXyYYGg/s320/rEFlr7aYWgbcd1a3WQsk5GNso1_r1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349726570648632786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">The Physiology of Human Development</span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>Conception:</b> Father’s sperm penetrates mother’s egg cell. Genetic instructions from both parents interact the being a new and uniqe individual who is no bigger than a grain of sugar.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>Day 1:</b> The first cell divides into two, the two into four, and so on.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>Day 5-9:</b> The new individual implants in the mother’s womb. The baby’s sex can already be determined.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>Day 14:</b> Mother’s normal menstrual period is suppressed by a hormone produced by her child.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>Day 18:</b> The heart is forming. Soon the eyes start to develop.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>Day 20:</b><b> </b>The beginnings of the brain, spinal cord, and nervous system are laid.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>Day 24:</b> The heart begins to beat.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>Day 28:</b> Muscles are developing along the future spine.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>Day 30:</b> The child in utero has grown 10,000 times to 6-7mm (1/4 inch) long. The brain has human proportions. Blood flows in the veins and is separate from the mother’s blood supply.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>Day 35:</b> The pituitary gland in the brain is forming. Mouth, ears and nose are taking shape.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>Day 40:</b> The heart’s energy output is 20 percent of the adult output.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>Day 42:</b> The skeleton is formed. The brain coordinates movement of the muscles and organs. Reflex responses have begun. The penis has begun to form in male infants. The mother misses her second period.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>Day 43 (1 1/2 months):</b> Brain waves can be recorded.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>Day 45:</b> Spontaneous movements have begun, and the teeth are developing.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>7 Weeks:</b> Lips are sensitive to touch, and the ears may already be taking the family shape.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>8 Weeks:</b> The child is well-proportioned, a small-scale baby: 3cm (1 1/8 inches) sitting up, and a gram (1/30 oz) in weight. Every organ is present. The heart beats sturdily; the stomach produces digestive juices; the liver makes blood cells; the kidneys begin to function; the taste buds are forming.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>8 1/2 Weeks:</b> Fingerprints are being engraved. They will grow larger, but they are unique and will never change. The eyelids and palms of the hands are sensitive to touch.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>9 Weeks:</b> The child will bend fingers around an object placed in the palm. Thumb-sucking begins. Fingernails are forming.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>10 Weeks:</b> The body is sensitive to touch. The child squints, swallows, furrows his or her brow, and frowns.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>11 Weeks:</b> The baby urinates and makes complex facial expressions, even smiling.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>12 Weeks:</b> The baby is capable of vigorous activity. He or she can kick, turn feet, curl and fan toes, make a fist, move thumbs, bend wrists, turn the head, open the mouth, and press the lips tightly together. Breathing has begun.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>13 Weeks (End of the First Trimester):</b> The baby is prettier, and the facial expression resembles the parents’. Movements are graceful, reflexes vigorous. The vocal cords are formed, although without air the baby cannot cry. The sex organs are apparent.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>4 Months:</b> The baby can grasp with his or her hands, swim, and turn somersaults.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>4-5 Months:</b> The mother first feels the baby move.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>5 Months:</b> Sleeping habits are noticeable. A slammed door will result in activity. The child responds to sounds in frequencies too high of low for adults to hear.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>6 Months (End of the Second Trimester):</b> Fine hair grows on the eyebrows and head. Eyelash fringe appears. The baby’s weight is about 640 g (1 lb, 6oz), and height is 23 cm (9 inches). Babies born at this age have survived.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>7 Months:</b> Eyeteeth are present. Eyelids open and close. Eyes look around. Hands grip strongly. The mother’s voice is heard and recognized.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>8 Months:</b> Weight increases by 1 kg (over 2 lbs), and the baby’s quarters get very cramped.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><b>9 Months:</b> The child triggers labor, and birth occurs, usually 255-275 days after conception. Of the 45 generations of cell divisions before adulthood, 41 have taken place. Four more will come during the rest of childhood and adolescence.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; ">From <a href="http://books.google.com/books?hl=en&id=oN0MGYKmDhcC&dq=ethics+for+a+brave+new+world&printsec=frontcover&source=web&ots=WBJBgluQbG&sig=hQpNAO1o6bmqg_il6BbU5FRkitA&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=2&ct=result#PPP1,M1" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: underline; "><i>Ethics for a Brave New World</i> by Feinberg & Feinberg</a></p></span></div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-27615493731993493762009-06-20T03:50:00.001-07:002009-06-20T04:06:59.243-07:00The Near Future.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIpEZPDT4PyFMPcufCIKXZOoE7NT-IgBygyV5ilXMeAIXULYZkA67RtrgESNs-NpngjSgcUf6uPHLRa9QtGvLsUcnaunVGoYHCBHyKwHDYPbMQ530y6BCUSoh1a25J-JZv7oZl4LiiqbU/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIpEZPDT4PyFMPcufCIKXZOoE7NT-IgBygyV5ilXMeAIXULYZkA67RtrgESNs-NpngjSgcUf6uPHLRa9QtGvLsUcnaunVGoYHCBHyKwHDYPbMQ530y6BCUSoh1a25J-JZv7oZl4LiiqbU/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349360689326999890" /></a>This is the first all-nighter of many this summer. Why I haven't been able to successfully make myself stay up all night yet in the month and some odd that I've been home is beyond me. (beyond everything.) <div>My ears are ringing with the sounds of everything sparkly, heavy, and melodic. Seriously, I think the combination of Adrian Martinez (well, by help of his blog) and 4AM is the secret to finding the best tunes in this world or the next and one after. I am in a jam band daze. And I've noticed that I'm slowly moving away from slower, more harmonized music like Fleet Foxes and Andrew Bird and turning towards the loud and delightful, feet-stomping music like The Asteroids Galaxy Tour, the Plasticines, the Sounds, and Razorlight. These and many more are just blowing my mind right now. Consider your(future)self educated about these and more; a playlist is coming soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here I am, Brooklyn Wagner, and I've come to do what I do. Make a list.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Things I am going to do in the near future."</div><div>1. Get second piercings in my ears.</div><div>2. Have a mother F&$*%7#@ tea party!</div><div>3. Not curse.</div><div>4. Learn how to make my grandmother's lasagna.</div><div>5. See the movie Harold and Maude. </div><div>6. Take my driver's test</div><div>7. See Away We Go <3</div><div>8. Buy me a pair of Skullcandy headphones. </div><div>9. Get some fabric (sewing adventures!)</div><div>10. Go to salvation mountain with courtney and WHOEVER else wants to come.</div><div>11. And, of course, pay a visit to Pondo. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm gonna work hard to make all these (and more) happen. Check ya's later, sugar tits. </div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-14600896069739963222009-06-20T03:40:00.000-07:002009-06-20T03:44:13.549-07:00It Makes Me Want To Dance<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:10px;"><object width="510" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B2t8uieb4CM&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B2t8uieb4CM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="510" height="300"></embed></object></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;">You'll see.</span></span></div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-83577624876898602602009-06-08T02:45:00.000-07:002009-06-08T02:52:35.658-07:00Guffaws and Winnie the Pooh laughs.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Owh5RnsFtaLphIBOPb8bzC_8r4s2y3qnYtnWiGyXVgVbm3cnn0GbaSTwOUJgRJwdSJciv3mg_IdPPyQLxYYfrcOrcaKzsmgApC5zeDcwBJkto93JjPg9lEm2p6hdxvT-ksKqWJxZKPk/s1600-h/Photo+194.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Owh5RnsFtaLphIBOPb8bzC_8r4s2y3qnYtnWiGyXVgVbm3cnn0GbaSTwOUJgRJwdSJciv3mg_IdPPyQLxYYfrcOrcaKzsmgApC5zeDcwBJkto93JjPg9lEm2p6hdxvT-ksKqWJxZKPk/s320/Photo+194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344892096777249858" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><i>(A very early morning conversation between Adam and I only a few minutes ago.)</i> </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic">lightsandtrees: OMG I JUST ABOUT HAD A HEARTATTACK RIGHT NOW</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Bodoni SvtyTwo OS ITC TT">adamp1989: O_O_O</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic">lightsandtrees: AND THAT IS TWO WORDS. HEART ATTACK.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Bodoni SvtyTwo OS ITC TT">adamp1989: dont die</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Bodoni SvtyTwo OS ITC TT">adamp1989: hahahahah</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic">lightsandtrees: haha okay well apparently.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic">the lights. in the bathroom. have been changed.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic">lightsandtrees: hahaha</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Bodoni SvtyTwo OS ITC TT">adamp1989: ???</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Bodoni SvtyTwo OS ITC TT">adamp1989: is that....code?</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Bodoni SvtyTwo OS ITC TT">adamp1989: the rug in the bedroom has been beaten clean?</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Bodoni SvtyTwo OS ITC TT"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Bodoni SvtyTwo OS ITC TT">And yes, that is me above. Actually lol-ing from this.</p>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-88380548067559809932009-06-08T01:02:00.000-07:002009-06-08T02:57:04.151-07:00An abundance of things!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0j8CJtOqnvjwbrv93X-hejlRWAkKRvOK5_m0GknYjzQ0WJ71CwxrixNzGfQ_KPG3FCaKtQw0A32AhvwBxlLEiRY_J1qYlFTJ94c9c4E0NjWgHVFSusNAizLHlQIrMMXMjxKrBboINFRE/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0j8CJtOqnvjwbrv93X-hejlRWAkKRvOK5_m0GknYjzQ0WJ71CwxrixNzGfQ_KPG3FCaKtQw0A32AhvwBxlLEiRY_J1qYlFTJ94c9c4E0NjWgHVFSusNAizLHlQIrMMXMjxKrBboINFRE/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344866628477212994" /></a>(found this one today at <a href="http://www.whatgoogleknows.com/">whatgoogleknows.com</a>. Go if you know what's good for you. <i>Google does</i>.)<br /><div><br />Okay, so seriously there is so much I could blog about right now. <div><br /></div><div>I could list those things. But then. Well. I don't want to because it would ruin the surprise! Because I know all of you open my page and are like OH LORD WHAT! STOP THE GRAVY TRAIN, THIS SURPRISE WAS A DOOZY.</div><div><br /></div><div>Is what you think. And feel. (I have the song "Electric Feel" by MGMT stuck in my head.)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A little fyi about me, I am a list maker. If you didn't know that already. Also, I am very similar to mitchell davis. MMITCHELLDAVISS. If you didn't know that already, too. </div><div><br /></div><div>This will be one of those blogs where I say nothing in particular about anything, and therein lies the true essence of my thought process. Oh, what do they call it? Well, it's some really smart term. My friend Adam calls it "Verbal Diarrhea" however, I would not say that's what I do exactly. It's a stream of consciousness out loud. It's whats going on inside my head, thought after thought, in order, just eloquently phrased. I think it, I say it. I'm skilled and hardly even sound like a fool anymore. (not.) Its what I do best. (ha.)</div><div>(I <i>tried</i> googling it, okay.)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm probably going to stay up all night. Again. I do this a lot. But when it has nothing to do with Finalz WeEk, then I'm okay. (I still hate you finals week. But we'll see how things turn out in the fall when I kick your ass-looking face and I shake all your babies.) </div><div><br /></div><div>(I'm not violent.)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-64203256637441020302009-06-06T16:21:00.000-07:002009-06-06T16:26:28.073-07:00I'm a professional, I think.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH2o8TtoG8CyX3LZDuaTmnQTuWZOXwXhi82ZAK2JP4MA79yzbNVJ3gscZIT0VfBN_nbYcB9ENeeE3Qi6Ks0wqwrP-gaorIrj1Rp0Rz0rcCW4WO2rIsGnSjW7nSnhjz1Aw5pUDAq0rUQsk/s1600-h/IMG_0003.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH2o8TtoG8CyX3LZDuaTmnQTuWZOXwXhi82ZAK2JP4MA79yzbNVJ3gscZIT0VfBN_nbYcB9ENeeE3Qi6Ks0wqwrP-gaorIrj1Rp0Rz0rcCW4WO2rIsGnSjW7nSnhjz1Aw5pUDAq0rUQsk/s400/IMG_0003.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344359676468031842" /></a>And this was a while ago, too. I'm at 548 now...<div><br /></div><div>See, Carynn. PROOOOFZ.</div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-44920818338549250002009-06-05T14:47:00.001-07:002009-06-05T14:50:05.641-07:00Nearly Ideal.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvlGo8riB-IfBOLJG9JTPD1vituPYEHVhOXp5EWm8zy8nTJq91LEm4SvYY981CUiEoUBO6O7aP0Lv-30v2aM12f_OSNUGs6u_NegfYxt-_tJF1G85bSuK6NoF8YmyPDjyGw9qiF6zRQE8/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvlGo8riB-IfBOLJG9JTPD1vituPYEHVhOXp5EWm8zy8nTJq91LEm4SvYY981CUiEoUBO6O7aP0Lv-30v2aM12f_OSNUGs6u_NegfYxt-_tJF1G85bSuK6NoF8YmyPDjyGw9qiF6zRQE8/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343963567229249762" /></a>I stole this idea from my friend Rachel. And while I only did a guesstimate to where my ears actually are, I'm pretty sure I got it close to right. <div><br /></div><div>My facial beauty is a 9.34. Apparently, I'm close to the idea of what a woman's face should be like. Riiiiight.</div><div><br /></div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-67078986586401003732009-06-04T16:24:00.000-07:002009-06-04T22:06:48.938-07:00All the things that make you melt.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4mgMueJtOVaQa62Tl9wKm3Z7WckenNb8D3LoVz-RK2X71IiqllNY5DqyEj8DvbsiIfsPV2NHI8EO40JhyphenhyphenR_gCKwCopx1vFiaAAlRW3u9-qeTw_44qnYH2lhrLGftFdbGFSAV7Qq0Hbc/s1600-h/l_4e610bbaf58c4782a24958dc407f55ce.jpg.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4mgMueJtOVaQa62Tl9wKm3Z7WckenNb8D3LoVz-RK2X71IiqllNY5DqyEj8DvbsiIfsPV2NHI8EO40JhyphenhyphenR_gCKwCopx1vFiaAAlRW3u9-qeTw_44qnYH2lhrLGftFdbGFSAV7Qq0Hbc/s320/l_4e610bbaf58c4782a24958dc407f55ce.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343622625808451490" /></a><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>(Instax photos taken by Jennie May Lawson, from Jennie and Mark photography. Find more here! </i><a href="http://www.myspace.com/jennieandmarkphotography"><i>http://www.myspace.com/jennieandmarkphotography</i></a><i>)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Today feels like a new day. I'm not entirely sure why. This may be due to the fact that I did not sleep a wink last night as I finished editing a 30 minute video for a couple of my friends for their economics class in high school. It took nearly three hours to process. And 15 minutes to burn. -_- Anything to help them graduate. (Sidenote: iMovie, you are a huge B word. HUGE.) Or maybe its because I had a rather large mug of coffee as soon as I woke up from the whole attempt at "catching up on sleep" thing this afternoon. However, as my best friend so wisely says, "There's no such thing as catching up on sleep." Really, there isn't. But there is sleep. Just at a different time. Or for a longer amount of time. Which I definitely accomplished, I think. Maybe the new day feeling is due to those two ibuprofen's my grandmother so graciously offered me today along with the coffee. I do know that this feeling is not because of the atrocious meal of hot cheeto's that I had last night. But I do know that for feeling like a new day, it's rather late in the day to even be saying this. Maybe tomorrow can be a new day, too. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Also, I'm thinking about breaking the house phone. I don't know who you are person calling from the ACLU and whoever it is trying to sell us insurance. Stop calling. We don't like you.</span></div></i>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-16849268208990270762009-06-01T02:22:00.000-07:002009-06-01T03:26:21.799-07:00If I Could Say The F Word.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I totally would right now. Well, I mean I CAN say it, but I shouldn't. <div>Why does such a fun word that seems to just roll off the tongue and express the emotion so clearly, have to be so bad. </div><div><br /></div><div>Don't worry. I know. I won't say it. It's bad.</div><div>BUT THIS ISN'T OMGZ LOLZ!</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfA2ibtsq1ojgCzZaO0X6bZDyNjlh9J_bhZFzmgQ8KrhhYoarPEvqaW5UKLxKzqfeSQe3V3GCCNT-quro1SmKqitA2lxDIIKHKvxjcL469y12N9vd3wAvrqR91cxxJw4XdwMWCGHhTdbk/s320/Ab6nophAMm5h0jw8nLcAkRl3o1_400.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342287758979721538" /></div><div>PEOPLE, SERUSLEE. WE HAVE A POSSIBLE POTUS 111 ON OUR HANDS. (Quote: Eagle Eye. See it, B*&$^.)</div><div>This picture made my night. Perhaps even my tomorrow. I found it whiles reading through the archives of the ever spirited Katy Perry. Go! Read! <a href="http://katyperryblog.tumblr.com/">Here!</a></div><div>I never really thought I'd ever be a fan of Kitty. Not ever. But, I kind of like how she thinks. I feel like we'd have really good conversations. Also, I wish I was brave enough to have the style that she decides to have. Its insane and silly and incredible. That's what I think anyway.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight, I downloaded some music. Its new, its good, go get it. </div><div>- The Asteroids Galaxy Tour and their EP "Around The Bend" (I actually heard about this from Katy Perry's blogstylings.)</div><div>- "Nighty Night (Strings Mix)" by Jenny Owen Youngs (Get "Led To The Sea" while you're at it.)</div><div>- "Turn to Stone" by Ingrid Michaelson (This is actually from the season finale of Grey's Anatomy. Which just so happens to be the only episode I saw. Thank you murrbee.)</div><div>- "1234 (Van She Remix)" by Feist (I know this song is rather old, but you have to admit, a good remix can spice any ol' song up. Especially a Feist song.)</div><div>- "While We Go Dancing" by White Rabbits (yeah, you'll wish you were somewhere dancing to this.)</div><div>- "Come As You Were" by The Bird and the Bee</div><div>- "Toy Baby Grand" by Boy In Static</div><div>- "Harold T. Wilkins" by Fanfarlo (I like this name. I must meet someone named this.)</div><div>- "I Lust U" by Neon Neon (This is so. Just. Neon.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, you have your orders. Now go, dudes and gentleladies.</div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-79978682566106086192009-05-30T01:30:00.000-07:002009-05-30T01:31:16.897-07:00Facebook Chat.A conversation between the bestie and I.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; "><h5 class="other" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1033290024" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">Marybeth</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">okay im back</p><p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">i got like everything! <img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" alt=":D" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; width: 16px; height: 16px; margin-bottom: -5px; background-image: url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/sprite/MegaSprite_5004_ltr.gif?8:162023); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: -638px -84px; " /></p><h5 class="self" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_self" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:10am</span>Brooklyn</h5><p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">wow.</p><p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">hahah</p><p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">everything!</p><p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">even a puppie.</p><h5 class="other" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_other" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:16am</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1033290024" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">Marybeth</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">i got 7 puppies</p><h5 class="self" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_self" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:16am</span>Brooklyn</h5><div id="pending_1033290024_3608950447" class="pic_padding"></div><p id="msg_1033290024_3608950447" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">gimme one</p><h5 class="other" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_other" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:17am</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1033290024" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">Marybeth</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">no</p><h5 class="self" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_self" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:17am</span>Brooklyn</h5><div id="pending_1033290024_2081237079" class="pic_padding"></div><p id="msg_1033290024_2081237079" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">can i have one?</p><h5 class="other" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_other" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:17am</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1033290024" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">Marybeth</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">no</p><h5 class="self" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_self" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:17am</span>Brooklyn</h5><div id="pending_1033290024_3141712218" class="pic_padding"></div><p id="msg_1033290024_3141712218" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">i'll give you a doll</p><h5 class="other" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_other" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:18am</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1033290024" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">Marybeth</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">thats not a fair trade</p><h5 class="self" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_self" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:19am</span>Brooklyn</h5><div id="pending_1033290024_1420032991" class="pic_padding"></div><p id="msg_1033290024_1420032991" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">its lifesize</p><h5 class="other" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_other" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:19am</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1033290024" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">Marybeth</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">i don't think so..</p><h5 class="self" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_self" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:19am</span>Brooklyn</h5><div id="pending_1033290024_1925290474" class="pic_padding"></div><p id="msg_1033290024_1925290474" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">i know so.</p><h5 class="other" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_other" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:20am</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1033290024" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">Marybeth</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">we;ll see about that</p><h5 class="self" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_self" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:22am</span>Brooklyn</h5><div id="pending_1033290024_839846656" class="pic_padding"></div><p id="msg_1033290024_839846656" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">can i have one?</p><h5 class="other" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_other" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:23am</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1033290024" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">Marybeth</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">ummm</p><p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">it depends</p><h5 class="self" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_self" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:23am</span>Brooklyn</h5><div id="pending_1033290024_4210976307" class="pic_padding"></div><p id="msg_1033290024_4210976307" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">on what, please tellem me!</p><h5 class="other" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_other" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:24am</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1033290024" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">Marybeth</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">if any of them like you</p><h5 class="self" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_self" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:24am</span>Brooklyn</h5><div id="pending_1033290024_1534630492" class="pic_padding"></div><p id="msg_1033290024_1534630492" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">how do we tell?</p><h5 class="other" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_other" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:25am</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1033290024" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">Marybeth</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">i really wish we were talking about real puppies hahahah</p><h5 class="self" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_self" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:25am</span>Brooklyn</h5><div id="pending_1033290024_1900939275" class="pic_padding"></div><p id="msg_1033290024_1900939275" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">me too. i also wish you'd freaking get on second life once in a while and tell me when you do so i can give you hairs.</p><h5 class="other" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_other" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:25am</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1033290024" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">Marybeth</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">hahah okay</p><h5 class="self" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_self" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:26am</span>Brooklyn</h5><div id="pending_1033290024_2092708940" class="pic_padding"></div><p id="msg_1033290024_2092708940" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">and i wish pimples werent real.</p><h5 class="other" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><span class="time_stamp ts_other" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); float: right; font-size: 9px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; ">1:26am</span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1033290024" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">Marybeth</a></h5><p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; ">me too!</p></span></div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-44066309439392003512009-05-29T14:45:00.001-07:002009-05-29T15:13:06.662-07:00Sincerest ApologiesNot gonna lie.<div><br /></div><div>I forgot all about you. About "blogging" and blogspot. About the fact that I actually had somewhere to release all my thoughts out there into the interwebz kingdom, any fleeting thought my heart could muster. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm so glad today of all days, I remembered you. I thank Real Simple magazine for that.</div><div>I won't explain why. Just know that I attribute much of my success and happiness to that 100+ paged wonder.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, when I was younger and used to journal a lot, I would sometimes forget about my journals for a week or so (yes, this is a long running habit), I would come back to them, purple gel pen in hand, and make a "Quick Summary Type Thing!" I'm not entirely sure I even knew what summary meant back then, but I needed something to help me get all my thoughts out in a short amount of time. Otherwise, who knows, my brain might have exploded. At least I felt like it. And because this is a part of me, of my past, I refuse to correct the name of the tool I used to, really, keep my self from going nuts. (Even though I really just recording my thoughts for <i>myself.</i>)</div><div><br /></div><div>So, for old time's sake, here is yet another Quick Summary Type Thing!</div><div><br /></div><div>I graduated. Wait, no. I didn't. I left school. Steffanie graduated. With her Masters degree in Counseling Ministries. Her parents were there. I really missed them. I'm a regular student again. No academic probation. I have really hard classes next semester. Ask me, I'll name them. 18 Units, I've never had that many at once. I packed up my things and moved out of the apartment. I went on choir tour. Arizona sucks. Prescott doesn't. But the rest of it does. Weird things happened over tour. It was hot. Very hot. Lake Havasu was actually Lake Hava-heat-stroke. I blame the weird things on the heat. And our bus driver, Chuck. We drove over the London Bridge. I saw where Brad cheated on Jennifer. Angela said it was the highlight of her life. Star laughed. Las Vegas was incredibly dirty. I saw boobs. And Cher. But not Cher's boobs. The Bellagio water show thing was amazing. I saw the worlds largest chocolate waterfall. I thought I was about to meet Willy Wonka. I saw baby ducks. Liz got shingles. She didn't sing for most of tour. Another girl had a breakdown. Another had a tear in her intestines. I got to stay with her in a mobile home that smelled like a litter box, old people, and cigarette smoke. Cigarette means little cigar. I febrezed the entire house, everything that was fabric got ten douses. And I even sprayed the television. It looked smelly. My favorite host home was with a jewish lady originally from New York who said the worst mistake of her life was moving to Las Vegas. She loved me. I mean, really. I think I'm in her will now. I think I'm in all my host families' wills now. I just had a good time with them. I never want to ride in a bus again. However, I don't think that is avoidable for some reason. I'm home now. My aunt and Uncle moved into our house. I would attempt to summarize that, but it might involve me getting incredibly angry at the fact that they are horrible people that take advantage of my grandparents which makes me want to get all Wrath of GOD on their asses. Pardon my french. Or english. Anyway. I'm re-decorating my room. I'm not entirely set on the colors, I keep going back and forth between two combinations. Wish me luck. I talked to Nora today for the first time in months. My mom flew to Pittsburgh to be with an ex-boyfriend. My friends Courtney and Alisha's mom is not doing well in her final battle with cancer. Courtney Stewart is graduating from high school soon. Courtney Watson is in Russia. I miss her and Steffanie terribly. They're moving soon. I miss my friends from school. I need to dye my hair. Marybeth leaves for Pondo on Tuesday. I'm sad that Mo didn't call me back in time. I'm sad she sucks at her job. I don't mean that. I'm probably starting some summer school classes soon. I just had some really good coffee. </div><div><br /></div><div>And now I need to take a shower.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, that basically brings you up to date on things. I may very well expound on some of these things very very soon. Maybe I will post a link to some Choir Tour pictures so you can see all these things and people I'm talking about.</div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-4808022699702861872009-04-22T00:58:00.001-07:002009-04-22T01:24:13.550-07:00And While I'm At It.So over the past year or so, I've been accumulating a number of things in my fave's folder. A list in particular of things I want to buy. I went through this list of sites, got rid of a bunch of things, and added a few.<div><br /></div><div>So I decided to come here and post some of the things that I want. If I had the money...</div><div>Well, I'd give it away. I don't deserve these things. This is my materialistic fleshy worldly part of me talking. I gotta let it talk sometimes.. or it just might act.</div><div><br /></div><div>1. This <a href="http://store.americanapparel.net/rsastf454w.html#i">sweater</a> is incredibly comfortable. I have one in brown already. :O</div><div>2. I LOVE Sunglasses. <a href="http://store.americanapparel.net/fontana.html#i">These</a> in "wine" please.</div><div>3. I know, it's <a href="http://lollialife.com/product.asp?p=77">hand cream</a>. Seriously, folks. You don't know until you try. </div><div>4. Because I like <a href="http://dana.reticular.info/shirts/bunnies.html">bunnies</a>. And this just. Appeals to me for some reason. Also, roll over the image for a real happy guy.</div><div>5. I've been trying since summer of '07 to get me one of <a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/677/Facial_Hair_Club_For_Men?=">these shirts</a> from Threadless.</div><div>6. Multiple people have shown me <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop_sold.php?user_id=6329980">these</a> saying that they remind them of me. How could they not.</div><div>7. Maybe not <a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/Vintage-SCHWINN-SUBURBAN-5-SPEED-BICYCLE-woman-cruiser_W0QQitemZ330322956696QQcmdZViewItemQQptZLH_DefaultDomain_0?hash=item330322956696&_trksid=p3286.c0.m14&_trkparms=72%3A1205%7C66%3A2%7C65%3A12%7C39%3A1%7C240%3A1318%7C301%3A0%7C293%3A1%7C294%3A50">this one</a> exactly, but something like it.</div><div>8. Mostly because the scroll ball on the <a href="http://www.apple.com/mightymouse/">mouse</a> I have stopped working.</div><div>9. Eff <a href="http://store.apple.com/us/product/MB167LL/A">wires</a> and cords.</div><div>10. This <a href="http://www.apple.com/macbookpro/">dream</a> I will make a reality, no matter how long it takes.</div><div>11. This <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Canon-TS-E-24mm-Shift-Cameras/dp/B00009XVCD/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=electronics&qid=1240385735&sr=8-1">dream</a>... well. We'll see.</div><div>12. I want<a href="http://www.fredflare.com/customer/product.php?productid=65&cat=103"> this</a>, its genius. But I'd have to buy like ten of them. -_-</div><div>13. <a href="http://www.fredflare.com/customer/product.php?productid=4807&cat=103">This is awesome</a> because I don't really like more cake than a cupcake's size at one time. And its perdy.</div><div>14. Why don't I own<a href="http://www.fredflare.com/customer/product.php?productid=2024&cat=252#"> this</a>??</div><div>15. Like I said.. love <a href="http://www.fredflare.com/customer/product.php?productid=3404&cat=252">sunglasses</a>.</div><div>16. FINALLY. <a href="http://www.fredflare.com/customer/product.php?productid=3430&cat=254">One</a> that doesn't look all shiny, silver, and azn. I need vintage, I need vintage. </div><div>17. <a href="http://www.usa.canon.com/consumer/controller?act=ModelInfoAct&fcategoryid=139&modelid=15710">This. Is. Beautiful.</a> If they use cameras in heaven, they use these. </div><div>18. Haven't really been into scarves lately, but <a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&_dynSessConf=6884075741663825260&id=943331&parentid=ACC_COLD_WEATHER&pushId=ACC_COLD_WEATHER&prepushId=ACC_COLD_WEATHER&popId=ACCESSORIES&sortProperties=&navCount=1&navAction=&fromCategoryPage=true&selectedProductSize=&selectedProductSize1=&color=056&colorName=VIOLET">this one</a> can bring me back. :D</div><div>19. Planning ahead, really. <a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&_dynSessConf=6884075741663825260&id=863050&parentid=FURNITURE_UPHOLSTERY&pushId=FURNITURE_UPHOLSTERY&popId=FURNITURE_UPHOLSTERY&sortProperties=&navCount=19&navAction=poppush&fromCategoryPage=true&selectedProductSize=&selectedProductSize1=&color=twm">This</a> looks marvelous.</div><div>20. Wow. Can you say <a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=16524530&navAction=jump&isProduct=true&parentid=MORE%20IDEAS&isProduct=true&cross-sell=true&guide-bn=true">Eddie Scissorhands</a>?</div><div>21. I'll need that above for <a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?itemdescription=true&itemCount=60&startValue=1&selectedProductColor=&sortby=&id=16171753&parentid=A_COLL_SEWING&sortProperties=&navCount=99&navAction=poppushpush&color=&pushId=A_COLL_SEWING&popId=APARTMENT_WHATSNEW&prepushId=">THIS</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A girl can dream.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's all for now, I could probably go on forever. Internet shopping and I are past lovers. </div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-89586642476887142862009-04-21T23:55:00.000-07:002009-04-22T00:04:41.276-07:00It's Holy, It's Living, It's Got Lined Margins!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2DvntRsbckHxCPlFSJBdG9PmLC-VM5sYtRNEVZZdvNwQ55O5u4t_KTh9bdMTNdKPCgaNa0Lq_9VEtgIspEq73S4LHjkhlO5qJzartdcs13XjoYGDjcEi0FfYcIDAjSkFultK-kVvm70U/s1600-h/51m3phm0W5L._SL500_AA240_.jpg.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2DvntRsbckHxCPlFSJBdG9PmLC-VM5sYtRNEVZZdvNwQ55O5u4t_KTh9bdMTNdKPCgaNa0Lq_9VEtgIspEq73S4LHjkhlO5qJzartdcs13XjoYGDjcEi0FfYcIDAjSkFultK-kVvm70U/s320/51m3phm0W5L._SL500_AA240_.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327407416583224562" /></a><br />THIS is that Bible that I mentioned before on my list of things to buy for choir tour. I know, I have plenty of Bibles. Almost a whole bookshelf, actually. <div><br /></div><div>However, I have not found one so "me" ever in my life. Its everything I need. Plus a journal. </div><div><br /></div><div>Look at the <a href="http://www.esv.org/assets/blog/2006.04.journaling.sample.big.jpg">INSIDE</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>One happy customer said: "<b>If you're expecting a "Moleskine Bible", you'll probably love it.</b>"</div><div><br /></div><div>HELL YES.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wait, I probably shouldn't say that. In this particular blog post. (Or perhaps ever.)</div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-57492468815252686502009-04-21T23:40:00.001-07:002009-04-21T23:43:33.568-07:00The World's First Twitter.Myspace bulletins. People said everything in those.<div><br /></div><div>I just posted one. Here is what it said (since none of you actually read those much less have myspace accounts.)</div><div><br /></div><div>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">wow, i haven't posted a bulletin in a long time. </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The world's first tweet. Here I am myspace, those of you who are listening. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thanks for sticking around, keeping this place alive. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm sad to see it dwindle so.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It just needs a new look. Not a new homepage layout. And complete redesign. So many ideas, such little power. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At least bulletins don't keep you to a 140 word minimum. I'm so used to abbreviating things these days. Sheesh. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That would have been like 3 or 4 tweets. This feels like Christmas or something! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Or not. Anyways, I still check you everyday, myspace. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I shall not forget you and the role you played in my high school years. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Man, oh manowitz.)"</span></span></div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-82669000124747251382009-04-21T23:19:00.000-07:002009-04-21T23:20:46.168-07:00The Book Place.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HiBembERaWI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HiBembERaWI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;">I got to know the bookstore people much better today. I'm thinking I'll apply for a job.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;">:)</span></span></div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-45297219856273711372009-04-21T19:01:00.000-07:002009-04-21T20:32:24.766-07:00Not About School<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cr_M0N_lhIrqCPat3Xx33tKIBs-akKoBccry28MahOHQPrVciThbf_KGgBghQjLv4RbldjlSyCTbSUqUDuxd2oJXSZ9YYY7uVGsyeO922sGCjZPzGH16wBU4c0lahZ1K9iot_cW54S0/s1600-h/Photo+412.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cr_M0N_lhIrqCPat3Xx33tKIBs-akKoBccry28MahOHQPrVciThbf_KGgBghQjLv4RbldjlSyCTbSUqUDuxd2oJXSZ9YYY7uVGsyeO922sGCjZPzGH16wBU4c0lahZ1K9iot_cW54S0/s320/Photo+412.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327341043967225122" /></a>So, I'm really going to try and not talk about school. Its not the only thing going on in my life. <div>From this point on, I am not going to bring it up and stress about it. (In this blog post, anyway.)</div><div><br /></div><div>(Not gonna lie--after I finished typing that last sentence, I sat here for a good six minutes trying to figure out what to talk about. Sad.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I'm going on tour. Choir tour, but still. I get to travel around in buses, do crazy vocal warm-ups, sing in front of lots of people, eat junk food, and whatever else there is to do on a Baptist University's choir tour. Which isn't much. But I'm extremely excited to go. I KNOW. Me. The girl all year who has been grumbling before each concert, the girl who dropped OUT of choir last year, the girl who wants to throw her choir shoes into the flaming mouth of a shoe-eating dragon. Yes, here I am, proclaiming loud and clear that I am excited for TOUR! Feels good to say it. Not that I've changed my mind about the shoe thing...</div><div><br /></div><div>Honestly, I wouldn't mind leaving in approximately right now. However, I'm not completely ready, shopping list wise. I still need (<a href="http://i607.photobucket.com/albums/tt156/lightsandtrees/Picture1.png">Oh, boy</a>, list time!):</div><div>- Sham./Conditioner (small bottles, economy size is prohibited.)</div><div>- A water bottle (one of the refillable kinds.)</div><div>- Tights. Because classy ladies wear tights.</div><div>- Hair dye (touch up before we leave.)</div><div>- Bleach (yep.)</div><div>- tweezers!</div><div>- snacks for the bus</div><div>- febreze</div><div>- <a href="http://i607.photobucket.com/albums/tt156/lightsandtrees/Picture3.png">Gosmile</a> shiz</div><div>- mascara</div><div>- seriously good <a href="http://i607.photobucket.com/albums/tt156/lightsandtrees/vw_landing_btmjpg.jpg">toothpaste</a>. :D</div><div>- This FANTASTIC Journal Bible. It's in the CBU bookstore, but it's cheaper <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Holy-Bible-Standard-Journaling-Original/dp/158134838X/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_a">here</a>.</div><div>- clothes!</div><div><br /></div><div>And I did need a purse of some kind that is large enough to carry things I need as a "carry-on" of sorts, but that isn't a legitimate weekend bag. Also, the one I use right now gets hooked on my clothes all the time. Its annoying and I can't have it hook on my dress over tour and rip it. I just.. can't take that chance. So I bought <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Holy-Bible-Standard-Journaling-Original/dp/158134838X/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_a">this</a>!</div><div>And a few more online shopping carts are waiting for me to push their check-out buttons. I just need to wait for the $$$ to be graciously given to me by my grandparents. What would I do without them. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, not this, because they bought me this computer. </div><div><br /></div><div>And now I am off to make posters with Courtney and put them on Steffanie's car! It's her last night working at Barnes and Noble and we're the celebratin' type.</div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-15046748697983784892009-04-19T11:28:00.000-07:002009-04-19T11:30:54.884-07:00Curse Words.I JUST realized HOW much HOMEWORK I have to do this week.<br />I mean, I would list it, but midway, I might hang myself.<br /><br />And I don't want to put myself in that kind of danger.<br /><br />But seriously, Finals kill me. I have SO much to do. MORE than last semester, and I even wrote that hate letter. <br />And i am using CAPS to express my INSANE FRUSTRATION. <br /><br />I really do not think I will survive this. If i do, it will be by....i don't know. I might have to sell body parts. Which, scarily, I am actually willing to do.Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-70741205988559892802009-04-18T17:33:00.000-07:002009-04-18T17:39:40.511-07:00Like Now? Like Ever.So I just posted this entire page of my blog onto a site called <a href="http://www.wordle.net">Wordle</a>.<div><br /></div><div>Apparently, I have a very limited vocabulary. Or I like similes a lot. I'll go with the latter.</div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/760570/Like..._Ever.">Check this.</a>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-45847520809855617562009-04-15T16:04:00.001-07:002009-04-15T17:28:31.326-07:00It's what all the cool kids did.Myspace surveys.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I remember the days when we would all sit around and rad about each others personal lives in the form of surveys. Getting excited when one of the questions would say "Do you lyke some1?" and the person would answer with "Totallee."</div><div><br /></div><div>Or something like that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, here we are again. I was going through some old myspace blog entries and found a few surveys. I had already filled these out once before, and it was so odd to see how I expressed myself at that time. Strange but good, I was a happy kid. Courtney and I are now going to answer questions about ourselves for no one in particular. Second time can be a charm, too. Enjoy.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. In two words, explain what ended your last relationship?<br />I could very well say those two words, but... then that would be too obvious.<br /><br />2. When was the last time you shaved?<br />Let's just say I'm getting to it.<br /><br />3. What were you doing this morning at 8 a.m.?<br />Rolling over verrry slowly in bed. Sunburn fml.<br /><br />4. What were you doing 15 minutes ago?<br />iChatting it up. And staring out a window.<br /><br />5. Are you any good at math?<br />Are you? Is anyone? I might have to go to Calcaholics anonymous someday.<br /><br />6. Your prom night?<br />(I thought that said porn night, at first.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Long time ago. I remember uncomfortable shoes, too much make up, and The Best of Will Ferrell.<br />(I guess that answer could go for both....O_O)<br />7. Do you have any famous ancestors?<br />I said Mr. Whitehead here before. I think I will stick with him.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />8. Have you ever taken out a loan to pay for school?<br />No, not yet. Master's Degree, here I come.<br /><br />9. Do you know the words to the song on your myspace profile?<br />Words? Are there words? What is the song?<br /><br />10. Last thing received in the mail?<br />A fantastic stack of birthday cards.<br /><br />11. How many different beverages have you drank today?<br />One. Water. However, from three different places.<br /><br />12. Do you ever leave messages on people's answering machine?<br />All the time, I love doin' that shiz.<br /><br />13. Who did you lose your CONCERT virginity to?<br />Rebecca "Wait For Me" St. James.<br /><br />14. Do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach?<br />Depends on what beach. The witness protection program talks about that.. there are rules. But I like to draw my name on other things. Like. Everythings.<br /><br />15. What's the most painful dental procedure you've had?<br />Wisdom teeth extraction. HOLY CRAP, DRY SOCKET EFFING KILLS.<br /><br />16. What is out your back door?<br />About two feet of grass, a brick wall, and then an abundance of old people.<br /><br />17. Any plans for tonight?<br />Evan Human's Senior recital, and then.. who knows. Probably more homework. H8.<br /><br />18. Do you like what the ocean does to your hair?<br />I agree with my past opinion. "Never have I ever."<br /><br />19. Have you ever received one of those big tins of 3 different kinds of popcorn?<br />I don't feel Like i necessarily "received" it. But they tended to just appear out of the blue in our living room around the holidays.<br /><br />20. Have you ever been to a planetarium?<br />No, where are they? I don't think I've ever had the option. I blame Obama.<br /><br />21. Do you re-use towels after you shower?<br />Nope, I just throw them right out to the peasants.<br /><br />22. Some things you are excited about?<br />Choir Tour (I KNOW), Finishing this semester, summer time, dinner time.<br /><br />23. What is your favorite flavor of JELLO?<br />Jell-no.<br /><br />24. Are any of your great-grandparents still alive?<br />If they are, they've done a good job of keeping it secret.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />25. Describe your keychain:<br />Watch your mouth.<br /><br />26. Where do you keep your change?<br />In the future. Far away from fake santa's with bells.<br /><br />27. When was the last time you spoke in front of a large group of people?<br />Whenever I'm speaking outloud and heading towards the caf.<br /><br />28. What kind of winter coat do you have?<br />Lustrous and golden.<br /><br />29. What was the weather like on your graduation day?<br />Some kinda nasty.<br /><br />30. Do you sleep with the door to your room open or closed?<br />Closed. Sometimes people don't know the meaning of quiet.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:10px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:10px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:10px;">NUMBER TWO.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:10px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;">My autobiography. Or "Myography" as Courtney so "genius-ly" put it.<br />Current mood:shoe<br /><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"><br />Where did you take your default pic?<br />Somewhere in Riverside, in a building with other children like myself.<br /><br />What exactly are you wearing right now?<br />Sweats from choncho. And some AmAppy. And a sunburn from the lord of the underworld.<br /><br />What is your current problem?<br />Probz: school, sunburn, intense thirst, poor grammar, hunger, and my constant worried little head.<br /><br />What makes you most happy?<br />Printing out a finished essay. And Chipotle. And Courtney/Steffanie time. And John Green's youtube videos. And laughter.<br /><br />If you could go back in time and change something would you?<br />Oh, yes indeed. Mostly this entire semester.<br /><br />Name something obvious about you:<br />I am a giant. But I don't feel like one. So it's okay.<br /><br />What's the name of the song that you're listening to?<br />Blue and Gold Print by Mates of State<br /><br />Any celeb you would marry?<br />Zacquisha. (Zac Efron...) And John Krasinski. Or both.<br /><br />Name someone with the same birthday as you?<br />Tanner Rollins still lives on as the only person I've ever met with the same birthday as me.<br /><br />Do you have a crush on someone?<br />No, I officially do not and do NOT want to. So there.<br /><br />Ever sang in front of a large audience?<br />About three times a month this entire school year.<br /><br />What do you usually order from Starbucks?<br />All kinds of things. I'm doing the whole Iced Coffee thing as of late.<br /><br />Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?<br />Actually, I think not. Which is weird, I feel like everyone gets compared to a celeb. Nope, not me.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"><br />Do you still watch kiddy movies or kiddie TV shows?<br />Kiddie? Do people still use that term? Yes, I do sometimes. I'm more about reminiscing about what I used to watch as a kid instead of whats out there now. However, I definitely know about it.<br /><br />Do you speak any other languages?<br />Yeah, I should probably brush up on my Spanish. For my future carreer. As.. something important and bilingual.<br /><br />What magazines do you read?<br />JPG, Real Simple, Cracked. Small Businessman. Entrepreneurs Anonymous.<br /><br /><br />Have you ever ridden in a limo?<br />Just that one time as a kid with my Uncle Roy. Never since.<br /><br />Has anyone you've been really close with passed away?<br />I think this has happened to just about everyone.<br /><br />Do you ever watch MTV?<br />Rarely, these days. Wow, how things have changed.<br /><br />What's something that really annoys you?<br />Dishonesty. And bad jokes.<br /><br /><br />**Chapter 1:**<br /><br />Middle name:<br />Marlene. Peligroso.<br /><br />Nickname(s):<br />Cookie. Berlin. B-land. Brook-E.<br /><br />Current location:<br />Up. 215.<br /><br />Eye color:<br />poop. (still.)<br /><br />**Chapter 2:**<br /><br />Do you live with your parents?<br />I live with four girls. Who I am not related to. Oh the joys of college.<br /><br />Do you get along with your parents:<br />I try. I get along much better from a distance. Over the phone. But when we're in the same house, things tense up a but. Its a small house.<br /><br /><span>Are your parents married/separated/divorced</span><wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "></span>:<br />My parents were never married, and my grandparents met when they were ten and never left each others sides.<br /><br />Do you have any siblings:<br />Fernanda, my half sister. She's punk. And Mexican.<br /><br />**Chapter 3:favorite**<br /><br />Ice cream flavor:<br />Cinnamon Buns. Thank you Ben. Not you, Jerry. You know what you did.<br /><br /><br />Season:<br />Season three, Episode 10.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"><br />Shampoo/conditioner:<br />Or else.<br /><br /><br />**Chapter 4: Do You**<br /><br />Sing in the shower:<br />I sing when I wash my hair, usually something from Rent. And then in the bath, I read. Maybe a humm here and there.<br /><br />Write on your hand?<br />Almost everyday. My hand now says "J 138" and "eight"... why, I do not know.<br /><br />Call people back:<br />I'm pretty good at this these days.<br /><br />Believe in love:<br />Insanely.<br /><br />Sleep on a certain side of the bed:<br />In the middle.. its a twin. There is no where else but the middle.<br /><br />Have any bad habits:<br />Procrastination. A.k.a. doing this kind of stuff all day. And over-planning my day.<br /><br /><br />**Chapter 5: Have You Ever**<br /><br />Broken a bone:<br />Nope, not ever close. Now i better go knock some wood. (that... is. not. twss.)<br /><br />Gotten stitches:<br />Never ever never ever never gonna get it naah nooo no no no never ever. Thats not really a song or anything. I just couldnt stop typing.<br /><br />Taken painkillers:<br />Or I would have died that one time, I think.<br /><br />Gone SCUBA diving:<br />Why are you yelling?<br /><br />Been stung by a bee:<br />All kinds a times. F*** bees.<br /><br />Thrown up in a restaurant:<br />"yep.. and it was the last time anyone ever saw Yebber ManJensen." --is what I said the first time. I think I will go with that.<br /><br /><br />Been to overnight camp:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;">Been there. Worked it. Hard. Got paid. Left.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"><br /><br />Sworn in front of your parents:<br />Multiple times in front of my mother (I had good reasons) and ONCE in front of my grandmother. Quoting something.<br /><br />Had detention:<br />HA!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"><br /><br />Been sent to the principal's office:<br />I don't think I saw the principle once until graduation.<br /><br />Been called a hoe:<br />Girls these days. Calling everyone a hoe.<br /><br />**Chaper 6: Who/What was the last**<br /><br />Person to text you?<br />Marbets.<br /><br />What did it say:<br />That is confidential information--- OKAY FINE. "Yup, I think she wend on a date :S i guess we're gonna get together tomorrow and talk"<br /><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"><br />Person to call ?<br />My good ole Nana :)<br /><br />Person you hugged:<br />It would be nice if it were the same person as my first answer. But I think it was Tim Wilson. I need to hug people more often. Eff sunburns.<br /><br />Person you tackled?:<br />Liz at Disneyland.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"><br />Thing you touched:<br />The down key.<br /><br />Thing you ate:<br />a cold french fry. :(<br /><br />Thing you drank:<br />Water from the sink. My organs can handle it.<br /><br />Thing you said:<br />"Peligroso es me nombre medio." Yes. Outloud.<br /><br />and there you have. it.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;">I know this is long. But it is also worthwhile. You made it! YOU MADE IT TO THE END! High five yourself.</span></span></div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-57092936060393403882009-04-06T21:57:00.000-07:002009-04-06T21:59:54.044-07:00Homework City.I'm not gonna lie.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I am incredibly stressed. Like I am pretty much failing at life right now.</div><div>And I just want to quit.</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to give up. Of course, I won't. I WON'T. But geeze, I hate school. Hate it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Because it's the one thing that defeats me. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I just need Jesus to show up in my room and give me a hug. Thats. All. I. Need.</div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-91727538423288062012009-04-02T19:38:00.000-07:002009-04-04T12:14:15.775-07:00Twenty.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI71m1IvokiugofiA2uoeQ6CYIXPAneACRihTyulU-YIQofK8bVFFQ9LirmxoWgvNpsPHdN8fPQdNCsd6XjNVoCyA1wanAzC1jfIGp0laU9SabIo6UeNdyhrUqbiPyLwAeIMQ1N12Qduo/s1600-h/IMG_0487.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI71m1IvokiugofiA2uoeQ6CYIXPAneACRihTyulU-YIQofK8bVFFQ9LirmxoWgvNpsPHdN8fPQdNCsd6XjNVoCyA1wanAzC1jfIGp0laU9SabIo6UeNdyhrUqbiPyLwAeIMQ1N12Qduo/s320/IMG_0487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320290103351919458" /></a><br /><div>I've lived.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Twenty long years.</div><div>I mean, when people say that life seems likes its going by so quickly, its only because they're setting it alongside forever. And, of course, there's nothing wrong with that. But another reason is because our memories fail us and we can only really recall various important events in our lives making them seem much shorter than they have been. So just take a moment, sit in silence, and think. Dig out all the memories you can muster from those dimly lit corners of your brain. Think of a day you remember and try to think of every minute that day. Yeah, you probably won't be able to accomplish this, but through this "deep thinking" you may remember moments you thought you'd forgotten forever.</div><div>I've been doing this a lot lately. Just last night I had a near three hour conversation with two great friends of mine and I got to retell some high school memories. It's like my brain comes to life when I get to tell my story. All the gears and wheels inside start spinning away and lights are flashing and all the little machine parts are just whirring away while I speak a thousand words a minute.</div><div>All this to say... I love my life. Maybe not at this very moment, but when I actually take time to think about my entire life thus far, I am overwhelmed. I have been beyond blessed. And am still being blessed. I can't believe how much growth has happened in my life in the past two or three years. So much change. Not always good change, but generally in the right direction.</div><div><br /></div><div>So here it goes. The copy cat that lives within me (everyone has one) has decided to jump on the band wagon and follow in the steps of good ole Courtney. She listed those people who have helped mold her into who she is today. She named twenty-two, alphabetically, one for every year she has lived. Here are mine. They are in no particular order, other than the order that they came to mind and/or the order that my fingers decided to type them.</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Marybeth is my best friend. She is short and she is kind. She is Marzypan. She is my person.</div><div>2. Courtney Stewart was a hard shell to crack but I cannot imagine not being her friend. We're friends until our dying day. </div><div>3. Alisha Stewart is glamorous and "fab", as she would say. She is courageous and incredibly strong. She made public high school a LOT more enjoyable and entertaining.</div><div>4. My first real crush was Michael Thomas. I would not even be a little bit of who I am today, if it were not for this boy. He showed me... comedy. Thank you, good sir.</div><div>5. Nikki Freeman was my first friend from my third year of life. She taught me how to ride a bike. When the tree in our front yard got cut down, she moved away. So, whenever I see tree branches being trimmed, I think of her.</div><div>6. Courtney Watson is. Braveheart. She is the realest thing I have ever come in contact with. I would not be alive if it were not for her. </div><div>7. Steffanie Jarrell is the second half to the Courtney/Steffanie combo. We once talked from when Courtney left for work and until she got off. And we didn't move once. We could probably have conversations like that every single day. :)</div><div>8. Yesena, you were my most dangerous friend. You got me into trouble, you taught me lots of cuss words, and you let me taste alcohol. I let you cheat off me on all of our homework and I lied a lot when I was friends with you. That's why I had to break up with you.. so to speak. But still, I would not be mean without our year of friendship.</div><div>9. Carly. She was much older than me when we met, but Hamby's brings the most unlikely of friends together. I had the one lonely table in the back of the classroom and she came in and shared it with me all year. She drew cool things and had fancy handwriting. She wore a scrunchy on her upper arm and knew how to serve a volleyball. I wanted to be like her.</div><div>10. Justin Thompson. He was my first boy friend. Friend that is a boy. We fought for the title of Valedictorian in 8th grade. I won. He got Salutatorian. Also, you told me about sex, unknowingly, by explaining to me the lyrics of a rap song. </div><div>11. Ralphie. Okay, so maybe he was my first friend that was a boy. But I feel like we were more enemies at the time. Nevertheless, our neighborhood would not have been the same without our watergun wars and Mcdonald's toy trading.</div><div>12. Lauren Tucker. She was my first college roommate. Also, she was the most rambunctious and difficult child I'd ever met throughout the course of my life. Her first words to me were, "Want to be my best friend?" We were five in Sunday School. </div><div>13. Nikki (Howell) Nisly. When I first saw this girl, on a pondo summer camp video, I thought she looked like the COOLEST PERSON EVER. And so I was determined to meet her. I was intimidated by her, but as we got to know each other, it was magic. Turns out, she had flaws and we had similar ones and we both spent two summers talking the crap out of them. haha</div><div>14. Nora Serino. I thank Planet Wisdom and V-shatting for our friendship. I'm not sure how to sum up..you. But just know you've molded me. In both good and bad ways. But mostly good.</div><div>15. Timmy Shilling. He taught me that there is more to life than Dashboard Confessional.</div><div>16. My grandmother. She raised me. She raised the crap out of me. Had I actually been raised by my mother....I would not. Be. Well, I may possibly be dead. So, thanks Nana!</div><div>17. My grandfather. He is the father figure in my life. He provides for me, he loves me, and he's shown me how a real man is supposed to be. </div><div>18. Liz. She is. Well, she is Liz. She is my second best friend, she drools, she's picky, she yells, and she sings. I like her. </div><div>19. Claire. I would not have survived summer school without this girl. While I was trying to save my life and my college education and not get a giant ulcer from all the stress, she managed to make me laugh. A lot.</div><div>20. Ben. Well...I liked you first. And maybe it made my Birthday last year a little awkward. But if things had been different, we wouldn't be such great friends now. I miss the old days sometimes, you helped make freshman year what it was. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thats an extremely small portion. However, if I really get going with this, I will never stop. Next thing you know, I'll be thanking Esmerelda, the 7eleven lady who gives me discounts on nachos.</div><div><br /></div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-39239747330425933442009-03-29T17:13:00.000-07:002009-03-29T17:15:46.142-07:00I think my brain is expanding.Not that I'm incredibly upset about this or really even excited, but I can't quite figure out why.<div><br /></div><div>Well, okay. I have a few ideas as to why. But I have to gather my thoughts before I expound on this any further. Just know that an explosion of a blog is coming.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Hold your breath and your fluttery sleeves.</div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-29407597332948233642009-03-16T21:57:00.000-07:002009-03-16T22:46:21.602-07:00It's time now, to sing out...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOzml0WJqxoytcVoiz8b6lETZC-F-237tIO7_dqTC92wWblylroLdkIna4nJ2HeLiERB051DlALm5KIM90R9z-bx97dXUuWkORSxcaVLKORK1lSwdM6Tx8oJSQC7GtRgsUGmNldjrti-A/s1600-h/rent240.jpg.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOzml0WJqxoytcVoiz8b6lETZC-F-237tIO7_dqTC92wWblylroLdkIna4nJ2HeLiERB051DlALm5KIM90R9z-bx97dXUuWkORSxcaVLKORK1lSwdM6Tx8oJSQC7GtRgsUGmNldjrti-A/s320/rent240.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314016930621676498" /></a><br /><div>This is what I want to do.</div><div><br /></div><div>Watch this all day. Be in it? Probably not. But just watch this stuff all day long. Rent or any broadway production for that matter. Please and thank you. I saw this Sunday night because of my immensely fantastic friends Courtney and Steffanie. They took me out for an adventure in San Diego, (thank the Lord the Germans discovered this magical place in 1904) and ended the day with a semi-back row seat to see this. And the entire thing was STILL amazing. My face would have probably been blown clean off had I actually seen it in the front row. So, for that, I believe I owe my friends my life/face. Thank you. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, on another rather profound note, I have no home. </div><div>I came home today for spring break thanks to Marybeth and her trusty red mazda sedan thingy. As soon as I entered my little brown house through the white metal door on the same street I grew up in, I knew something was different. I looked around for a new paint job, I hugged my Nana, I pet the dog, I looked in the fridge. All was the same. Sure, my mother was here, whom I haven't seen since I was a teenager... last January-ish. But still, that wasn't it. My room had a few changes, a moved picture frame, a dusted table top. Everything looked just the way it usually looks when I come home from school. Then suddenly, I sat down in the chair at my desk and took my sunglasses off my head. I realized I wasn't sitting in my bed because it was freshly made. Because I thought that would be rude to ruin it. I thought it would be rude to mess up my own blankets. It was at this moment I realized that I am no longer a member of this household. Sure, I'm still in this family, but in this home, I am just a visitor. Everything felt a little out of reach, a little less mine, a little more someone else's. It felt like I was floating above myself watching everything happen. I was having a conversation with my own mother and it felt like I was getting to know this person I haven't been in years. I felt like the unwelcome prodigal son. Everyone commented on how much I've changed (since January?) and how strange I look. My grandmother dislikes my hair, my big rings, my appearance basically. My mother was total opposite, with her first words being, "Sup-- OMG JUST KIDDING, YOU LOOK LIKE A DIVA!" O_O</div><div>Well, yeah. <i>Those</i> were the two things I needed to hear upon entering my home for the first time in months. But I felt it too. I saw the changes in people. My mom is so thin now it's a little frightening. Not unhealthy thin, but my whole life she's been big. And now she's like an actually skinny person. My grandmother is a lot more judgmental than she is on the phone or through texts. Obviously. My grandfather is thankfully the exact same. He is so warm and probably the best grandfather I could ever ask for. I think he's the only one holding me in this house right now. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom and my gramma. A whole lot. But I am an adult now. I feel it. That... thing. That thing that birds feel. That thing that Nelly Furtado felt when she wrote that song "I'm like a bird". That thing that those guys did in the band with the Raybans and the white suits. That thing that kept Alexander Supertramp going. That thing that apparently college is supposed to implant in us. Well, guess what.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've got the thing. I want independence. I want a job. I want a life of my own. I want to drive wherever my heart desires. I want a man. I want to deal with tough situations. I want to have insurance. I want have the ability to control the temperature on my air conditioner. I want a washer and dryer. </div><div><br /></div><div>I want to pay rent.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I am twenty years old now as of three days ago. I am both displaced and settled. And I don't know how this can be. </div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916924731469024891.post-59413709728263050422009-01-12T20:26:00.000-08:002009-01-12T21:12:12.720-08:00Anger Management Training.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggRivm7FBeWc3aFotJuk3brV_MfA6piKm8pWaoqpoFSAF84JgGyRUMcHKeunrkjURKhh8kSCZDbh3_Ecxiu57v6OZ2uXI_nYEUpHW4ubJ62mfqtQ6CtkoLO0FhJTZp2iMv1um_bFNRNxg/s1600-h/andy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggRivm7FBeWc3aFotJuk3brV_MfA6piKm8pWaoqpoFSAF84JgGyRUMcHKeunrkjURKhh8kSCZDbh3_Ecxiu57v6OZ2uXI_nYEUpHW4ubJ62mfqtQ6CtkoLO0FhJTZp2iMv1um_bFNRNxg/s320/andy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290634642315620242" /></a>I am quite upset with myself. Lately, I have come to the realization, slowly but surely, that I am turning into Andy Bernard. <div><br /><div>Now, one might argue that I am far too cool and level headed and am rarely a "Yes Man", because, technically, and mainly, I am not a man. Nor have I ever been. But all signs point to this conclusion looking at it from a scientific perspective. </div><div>First of all, I have never seen Angela naked. Neither has Andy. </div><div>Secondly, I sing in a choir. And at times, I am quite proud of that fact. I have also been known to sing rather loudly and in public, usually disturbing some quiet work place while I continue my harmonization attempts blissfully unaware. Also, I made my own ringtone on iTunes and sometimes I let it play just for people to hear how cool it is...</div><div>Thirdly, I caught myself saying "I'm going to punch a wall" today and it was NOT the first time. Honestly, I have felt like sawing off Phyllis's head with a chainsaw before. "Rreeenggeeengengeng."</div><div>Fourthly, I change the words of songs to make them say what I want them to say. <br /></div><div>Example:</div><div>Andy- "Oompa, Loompa, Doompity, Dawsome.." </div><div>Me- " Let's get down to business...to defeat... NEWTON."</div><div><br /></div><div>Fifthly (can I really continue with this -ly business?), I am a huge fan of Tuna. </div><div><br /></div><div>And last, but not least, (sixthly) I look things up on the "inter-web" all the time.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>ALL SIGNS POINT TO ANDREW BERNARD.</div><div>And, even though I personally do not like the guy, I cannot seem to escape my fate. However, there are much bigger issues at hand. I am upset with myself, but what if I take it out on someone. Maybe I am also a little like Roy (God forbid) and what if I attack some pedestrians or a 7-Eleven clerk? Should I go to (Anger) Management training? What was it again--Personality Mirroring and Positive Reinforcement? Lord, why am I am the way I...am.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here is the real nitty gritty. I am trying to stay up with my New Year's goals, and I have hardly begun to get into any of them! Plans are set in motion, but I'm just sitting here! Look how much of the new year is gone already.... TWELVE DAYS. I've got to get going, get up, ACT UP, ACTUAL REALITY, FIGHT--wait. Sorry. I've got rant on the brain. RENT. I MEAN RENT.</div><div>WHAT AM I DOOOOING WITH MY LIFE!</div><div>(Yes, I am over-reacting, but----HOLY CRAP. "That was an OVER-reaction. Anyone want anything from the kitchen?"-<a href="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n96/TReilly24/246ro03.jpg">GUESS WHO</a>.)</div></div>Brooklyn.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07922007720160562686noreply@blogger.com1