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Name: Katrina
Country: United States
State: Arizona
Metro: Tucson
Birthday: 8/5/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: Music, acting, reading books (what a geek I am), movies (any kind)...and hanging out with the bestest friends in the entire world! Nate, Jose, Jackie, Meghan, Timmy, Mondo, and Omar! I'm ALWAYS around! I'm glad you all are such an inspiration to me!
Expertise: I guess that would be studying now that I'm in college...*hehehe*
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
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AIM:  lessner69
Yahoo:  simsplayer21
Member Since:
3/18/2004
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| Tomorrow is Turkey Day! Exciting day for us! There's going to be grandma, dad, mom, Matt, Geoff,myself, Uncle Pete, Aunt Twana, Samantha, and Sydney. So it'll be a nice, quiet day of football, turkey, and then James Bond! Since it starts tomorrow! YEAH!!! Our family loves 007!
So I'm at home today baking some bread and making a desert to take home with me.
I hope all of you have a great Thanksgiving! I know I will. 
I know that this is a short, and pointless note...but I had to get the Happy Thanksgiving out!
A Few Great Things to be Thankful For!
Beer chilling in the snow
Remembering the beer before the bottles explode
NYFD
Ribeye steaks, seared and rare
Kisses
Loud parties
Quiet moments
Drawing yet another breath
Smith & Wesson
Beethoven's Für Elise
The standup comedy of Dana Gould
Gillette's Venus razors
Cheap red wine
Bratwurst at the ballgame
The United States Armed Forces
Aces over kings
Cigars still legal
Hot, soapy showers
Pretty boys in convertibles
Tequila
When he does that thing without you even asking
Pouring the turkey gravy on everything
Real fireplaces
Ready bail money
Friends who just drop by
The Sharper Image catalog
Big screen HDTVs
With 6.1 sound
The Corvette C6
Making him squeal on Christmas
Just one good hunting knife
Whatever that cologne is he's wearing
Finally having your own "comfy chair"
"Diamonds," I say over Geoff's shoulder
"And puppies."
A Denny's Grand Slam after Last Call
Macadamia nut chocolate chip cookies
When no assembly is required
The Lord of the Rings movies
Victoria's Secret,
Hot wings at BW3's
Compiling silly lists instead of doing real work
Each and every Absolut Citron martini
807 days, and counting, since we were last attacked
"And me," Geoff yells from the other room
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| I'm sitting here just came home from school and I was deep in thought...like always! I'm in a weird kind of mood and with the snow falling here in Lafayette and the temperature is 32 degrees, well...here goes nothing! Just read it, I did. And it made me fall into my head and relax over a cup of hot cocoa! If anything, maybe it'll make you smile like it did to me. Silliness is a great way to keep warm on this cold of a day!
If they ever come up with a swashbuckling School, I think one of the courses should be Laughing, Then Jumping Off Something.
When you're riding in a time machine way far into the future, don't stick your elbow out the window, or it'll turn into a fossil.
It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man.
At first I thought, if I were Superman, a perfect secret identity would be "Clark Kent, Dentist," because you could save money on tooth X-rays. But then I thought, if a patient said, "How's my back tooth?" and you just looked at it with your X-ray vision and said, "Oh it's okay," then the patient would probably say, "Aren't you going to take an X-ray, stupid?" and you'd say, "Aw fuck you, get outta here," and then he probably wouldn't even pay his bill.
One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh, no," I said. "Disneyland burned down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep down, he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late.
A good way to threaten somebody is to light a stick of dynamite. Then you call the guy and hold the burning fuse up to the phone. "Hear that?" you say. "That's dynamite, baby."
Why do people in ship mutinies always ask for "better treatment"? I'd ask for a pinball machine, because with all that rocking back and forth you'd probably be able to get a lot of free games.
I'd like to be buried Indian-style, where they put you up on a high rack, above the ground. That way, you could get hit by meteorites and not even feel it.
If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like "Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering iron!" and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, "That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice." Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free drink.
I bet when the neanderthal kids would make a snowman, someone would always end up saying, "Don't forget the thick, heavy brows." Then they would all get embarrassed because they remembered they had the big hunky brows too, and they'd get mad and eat the snowman.
Fear can sometimes be a useful emotion. For instance, let's say you're an astronaught on the moon and you fear that your partner has been turned into Dracula. The next time he goes out for the moon pieces, wham!, you just slam the door behind him and blast off. He might call you on the radio and say he's not Dracula, but you just say, "Think again, bat man."
Too bad you can't buy a voodoo globe so that you could make the earth spin real fast and freak everybody out.
The people in the village were real poor, so none of the children had any toys. But this one little boy had gotten an old enema bag and filled it with rocks, and he would go around and whap the other children across the face with it. Man, I think my heart almost broke. Later the boy came up and offered to give me the toy. This was too much! I reached out my hand, but then he ran away. I chased him down and took the enema bag. He cried a little, but that's the way of these people.
I wish I had a Kryptonite cross, because then you could keep both Dracula AND Superman away.
I don't think I'm alone when I say I'd like to see more and more planets fall under the ruthless domination of our solar system.
Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several of us died of tuberculosis.
Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: "Mankind". Basically, it's made up of two separate words - "mank" and "ind". What do these words mean ? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.
I hope if dogs ever take over the world, and they chose a king, they don't just go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with some good ideas.
I guess we were all guilty, in a way. We all shot him, we all skinned him, and we all got a complimentary bumper sticker that said, "I helped skin Bob."
I bet the main reason the police keep people away from a plane crash is they don't want anybody walking in and lying down in the crash stuff, then, when somebody comes up, act like they just woke up and go, "What was THAT?!"
The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.
Ambition is like a frog sitting on a Venus Flytrap. The flytrap can bite and bite, but it won't bother the frog because it only has little tiny plant teeth. But some other stuff could happen and it could be like ambition.
I'd rather be rich than stupid.
If you were a poor Indian with no weapons, and a bunch of conquistadors came up to you and asked where the gold was, I don't think it would be a good idea to say, "I swallowed it. So sue me."
If you define cowardice as running away at the first sign of danger, screaming and tripping and begging for mercy, then yes, Mr. Brave man, I guess I'm a coward.
I bet one legend that keeps recurring throughout history, in every culture, is the story of Popeye.
When you go in for a job interview, I think a good thing to ask is if they ever press charges.
To me, boxing is like a ballet, except there's no music, no choreography, and the dancers hit each other.
What is it that makes a complete stranger dive into an icy river to save a solid gold baby? Maybe we'll never know.
We tend to scoff at the beliefs of the ancients. But we can't scoff at them personally, to their faces, and this is what annoys me.
Probably the earliest flyswatters were nothing more than some sort of striking surface attached to the end of a long stick.
I think someone should have had the decency to tell me the luncheon was free. To make someone run out with potato salad in his hand, pretending he's throwing up, is not what I call hospitality.
To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad.
As I bit into the nectarine, it had a crisp juiciness about it that was very pleasurable - until I realized it wasn't a nectarine at all, but A HUMAN HEAD!!
Most people don't realize that large pieces of coral, which have been painted brown and attached to the skull by common wood screws, can make a child look like a deer.
If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.
Better not take a dog on the space shuttle, because if he sticks his head out when you're coming home his face might burn up.
You know what would make a good story? Something about a clown who make people happy, but inside he's real sad. Also, he has severe diarrhea.
Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it's head with a note that says "You." After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.
If you're a horse, and someone gets on you, and falls off, and then gets right back on you, I think you should buck him off right away.
If you ever teach a yodeling class, probably the hardest thing is to keep the students from just trying to yodel right off. You see, we build to that.
If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe you'll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy.
I'd like to see a nude opera, because when they hit those high notes, I bet you can really see it in those genitals.
Anytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someones neck, and the guy screams and tries to get it off, I have to laugh, because what is that thing.
He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land. He loved it so much he made a woman out of dirt and married her. But when he kissed her, she disintegrated. Later, at the funeral, when the preacher said, "Dust to dust," some people laughed, and the cowboy shot them. At his hanging, he told the others, "I'll be waiting for you in heaven--with a gun."
The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.
If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
Contrary to what most people say, the most dangerous animal in the world is not the lion or the tiger or even the elephant. It's a shark riding on an elephant's back, just trampling and eating everything they see.
As we were driving, we saw a sign that said "Watch for Rocks." Marta said it should read "Watch for Pretty Rocks." I told her she should write in her suggestion to the highway department, but she started saying it was a joke - just to get out of writing a simple letter! And I thought I was lazy!
One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to DisneyLand, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh, no," I said, "DisneyLand burned down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep down he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real DisneyLand, but it was getting pretty late.
If you saw two guys named Hambone and Flippy, which one would you think liked dolphins the most? I'd say Flippy, wouldn't you? You'd be wrong, though. It's Hambone.
Laurie got offended that I used the word "puke." But to me, that's what her dinner tasted like.
We used to laugh at Grandpa when he'd head off and go fishing. But we wouldn't be laughing that evening when he'd come back with some whore he picked up in town.
I wish a robot would get elected president. That way, when he came to town, we could all take a shot at him and not feel too bad.
As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.
If you're a young Mafia gangster out on your first date, I bet it's real embarrassing if someone tries to kill you.
Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first instinct is to laugh. But then I think, what if I was an ant, and she fell on me. Then it wouldn't seem quite so funny.
If you go parachuting, and your parachute doesn't open, and you friends are all watching you fall, I think a funny gag would be to pretend you were swimming.
When I was a kid my favorite relative was Uncle Caveman. After school we'd all go play in his cave, and every once in a while he would eat one of us. It wasn't until later that I found out that Uncle Caveman was a bear.
Children need encouragement. If a kid gets an answer right, tell him it was a lucky guess. That way he develops a good, lucky feeling.
The crows seemed to be calling his name, thought Caw.
When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it's not, mmmmmmm, boy.
Whether they find a life there or not, I think Jupiter should be called an enemy planet.
Instead of trying to build newer and bigger weapons of destruction, we should be thinking about getting more use out of the ones we already have.
I think a good gift for the President would be a chocolate revolver. and since he is so busy, you'd probably have to run up to him real quick and give it to him.
Just because swans mate for life, I don't think its that big a deal. First of all, if you're a swan, you're probably not going to find a swan that looks much better than the one you've got, so why not mate for life?
If you're robbing a bank and you're pants fall down, I think it's okay to laugh and to let the hostages laugh too, because, come on, life is funny.
If you ever catch on fire, try to avoid looking in a mirror, because I bet that will really throw you into a panic.
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead. No, wait, not me, you.
I can't stand cheap people. It makes me real mad when someone says something like, "Hey, when are you going to pay me that $100 you owe me?" or "Do you have that $50 you borrowed?" Man, quit being so cheap!
I think the mistake a lot of us make is thinking the state-appointed shrink is our friend.
I think one way the cops could make money would be to hold a murder weapons sale. Many people could really use used ice picks.
If you ever reach total enlightenment while drinking beer, I bet you could shoot beer out of you nose.
I believe in making the world safe for our children, but not our children's children, because I don't think children should be having sex.
Even though I was their captive, the Indians allowed me quite a bit of freedom. I could walk freely, make my own meals, and even hurl large rocks at their heads. It was only later that I discovered that they were not Indians at all but only dirty-clothes hampers.
I wish outer space guys would conquer the Earth and make people their pets, because I'd like to have one of those little beds with my name on it.
It's true that every time you hear a bell, an angel gets its wings. But what they don't tell you is that every time you hear a mouse trap snap, an Angel gets set on fire.
If you're in a war, instead of throwing a hand grenade at the enemy, throw one of those small pumpkins. Maybe it'll make everyone think how stupid war is, and while they are thinking, you can throw a real grenade at them.
I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it.
The next time I have meat and mashed potatoes, I think I'll put a very large blob of potatoes on my plate with just a little piece of meat. And if someone asks me why I didn't get more meat, I'll just say, "Oh, you mean this?" and pull out a big piece of meat from inside the blob of potatoes, where I've hidden it. Good magic trick, huh?
Life, to me, is like a quiet forest pool, one that needs a direct hit from a big rock half-buried in the ground. You pull and you pull, but you can't get the rock out of the ground. So you give it a good kick, but you lose your balance and go skidding down the hill toward the pool. Then out comes a big Hawaiian man who was screwing his wife beside the pool because they thought it was real pretty. He tells you to get out of there, but you start faking it, like you're talking Hawaiian, and then he gets mad and chases you...
Sometimes, when I drive across the desert in the middle of the night, with no other cars around, I start imagining: What if there were no civilization out there? No cities, no factories, no people? And then I think: No people or factories? Then who made this car? And this highway? And I get so confused I have to stick my head out the window into the driving rain---unless there's lightning, because I could get struck on the head by a bolt.
The whole town laughed at my great-grandfather, just because he worked hard and saved his money. True, working at the hardware store didn't pay much, but he felt it was better than what everybody else did, which was go up to the volcano and collect the gold nuggets it shot out every day. It turned out he was right. After forty years, the volcano petered out. Everybody left town, and the hardware store went broke. Finally he decided to collect gold nuggets too, but there weren't many left by then. Plus, he broke his leg and the doctor's bills were real high.
Too bad when I was a kid there wasn't a guy in our class that everybody called the "Cricket Boy", because I would have liked to stand up in class and tell everybody, "You can make fun of the Cricket Boy if you want to, but to me he's just like everybody else." Then everybody would leave the Cricket Boy alone, and I'd invite him over to spend the night at my house, but after about five minutes of that loud chirping I'd have to kick him out. Maybe later we could get up a petition to get the Cricket Family run out of town. Bye, Cricket Boy.
I think a good product would be "Baby Duck Hat". It's a fake baby duck, which you strap on top of your head. Then you go swimming underwater until you find a mommy duck and her babies, and you join them. Then, all of a sudden, you stand up out of the water and roar like Godzilla. Man, those ducks really take off! Also, Baby Duck Hat is good for parties.
I wish I lived back in the old west days, because I'd save up my money for about twenty years so I could buy a solid-gold pick. Then I'd go out West and start digging for gold. When someone came up and asked what I was doing, I'd say, "Looking for gold, ya durn fool." He'd say, "Your pick is gold," and I'd say, "Well, that was easy." Good joke, huh.
A funny thing to do is, if you're out hiking and your friend gets bitten by a poisonous snake, tell him you're going to go for help, then go about ten feet and pretend that *you* got bit by a snake. Then start an argument with him about who's going to go get help. A lot of guys will start crying. That's why it makes you feel good when you tell them it was just a joke.
I guess I kinda lost control, because in the middle of the play I ran up and lit the evil puppet villain on fire. No, I didn't. Just kidding. I just said that to help illustrate one of the human emotions, which is freaking out. Another emotion is greed, as when you kill someone for money, or something like that. Another emotion is generosity, as when you pay someone double what he paid for his stupid puppet.
Many people think that history is a dull subject. Dull? Is it "dull" that Jesse James once got bitten on the forehead by an ant, and at first it didn't seem like anything, but then the bite got worse and worse, so he went to a doctor in town, and the secretary told him to wait, so he sat down and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and then finally he got to see the doctor, and the doctor put some salve on it? You call that dull?
I scrambled to the top of the precipice where Nick was waiting. "That was fun," I said. "You bet it was," said Nick. "Let's climb higher." "No," I said. "I think we should be heading back now." "We have time," Nick insisted. I said we didn't, and Nick said we did. We argued back and forth like that for about 20 minutes, then finally decided to head back. I didn't say it was an interesting story.
If you're a Thanksgiving dinner, but you don't like the stuffing or the cranberry sauce or anything else, just pretend like you're eating it, but instead, put it all in your lap and form it into a big mushy ball. Then, later, when you're out back having cigars with the boys, let out a big fake cough and throw the ball to the ground. Then say, "Boy, these are good cigars!"
I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
If I ever opened a trampoline store, I don't think I'd call it Trampo-Land, because you might think it was a store for tramps, which is not the inpression we are trying to convey with our store. On the other hand, we would not prohibit tramps from browsing, or testing the trampolines, unless a tramp's gyrations seemed to be getting out of control.
I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old board of his. Then he'd spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he'd yell out, "Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!" We all thought he was crazy. But then we had some growing up to do.
Once when I was in Hawaii, on the island of Kauai, I met a mysterious old stranger. He said he was about to die and wanted to tell someone about the treasure. I said, "Okay, as long as it's not a long story. Some of us have a plane to catch, you know." He stared telling hes story, about the treasure and his life and all, and I thought: "This story isn't too long." But then, he kept going, and I started thinking, "Uh-oh, this story is getting long." But then the story was over, and I said to myself: "You know, that story wasn't too long after all." I forget what the story was about, but there was a good movie on the plane. It was a little long, though.
I bet a fun thing would be to go way back in time to where there was going to be an eclipse and tell the cave men, "If I have come to destroy you, may the sun be blotted out from the sky." Just then the eclipse would start, and they'd probably try to kill you or something, but then you could explain about the rotation of the moon and all, and everyone would get a good laugh.
I wouldn't be surprised if someday some fishermen caught a big shark and cut it open, and there inside was a whole person. Then they cut the person open, and in him is a little baby shark. And in the baby shark there isn't a person, because it would be too small. But there's a little doll or something, like a Johnny Combat little toy guy---something like that. | | |
| So I've been having a great week so far. It started off on Sunday with Geoff leaving for Orlando. He had a week long convention to attend for work. So right now I've got the house to myself! It's nice...but can get lonely. I haven't been doing much of exciting things though...cleaning the house, mowing the grass, weeding, etc. This is the only negative thing about living on my own. I have to do all the house work! I am enjoying it here though. Lafayette has been treating the both of us just swell.
Lately though I've been thinking, since I've made my Spring schedule. I only have 2 years left. I can't believe how fast college has gone. I'm soon to be done with school for a LONG TIME! I will eventually go back for my masters, but I'm starting to get burned out on going to school! So far, 15 years with out a break of school is getting old. Can any of you truly believe that we have come this far? Who would have thought that it came so soon. With my little brother being a senior in high school this year, and making plans on going to Ball State in the Fall, WOW! We ARE growing up and faster then I can believe. For some reason I tend to think back to grade school and quite a bit lately. Maybe it's because I'm teaching right now at an Elementary School, but I can still picture all of our faces back in the 5th grade. Fun days. We didn't give a care in the world. I remember being in 4th, 5th, and 6th grade and some of us counting the years until we turned 21. Well now most of us just turned 21 this year, and the rest of you next year...We've reached the age of adulthood. At 16 we could drive a car, at 18 we could vote, buy a lottery ticket, and buy cigarettes (for those of you who smoke), at 21 we can legally drink, now the only thing that's next is just waiting to hear when each of us is getting engaged, married, and start having babies. For some of you, this has already happened! Well congatulations to those of you. Well enough of thinking either into the past or into the future. I have such boring posts...but I guess that's just me!
Well, I guess it's back to folding laundry and doing the dishes!
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| In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was
left was the ugly black one.
In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as
you walked through the scary halls.
In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.
In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus.
In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-do-ing with Nasty Nick or Smelly Susan.
In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.
In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.
In seventh grade your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had.
In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old
baseball but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears.
In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who would go to a party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there.
In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their schedule so you would have someone to sit with
at lunch.
In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you
shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you a date to the prom.
In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college/university, assured you that you would get into that college/university, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go...
At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could
give as they congratulated you.
The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for the university and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to give you reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years,
and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved.
Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal
with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you! Pass on to those friends of the past, and those of the future...and those you have met along the way...[crying yet? oh there's more]
Thank you for being a friend. No matter where we go or who we become, never forget who helped us get there. There's never a wrong time to pick up a phone or send a message telling your friends how much you miss them or how much you love
them. You know who you are, pass it on to someone who you want to remind. So send this to all your friends and maybe those who aren't but just watch and see who sends it back. If you love someone, tell them. Remember always to say what you mean. Never be afraid to express yourself. Take this opportunity to tell someone what they mean to you. Seize the day and have no regrets.Most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today and are what it's all about anyway. Pass this along to your friends. Let it make a difference in your day and theirs. The difference between expressing love and having regrets is that the regrets may stay around forever. | | |
| 1. First grade teacher's name: Mrs. Walker
2. Last person you kissed: Geoff
3. Last word you said: see-ya!
4. Last song you sang? the Folger's coffee theme song..."the best part of waking up, is Folger's in your cup!"
5. Last person you hugged: Geoff
6. Last thing you laughed at: Geoff being funny
7. What's in your CD player: Rockapella
8. Who is your favorite star/s: Jessica Simpson and Cameron Mathison (from All My Children)
9. What socks are you wearing: none
10. What's under your bed: storage for clothes
11. Current status: tired, I was up late last night from Halloween, and then I had to be up at 6:30am today to be at work by 7:45am.
12. Current taste: Dr. Pepper...yummm
13. Current Hairstyle: in a ponytail
14. Current clothes: Huge gray sweatpants and a Kelly Clarkson teeshirt (I got it from working her concert here at Purdue)
15. Current Hate: none
16. Current longing:Cheesecake Factory Cheesecake
17. Current desktop picture: the Sox winning the World Series pic!
18. Current worry: do I have any cavities? Going to the Dentist on Thursday...
19. Current Love: Geoff
20. Story behind your username: my last name and a fun number!
21. Current favorite article of clothing: I have a new teal color pullover longsleeve shirt that makes me look slightly skinner!
22. Favorite physical feature(s) of a girl/guy: eyes
23. Last CD that you bought: BIG the Musical...I had to replace the old one I had...I finally ruined a CD!
24. Favorite place to be: my bedroom right now...my new bed is just so perfect!
25. Least favorite place: work...though it's a nice place, it's just not like the Highland store.
26. Time you wake up in the morning: 7am on M,W,F for school, and then usually 9am on days that I have to work at 2pm or 6:30am on days I have to work at 8am.
27. If you could play a new instrument, what would it be?: violin
29. Current favorite word/saying:sweetheart
30. Favorite book: Wicked, To Kill a Mockingbird, and all Harry Potter books.
31. Favorite Movies: Monster's INC., Breakfast at Tiffany's
34. One person from your past you wish you could go back and talk to: all 3 of my grandparents who have passed away
35. Favorite day: any day that I'm off!
36. Where do you want to go: right where I am! Purdue!!
37. What is your career going to be: elementary education...so a grade school teacher!
38. Who is your best friend/s: Ashley, Mandy, Tina
39. Dated one of your best friends? nope
40. A random lyric: The best part of waking up, is Folgers in your cup!
41. Eye Color: blue, but they change depending on what I wear
42. Hair Color: brownish red
43. Righty or Lefty: righty
45. Zodiac Sign: Leo
46. Innie or Outtie: innie.
47. Your heritage: dads side - German, Italian, and Polish moms side - Irish and Chech
48. The shoes you wore today: Rocket Dog's
49. Your hair: see above
50. Your weakness: i worry too much
51. Your fears: failure
52. Your most recent secret?: hmmm...it wouldn't be a secret if I said something, now would it?
54. Your thoughts first waking up: here comes another day!
55. The first feature you notice in the opposite sex: height
56. Your bedtime: 10:30 or 11pm
57. Your most missed companion: Matt R. and Aaron V. and my puppy Zoe, and my bro Matt
58. Your perfect pizza: thick crust cheese
59. Sweet and Chewy or Salty and Crunchy: sweet and chewy
60. Single or group dates: single dates,
61. Dogs or Cats: doggies, but kitties are nice too
62. Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: lipton
63. Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla
64. Cappuccino or coffee?: actually a Carmel Maccihato from StarBucks
65. Smoke: nope
DO YOU?
66. Curse: sometimes
67. Sing: nonstop
68. Take a shower everyday: yup yup
69. Have a crush: well I've been with him for over 5 years now, so yep!
71. Think you've been in love: I am
72. Want to go to college: I'm already in my 3rd year
73. Want more than what you got: yep!
74. Want to get married: yes
75. Type with your fingers in the right place: yes, i can't imagine not typing like that!
76. Think you're attractive: occassionally
77. Think you're a health freak: lol, definitely...NOT!
78. Get along with your parents: ALWAYS! They are my 2 best friends!!!
79. Play an instrument: piano/keyboards, but definately not like I use to be able too!
80. Drink: yep, I'm of age!
HAVE YOU...
82. Done a drug: no
83. Made Out: sure!
84. Gone on a date: yeah
85. Eaten an entire box of Oreos: yuck!
86. Eaten sushi?: ew, no way
87. Been dumped: no
88. Made homemade cookies: yes.
89. Caused a fire: yeah, but dad came to the rescue!
90. Gone skinny dipping: no, i don't have enough self-esteem to dare trying it, lol
91. Dyed your hair: yes. different shades of reds and browns!
92. Stolen anything: Nope
93. Had too much to drink: a few times back in highschool
94. Been caught cheating: nope, and I HAVE NEVER CHEATED!
95. Been called a tease: yeah, many of times by a guy with the name of Adam
96. Gotten beaten up: nope
97. Changed who you were to fit in: NEVER!
98. Cried at something beautiful: yes...i cry when people sing, when a performance is spectular, and when I get to a vacation destination that is just perfect!
99. Spent too much money on something you didnt need? yes!
100. Cried when someone died? ALWAYS...I am just to damn emotional! | | |
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