tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793297689843811882024-03-19T14:54:52.840-07:00uniquely meMacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-87069795362935619142012-03-27T19:44:00.001-07:002012-03-27T19:56:05.723-07:00I miss you.This isn't to one person in particular, but to many.<br />
I miss my family. <br />
I miss those who used to be my best friends whom I hung out with everyday and talked to for hours.<br />
I miss the good ol' days.<br />
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It's all because of change.<br />
You've changed.<br />
I've changed.<br />
Some of it really isn't for the better.<br />
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It makes my heart sink to think about it.<br />
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I want to start talking to everyone, but it's hard, I would have to keep some sort of list.<br />
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If we haven't talked in forever, please, say hi. It would totally make my day.Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-90505780693824168592012-01-02T00:07:00.000-08:002012-01-02T00:09:14.437-08:00Rambles<span style="font-size: large;">I'm addicted to perfume. I own over 30 bottles of it. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I have acquired a fetish for blankets. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">sometimes I save text's that make me laugh. for example. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Emily - I swear. If you abandon me on new years eve. I will punch you in the ovaries.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Father Figure - Are you taking a friend to be your wing man that's right I said Wong man. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">(fail dad, epic fail)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I laugh to much in bad situations. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I'm becoming awkward. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I no longer sleep...I drink monsters instead.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I got a tramp stamp on new years eve. (a fake one duh) </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">If and when I do sleep it's usually on my neck weird and I'm certain I will have a weird hunch back by the age of 25. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My birthday is in exactly one month. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The world is supposedly ending this year. Let's live it up! </span><br />
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</span>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-22203561718707508202011-12-25T21:19:00.000-08:002011-12-25T21:57:54.167-08:002011, you've been good.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Welcome to a recap of my twenty-eleven year.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">January:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The very beginning of my year looked something like this...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IKFbTZ5Dp0c/TvLiQ0zQK_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/q-D8C4FKTDg/s1600/DSCN5624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IKFbTZ5Dp0c/TvLiQ0zQK_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/q-D8C4FKTDg/s320/DSCN5624.JPG" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ynn3KwDWD8E/TvLiZcTKRQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_tFqX9ieymM/s1600/DSCN5630.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ynn3KwDWD8E/TvLiZcTKRQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_tFqX9ieymM/s320/DSCN5630.JPG" width="240" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">4:30 AM on January 1st I believe is when that very first picture was taken. All of us staying in Kelsie's room. The bottom picture is as follows...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cinderella - Zoe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Belle - Nicole</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ariel - Kaylee</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Aurora - Kelsie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Snow white - Emily</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jasmine - Me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">My best friend Katy turned 16 on January 2nd :)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">In January we also celebrated Martin Luther King jr day. Were we go to Los Hermanos and also celebrate my birthday even though it's two weeks after. </span></li>
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My studly nephew was also born on January 25th</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ruyq7huYNM/TvLkMqQaSjI/AAAAAAAAALA/uL0m6D7Kw44/s1600/DSCN5748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ruyq7huYNM/TvLkMqQaSjI/AAAAAAAAALA/uL0m6D7Kw44/s320/DSCN5748.JPG" width="240" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: red; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">February:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">on the 2nd we celebrated ground hogs day:)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Oh.. And my sweet 16!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I got a car.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I became legal to date.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">life was good.</span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Frankly I don't remember anything else that happened that month.. haha</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">moving on.</span></div><div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">March:</span></div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">My brother turned 26 </span></li>
</ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">My best friend Kelsie turned 16 on March 13:)</span></li>
</ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">I asked Cole to Morp.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">I attended the color festival for the first time</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">and I got asked to prom. :)</span></li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We could've said "It isn't 'kool' to get 'aids' but decided against it..</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm still finding random colored chalk places... </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pop the balloons to figure out who!</span></td></tr>
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</span></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">April:</span></div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">I replied to prom.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Spirit bowl as a sophomore. 2013!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Easter</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Prom:)</span></li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yes Allan, I would love to go to prom with you:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Spirit bowl:) class color blue. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Easter</span></td></tr>
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</span></div><div style="color: #b4a7d6; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">May:</span></div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">My niece got baptized.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">I ran after the ice cream truck like when I was 7.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">I attended morp with Cole.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">We put the dog I've had for most my life down.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">I met two boys that became my best friends. </span></li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cole's answer. It was under the cookie tray he said yes:)</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dakota, me, Kelsey. Seven peaks where I was basically dragged onto the boomerang and also called a hippo.. "a very fit hippo" mind you. </span></td></tr>
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</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">June:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">graduated from being a sophomore to a junior:)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Took Steggell on his first date</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">My sister turned 28 </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Became sick with Bronchitis.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">My best friend Zoe turned 16</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">I abused the pass of all passes.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">summer fest and strawberry days. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">all my friends came together without it being planned, we partied.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">YCL retreat.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Temple visits with Kels</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">St george with the girls in my family</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Girlie Camp </span></li>
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</span></div><div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">July:</span></div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Celebrated 7/11's birthday with free slurpees! (that weren't free)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Played in the rain</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Went to the Owl city concert</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Got whip lash from go karts..</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Efy:):)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Still sick...</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">The final harry potter</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">My best friend Mo kwok (emilys) 16 birthday:)</span></li>
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</span></div><div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">August:</span></div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Katy and I got our money stolen and I got my license stolen at Seven peaks (precisely the day I became legal to drive friends)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">My best friend Kaylee turned 16</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">St george with Zoe:)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Cando trip with the beefs</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Youth confrence</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">still sick.. just fyi. </span> </li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">I managed a football team</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">School started and Kelsie became a t-wolf!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">I got asked to homecoming:)</span></li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Good thing her license didn't get stolen cause she was the one who drove.. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Visiting our bestest efy friends when Zoe and I went to st geezy </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Becoming kesha at 4 in the morning. And also getting locked outside </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Youth conference. Rooming with Katy. One of the funnest nights. </span></td></tr>
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">September:</span></span></div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Homecoming with Koy:)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Still sick. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Matching kool aid shirts. Seems legit. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">My best friend Nicoles 17 birthday</span></li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This boy was my absolute favorite... He was so much more than just my best friend. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We own the same shirt so we always have to wear them on the same day now:) This kid is a stud. Watch out girls. </span></td></tr>
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</span></div><div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">October:</span></div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Columbus day</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Sadies</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">The entire football team winked for me as I froze my butt off. And I gave them back massages. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Healed! </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Early morning kneaders</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Delievered cupcakes</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">mom and dads bdays </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">longboarded the canyon</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Halloween:)</span></li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Kam answering me to Sadies </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We deliver cupcakes to people and take fail pictures</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Haunted Forest:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sadies! Hobos scraight off the screet. </span></td></tr>
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</span></div><div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">November:</span></div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">My heart was <strike>broken.</strike></span></li>
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<ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Celebrated 11-11-11 at 11:11 with Jadon and Koy at the "T"</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></li>
</ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Four way kiss with dakota, katy, and maddie</span> </li>
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<ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">First hockey game with Zach.</span></li>
</ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">thanksgiving and black friday.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></li>
</ul><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">I grew out a mustache?</span></li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Katy is not seen in this picture. We basically kissed via donut. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Denny's at 3:30 in the morning black friday:)</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">Dece</span><span style="color: #38761d;">mber:</span></span></div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">I had a much needed girls night with Kelsie</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">My sweet "twin sister" Maddie turned 16</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">I attended the football banquet because I managed the football team for so many months. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">I baby sat my nieces and nephews.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">I spent the very first few minutes of my christmas eve with jace and dakota. so fun:)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Opened Christmas presents at 4:45.. in the afternoon. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Celebrated the End of a good year:) </span></li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Let's just eat our feelings and watch P.S. I love you</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cameron is my grandchild. Don't worry about it. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I love this boy:) such a babe. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Remember my nephew born in January? Told ya he was a stud. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Greatest person alive :)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Buffest most quality guy!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The sister wives.. We talk in English accents. Please acknowledge kotas beautiful flow. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Annual Christmas eve play date with Kay :) </span></td></tr>
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</span></div>I've had so many things happen to me this year. Some good, some bad. But it's been a very good year and I can't wait to see what 2012 brings!<br />
<span id="goog_1842730267"></span><span id="goog_1842730268"></span>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-18650921331032639402011-12-19T22:25:00.000-08:002011-12-19T22:26:24.417-08:003 things.<div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">There are three things I would like to discuss with ya'll tonight. </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">They are not related in anyway whatsoever.</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Number 1: </span></b></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The wrong number.</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Phone rings and it's a number you don't know, you answer it though assuming its one of your friends.</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Hello?"</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Hi, carol?"</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Carol? wtf?</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"No sorry I think you have the wrong number" I tend to smile over the phone even though the other person cant see it..</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Oh this isn't the Christensen household?" No lady, I'm pretty positive you just have the wrong number.</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"No this isn't" Smiling is still intact.</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Oh sorry" Now she just sounds snotty like its MY fault she dialed the wrong number.</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"You're good"</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Yup." *Click* She hung up. </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Calls from wrong numbers are just uncomfortable whether you be the receiver or the dialer. </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Number 2:</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Talking to ones self.</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I tend to do this a lot... I find myself alone a lot in my house so I just talk freely. It keeps me sane.. Or.. Maybe I've already lost my marbles. </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I gotta be careful with this though.. I'm starting to talk to myself other places. Like PUBLIC places. *gasp*</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The worst for me is when I'm taking a test and I work out the equation by whispering to myself. I'm thoroughly sure my classmates all think I have gone insane. </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Macy's talking to herself again. Nbd. </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Number 3:</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The drive through.</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Another one of lifes many awkward moments. You pull up to the drive through and hopefully you already have in mind what you want to order so the employee doesn't think of you as an idiot when they ask, "Hi may I take your order?" and you end up saying stuff along the lines of... "Uh.. I'll uh.. Have the uh.. hmm.."And you can just feel them rolling their eyes at you.</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The worst part of this though is when the speaker is slowly breaking so all you hear is static electricity and you just have to guess on what they're asking you from past experience. I had something like this happened to me today..</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sonic drive through.</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Hi may I take your order?"</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Hi yeah can I get a medium cherry diet coke and a medium strawberry dr pepper"</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">.....</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Sorry say that again"</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">(sigh)</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"CAN I GET A MEDIUM CHERRY DIET COKE AND STRAWBERRY DR PEPPER??"</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Is that all?" </span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Yes"</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Alright a med cherry diet coke and a strawberry dr pepper. Is that all?"</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">(I already said yes you moron)</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Nope I'm good." yet after I said that I realized he didn't say is that all... He just told me the price and so I awkwardly drove up in hopes he didn't hear that last part.</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Btw.. He was attractive.</span></div><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">Macy's being an idiot again. The usual. </span>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-52075844710959086702011-12-07T15:56:00.000-08:002011-12-07T15:58:44.657-08:00Snapped.<span style="font-size: large;">You know that point where you get </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">so stressed that you snap and go into hysterics? </span><br />
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<i style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: small;">...I've reached it. </span></i><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;">Goodbye Sanity,</span></span></i></div><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: small;"><i style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's been real. </span></i></span></span>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-15385051369404235842011-12-02T23:42:00.000-08:002011-12-02T23:42:43.203-08:00Be forewarned.<span style="font-size: large;">This is a post where I don't care if you read it but it's just my way of getting my feelings out. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today I hung out with one of my best friends Kelsie, I haven't hung out with her in forever and I was stoked. We went to cafe rio, shopped at the mall for four hours, bought ice cream and came back to my house to watch a sappy movie. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We watched P.S. I love you and I teared up a lot during this movie. Kelsie let me talk to her about everything going on in my life and it was so nice because I have honestly just missed her because work and homework consume her life. It's been a hard couple of days/weeks. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We went to chevron and I told her I would pay for hot chocolate. So we walked into the gas station hair piled on my head, sweats, hoodie, and barely any makeup. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We get up to the front to pay only to find I'm like 50 cents short... Oh no. I frantically looked for change and I felt like a fool. The worker finally told me that he would only charge me for one. I was so grateful that he did that. Thanking him we left. Getting into the car I finally just lost it and bawled. Kelsie was probably freaked because I had either</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">1) lost it and gone hysterical</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">2) something must really be wrong because I never cry like this</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We drove to a park and talked some more and she just let me get out everything I just have bottled in.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I'm so sick of trying to be strong. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I'm just so glad for decent people out there. </span><br />
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I'm feeling a little better.Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-18645233465611799092011-11-27T21:20:00.000-08:002011-11-30T19:38:42.624-08:00Stirrings.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">What is a stirring? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A stirring is a feeling you get in the pit of your stomach (maybe its those butterflies)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">What causes them? Usually the male species, or just being hormonal. PMS anyone?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">If you have ever read the book "the giver" you will know exactly what these stirrings are.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Stirrings</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">by me.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As I looked upon the slits in my wrist I think of a time when I was normal...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Then I looked at his six pack and thought, 'mmh'</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And thus the stirrings began.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Thank you.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This was a poem me and my friends made up... No, I'm not that depressed. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">What can cure this?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">either</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">1) a boy</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">2) lying in a heap of mess (aka fetal position)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">3) ice cream, friends... and usually a lot of obnoxious crying. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwCYVhOu0aft7ZGwuMw5AaoSZ0vuMav3701D7xSHG2Oi4M-ZsZWIRlzsajfXO4TfQJsVB6Wh5ET3gvufwW92A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-60741504511513567842011-11-26T00:05:00.000-08:002011-11-26T00:05:21.781-08:00Mayhaps it's deprivation of sleep.<span style="font-size: large;">Mayhaps: a combination of perhaps and maybe. </span><br />
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The past few nights have been amusing to me... But that might be because I am sleep deprived. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Thanksgiving; stuffed myself. nothing big there. I became obese and was immediately put on the atkins diet. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Me and my three cousins were stuck downstairs at the kids table.. Which shouldn't really be called a kids table, its more like the "outcast" or "none old people" </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">My cousin who has just found her photography skills took pictures of moi. (It was at this moment I decided that I like to act super cheesy in "profesh model businesses" probably why I will never be hired..) </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Then night fell amongst us.. The cool crisp air shivered in the wind.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">(deep right?)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Anywho,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">11:00 came and I drove to pick up my dearest friend Kaylee and we zoomed off to kohls. A line was already in formation from those who wanted their blenders and food mixers. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This is black friday. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It was a terribly long wait, as kaylee talked to zoe on the phone I stood there breathing in the cigarrete smoke from surrounding personages. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I may or may not have turned into a savage on this night..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Making eye contact with someone and you both have that blood lust in your eyes. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Kaylee and I had only one thing on our minds as midnight came and customers were being let inside. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To get the food mixures that her mom so badly needed. We rushed inside and obtained two of them and got in line. After waiting in line for forever we reached the front only to find out that kay couldn't just use her moms debit card her mom had to be there... So we waited as her mom finished her stuff up at target and joined us. While we waited we looked at clothes. Kicking the boxes with the mixures in it so we would have to carry them. I got two shirts.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Her mom came, bought the mixures, we left. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We drove around for a little bit before deciding to stop by Target. We walked in and basically walked right back out. The line for check out wrapped around the entire store.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Screw that.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We left target and tried to find any gas station that may be open so we could get some dr peppers. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">No luck.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Denny's 3:30 am</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We ate at denny's and luckily were seated pretty quick even though the food came out like an hour later...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Stuffed and content we drove back to Kay's house were we didn't fall asleep for another hour or so because we laid in her bed and chatted about the male species.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Asleep at 5</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Wake up at 10:30</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I stayed at Kaylee's for a few more hours and then traveled home.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I drove to the bank only to find it closed.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Freaking heck.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I colored my hair black.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">then at around 6:30 I met up with Kaylee once again but we picked Mo up to come with us.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Blasted 'grease' in kaylee's car as the bass was turned up high.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We sang at the top of our lungs.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We went to the mall. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"she" was there.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Kaylee took five years shopping but we finally left... After I had awkwardly said hi to the thirty people I saw there that I knew.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Wendys.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">then breaking dawn at 10</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Kaylee and I spread ourselves out on the theater chairs, exhausted, as Emily watched contently</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I thought I might die from lack of sleep.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The drive home was just..odd. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I ate cereal. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I need sleep.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Goodnight. </span>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-76630796092808935882011-11-16T21:40:00.000-08:002011-11-16T21:49:54.306-08:00I shouldn't be allowed to go grocery shopping by myself<span style="font-size: large;">Have you ever just been sittin' around when the craving to eat a certain something comes on strong and you realize you don't own that thing at your house?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This happened to me today.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Er.. Tonight at like 9:30 so me being tired didn't make this night any better. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I was reading when the urge to eat cereal hit me, hit me hard. But not any cereal... Frosted Flakes.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Now here's the thing... I can't go to the grocery store by myself because I always end up having some sort of bad experience or mental break down. But I thought, "It's just cereal not too bad." </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So I throw on a mans jacket (because you always have to look as lazy and comfortable as you can when running to the store) and slip on some shoes (no worries I had pants but they aren't to great so they don't get much of a mention)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And I was on my way to winco</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Question: Why is winco so crowded on a Wednesday night? Like more so than I've seen Saturdays. It baffled me. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So I walked around wondering whether it was worth it to actually stand in line for so long seeing as I was only buying cereal...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I decided to try Maceys.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As I walked into the store I realized my wallet was still in the car, I pivoted and walked speedly back to my car.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">When I walked in side I was spinning my keys around when I walked by a few boys... I dropped my keys right infront of them, picked them up like nothing happened and walked away quickly. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Then I had to decide which size of cereal to get and I came to the knowledge I only had enough for the smaller kind (just barely enough, I would have murdered someone if I didn't have enough for either. No one mess with me)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I picked up the box and dropped it.. Picked it up and dropped it.. again. The worker by me in the cereal isle just stared. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">When I finally got a grip I went to go see if they had any doughnut samples left...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Empty.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I just needed to get home before I lost it.. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The girl who checked out my one box of cereal seemed to take ages because she was talking to another on of her coworkers.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I'm right here, no big. Take your time. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I grabbed my newly bought box of cereal and rushed out to my car, I passed by two creepers that stared me down the entire time.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I got home, ate my bowl of cereal.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And now here I am realizing how stupid that whole process was just to obtain something so undermining as that.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGmhHB6nKAeQnTA3xh7rLXWStqm9ZrH9gwXSTJZucOH5bBR_7U7DKlx-3PqxhsojELXM-zWtRYvHVXfPB-vhIAaHw5ZB2Okc-B4G6Tbq5rSPjQnLH3HaadzDUos4EfTDWUBoTAr7OIlKN/s1600/Photo+on+2011-11-16+at+22.35+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGmhHB6nKAeQnTA3xh7rLXWStqm9ZrH9gwXSTJZucOH5bBR_7U7DKlx-3PqxhsojELXM-zWtRYvHVXfPB-vhIAaHw5ZB2Okc-B4G6Tbq5rSPjQnLH3HaadzDUos4EfTDWUBoTAr7OIlKN/s320/Photo+on+2011-11-16+at+22.35+%25232.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"> Btw, I really shouldn't paint nails either.. Look at those beauts. </span>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-77022231598876739452011-11-15T15:13:00.000-08:002011-11-15T15:19:14.774-08:00Oh, It's one of those days.<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Today's been one of those..</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">Crap classes</span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br />
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<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">Soda machine doesn't work at sonic during happy hour thus causing me to not obtain a strawberry dr pepper and to have to go home in depression</span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br />
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<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">Gas lights been on for a while</span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br />
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<div style="font-family: inherit;"><strike><span style="font-size: large;">I see you with her.</span></strike></div><strike><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></strike><br />
<div style="font-family: inherit;"><strike><span style="font-size: large;">People ask me how we are doing,</span></strike></div><strike><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></strike><br />
<div style="font-family: inherit;"><strike><span style="font-size: large;">I tell them not too good. </span></strike></div><strike><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></strike><br />
<div style="font-family: inherit;"><strike><span style="font-size: large;">Reminding me once again,</span></strike></div><strike><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></strike><br />
<div style="font-family: inherit;"><strike><span style="font-size: large;">That you are with her. </span></strike><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I deserve better anyway, right?</span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br />
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<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">Not feeling to pretty</span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Invisible</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">Walk around in a daze </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just obnoxiously cold </span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">kind of day. </span>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-69470897420091851152011-11-09T20:04:00.000-08:002011-11-09T20:04:38.449-08:00Come on old man<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Suppose you're in a hurry, speeding down the streets, avoiding any sort of patrolman, when a car swerves out in front of you from out of nowhere. It's the oldsmobile, and you know whats coming. You groan as your cars speed decreases by twenty. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's the Grandma/Grandpa drivers. (you don't even have to be old, but, if you drive like this I will call you a grandma or grandpa)</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">We all know this feeling.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm pretty sure old people just sit around any corner or crevice they can while parked in their car until they see one of us speedy people heading down the streets. And then their plans are set into motion, engine starts and they pull out in front of you. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">So deceitful. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">You're already running late and you arrive even later than planned because of this situation, and all you can do is grumble that the car infront of you was going 15 in a 25 Anything under 20 in painfully slow though. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">How do you spot these people?</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">They come to complete and I mean COMPLETE stop... Sitting there for ten seconds.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">When turning or stopping they slow down about 50 feet ahead of wherever they will be turning (or stopping) making their car come to a crawl.. As you tail gate them, maybe then they'll get the message.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Swerving usually comes, the driver is not sure of his destination so he creeps into the left turn lane and then realizes its a nada and drifts right back to where he was nearly hitting you. The unfortunate soul behind them. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm not saying its bad to drive safe, duh.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">But it's almost not safe to drive too safe...If that makes sense. </span></div>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-33586631304599761582011-11-07T23:00:00.000-08:002011-11-07T23:00:05.410-08:00Fish.<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I like to delete my facebook account every now and again, although it usually sparks back up within a few days. It makes me feel a tad bit rebellious though. Like I'm not going with the flow I'm heading down stream instead of up with the rest of my friends.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Keeping on this same note of water creatures.. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">There are plenty of fish in the sea. (there I said it)</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
Questions always come to mind,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">did he really care? I think so... Or he just had amazing enough patient to put up with me.</span></li>
</ul><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">Is he going to read this blog post and know its about him? This I'm not sure on because now that he's officially through with me I have nothing left for him to be of interest. He most likely doesn't even remember this exist.</span></li>
</ul><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">If he does read this then, hey bud whats up?? </span></div><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">The term "cold shoulder" comes to mind now when I think of him or you depending on who is reading this. </span></li>
</ul><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Meh, I'll be fine.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">He's the one that's gotta look out for a torpedoing mob of people who do care for me. Shocker, someone cares!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mmh a plethora of dogs when I'm older? Deal, who needs a husband. I'm not cat lady though. Cats have issues. Speak for the people!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Speaking of which our divorce was never final boy! Ya know.. From our fake marriage.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Psht.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm happy.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">That's the only thing I'm learning from this ordeal. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Stay happy.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-64864533725611777672011-10-27T15:55:00.000-07:002011-10-27T15:55:22.002-07:00Sometimes... I have to write concert reports.<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Basically I don't put any time or effort into these and I decide to post them on my blog for the world to see. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Please excuse my lack of punctuation and error in this... Like I said, no effort whatsoever. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</style> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Macy (the champion) Chilton</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">A3</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Concert Report</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Orem’s Choir Concert: Out of the darkness… Into the light. </span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">So the performers started off stage, in the auditorium, with little candlelights, the music started and they started to sing. What’s this? The song sounds vaguely familiar… That would be Carmina Burana they are singing. How dare they copy us! Eh hem. Anyway, as they sang this song they shuffled onto the stage. It didn’t look much like a good walk. It clearly was a shuffle. I felt like they were gonna start tripping over each other, causing a huge fiasco.<span> </span>Now let me tell you… Our version was so much more babe like.<span> </span>It wasn’t as powerful and as strong. Too bad Orem, maybe next time you wont try to copy us.</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span> </span>They redeemed themselves on the next song. The girls were amazing. Altos and sopranos. I give them props. </span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">After their third song they ran off the risers, literally ran.<span> </span>And then threw themselves off the stage! I swear one kid did like a flip. After that ruckus A Cappella mosied their way onto the stage coming from the left side. They sang a song in which we sung last year. Once again, we dominated. (like we did in football against them… just sayin’) The girls facials are pretty good but the guys just looked ticked off, bored, and like they could be doing something else at that moment. </span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not gonna lie, I was bored to tears. No enthusiasm what.so.ever.</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">A kid touched his face… My eyes flickered from my program and peered into his soul. How dare he touch his face during a performance!? I’ll scold him afterwards. </span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">They sang a medley for Ragtime… Sopranos were awful. Which is sad to say because they are one of mine. A soprano, we have to stay strong. </span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lastly… The choir director called up all the Alumni for the last song. I decided to join them.</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I now am apart of the alumni for Orem high school. No biggie. </span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The end <span style="font-family: Wingdings;"><span>:)</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWdBuvSyyzfYFLnGyj6nguMc3Fb4kBchoo6ngGAdR0bUly4zZ-oASSIDxflUZK7EeRdwr07M6MGeAknCL8wk7ogX5beH1v_Wu1TB-LtuXQpT9a-MgqDMsZElbf7U0Qd1Nz-5d0v7PmSTaf/s1600/309785_2620920561734_1216790712_33190539_677728474_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWdBuvSyyzfYFLnGyj6nguMc3Fb4kBchoo6ngGAdR0bUly4zZ-oASSIDxflUZK7EeRdwr07M6MGeAknCL8wk7ogX5beH1v_Wu1TB-LtuXQpT9a-MgqDMsZElbf7U0Qd1Nz-5d0v7PmSTaf/s320/309785_2620920561734_1216790712_33190539_677728474_n.jpg" width="239" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span> This beautiful drawing would be the only thing that kept Dakota and I sane for an hour. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Please enjoy trying to figure out this masterpiece. </span></span> </div>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-16558119923355229442011-10-14T14:38:00.000-07:002011-10-14T14:38:07.610-07:00Nightly Habits<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have weird nightly habits. And no, this isn't like 8 or 9 I'm talking like 2 in the morning.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Listen up:</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Around 2 each night (sometimes it changes but its usually this time) I wake up and just crave cereal I honestly have no clue why... So I sneak down to my kitchen, pour myself a bowl of fruit loops and then go back to my room to eat. While I'm eating I watch my TV and always get engrossed in the show that's playing. Thus causing me to lose about another hour of sleep. I don't really know why I can't go back to sleep. Every time I wake up in the middle of the night I feel like I need to move around for a bit. And then I can fall asleep just fine.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">..Pretty sure I haven't slept through a full night in forever.</span></div>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-23594565202946485352011-10-08T18:10:00.001-07:002011-10-08T18:30:20.774-07:00For those who care to know..<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am healed...I think.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Let me give you a little back ground story of what this means.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">So going back to June I woke up with a tickle in my throat, didn't think much of it.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">As the day progressed it came a tad worse but I thought it would be gone by the next day.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I woke up the next day with sore throat status, still didn't think much, this happened from time to time and I just had to let it pass after a few days..</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">It got worse.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">One Sunday I woke up, voice gone. Completely.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I had to sing in church this Sunday too... That didn't happen. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">A few days later voice came back but I was still sick. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Weeks passed and I was not getting better... About three weeks later we decided it was time for the IHC.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bronchitis.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was given meds and sent on my merry way.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">The medicine sucked to take, it made me way sick as it was helping me get better.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I got better about mid July. Or so I thought. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">August came, I woke up with that same tickle.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Crap.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">It got worse but not as bad as it was in June.. About a week passed and we decided to go to the IHC again.. They gave me medication but it did nothing just made me sick to my stomach, thats all.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">More weeks passed and all I had was this constant, hacking cough. People at school had started to become so accustomed to this cough they would know when I was near by when they heard it.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was so not ready to become known as the sickly girl at school. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Back to the IHC for round three.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">They took an X-ray to see if I had anything wrong with my lungs.. Thankfully no.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was now given two medications, an anti inflammatory and an inhaler to see if it was some sort of asthma.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Once again I was made sick to my stomach by these drugs.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">But...</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">A few days ago I coughed less.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">and less.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Two days ago I didn't cough at all.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">My stomach stopped hurting.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I didn't want to Jinx myself.</span><span style="font-size: large;">I had been sick for about four months straight. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have yet to cough today and I feel fine.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Am I better? </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I think so:)</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">If not then it was a good few days of being fine.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">But I'm looking on the bright side.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-74488798725928243832011-09-30T14:03:00.000-07:002011-09-30T14:03:26.244-07:00Todays Moto:<div style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Fake it till you make it."</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">All of today this is what was having to go through my head... </span></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">And its hard, I'm not gonna lie. </span>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-68371447331069632032011-09-14T21:03:00.000-07:002011-09-14T21:03:31.934-07:00Alright boys,<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Alright boys listen up,</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">So multiple times this happens to me..</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">(Text message from some sort of babe)</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Babe: "Hey we should hang out sometime:)"</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Me: "Yeah for sure!"</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Babe: "When should we?"</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Me: "Uhm I dunno? Thursday?"</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Babe: "Okay cool:)"</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Thursday comes and goes.. Did I hang out with that babe? No.</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">I'm changing this.</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Boys if you really want to hang out with a girl you have got to put forth the effort and not just expect the girl to make plans. One of the things that bugs me is when a guy wants to hang out but he makes you make up every single little detail that you will be doing for that day. If the girl ask you to hang out then that's fine but if you ask a girl then have something in mind, have when and where, and make sure it actually happens! </span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Because you'll probably never end up hanging out if you don't put your foot forward.</span>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-65335970763654381602011-09-04T17:30:00.000-07:002011-09-04T17:32:14.346-07:00Water Girl.<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am on the football team.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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Okay... I don't actually play for the team but I am the team manager... Aka the water girl.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now some people may say, "Doesn't that suck?" Well it has its pro's and con's lets weigh ehm out.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">The con(s):</span></div><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">Super time consuming; I have to go to practices Tues and wed from 3-6 on Thursdays soph and jv have a game and that takes me out of school at around 1 and doesn't get me home till 9. And then varsity on Friday which is 5:30-9 so yes alot of my time is spent with that.</span></li>
</ul><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">I've never heard so many swears in my life.</span></li>
</ul><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">When the boys lose its like PMS central. </span></li>
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pros:</span></div><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">The men, super attractive, they've gotten to know me better as a person.</span></li>
</ul><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">This is kinda shallow sounding but yes my popularity, I feel, has sky rocketed.</span></li>
</ul><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">I get to be on the field up close.</span></li>
</ul><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">the bus rides are hecka fun. </span></li>
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Some funny things that happen to me from this is that I've realized the men would probably die without the water girls.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Exhibit A: Austin, yelling to his parents for Ibuprofen but they cannot hear him over the crowd. I come out of nowhere and say I have some in my bag which I give to him. He praises me and walks away. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Exhibit B: A time out is called in which the water girls have to rush over to the boys who are now being coached by the coach and being told what to do next as us water girls hand water to the boys. Bryson, number 5, frantically yells, "I need someone to tie my shoe!" I kneel down and tie his shoe. He graciously says thank you and how much he appreciates us and once again more praising before running out onto the field.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yes... The men do smell. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yes... If we lose the men are so grumpy its often annoying</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yes... Some boys whom I would never expect to swear drop a bomb sometimes... </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">...But I love it.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's an experience that I can now take with me.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">But seriously..</span></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">I deserve an Emmy. </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpAznDZNgnVb89vmPPGieXfLOkcxrj7LocTfzWBScCfN1QPXS5LY7Xi19S9o3kvxNv6PVnIPPSzBQiUB9GvuxlfbtsDaYcxWHQa-tlskw6Fwn39LdG1kvEtT7SgiU8BzdoilIiZJm3JKMH/s1600/DSCN7974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpAznDZNgnVb89vmPPGieXfLOkcxrj7LocTfzWBScCfN1QPXS5LY7Xi19S9o3kvxNv6PVnIPPSzBQiUB9GvuxlfbtsDaYcxWHQa-tlskw6Fwn39LdG1kvEtT7SgiU8BzdoilIiZJm3JKMH/s320/DSCN7974.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-67298686371952785682011-07-31T18:09:00.000-07:002011-07-31T18:09:16.321-07:00Optimist vs. Pessimist<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have this friend, I think he's absolutely amazing. When something bad happens to him you would never know because he always is happy, he is one of those people who you want to be around. He just looks on the brighter things in life. aka an optimist.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">But then... They're are also people I know that just love taking their issues out on others. the pessimist. When they're having a bad day and things aren't going their way they will be in a bad mood and you don't want to be around them. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I always ask myself... Which one am I? </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
I love being happy, but sometimes when I'm in a bad mood I will snap at you. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was thinking about this in a little more detail and came up to this conclusion...</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Happiness is my thing but I'm not a complete optimist. If things in my life are crappy no one knows about them because I won't let myself be the moopy one because I don't want to ruin other peoples fun. But If I am just in a bad mood then I usually just won't talk to people. So they don't know anyway. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I wish I could be more of an optimist than what I am... Just constantly smiling. Honestly, those people amaze me. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I think it's all in what you could call the "placebo affect" except you don't take any sort of pill or medication. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">The mind is a huge thing, If you keep thinking downer thoughts then you're life will "Suck" as you put it. But if you keep smiling and force yourself through it then life will be great. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Don't blame your unhappiness on others... Because in reality its all your doing and thinking thats making you unhappy. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Everyday just wake up, blast some music, look at yourself in the mirror and say "I'm a sexy beast, Today is going to be amazing." And then dance around and sing. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">If you have confidence in yourself others will see it. Sometimes I up talk myself and people believe I can do anything. haha. BUT do NOT become cocky and think you're the bees knees.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">I get it, you can't always keep everything bottled in. But what you can just disperse away because all in all its that not big a deal then just forget about it. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">If you are having a bad day, remember, somebody is having it a lot worse somewhere else. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just be happy.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">"Everything will be okay in the end, if its not okay, its not the end." </span>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-66361983575673445262011-07-15T15:31:00.000-07:002011-07-15T15:32:31.701-07:00Fill in the blankidie blank<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span">1. <u>I am a (morning, evening, middle of the day person)</u> Oh I would have to say between evening and middle of the day</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">3. <u>3 of my "must-have" songs for a road trip</u> ET- Katy perry (super head banging) </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Best love song - T-pain</span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Party rock anthem - Lmfao</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">4. <u>My favorite pattern is probably</u> Stripes all the way. I own more stripes then any other thing</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">7. <u>My most overused phrase or punctuation is probably</u> You're just jealous of my mad skillz. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">...Yes skillz with a Z </span><br />
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</span></h6>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-91935706898913225642011-06-20T09:16:00.000-07:002011-06-20T11:13:19.634-07:00Best friends.<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">When people ask, "What makes a good best friend?" these are the automatic answers that come to mind.</span></div><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">Always there for you</span></li>
</ul><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">Honest</span></li>
</ul><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">Loyal</span></li>
</ul><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">Like what you like</span></li>
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I feel like I need to go more into depth what my best friends truely mean to me.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My best friends:</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">They are "always there for me" like when I text <a href="http://itsmy-notso-fairytalelife.blogspot.com/">This girl</a> and beg her to come to a party with me and she obliges, even though she has no clue who anyone there is and while she is there she's constantly tormented by a socially awkward boy. And even though I won't ever hear the end of it she was still went so I wouldn't be alone.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's when I go to a carnival with <a href="http://www.mylanguageofthesoul.blogspot.com/">this girl</a> and we want to go on a ride but we don't want to pay for the tickets, so after trying to moch off others we cave and wait in line but as soon as we get inline for tickets they stop selling them. But you know what? She's my best friend so we go back the next day in the morning and make sure we're first in line. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's when I get a text from someone Ive known since I had broken my arm and she was jealous of my cast at the age of four. I get a text that says "Wanna go on a bike ride?:)" And our bike ride turns into a adventure of gathering strawberries, melting chocolate, complaining about boys, and running around in spanks at an elementary field, then falling asleep on her couch.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's when one of my best friends who I used to go on mile long bike rides on trails that who knows where they take us used to live so close to me moved father away and now resides by my highschool, but does that stop us from hanging out? No, of course not. This is what drivings for. And usually I just go kidnap her...</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's when I always go to my best friends house on Christmas eve because it is now a tradition, and we can do this because we are best friends and our parents understand. It's when we sit in my car in complete darkness and just talk for hours, It's when I help her out with boys because somehow I'm good at stuff like that?</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's when she's pretty much my twin cause she looks a lot like me and she can text me one word and I know the whole life story behind it because we have some creepy telepathy. It's when we constantly come up with hilarious videos that do we ever film? Usually not. When I just show up at her house and we have so many stories to tell each other even though I just saw her the day before. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">It's when someone says "You can't tell anybody" and the first thing you think is "Well she doesn't count, Im telling her." When you sit on the sidewalk for hours just trying to think of what you do with your life and you usually end up going to a spontaneous movie. </span><br />
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<ul><li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Having bragging rights of being older.</span></li>
</ul><ul><li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Telling all about your first date, first kiss, boy of your dreams?</span></li>
</ul><ul><li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Watching a movie where you wish it was your life and yelling "GET SOME" at the TV screen</span></li>
</ul><ul><li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Becoming babes together</span></li>
</ul><ul><li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Insulting each other but you never take it offensively </span></li>
</ul><ul><li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Going on adventures </span></li>
</ul><ul><li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Inside jokes to the max</span></li>
</ul><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">You always have to have the ethnic minority.. I have mine. hahaha </span><ul><li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Speaking with your eyes when boys are around</span></li>
</ul><ul><li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">lying on the floor in the fetal position and complaining about how much your life sucks and you just want a boy</span></li>
</ul><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Periods are contagious.. </span><br />
<ul><li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">When you guys become "engaged" </span></li>
</ul><ul><li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Eating their food. </span></li>
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<ul><li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Instead of asking them to "Hang out" you ask them to "play" like the good ol' days.</span></li>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's when you take fail pictures like this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMrk2UAU9Vol9VThruzAWUuHunKoDNz9ZCk0sh18YVGnlBVCILCpk8kabQ9VrlTQlAYBocgx66171JcQUir-dcIH2kGR5H4wl-evsVsQ86seoWiQPfV2Ug4yDhuTo1Ji3Fljnyz_qJsp_q/s1600/DSCN6721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMrk2UAU9Vol9VThruzAWUuHunKoDNz9ZCk0sh18YVGnlBVCILCpk8kabQ9VrlTQlAYBocgx66171JcQUir-dcIH2kGR5H4wl-evsVsQ86seoWiQPfV2Ug4yDhuTo1Ji3Fljnyz_qJsp_q/s320/DSCN6721.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-56028517989897311352011-06-09T08:29:00.000-07:002011-06-09T08:29:50.549-07:00Sometimes you just need to hear stuff like this.<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">So It's exactly 12:30 in the morning and I'm chillin in my bed sippin' on my OJ and watching curb your enthusiasm when I get this text from one of my best friends Nicole saying,</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Macy I just wanted to let you know, I love you. I was just thinking of all the times you've been there for me, to listen to me and my stories and to be interested in my life so I could have someone to talk to and celebrate with or be angered with. Haha but thank you. You're the perfect best friend! And I'm glad we call ourselves that:)"</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">What a freaking great way to end my day:)</span>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-18690976166846519152011-05-31T11:52:00.000-07:002011-05-31T11:52:43.061-07:00Summer babe.<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Summers here:)</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I gotta get toned, tan, fit and ready!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">On friday I played just dance, on saturday I went long boarding down the canyon and did p90x ab ripper.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I woke up in pain on Sunday. My abdomen and lower felt as if it were going to fall off. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm so sore.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Today I laid out; for about 30 minutes. The sun went behind the clouds and yet my face somehow become a peculiar color of red. I resemble a tomato, not a tan on me yet.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So as for the start of the summer I am burnt and in a lot of pain. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">...I don't think this is what "Toned, tan, fit, and ready" is supposed to mean.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was really hoping I could just easily turn into this babe over the summer. But I suppose I have to work towards it.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sigh..</span></div>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179329768984381188.post-64914160226948270162011-05-28T21:11:00.000-07:002011-05-28T21:11:51.915-07:00Stripes.Remember how I said I was gonna wear a stripped shirt everyday?<br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">Macy (The champion) Chilton</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">B2</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">*Ahem* </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">PG choir concert…. It was a very spectacular. It wasn’t really a concert, it was more or less a freaking musical. It was broadway themed so go figure. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">But can I just say, some men are horrible at choreography. Like the mens chorus for example…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">All the choirs were in casual dress by the way… Bright colored shirt, jeans. The usual.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">The thing that bugged me though was the fidgeting! My lanta. It’s kinda hard for me to really judge them on posture and vowels and what not when like I said early, not really a concert, freaking musical. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">THEY SANG KATY PERRY. Just sayin’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">Most of the songs were not played from piano but they were recorded. And yet the conductor rarely conducted. I think to take the attention more off him and onto the singers but the singers were still pretty good without their “Leader” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">One boy didn’t really know his solo well… Messed up big time. I felt bad, for a little bit.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">The guy who sat infront of me smelt of smoke, smokings bad for you.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">Every single song had choreography I don’t know how they managed that. But each choir only sang like two songs. It was an hour long concert, I liked it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">They had a bubble machine for a prop… Sweet.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">I’ve been to PG’s concerts to do my report everytime and there is always one girl who just looks like she’s gonna eat you she opens her mouth so wide. Its fairly distracting… To me at least. And one girl looks as if she might throw up? She’s hunched over quite far. And another girl… She’s got her own dance moves, what a babe. Just kidding… I’m a tad worried.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">A cappella had a medly of Joseph and the technacolored dream coat. I freaking love that musical. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">No slow songs whatsoever.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">Afterwards they have an awards assembly and a slide show… But I could care less about those things pah!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh and on the last song they had glow sticks and fire work confetti rocket things it was freaking insane!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">I’m going to go enjoy summer now.:) </span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: small;">The end.</span></div>Macyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11894135970439053731noreply@blogger.com0