~Wanting a Fairy Tale~

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52198282323565519122011-09-28T12:28:34.799-07:00~Wanting a Fairy Tale~~Because every girl is a princess~thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-69908470575511265272011-04-25T17:33:00.000-07:002011-04-25T17:36:32.299-07:00Waiting in the nest

So I should be studying. Especially since I've only a and hour and a half left in which to study, then I need to get up, to go work, and hopefully get off of work in time to change before my test. Then, I go to my other work, and hopefully come back with enough time in which to study for my next test. My goal is to get C's in these two classes. As long as I pass and graduate...although it'd

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-80274119513523648632011-04-19T18:50:00.000-07:002011-04-19T18:50:06.440-07:00Wishful thinking

You know how I said I'd be done soon? Well, it happened today. I said "I'm DONE" to myself, and was all set to walk away from life, rev my engine and cut class to go driving in the mountains. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for me, my fiancé is not one to leave a problem unsolved. Where I would leave in the middle of a temper flair-up and just leave the situation, he stops, (after getting

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-26117401314595553412011-04-14T20:15:00.001-07:002011-04-14T20:15:56.006-07:00Smiles :)

Even after a night like tonight (we're both tired, grumpy, and frustrated. Not a good mix), I cannot wait for life like this: http://courtney-startingout.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-in-life-newlyweds.html

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-88231943992057404042011-04-10T09:27:00.000-07:002011-04-10T09:27:18.112-07:00?

When do you know it's just time to throw in the towel? Is there a certain time when you say "I'm DONE."? I am approaching that point very fast it seems. Wait for it....

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-67489828561629936712011-03-08T08:41:00.000-08:002011-03-08T08:41:34.891-08:00Disney

Disney is magic. We all are taught this from an early age, no matter what our circumstance. Either you're like me and Disney is a magical wonderland of princesses and talking animals, wonderful songs and pretty dresses; or you're like my friends who weren't allowed to watch anything Disney - it was a stolen pleasure where you could let your imagination wander for a while. Disney has been my

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-45626591386013313202011-03-01T09:03:00.000-08:002011-03-01T09:03:35.980-08:00Tuesday

After hemming and hawing, I decided that "tuesday" should be the title of this blog. It's the day after Monday, so it's not destined to be bad, but it's not close to the weekend. Wednesday is when people start quietly reassuring themselves that the workweek is halfway over, and only a few more days to the weekend. I think my life is a Tuesday right now. It's not that I'm stuck necessarily, and

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-3234889368950921052010-11-16T22:53:00.000-08:002010-11-16T23:01:19.510-08:00New Post

1) I hate school with a passion. 2) I'm sick and tired of people asking when my wedding is going to be. 3) I've become aware in the past day about the HUGE different between the money I 'want' and the money I 'need'. 4) I have no time for anything anymore between family, school and religion. 5) I got my first speeding ticket Thursday. 6) I'm going to my FIRST EVER dance on Saturday. It's

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-90522711133505558602010-04-19T11:51:00.000-07:002010-04-19T11:53:50.102-07:00Growing up

What do you want to be when you grow up? Growing up is hard. I never want to grow up! You have to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was. A grownup is a child with layers on. Growing up is a process, not an event. Growing old is mandatory - growing up is optional. All of these quotes have to do with growing up. Something that had become inevitable for me, especially in

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-23383547129665860622010-04-04T19:18:00.001-07:002010-04-04T19:53:37.062-07:00Tears = Stress

"Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it." Albert Smith Tears are something I've been dealing with a lot in the past few weeks or so. It's become a normal part of my routine - wake up with tears dried on my face from a bad dream, eat, go to school, cry sometime during the day because of class, or something I didn't/did do, or just because I can't hold them

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-36699425161244573362010-03-14T17:53:00.000-07:002010-03-14T17:53:58.378-07:00I miss you...

If you're reading this, chances are that I miss you. I've been missing a lot of people lately. I don't know what it is - maybe it was having Aaron down here for a week? Usually when I see my people, it's up where they are in PA or CT. Having him down was something totally different. He was in *my* space, something that hasn't happened since... I don't know. A very very long time. I opened a box

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-57606394655586105532010-03-13T21:54:00.000-08:002010-03-13T21:55:04.254-08:00Picture-postcard

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-39166990894616000042010-03-11T10:11:00.003-08:002010-03-11T17:04:38.324-08:00This week needs to be over soon.

^^ The title says it all. Happy Thursday.

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-6402763706526610742010-03-10T11:24:00.000-08:002010-03-10T11:29:31.818-08:00Who am I?

This is a bit of a response to my friend Sarah's post. She talked about the type/kind of person she is, and I thought that might be a good subject for me to dwell on for a bit. I've been thinking a lot about that in the past couple months. Especially when I found out that there were a few people *cough* person *cough* who informed people around me that I had a few traits that I didn't realize

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-75527701953003662312010-02-19T08:55:00.000-08:002010-02-19T08:56:21.137-08:00Information Literacy class

I don't understand why I go to college with such stupid people. Before class today, there was a sign on the class room door that said 'Go To Library'. As usual, I was the first person to arrive in the hall, and I sat down, and started going over dance vocabulary. Three minutes later, these two guys (who apparently are in my class, although I didn't recall seeing them before) came over and

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-24914440486062470242010-02-03T14:20:00.000-08:002010-02-03T14:21:21.827-08:00Why do I keep having no-good-very-bad days?

I don't understand it. I thought this was when life started getting better. It's February, which is supposed to be the turning point. I'm supposed to be saying "look, only one more month until Spring officially starts, I can make it!" and put a huge smile on, and have fun at school, and be all happy since my boyfriend's coming at the end of the month, and I have that to which I can look forward.

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-28529567921626688122010-01-26T10:10:00.000-08:002010-01-31T07:15:16.021-08:00Cooking with the Sarahs

Here we have a few pictures of Sarah and me from a night that we decided to do the cooking. We made a bunch of yummy stuff, but since I'm off to math class soon, I'm just going to let the pictures speak for themselves. ~Sarahbeth

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-68011967811483619862010-01-20T14:49:00.000-08:002010-01-20T14:49:24.090-08:00School - AGAIN

So, I'm back at the government institution that sucks the living soul out of my body every time I walk in the doors. Well. That might be a little dramatic...... Nah. I'm thinking that starting your semester with tears isn't the best way to start off. The first class this morning was fine. I didn't appreciate the fact that I had to carry about 40 pounds of stuff around; but my tech class was ok

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-22756871645803179422010-01-04T21:53:00.000-08:002010-01-04T21:55:07.061-08:00Thoughts...

So I'm here at Sarah's house. She's singing along to Rent - I don't know it well enough to sing along to anything other than Seasons Of Love. Which is sad. I'm not sure how I can call myself a musical theatre junkie since I can't do that..... oh sigh. Oh well. Apparently I'm going to see it soon, so I have that to look forward to. These past two weeks have flown by so fast. The week with Arin

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-73966052539928901532009-12-20T08:42:00.001-08:002009-12-20T08:49:38.607-08:00A work in progress..

I dream in blatant color Yet I don’t know where I am. In the morning, I wake up crying. I don’t want to remember the pain Or think of the faces in the dream. Or hear the harsh tones. Where can I go from here? Wake up, start the day. Jolt back into reality with the cold. They say home is where the heart is My heart is torn in three. Where then is My home?

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-11870521034700380632009-11-29T07:29:00.001-08:002009-11-29T07:29:35.156-08:00The Exchange

Four o’clock tea time in the morning air I’m wearing my green dress The one with the sash? Hear them call, call out to me. I know you never see them. They choose me, for my looks or voice I know not, But they chose me. These select special few are like me, People who can’t mold, doesn’t conform Yet they are quiet They cause no trouble, but they wish Oh they wish! Somewhere where dancing is the

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-35677880319937298802009-11-21T11:21:00.000-08:002009-11-21T11:21:25.558-08:00adjectives that can be used to describe myself this week

Tired * Sick * * Happy * Pretty * Cold * * Silly * * Young * Sweet * * Surprised * Happy * Frustrated * Gray * * Raspy * Cautious * * Headstrong * * Stupid * Mushy * * Clean * Helpful * Bewildered * *Loved*

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-19218178036194626422009-11-19T17:06:00.000-08:002009-11-20T05:16:43.663-08:00Johnny

Each morning the alarm goes off You come into my room I hit snooze a couple times It gives you time to groom. Just when I feel like getting up You jump onto my bed I try and try to push you off You turn your tail instead I give a sigh and pull you close You snuggle next to me I smile with your fur in my mouth This is how it's meant to be. Quiet, purring, listening to the rain You and me,

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-45791059634042088002009-11-14T23:33:00.000-08:002009-11-14T23:33:22.057-08:00why...

So, getting high has been going around lately. Not me. Ew. But, one of the actors that I've been stage managing seems to have that as her hobby, and I've been talking about it with one of my friends who decided to 'experiment'. Quite honestly I don't understand the draw. Why would you want to do something that re-organizes your brain cells? The person who was experimenting said that they were

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-87734700346493059192009-11-10T13:07:00.000-08:002009-11-11T10:56:22.411-08:00I Really AM Smart!

So I just got back from a meeting with the learning specialist here at PVCC, and I think I came back with positive results. My math teacher asked me to go see the learning specialist - I think because I'm a good student, and she doesn't understand why I'm having trouble. So I went today, and she said the typical things - figure out my learning style, why did I think I was having trouble (she

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-65556132419596462212009-11-03T12:39:00.000-08:002009-11-09T13:18:12.485-08:00Depression?

I don't think I'm having a very good day. I'm not having a bad day - it's not a awful. I'm not even in that bad a mood. I'm just down. I think it's the SAD kicking in again. Maybe. Or perhaps I should stop blaming that, and take responsibility for my own depressing mood? I don't know if I'm control of it though. That's the thing - I'll wake up on a beautiful day like today, with nothing in

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-59369762376224540932009-11-01T20:37:00.000-08:002009-11-02T00:31:42.462-08:00Sunday Night

so many questions not answered. so many things unsaid. No beginning, no end. where is the line? thoughts swirl, tears fall. stronger? maybe, tomorrow.

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-72467916495839920812009-10-29T23:13:00.001-07:002009-11-02T00:32:40.802-08:00Yes, I Realize My Poems Are All Sad. And That None of Them Have Names. My Blog, My Rules.

~My first attempt at a sonnet. At 2am. Help me to understand why One can make promises they do not intend to keep? And although you want to believe his sigh He’ll push you ‘till you have to weep. A broken vase, shattered on the ground Glass and flowers mingling on the floor Splashes of color and glitter abound While reality slams us right into the door. And, if the flowers are gathered up,

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-4808200381759459072009-10-28T14:19:00.000-07:002009-10-28T14:19:13.339-07:00Yet One More Reason I Hate College.

I'm sitting at the booth at which we're supposed to be plugging the Halloween show and the upcoming One Acts and selling tickets for both (not that I actually have anything to do since Kay didn't bother to bring the cash box - but that's a different issue) and there's this couple across from me. Now, I don't think that what they're doing con be considered 'making out' exactly.... they're just

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-70545056727794546382009-10-27T10:28:00.000-07:002009-10-27T10:28:29.262-07:00We Have a Show to Give in Three Days. Am I the Only One to Realize This?

Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Saturday is Halloween. Saturday is the day of the Halloween Show. Am I the only one who realizes this? I've asked if I can help. Asked what I can do to help along with things. But our Fearless leader (aka, president Chelsea) has not asked, directed, or even hinted that she wanted/needed help. So I, as the VP, too a few matters into my own hands, but quite

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-26324711239432725142009-10-25T14:03:00.000-07:002009-10-25T14:03:14.964-07:00Decisions, decisions

This weekend is much better than the last. I'm not sure why... maybe because I'm feeling better about life in general. Definitely more confused, but better. I attempted to fill out an application for Disney, but after doing so and filling out a web interview, I was informed that I did not meet the requirements that they were looking for, and that I could try again in April. So that's a lovely

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-90894728645177737562009-10-18T17:10:00.000-07:002009-10-18T17:10:44.064-07:00weekend.

My weekend has been spent doing not may productive things. I take that back. I've done 3 lessons in my ASL book, all my math homework, and study sheets, completely cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes 4 times (today) talked with both my grandmothers, had a lovely diologue with my best friend about childhood books, had another diologue with my other best friend about the drama in her life,

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-24432734774597744202009-10-16T17:46:00.001-07:002009-10-27T10:15:15.237-07:00A Very Bad Poem That I Wrote

again, the title ^^ says it all. (and p.s. this poem has no title) I walk outside in the rain Expecting cold downpour. What I expect is my experience, Drenched. My face lifts up Watching the droplets pummel to the ground. Standing stock-still, Ignoring calls of my name. Who enjoys this cold? Why do people praise this feeling? I cannot appreciate the chill As it settles in my face, in my

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-10208824719741153562009-10-14T14:41:00.000-07:002009-10-14T14:41:50.110-07:00No One Likes Listening To You Talk About Yourself For A Whole Hour Nonstop...

But apparently the guy next to me doesn't know that rule of life. Really. I'm sitting here listening to my music, and I can still hear him jabbering on. I don't know what about - I've heard snippets, something about him tutoring, and then about his running habits, and how he has something that he needs to see a doctor about, along with how he can handle the class he's failing in. I really don't

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-1367547888987750972009-10-11T16:10:00.000-07:002009-10-11T16:13:28.488-07:00Northern Downpour

I've decided that one of my problems (among many, *sigh*) lately is my lack of travel. Now, we've been in Virginia for two years now, which you'd THINK would be enough time to get me used to the fact that you drive two hours and you're still in the same state, looking at the same kinds of scenery, but for whatever reason it hasn't. And I think I did more driving around with Mom last year

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-24269559094648536322009-10-04T22:52:00.000-07:002009-10-04T22:52:34.238-07:00When everyone has gone to sleep and you are wide awake there's no one left to tell your troubles to.

Well I guess there are people still awake, but I'm not supposed to be. Eh. I'll get started on this early bedtime stuff tomorrow. I've had another one of those nights. One of those where you are presented with something big at 9pm, and you can't stop thinking about it 3 hours later. (plus, I kinda have to re-do my paper. again. it's proving rather difficult) I think so much better at night. I

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-71356475244534926712009-10-02T05:31:00.000-07:002009-10-02T21:32:43.820-07:00The Best Pictures Are Taken On Rainy Days

~ thesingingprincess

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-39192123534881348052009-09-20T22:16:00.000-07:002009-09-20T22:17:40.571-07:00I Wonder Why

Sometimes I wonder why I trust people so much. I'm not sure why I do - there are so many people out there with trust complexes, so I would assume that it's rather normal to be un-trusting of people. But then I insisting on seeing the best in people, and being eternally optimistic about things. Even if I don't show it - I'm always looking on the bright side, and hoping that things will turn out

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-29028259456966500232009-09-17T21:18:00.000-07:002009-09-18T05:45:07.895-07:00Ten Completely Random Things About Me That Probably Nobody Knows, Or Cares About

^ You can read the title ^ 1. When I was little, my goal in life was to be just like Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle. 2. For my next pet, I want an orange kitten - and his name will be Fitzwilliam. 3. I name my music playlists after people and times of the day. (but not both at the same time) 4. I listen to Avril Lavigne's Let Go cd when I'm upset. I feel she understands. 5. Even though I know it's not

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-40691058083187875882009-09-15T20:48:00.000-07:002009-09-15T20:49:41.759-07:00Journal Assignment For This Week's English Class

In class, we have focused on the two main themes of literature – Love and Death. We have focused on death for a while now, and since I am a young person, this subject doesn’t really interest me. The last person who I knew personally to die was my great grandfather when I was 8 years old. So I am going to focus on what the youth are supposed to focus on – Love. There are so many different

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-34424350009673771092009-09-09T11:58:00.000-07:002009-09-09T11:58:55.710-07:00Peanut Butter Filled Pretzels are an AMAZING Invention,

Have you ever seen a guy wearing anklets? I hadn't, until today. Well, I guess technically, they're tattoos, which is even weirder. But yeah, there's this guy sitting a few chairs down from me, in flip-flops, with these anklets tattooed on his ankles. It's. Really. Weird. I am sitting here in the quiet room, being quiet - or at least as quiet as one can be when one is eating peanut butter filled

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-21838362159965182182009-09-02T13:10:00.000-07:002009-09-02T13:10:30.965-07:00Wanting to do something productive, but knowing that I'm not going to.

Hey. I'm here. At school. Wondering if I ought to go outside, but thinking about everything that I would have to pack up and lug around, just to go outside to be blinded by the sun and sit on prickly grass. By myself. With a book. And not a schoolbook, oh no, much worse. A Meg Cabot book. So, I think I'm going to stay here, in the cold-ish quiet room, where I can look out at the not-so-happy

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-13332392388094589832009-09-01T19:10:00.000-07:002009-09-01T19:10:12.863-07:00I have no homework and therefore Emily wanted me to write a blog post.

I'm bored. That's what 16 extra hours at school + 2 homework assignments does to a person. So my dear friend Emily suggested that I blog.... so here I am. I'm also watching Footloose, and I have decided that I totally should have been a teen in the 80s. I'm going to list my reasons here. 1. Hair. My hair is naturally poofy, and I can tease it like crazy - 80s hair and I were meant for each

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-78974782854024760752009-08-31T13:27:00.000-07:002009-09-01T17:49:34.352-07:00Oh Mondays.

I've read ahead in history,Did all my math homeworkRe-read all my english assignments,Finished ASL stuff,and now I'm quite, quite bored. I'm sure I'll look back on this time in about 5 weeks and think how lucky I had it, but at the moment, I'm not sure what to do. I'd watch videos... I've actually had a lot of facebook friends upload a videos yesterday and today, but my cat stole my

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-85089204505553188172009-08-30T22:01:00.000-07:002009-08-30T22:06:38.300-07:00Hot dogs always taste better when roasted over an open fire.

Football started up today. Well, not really; it's only pre-season, so it doesn't really count as real football as far as I can tell.... but I know nothing on the subject, other than that Mom made hot dogs, which in this household is known as 'football food'. I generally prefer my hot dogs to me made over a campfire, with some lovely friends or family members roasting with you at the end of a

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-59173324325874261792009-08-27T23:21:00.000-07:002009-08-27T23:21:05.427-07:00I had an Epiphany at 2 in the morning. As usual.

I hadn't decided what to do with my life until tonight. I'm serious. I hadn't decided until about 10 minutes ago, what on earth I was going to do with my life. To tell you the truth.... I still don't really know what I want to do with my life, but I know know exactly how I want to get there. It's really quite simple actually. So simple, my own mother had already figured it out for me - as if

thesingingprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06938493325499804154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219828232356551912.post-1274736126424792672009-08-27T13:03:00.000-07:002009-08-27T13:23:09.133-07:00Why on earth do they allow people to eat pickle relish, when other people are around to smell it?

Have you ever noticed the things you can't do when you're tired? I know some people who can't cook when they're tired. They burn things without even noticing, and goodness knows you don't want to give them spices to put on food. Who knows what you'll end up with. Then there are those who can't hold a decent conversation when they're tired. These people are interesting to talk to, because they

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