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Christian, Vegetarian, Geek, Theatre.deannamolliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113746024100086312noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384462181295107058.post-58857133120267127732010-07-21T02:32:00.000-07:002010-07-21T02:34:17.642-07:00Hello, I'm doing a 30 day challenge!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; ">Day 01 — Your favorite song <br />Day 02 — Your favorite movie <br />Day 03 — Your favorite television program <br />Day 04 — Your favorite book <br />Day 05 — Your favorite quote <br />Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy <br />Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy <br />Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad <br />Day 09 — A photo you took <br />Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago <br />Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently <br />Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy <br />Day 13 — A fictional book <br />Day 14 — A non-fictional book <br />Day 15 — A fanfic <br />Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly) <br />Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.) <br />Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy <br />Day 19 — A talent of yours <br />Day 20 — A hobby of yours <br />Day 21 — A recipe <br />Day 22 — A website <br />Day 23 — A YouTube video <br />Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy <br />Day 25 — Your day, in great detail <br />Day 26 — Your week, in great detail <br />Day 27 — This month, in great detail <br />Day 28 — This year, in great detail <br />Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days <br />Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy</span>deannamolliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113746024100086312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384462181295107058.post-20191961752655238202010-04-29T08:05:00.000-07:002010-04-29T08:19:12.903-07:00Hello, I love miss Talitha.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgH0_PiuqlFl25m7QngVTwHD-jfBCAt2FCgsWkCPrQSewx6knw9TvqemP8BQumwtOMAxeIdaebpGgR-eMil3Yawtf6spflvU3-glZq_225gQRTmk-4WJVpZe1S05hApIHxL2v8z8rlrNmk/s1600/3523624505_4ddf74e89b.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgH0_PiuqlFl25m7QngVTwHD-jfBCAt2FCgsWkCPrQSewx6knw9TvqemP8BQumwtOMAxeIdaebpGgR-eMil3Yawtf6spflvU3-glZq_225gQRTmk-4WJVpZe1S05hApIHxL2v8z8rlrNmk/s200/3523624505_4ddf74e89b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465576433003423938" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFOlHhR6XwAKrajoqEj2ZrPjGik_YOakSuqcFDTki2HR0uX5D2-SG_6dd_aKVtoobAyyJQ0_uKlzHzrL_WCWj9g77saaG9OmDh7Zv1tDCHMFFjH1c54jTjXJqi7yyfBwxlQlX2dCema8jU/s1600/2493488974_9540fde819.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFOlHhR6XwAKrajoqEj2ZrPjGik_YOakSuqcFDTki2HR0uX5D2-SG_6dd_aKVtoobAyyJQ0_uKlzHzrL_WCWj9g77saaG9OmDh7Zv1tDCHMFFjH1c54jTjXJqi7yyfBwxlQlX2dCema8jU/s200/2493488974_9540fde819.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465576276343773858" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKbe8sWGvdznBABZmmv3Bfibib1e2Cq1vp3Rp0lObxp3S9aoHW68-62OAvWV4jd9DssSkrZxYuNx4ZMQFtNG2ULZnHA9ZNpH4AyUvp4i1HKkaXYMhOYHBIKytX-FHs-C0b6VX9qElbqwu3/s1600/serenblair.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKbe8sWGvdznBABZmmv3Bfibib1e2Cq1vp3Rp0lObxp3S9aoHW68-62OAvWV4jd9DssSkrZxYuNx4ZMQFtNG2ULZnHA9ZNpH4AyUvp4i1HKkaXYMhOYHBIKytX-FHs-C0b6VX9qElbqwu3/s200/serenblair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465575973140608866" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I decided to make this blog tonight to dedicate it to one of my best friends... one of the most gorgeous people I know. Her name, is </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Talitha</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">The reason for the Gossip Girl pictures is a personal joke. We both love the show and one amazing Wednesday morning, we both wore short plaid school skirts, knee high socks, and black ballet flats. We looked </span></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">hot</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">. Haha ;D ... Anyway so we went and got ourselves some coffee.... which we thought was just like Blair and Serena do with the yogurt on the steps before school. We decided we were full on Gossip Girl that day, and because she is blonde and hot ... Tj was the Serena of our friendship. And because I'm brunette and bitchy, I'm the Blair.</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Anyway, I love this girl. She is amazing. She is </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">more</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> then amazing. She is beautiful, loving, caring, wonderful, crazy, gorgeous, hilarious, insane, awesome, strong and oh-so sexy!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">We both love the most amazing hot, sexy guys (Channing Tatum, Jensen Ackles, etc) and we have </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">the best</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> taste in music. AND Black Books. She knows what I am talking about. Best, fucking, TV, show, ever... maybe a few too many commas there. </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">BERNARD BLACK IS A SEXY BEAST!</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">WITH A PICKLE?!?!</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I seriously think that's enough for tonight now :) I couldn't help it... I wanted to write this blog for the amazing Tj. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Hi I'm Deanna this is my friend Talitha. You know you wanna come over and try and come and meet her. When you forget her name, you sing the macarena. Heeeey it's Talitha!</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">...</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Taaaaaaaaaaalitha! Gotta get in my, ha!</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">-Dee</span></span></i></div>deannamolliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113746024100086312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384462181295107058.post-47649405634349677702010-04-29T07:45:00.000-07:002010-04-29T07:54:19.077-07:00Hello, I like photography.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDmOdCOguxupEhGoKobg26x_T4dWSr8sk9tZEL7ud-detu4xarGOYv-3UEYsjNSi4VOdrX5WVVKgJt6akF6QEdFDaEyH4U2EIHQxj3yA0UoCx2_DYcnJgeoiCVADbodLoTSxYkHMbKd1-/s1600/9e1bebb478bb645412e6a3dcaea884ce.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDmOdCOguxupEhGoKobg26x_T4dWSr8sk9tZEL7ud-detu4xarGOYv-3UEYsjNSi4VOdrX5WVVKgJt6akF6QEdFDaEyH4U2EIHQxj3yA0UoCx2_DYcnJgeoiCVADbodLoTSxYkHMbKd1-/s400/9e1bebb478bb645412e6a3dcaea884ce.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465571130698876018" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">This is an amazing photo I found on deviantart. I really wanted to share it with you blog readers. This photo wasn't taken by me, though I really wish it was.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">I love beautiful photography. I love seeing people capture the beauty in the world. Babies, elderly, love, nature, landscapes, sunsets, animals... it's all amazing. My favourite photos are always teenage love and smoking. I don't know why I find photos of people with cigarettes so appealing, but I think it's the way some photographers capture the emotion within it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">I wish I could do amazing photography. I wish I could express my emotions through an art like that. But I'm a words girl. I can't ever talk about how I am feeling directly... I have to type/write it all. I love to write. I write fiction, non fiction, journals, blogs, scripts and monologues. I love it. But I wish I could express myself in other ways rather then this one category.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><br />Though I may not be able to take amazing photographs myself, I am quite the analyzer. I love to analyse everything... song lyrics, why people do things, peoples body language, films... I don't know, just about everything I analyse. In some cases, I over analyse... which is a bad thing. But anyway back on topic. I love to work out why the photographer used a certain exposure, or positioned the main focus of the photo slightly more to the left or something... maybe why they decided to use a black and white filter instead of colour. Every brilliant photo is not made by accident. There are reasons behind what they did... Always. I just love to figure out why they did it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">Well I think that is enough rambling for tonight. Sleep well my fellow bloggers and dream sweet dreams :) ... Don't mind my over-the-top goodnight haha.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">-Dee</span></i></div></span>deannamolliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113746024100086312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384462181295107058.post-80252761819152770022010-04-27T05:56:00.000-07:002010-04-27T06:22:57.364-07:00Hello, I like to wish.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUHsuYso9YBTG54e5LTJ5KyBkd5fIHY4CPaq7ZPVglUEsnFgLhba_xKSiArsik8vlDNULz4jihNTdSAvSkox8oYj6KMcEs9GepAMrhBFB6iMp99uXiUfgAJx3six5v8jNrV0EuLFlPwzyn/s1600/AZN7wsuV4q2jzol2uXnpiDjSo1_400.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUHsuYso9YBTG54e5LTJ5KyBkd5fIHY4CPaq7ZPVglUEsnFgLhba_xKSiArsik8vlDNULz4jihNTdSAvSkox8oYj6KMcEs9GepAMrhBFB6iMp99uXiUfgAJx3six5v8jNrV0EuLFlPwzyn/s320/AZN7wsuV4q2jzol2uXnpiDjSo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464801269209217810" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihFl_0Q68LOS5x_qWJospU-REJgcWMsHbZklMEZEJnNFN1kS-CrRFm_2ZEExKdbF9IXIFog77jmtOE2jFPxYCJylwDlIoiXUL0e-NCpt_e_ir-fqBHMFwCVCLjuNvZBZwBVOdswnP-UQ5K/s1600/AZN7wsuV4q2jzol2uXnpiDjSo1_400.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Wishing.</span></i></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Most people do it. In their head, out loud... everyone makes more then one wish in their life. Wishing is to hope or desire for something.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Some people wish on a shooting star, some on New Years Eve, some at 11:11pm, some when they blow out their birthday candles, and some just do it whenever they can.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I plan to make this blog into twenty wishes :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>1. I wish someone would love me how I want to be loved.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>2. I wish I could forget about some people.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>3. I wish I had some amazing talent.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>4. I wish I had a vibrant personality that made people like me.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>5. I wish I could dance again.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>6. I wish my future ends up successful.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>7. I wish I will get married and have kids before I am thirty.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>8. I wish I didn't over think everything.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>9. I wish I could have that one perfect, amazing date.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>10. I wish I could find a balance for everything I love in my life.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>11. I wish my Dad and I were closer.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>12. I wish I could meet someone famous.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>13. I wish I could meet a boy who would change my general opinion on them.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>14. I wish this year, 2010, that I will find amazing love.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>15. I wish I could pass year twelve easily.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>16. I wish that you weren't on my mind 24/7.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>17. I wish my 11:11pm wishes would come true.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>18. I wish you would kiss me again.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>19. I wish my life was easy.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>20. <b>I wish I could disappear.</b></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I think that is all I will leave you with for tonight.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>-Dee.</i></span></span></div>deannamolliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113746024100086312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384462181295107058.post-59051447735330198432010-04-27T05:19:00.000-07:002010-04-27T06:22:53.839-07:00Hello, I miss your heart against me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1oyrIZRO-Pujr0E8zDa_scbqRWxHJq0X_JUywzrjT95RfIaT8-ESl-pJzs6nAi4zQ5dJQ47jVjIFWelVKUtLhXNKeaeh4etwrHozsfTdOStzSS24U8OVW4b-kLrXM1Y6J3P5GDDZ_FTW/s1600/tumblr_kwmb2kM80o1qzfjmqo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1oyrIZRO-Pujr0E8zDa_scbqRWxHJq0X_JUywzrjT95RfIaT8-ESl-pJzs6nAi4zQ5dJQ47jVjIFWelVKUtLhXNKeaeh4etwrHozsfTdOStzSS24U8OVW4b-kLrXM1Y6J3P5GDDZ_FTW/s320/tumblr_kwmb2kM80o1qzfjmqo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464793198103023794" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I found this picture on Tumblr and it inspired me for this blog. A blog for reminiscing. I miss so many people... In my life I have lost too many people. We might have grown apart, or they moved... I changed, they changed... A massive blow out. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Many</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> circumstances, but I miss them all. I don't think I've ever not missed someone after losing them from my life.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When I think of people I've lost, my mind goes to </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Reece</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. My friend who moved to Melbourne... and left me behind. I miss him with every part of my body, mind and soul. He had my heart. We were friends, only friends, but he always had my heart. Wow... this blog is actually the first I've really actually talked about this... crazy shit aye. I guess I need to share my life with people over the internet. I don't like sharing with people in person, you can always see the judgement in their eyes. ... Back to Reece. He was like the best friend I never wanted; the brother I never needed; my everything who left me with nothing.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That's the thing about life. People leave. Period.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">They </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">always</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> leave. Something happens and they leave. The thing I have learnt is, though people leave, keep people in your life who make you happy for the time being. People make you happy in the moment, rather then in the future. Things happen, everyone leaves each other at some point... but be happy now, because that's all that matters.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">-Dee.</span></i></div>deannamolliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113746024100086312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384462181295107058.post-80894271407698913812010-04-26T08:14:00.000-07:002010-04-26T09:25:05.218-07:00Hello, I refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxEZ69WuMWWIQZz0uFrM8RdB97cIUDRq3RiD50ti0gnYEClBVyzA6mBEeLJ6dF_zY4wH6-sa7HM2qtFnCN4egEpczRODe_s7rc6JWdmdo8LuYhqRYbCHEF1QBArRHdkMaFyJwhvwua0eY6/s1600/sex-and-the-city.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxEZ69WuMWWIQZz0uFrM8RdB97cIUDRq3RiD50ti0gnYEClBVyzA6mBEeLJ6dF_zY4wH6-sa7HM2qtFnCN4egEpczRODe_s7rc6JWdmdo8LuYhqRYbCHEF1QBArRHdkMaFyJwhvwua0eY6/s200/sex-and-the-city.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464467321674081986" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">“</span></i></span></span><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/some_people_are_settling_down-some_people_are/258118.html" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.</span></i></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">”<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">- Carrie Bradshaw</span></b></span></i></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I <b>love</b> Sex and the City. Currently one of my favourite shows.</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I have to admit, I am a new fan. I was hesitant to start watching it because I couldn't see how it could relate to my life and Sarah Jessica Parker wasn't, in my opinion, lead actress material. But as soon as I started watching the show... I fell in love. The girls are so amazing. And Carrie says some of the most amazing things that I have to post on this blog.</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That first quote... exactly. I don't get how anyone can just date. I couldn't date someone who gave me anything less than butterflies. There has to be sparks... there has to be so much more then settling. Love, romance, dating, relationships... this is a big deal for me. I don't think I could ever settle for anything that isn't amazing.</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:7;color:#B2B7F2;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:35px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><table class="cquote" style="font-size: 13px; color: black; background-color: transparent; margin-top: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: auto; margin-left: auto; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; width: auto; "><tbody><tr><td width="20" valign="top" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-right-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-left-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; color: rgb(178, 183, 242); font-size: 35px; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; ">“</td><td valign="top" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-right-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-left-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 10px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.</span></td><td width="20" valign="bottom" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-right-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-left-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:36px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">”</span></td></tr><tr><td colspan="3" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-right-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-left-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; padding-top: 0.2em; padding-right: 27px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0.2em; "><p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: right; font-size:smaller;"><cite style="font-style: normal; word-wrap: break-word; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">—Carrie Bradshaw, in the series final</span></cite></p></td></tr></tbody></table></span></b></span></span><br /></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Another amazing Carrie quote. Who doesn't want that? I'm seventeen, but I wish I could be thirty. I want to skip past this teenage crap. I don't want to play the dating game, I don't want to date loser jerks, I don't want to "kiss some frogs before kissing a prince"... I want the real thing,</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> now. </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I hate the dating game so much. I am the most awkward person on dates. I don't know what to say... or I say stupid things. I get nervous, I stumble and stutter. I look away awkwardly. At the end, do you hug them? Kiss them? Dating is annoying. And confusing. Once you get past that first few dates period and it turns into a relationship. I </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">love</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> relationships! I love when you are so comfortable around that person, you don't worry about what you say or do. Cute little pecks, hand-holding, cuddling, gestures... when everything is cute I love it. But I don't love full on comfortable. Comfortable can get boring. The last guy I "dated" (we didn't go out... we went on one date and sort of had a "thing" for a while), though the date was the usual level of awkwardness... he was also comfortable... safe. He was too... easy and predictable. We had no spark. I like a high level of spark. The sexual tension where you sometimes just want to jump them then and there... if you get what I mean. I like that. Passion. I love passion. I like kissing and meaning it. Kissing with passion.</span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sorry rambling (you'll notice I do that a lot...). Back to Sex and the City.</span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I swear I am romantically challenged though (this is a term that Carrie has used before). I can't seem to get the romantic guy. And I can't seem to show romance to the people I want to show it to. So instead, I become a slut. Since it has become too difficult to give away my heart... why not give away my body. Sex disguised as love. Again, I have no idea where this is going, so I'm going to end this paragraph.</span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Okay so, I just spent fifteen minutes trying to choose my next Carrie quote. And I decided to use one to argue against...</span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="quotetx" style="width: 430px; display: inline !important; "><div class="quotecontent" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 17px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 17px; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="quotetx" style="width: 430px; display: inline !important; "><div class="quotecontent" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 17px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 17px; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="pictextwrap clearfix" style="display: inline !important; margin-left: 20px; "><div class="righttext" style="margin-left: 10px; width: 175px; display: inline !important; "><div style="display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="pictextwrap clearfix" style="display: inline !important; margin-left: 20px; "><div class="righttext" style="margin-left: 10px; width: 175px; display: inline !important; "><div style="display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="pictextwrap clearfix" style="display: inline !important; margin-left: 20px; "><div class="righttext" style="margin-left: 10px; width: 175px; display: inline !important; "><div style="display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="quotetx" style="width: 430px; display: inline !important; "><div class="quotecontent" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 17px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 17px; display: inline !important; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Being single used to mean that nobody wanted you. Now it means you're pretty sexy and you're taking your time deciding how you want your life to be and who you want to spend it with</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> - Carrie Bradshaw.</span></span></b></div></div></span></span></span></i></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></b></span></span></i></span></div></div></div></span></span></span></i></span></div></div></div></span></span></span></i></span></div></div></div></span></span></span></i></span></div></div></span></span></span></i></span></div></div></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Believe me, it still fucking means that. I haven't had a proper boyfriend in three years. I've been on... four dates in those three years. I've been asked out... three times in those three years. How fucking pathetic. Yet in those three years I've hooked up with sixteen people (as far as I remember...). I don't want to be single. And I don't enjoy meaningless hook ups. But, look at that. Look. At. That. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Pathetic</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Did I really love Big, or was I addicted to the pain, the exquisite pain, of wanting someone so unattainable. </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">- </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Carrie Bradshaw.</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This quote... is me. I worked out through many, many, </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">many</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> diary entries, I want what I can't have. I always do. Let us take a look at the two main guys I have feelings for right now. Guy number one - let's call him </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">complicated</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. He has feelings for like a gazillion (like I said, my favourite number exaggeration) other girls and can't ever see himself dating me. Yet, I don't let go and keep letting myself get hurt every time I remember this. Guy number two - we'll call him </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">taken</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. He has a </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">girlfriend</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. Just greeeeeeat. But he flirts with me on a daily basis and I flirt back. We both have made it clear that if the opportunity arises, we would most likely have sex - because we both are quite attracted to each other. BUT he has a girlfriend. And I won't let him cheat. He has never cheated... and he keeps implying he might on formal night </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">with me</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. Which puts me in a massive moral dilemma. I go for the fucking complicated, unattainable guys who just </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">suck</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. And this angers me immensely.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So though this blog was a bunch of 1.30am ramblings, the point was Sex and the City and my fucked up love life. I like to ramble about myself. You'll realize that in the near future blog readers (or no one will, who knows if anyone will read this... ha).</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">To leave it on a Sex and the City note - here is some last quotes.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Eventually all the pieces fall into place....until then, laugh at the confusion, live for the moment, and know that everything happens for a reason</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> - </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Carrie Bradshaw</span></b></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">So just love, make mistakes, and have wonderful times, but never second guess who you are, where you have been, and most importantly, where it is you are going</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> -</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> Carrie Bradshaw</span></b></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past, stop planning the future, stop figuring out precisely how we feel, stop deciding exactly what we want, and just see what happen</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">s</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> - </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Carrie Bradshaw</span></b></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">- Dee.</span></span></i></span></span></div>deannamolliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113746024100086312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384462181295107058.post-66841793051245214952010-04-26T07:16:00.000-07:002010-04-27T05:20:00.207-07:00Hello, I'm Deanna.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0KHSyqUMQ0qNeGBkmCWBA7QnnJ3wpjvj7PB6a_Y6a1tH1ghlEugkjdUqqMMlOnsGRNM-bn23jOGEZWc6XibbxYxNQ6FKp4eyu1FHberU0mhS1Cz-iuPkTYshlJ-3rtMeG6d7BUMJ3hnzY/s1600/173112.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0KHSyqUMQ0qNeGBkmCWBA7QnnJ3wpjvj7PB6a_Y6a1tH1ghlEugkjdUqqMMlOnsGRNM-bn23jOGEZWc6XibbxYxNQ6FKp4eyu1FHberU0mhS1Cz-iuPkTYshlJ-3rtMeG6d7BUMJ3hnzY/s200/173112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464450591922265346" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My name is; <b>Deanna</b>.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But you can call me <i>Dee</i>. I also go by <i>deannamollie</i>. (Mollie is my middle name.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Seventeen- a year twelve in little old<b> Adelaide</b>. I need to get out of this town...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">big city dreams, baby.</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Brown eyes represent. My hair colour though, changes constantly. Currently repping <b>VERY</b> dark brown <i>(almost mistaken for black)</i>. I have been featured as a blonde, a red-head, black, highlights, purple + more.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Favourite colour is red. I like shopping. I like pretty dresses and shoes. But I also play COD, love quadbiking and can kick-ass on occasion.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I am single. And I pretty much hate it. Being single gives a gazillion <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(my favourite exaggerated number, by the way) </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">guys an excuse to hit on you and be creepy, and they think it's okay. At least a boyfriend can threaten to kick their ass. I miss the cute boyfriend cuddles while watching movies on the couch, amazing spontaneous kisses and hand holding. I'm an old fashion romantic yo. I guess if I had to pick on good thing about being single, I do love shameless flirting with cute boys.</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I love my Lord and Saviour! I'm a Christian; Unafraid, unashamed, Lord we know who You are. We are Your people and we won't be silent! :) Unified, hear us cry at the top of our lungs. You are our God and we will not be shaken! I go to Church pretty much every Sunday, and youth group every Friday night. I live my life for God. More of Him, less of me.</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I love breath-taking things. Music, beauty, art, film, literature, boys. I live for the world to take my breath away. Make me speechless! Put me on stage and I am alive. I love to dance and act. I also love to sing, but not very well. Behind the stage is also my place. I want to become a Stage Manager in London... I want to work on Broadway shows and big productions!</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;">Shock me... Surprise me... Astound me...</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I think that is all you need to know for now...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>Live long and prosper</b> (oh and I am also a bit of a nerd... shhh).</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">- Dee.</span></i></span></div>deannamolliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07113746024100086312noreply@blogger.com0