tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49064560767178545872011-12-31T13:29:07.906-06:00at the end of the day, sometimes it is necessary to let some steam off... I dance.dancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977131657830126085noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906456076717854587.post-37477109657353972722007-09-03T09:55:00.000-06:002007-12-03T02:07:33.072-06:00

So i went into Anthropologie today. They have some of the cutest clothing and trinkets ever. My favorite part however, is the home decorating section; more specifically-DISHES :)I invested in my first full set of dishes. They are bright green, hand-painted plates. Salad plates and bowls too! Then I topped off my invigorating purchase with some adorable cups. I am not sure if there is a single

dancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977131657830126085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906456076717854587.post-10109081266838425562007-08-30T21:11:00.000-06:002007-12-03T01:55:23.260-06:00

So after all the drama with my friends from high school, i feel like i've moved on and it's all behind me.I'm back in the city after an awkward summer trapped in a small town within miles of my ex-besties. It was such a hard summer for me...being on my own and having no friends to really lean on. I decided to get out of the lease I had signed with those girls and I moved in with a new roommate,

dancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977131657830126085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906456076717854587.post-33438527053878799562007-06-04T23:01:00.000-06:002007-06-04T23:25:27.982-06:00

It has officially been too long...but there is good news! There are new prospects! I really like him :DMadtown Man is half Puerto Rican so he has dark features. Very athletic and confident. Not too confident tho...he has a quiet, modest side.We always hung out when I was in school, and shamelessly flirted, making stupid jokes-most with some sort of sexual connotation. He never put much effort

dancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977131657830126085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906456076717854587.post-9060790426226118232007-05-16T09:29:00.000-06:002007-05-17T21:26:33.329-06:00

Recently I experienced a falling out with two of my closest friends. Something happened to me personally, forgive me for not going into detail, but it put the ultimate strain on my life about a year ago. I was suddenly unaware of what kind of person I was, and who I was to become. It happened a year ago and I struggled through it and came out on top. A year has passed and it has come back to

dancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977131657830126085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906456076717854587.post-76059802946496332452007-05-13T23:49:00.000-06:002007-05-17T21:27:43.678-06:00

So I finally met up with Summer Guy this past weekend! It was a total let down too. Sad...I actually thought this one had the potential to be cool.I went south for a few days to visit some friends. He called just to chat and said he was in town too. So, he told me to meet him at this party. I went and he was not just drunk, it was worse....he was inebriated to the n-th degee. Drunkenness doesn't

dancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977131657830126085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906456076717854587.post-28496595507481342032007-05-11T17:02:00.000-06:002007-05-06T11:03:02.691-06:00

Does anyone else feel like that associate people, things, and experiences to songs WAY too much? Today I hit shuffle on the iPod so I could re-discover some of those songs I haven't listened to in a while. I found myself on an emotional rollercoaster. From sad, then on the happy side, optimistic, then sad again. Songs about B man are the worst. There are two different kinds. There are songs that

dancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977131657830126085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906456076717854587.post-48385310808544394832007-05-07T15:17:00.000-06:002007-05-06T11:11:59.364-06:00

Last summer I went on a trip with one of my best friends. We went to a resort for a weekend and were looking forward to a weekend laying in the sun with our margaritas and girl talk. What I didn't expect is to meet a guy....especially to meet a guy I can't forget.We met them in the pool, it was Summer Guy and three of his friends. We all went on the waterslides and sat in the hottub. I made a

dancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977131657830126085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906456076717854587.post-71166965618887091942007-05-05T14:36:00.000-06:002007-05-05T22:20:00.704-06:00

There are things about college that, if you take a stop back, you realize are completely hilarious. Things that normally would be considered outlandish, are okay.... as long as you are in college. Examples? Procrastinating until staying up all night is a requirement. Eating food that doesn't exactly look right- i.e. dorm food. But of all stupid college mannerisms, and the one that all people

dancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977131657830126085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906456076717854587.post-88279669248876314692007-04-19T18:26:00.000-06:002007-04-19T19:00:37.761-06:00

The ex, or B man as my friends and I refer to him occasionally, had that air of confidence that all woman find attractive. But under that confidence lay an array of deep seated issues. I, as a perfect girlfriend, did everything I could to help him. In the end, it was burdonsome and I had to let go. Sooner or later I missed the rest of what we had had together, and so I went back. Why? That

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