tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17257045915445531452024-02-06T23:02:18.379-05:00The Truth About ForeverThe truth about a young woman trying to make her life better for her.pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-65835960075127751852008-08-29T19:03:00.002-04:002008-08-29T19:15:04.546-04:00That something<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKTktgMEKnnJlfKCOMya6A8l6YUHNcuIsKIClmEdwU5i_bT8ZJvs41NBSWVnflOBFjvcSNaKsy_wmPMGSA_md7AKZibIWHCuYrswaQk_fK-4Psl7iwp5yJeCodIe-ip5p6y9Ezd0R2L-I/s1600-h/jump.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240079378778300242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKTktgMEKnnJlfKCOMya6A8l6YUHNcuIsKIClmEdwU5i_bT8ZJvs41NBSWVnflOBFjvcSNaKsy_wmPMGSA_md7AKZibIWHCuYrswaQk_fK-4Psl7iwp5yJeCodIe-ip5p6y9Ezd0R2L-I/s400/jump.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>There is always that something that you want to do. Something spur of the moment fun. That sort of something. Maybe you want to try out for the swim team or become a gamer. It doesn't really matter what your big it thing is, as long as you stick with it. Maybe your at the beach and while no one is looking you want to climb the lifeguard chair and jump of, crashing into the warm sand. That something could even be a death defying stunt that only people in movies do. That type of something. Or it could be something not so dangerous like buying a lottery ticket. What if it was something mischievous. One time me and a couple of my friends broke my cousins vase and said it was my brother who did it. Today's something was a crazy something. I FINALLY KISSED LARRY. After all this time of crushing and flirting i finally took a step up. It was magicaly and to me death defying because... We were both sopping wet. Wierd right. We were wet because we were having a water fight with friends at the park. t all happened so fast. It was a wet romantic story. At least I think it was.</div><div>Lots of Blogging Love♥♥♥</div><div>especially to those who need it.lol.</div>pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-40447421080914150212008-08-28T08:36:00.002-04:002008-08-28T08:51:21.318-04:00The Gateway<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOCImzcA3PVdrOeFKBbB0cVZIQouMsGeqv8Xi2fnjjGJyQokON8a_k7Synu6oVXPTMdb1pCNgtX7tzAWAf6fmSLReqbcYJncZOX9PzcrvZCGMGayjrMTSVVXHnp3CNOqDIhI0mukfInOg/s1600-h/fairykid.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239546848467071698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOCImzcA3PVdrOeFKBbB0cVZIQouMsGeqv8Xi2fnjjGJyQokON8a_k7Synu6oVXPTMdb1pCNgtX7tzAWAf6fmSLReqbcYJncZOX9PzcrvZCGMGayjrMTSVVXHnp3CNOqDIhI0mukfInOg/s400/fairykid.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sometimes new things can be a big change, or they can be a small change. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Everyone</span> has been through different changes. A change could be anything. A change of heart (not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">literally</span>), a change of mind (again not literally), and some physical changes as well. Changes normally totally scare the crap out of me. Well only big changes sometimes do, unless i want the change. Sometimes I can't take them or something goes wrong. Now i think I've learned how to go through with changes and allow myself to change as well. My own special gateway that guides me though. When my parents got divorced i was only six and to young to understand. Things change good or bad. My gateway is pretty much my happy place. I don't meditate but i sit on my bed and imagine happy things. I call it my gateway because when i think of a happy place, for some reason i think of having to open a gate to get inside. I think there has to be an opening or something like that. That's just my imagination, which i love to think is a great thing. as a matter of fact I know my imagination is a great thing. :)<br /><br />~Lots of Blogging Love~pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-59602426723307723542008-08-26T13:46:00.003-04:002008-08-26T14:07:28.985-04:00School...Is a drag<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbO7Mh5aRunYmNLXUy7pFBCd5uHf3mJQrihtT7WILWCwx4r__3pDu4vNTDzYh5LU8Ub67qTt_Cv9QBE6kCv5UwMHdoGRv4kNkClb1fBuQ9IY6MA9QFf41t3PMoZOtQey2OTM05rzY8Vc/s1600-h/glass+giant.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238885353346783330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbO7Mh5aRunYmNLXUy7pFBCd5uHf3mJQrihtT7WILWCwx4r__3pDu4vNTDzYh5LU8Ub67qTt_Cv9QBE6kCv5UwMHdoGRv4kNkClb1fBuQ9IY6MA9QFf41t3PMoZOtQey2OTM05rzY8Vc/s400/glass+giant.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Don't you wish you had a button that could destroy anything with your command. I do. I wish I had one so I could destroy school. It wouldn't be important if people didn't think we had to be smart. We really don't if you think about it long and hard. We don't know everything and we still can survive with the basics that we have known since we were born. Why o why do we go to school. I'm now starting to question if school is even healthy for us. We tear ourselves apart because we are under pressure. The stress that we get is because we are being put under pressure by people who were once in our position. Teachers act like they don't know how we feel. They actually endure more stress than we do. It isn't fair to any of us. THEN WHY DO WE DO IT! Does anyone know the answer to this question. I think not a single person does. It is also funny how people blame the lack of work in school on TV. Didn't people who went to school create the TV and it shows. Duhh!!! We can't blame the tv or the devil for our own stupidity. Before I get to carried away (lol) I would like to say that this is all true. If you like school I am not judging you. You probably like school because you socialize with all your friends. I think that is the best part about school to be honest. Anyways have a <strong>great</strong> day!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Lots of Blogging Love♥♥ ;)</div>pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-89854551190094645062008-08-23T18:58:00.003-04:002008-08-25T13:23:20.485-04:00A Frame<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXyt7b6WY2MwdDB_D4aqPlaGfoEqz7MSZemgS4dRisHg0NYupkvD7Le4u5hv8O6GCXlWbs2ySaCWal8xqtq_iak0n8WG23XmFPml5afxSYbQrso_xHXxIS67jSERU1QcDf7yp515XEz44/s1600-h/photography123.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237852060651341634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXyt7b6WY2MwdDB_D4aqPlaGfoEqz7MSZemgS4dRisHg0NYupkvD7Le4u5hv8O6GCXlWbs2ySaCWal8xqtq_iak0n8WG23XmFPml5afxSYbQrso_xHXxIS67jSERU1QcDf7yp515XEz44/s400/photography123.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Everyone has a frame. A frame is like a personal border (no matter how big or how small). You can change your frame any way you want. It might not be easy. The only thing I wonder is how do you find your frame. I'm guessing that isn't easy at all. There is also the possibility that I already know what my frame is, I just don't understand it. If that makes any sense at all. i wish i didn't have to wonder about thses things either. It makes me so anxious to get to the bottom of somethings. I love knowing who, what, where , when, why, and how about almost anything. I don't know why either. I think it is just my thing. I think that is the easiest way to explain it. I guess that is also part of my frame. What is your frame???</div>pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-82752764772959742392008-08-20T19:29:00.001-04:002008-08-20T19:30:24.195-04:00Sorry! ☻I made a mistake any comments u have about the post I just posted or anything else put them here until I make a new post please. Thnx....pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-86935569978870376342008-08-18T20:37:00.015-04:002008-08-20T19:28:57.733-04:00Heels!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg16o0Rk2ZVZL7DHOL3x6pfwTSGl4AEMneKeWVlyPMNb0J0C90Q93NNl8DUtwZrfKAUTIJB58fCagsSqPsFwHy4IPx0jr1JX4KIdi647F8lh6IssCUwb5uJ-hDQKXqWIh7K_IJW20Gj2oY/s1600-h/fashion25.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236744655869995874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg16o0Rk2ZVZL7DHOL3x6pfwTSGl4AEMneKeWVlyPMNb0J0C90Q93NNl8DUtwZrfKAUTIJB58fCagsSqPsFwHy4IPx0jr1JX4KIdi647F8lh6IssCUwb5uJ-hDQKXqWIh7K_IJW20Gj2oY/s400/fashion25.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjFhhereTkHZGpRBmxEXukIxeixU3QiN-xXlNZ5dOMOsgr37KkeZczH05yER6AMAkc4aoS294Jr2Xrlws1ZS9Lei9ypEj_31bTBwdqq-iwDONT-CgNK_HQiPJtYrJ8r44iaFmPFQKJBk/s1600-h/heels+again.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236744287284076178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjFhhereTkHZGpRBmxEXukIxeixU3QiN-xXlNZ5dOMOsgr37KkeZczH05yER6AMAkc4aoS294Jr2Xrlws1ZS9Lei9ypEj_31bTBwdqq-iwDONT-CgNK_HQiPJtYrJ8r44iaFmPFQKJBk/s400/heels+again.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfXopSJVh46mDzIeNKz0_KKy4V5xIhkEoPNEy8Kd986j79MvqJUrGbfdGVgHIG5cxX2kAMuuqVB0xjW_7WsKUniWJOppzEpRMwSNjiavaJJ_KExvYx1Q22fKXu_QYnuqkpWyhrYmPripg/s1600-h/socks+and+heels.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236743333750099202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfXopSJVh46mDzIeNKz0_KKy4V5xIhkEoPNEy8Kd986j79MvqJUrGbfdGVgHIG5cxX2kAMuuqVB0xjW_7WsKUniWJOppzEpRMwSNjiavaJJ_KExvYx1Q22fKXu_QYnuqkpWyhrYmPripg/s400/socks+and+heels.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis5dLgK7mTs2i0gQi5k9eEP985nERJkRR_wtaULFq7oLYrHd02IyYRRTQUo9WzlHdVk4h4JMucMJL0F_x08iS_gvXTHLDOjMVzW5ZyeyF0PFSGx6V8jlO1t6PPDRUXC1GPBxcuma6WZY4/s1600-h/shoes-1-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236741467530036802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis5dLgK7mTs2i0gQi5k9eEP985nERJkRR_wtaULFq7oLYrHd02IyYRRTQUo9WzlHdVk4h4JMucMJL0F_x08iS_gvXTHLDOjMVzW5ZyeyF0PFSGx6V8jlO1t6PPDRUXC1GPBxcuma6WZY4/s400/shoes-1-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0lD37Nrwwn1rdRJ9QGt0Hg1ytSG1yygHKP7CkfsVsEXDv3HvGWuj5Q6J1kmdRLy5H5woSHmPQQEPvXrIvsXESIPQBL6xSVp9UQd6aSBTXSgSLvLShKkFOwnnKvlHpgO0EtON_cmCZQY/s1600-h/shoes5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236740974897296034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0lD37Nrwwn1rdRJ9QGt0Hg1ytSG1yygHKP7CkfsVsEXDv3HvGWuj5Q6J1kmdRLy5H5woSHmPQQEPvXrIvsXESIPQBL6xSVp9UQd6aSBTXSgSLvLShKkFOwnnKvlHpgO0EtON_cmCZQY/s400/shoes5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV25R6r2iePNkER5fZHL5wU-zU52P5_DdQRgQj5lYAPRFRdJbU7AoSiClCeE3TXuR3cmEPrqKF4YRmHXdyvNun3ahJRDoDilTtHQb2Fxb10Uls25Qkh7s9TR6W2z_kkgs8rN6AkIcYg3w/s1600-h/thheels-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236739308685914050" style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="134" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV25R6r2iePNkER5fZHL5wU-zU52P5_DdQRgQj5lYAPRFRdJbU7AoSiClCeE3TXuR3cmEPrqKF4YRmHXdyvNun3ahJRDoDilTtHQb2Fxb10Uls25Qkh7s9TR6W2z_kkgs8rN6AkIcYg3w/s400/thheels-1.jpg" width="186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiUSWzkkyJnTstZ_5cYaEiGQqshyGY5cxxiS2Ts5zLzfXv1BcEH7NtBBOKazmAjC8BoC6qGZt_wxjC5L4RHLStPwMvPHDdKtVzvBquT7xjPkBZC0mNYyc6Yy37j9Dmc3KjOL7te1Zsoh8/s1600-h/highheels.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236737705172073090" style="WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" height="96" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiUSWzkkyJnTstZ_5cYaEiGQqshyGY5cxxiS2Ts5zLzfXv1BcEH7NtBBOKazmAjC8BoC6qGZt_wxjC5L4RHLStPwMvPHDdKtVzvBquT7xjPkBZC0mNYyc6Yy37j9Dmc3KjOL7te1Zsoh8/s400/highheels.jpg" width="111" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNcH3EdvjBBXiPsYzRdKsHXgDmytJOo1qlrFGDqv0A9zkfj-6Uv1PAUK2E4vXOGSuEsSy6MgMKsJceG4qMvv8dOJCFrJbM7IMU0tzwTtz8bn9HTmTIaftoDamGxgq5zQRosOjgfrqztSA/s1600-h/purple.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236737154961673842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNcH3EdvjBBXiPsYzRdKsHXgDmytJOo1qlrFGDqv0A9zkfj-6Uv1PAUK2E4vXOGSuEsSy6MgMKsJceG4qMvv8dOJCFrJbM7IMU0tzwTtz8bn9HTmTIaftoDamGxgq5zQRosOjgfrqztSA/s400/purple.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-vQS4JQejL2D3NiAP2TUWyZ7RRpOgUSqjn9RYtnV_W3m27Rt5czf0QfUHYALHPODPSehIbCx_L4Ne9wbLbvEUeUaP0mniGDtAg0YgP6MyzPCGqWtPyuJqLKsrIh8LE6vZkocW8VT53Q/s1600-h/heels-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236411791877610114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-vQS4JQejL2D3NiAP2TUWyZ7RRpOgUSqjn9RYtnV_W3m27Rt5czf0QfUHYALHPODPSehIbCx_L4Ne9wbLbvEUeUaP0mniGDtAg0YgP6MyzPCGqWtPyuJqLKsrIh8LE6vZkocW8VT53Q/s400/heels-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ukowKgEPtuuqWg6UrSF3yRqwTj3mVYFD8CrjPUHj4sd-Hz309SKILGEeIP29Z_0VJvmUIPE-GAt98-xUphAyzPa3E3tYx5EP44IKZyiAUA_SCeijlsxZHcrnj-xJt1qTZE_SXkbyEIg/s1600-h/greenpumps.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236025564189891954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ukowKgEPtuuqWg6UrSF3yRqwTj3mVYFD8CrjPUHj4sd-Hz309SKILGEeIP29Z_0VJvmUIPE-GAt98-xUphAyzPa3E3tYx5EP44IKZyiAUA_SCeijlsxZHcrnj-xJt1qTZE_SXkbyEIg/s400/greenpumps.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I'm going to go crazy with my craving for heels. Here are pics that will blow your mind(probably not but they are cool). I don't wear heels all the time but when I wear them i love to look SEXY!!!</div><div></div><div>Lots of Blogging Love♥☻</div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-80598821502101488582008-08-13T19:35:00.000-04:002008-08-13T20:53:44.854-04:00Yikes!! I had a bad moment<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnvFcGMocWwlcA2BdHEY3H1B6LOSmJSum54_Ojk_81Uv-PGpd5Nj7ZIizmgOJBife_kY0w5BAla7HYIKZwsIhQ5rkvGa2XngDJHTd4IB4TsXoEMOIWlznUgvHtQE-AfDaZwPkd2Uq8oI/s1600-h/fashion.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234150553955745042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnvFcGMocWwlcA2BdHEY3H1B6LOSmJSum54_Ojk_81Uv-PGpd5Nj7ZIizmgOJBife_kY0w5BAla7HYIKZwsIhQ5rkvGa2XngDJHTd4IB4TsXoEMOIWlznUgvHtQE-AfDaZwPkd2Uq8oI/s400/fashion.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I've had my "woops" moments. Everyone has them. Just the other day Melody and I went to the Statue of liberty. When you exit their are really steep wooden stairs. We were trying to be extra carefull (especially me cuz i wanted to be stupid and wear spicy red heals). All of a sudden Melody misses a step and stumbles. Thank goodness it was the last stair we had to go down. It could have been serious. I have had practice though. My grandmother is all about edicate so she always made me practice walking with flat objects on my head. I would have to walk like I was walking down a catwalk. </div><div>anyways we eventually laughed it off. I still was kinda worried about if she was ok or not. A lot of people saw her little incident. It wasn't major , but they thought it was hilarious. It really wasn't but who cares now.</div><div>Also:</div><div> </div><div>I was a few hours ago fretting what I was going to do. The people from gap called saying that they wanted to do the shoot on September 25. That was the same day I have to take a special test afterschool so my english lit. teacher could see where i stand in his class. They wanted to set up the shoot for 3:45. I told them it was fine. Once I hung up the phone I was completely pissed. I had no idea what I was going to do. Then at 8:30pm they called saying they had to change the photoshoot to October 16. I was so happy. I didn't have to worry about a thing. *Fewww*. Total relief. Now I am more excited then I am angry I just have to figure out what day october 16 is... But it isn't an important day because my teacher didn't say anything about it.</div><div> </div><div>~Lots of Blogging Love ♥♥♥</div>pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-54420784916442212482008-08-09T13:17:00.001-04:002008-08-09T20:29:30.475-04:00express yourself ♥ in new ways<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghcQZ7Ja-I7Xe6X476XaVS8PlbB250khJ4dl6Ce3wkMzzDbH_YQoHVFwtTdYeHZ8iRWvmw_VBLEVIrnbFuJBBr4GYjYrUzBDvNXGY3NPkUfst4LBrnnim9F4JZlbAlE0XNgnyZrudNb0s/s1600-h/Water+lilies.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232676145417121058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghcQZ7Ja-I7Xe6X476XaVS8PlbB250khJ4dl6Ce3wkMzzDbH_YQoHVFwtTdYeHZ8iRWvmw_VBLEVIrnbFuJBBr4GYjYrUzBDvNXGY3NPkUfst4LBrnnim9F4JZlbAlE0XNgnyZrudNb0s/s400/Water+lilies.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I love to express myself. I have discovered a new talent of mine. I can write. I have even started my own book. It is called "Saving the Moon". I have only typed about sixteen pages but it is really good. It is about a girl who is in love with the moon. She wants to know the secrets behind it. She wants to know why it glows with beauty and many other things. She keeps a diary about all these things that she wants to know, and what she believes in. I want to make it seem like the diary is kinda of like a blog. That way i can add some stuff that i write on my blog to make her life more realistic. I loooove writing so much. I still haven't decided what I want to be. I also love modeling though. I got a job for G.A.P., so expect to c me in ads for gap. My modeling job is probably what's keeping me from deciding. But it is like a passion to me. Everyone has a passion. A passion can be anything pretty much. You can have a passion for someone or something. Me, I have a passion for DeAnte and for modeling. I wish writing fit in there somewhere. And i know I can do it i just don't know how.<a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/art%20or%20fine%20art/gaiapoetics/art.jpg?o=28"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 3px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="429" alt="" src="http://media.photobucket.com/image/art%20or%20fine%20art/gaiapoetics/art.jpg?o=28" border="0" /></a> Lots of blogging love. :)<br /><br /><div></div></div>pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-74748631439394004952008-08-08T17:30:00.001-04:002008-08-08T17:42:42.738-04:00Confidence is Key<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-49ia50T18CLKuzsyKr7jAwm7_7hCZnyY36SY0WHTzN13sSZHo09QSZDM7pNDS8lnNXm6l_sfPEEr4YXtlymgj8_ZJUDZdW3Nx6IzvaVHujFwSOyIb19L1UQI4-7dWhBMkNBt3fQt7M/s1600-h/413602007_ORIG.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232262815623440258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-49ia50T18CLKuzsyKr7jAwm7_7hCZnyY36SY0WHTzN13sSZHo09QSZDM7pNDS8lnNXm6l_sfPEEr4YXtlymgj8_ZJUDZdW3Nx6IzvaVHujFwSOyIb19L1UQI4-7dWhBMkNBt3fQt7M/s400/413602007_ORIG.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>To do almost anything you must have confidence. You don't have to be daring our brave but you have to think about what options you have . You have to know the differrent paths. Confidence can be easy and it can be hard. Putting and orange in your mouth can show you have confidence. It shows you have the confidence to be goofy. Being gooofy can be fun. You don't need a lot of confidence to do it. Confidence is key wether you like it or not. In life confidence screams at us and tells us "use me in your life and i will make everything better". Now it might not make everything better, but it sure can help.</div><div>I was watching a show where a girl had to stand up to her parents. They had emotionally abused her. After her brother died they took it out on her. They did little things to brake her. They forced her to move into his bedroom full of mermories that hurt her because she missed him. She finally had then guts and the confidence to talk to someone who then helped her decide what was best for her. I don't mean to be all deep but confidence is "key".</div><div> </div><div>Lots of blogging love!! xoxoxo</div>pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-64093578443641802082008-08-07T20:25:00.000-04:002008-08-07T20:35:47.347-04:00The trees and what i believe.lol. its deepI believe the trees are our ancestors. They guide us without us knowing it.<br />I believe the wind is the trees breath. They love to speak about many things.<br />I believe the trees can pass conversations. They talk all across the entire world.<br />I believe the ground is the trees lover. The ground supports the tree forever.<br />I believe the sky entertains the trees. The blue is enchanting.<br />I believe that the clouds secretly envie the trees for their connection with the sky. They try to block it when they can.<br />I believe that water is the trees best friend . Next in line to the ground.<br />That is how I feel. How do you feel???pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-40074536538086188492008-08-02T19:03:00.000-04:002008-08-02T19:14:47.746-04:00in hidingLife can suck at various times. But for me that time is right now. I have been avoiding my summer work for a couple of weeks. I lied and said i had already started it. I have been lagging behind. School starts in sept. so i need to step my game up and fast. school isn't fun at all but if i want to suceed i have to do this stuff. We all have to go through it at some point. Anyways summer is coming to an end soon so i won't have to keep this hiding from my summer work.<br /><br />Lots of blogging love :) ♥pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-32513149417827905052008-07-27T11:49:00.000-04:002008-07-27T11:57:43.262-04:00The Diva♥ of the SunglassesI love sunglasses. They protect me and give some edge to my look. Avaitors rock. I also have some leopard print glasses. I have a pair from apple bottom and i have a few others. I have worn all of them. I have about seven. I love♥the sun but it hurts my eyes so what am i supposed to do. My favorite pair would have to be my avaitors. They are a blue gray kind of color and they are what i call Stunna Shades. Next in line would have to be my leopard print ones. They don't go with everything i wear but they are a good look for me. What do you love about your glasses??pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-85522601866776557612008-07-21T21:40:00.002-04:002008-07-21T21:49:44.467-04:00Secrets to keeping my blog "älive"See the thing is a lot of people get suprised when i leave a comment on their blog. Sometimes they think that people don't read the things they blog about. but sometimes if u really read the things they have to say u may find it interesting. even if you don't u should still leave a comment just for good spirit. if you have conections with other bloggers then your blog will be much more alive then it ever was. some people don't really need to know this or they just don't care but it is the truth. the top of my blog says it.<br />lots of blogging love :) ♥pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-22598178098342929682008-07-19T13:31:00.000-04:002008-07-19T13:37:52.063-04:00Say goodbye to Florida and Hello to Coach!!!I got these adorable coach shoes when i was in Florida. They are navy blue wedges. The wedge is actually wooden and the shoe is navy blue. I don't normally like coach because of thoes stupid cs they have on them. The ones i just bought only have cs on the little bow on the top of the shoe. You don't know how much i love them. I am wearing them right now. Lol. So now that i am back home i can wear these whenever i want. Yes♥pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-56177025063996767732008-07-11T08:17:00.000-04:002008-07-12T09:08:43.661-04:00Robyn is RudeMy little cousin is like 8 or something and she is like the devil's step daughter or something. Robyn Seniors is her name evil is her game. Before she got to the hotel i was playing with my baby cousin thomas. We were having fun without her. When she came she tried to seperate us in front of everyone. She was being rude and evil. I had about enough. I am much older and she needs to show respect to me. i didn't do anything to her at all. She needs to learn her manners sometime soon. She is gonna have problems in the future if she doesn't stop. Anyways i am typing to you from the Embassy Suites hotel in west palm beach demanding respect from my family.lol.pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-14223434101174059292008-07-07T20:19:00.000-04:002008-07-07T20:52:13.738-04:00What FL is likeIt is hotttttttttttttt down here. I think i am going to melt. I have been chewing on ice for about a half hour now. I was on facebook earlier now i want to blog. The first part of the reunion has been ok. I haven't had many problems. Some of the boys who i now know are in my family are getting on my last giant nerve. When we ordered our room service they twere hanging out in the hall way making fun of the lady who gave us our breakfast. Man i hate when people are so rude. So i went outside the room and set them straight. They were younger than me so i had the upper hand. Anyways I won't be back for about another week. After we leave West Palm beach we are going to Talahasse, Florida. (My spelling might be a little off.) My vacation is going to be long and fun as you can see. i miss NY though. I miss my city!!!! :( .lol. I'll be fine ;).pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-51934111674464568542008-07-05T16:02:00.001-04:002008-07-05T16:02:42.040-04:00Looky at my little pet. lol.<embed height="300" width="250" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/toys/creature2.swf?user=DEAL" quality="high"
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Today is independence day celebrate your independence with someone or something you love. Please don't be lonely.<span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">the way i see it :</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">RED is for the blood that we shed to gain our independence </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I couldn't write in white but you get the idea</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Blue is for togetherness, even if you are independent yourself</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I hope you have a great independence day all you bloggers. ♥ :)</span>pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-37902547531228702372008-07-03T19:29:00.000-04:002008-07-03T19:43:37.879-04:00Hey!!!I am leaving for Florida pretty soon. I wanted to have a chance to post something before i go. Then again I might take my laptop w/ me just incase. I think I might do that. So my big news is..... drum roll plz. I got my belly button pierced. It is painfull at first but then you get used to it. It was hard for me at first. I got no sleep because I sleep on my stomach. I couldn't sleep on my stomach because it would irritate my ring. It felt akward. In other news in my life....ummm.... DeAnte is an AMAZING kisser. Our first date was great. We had a great time at the club, but our second was even better. We went to Central Park for our second. I know now your thinking what is good about Central Park, but it is what happened that made it romantic. We rented a baot so we could travel through the lake. He was doing all the wrok. What a gentleman he was. While we were on the boat he was talking about people in his family. Then he started to tell me that when his mom first ment me she thought i was pretty and all then he kissed me. For the first time. to be honest i was suprised I even ended up in this position. I used to feel differently about DeAnte. Much different. So what does this mean??? ♥♥♥pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-37531329673224583122008-06-26T13:35:00.000-04:002008-06-26T13:45:41.634-04:00Summer Vacation UnleashedOMG!!!<br />Tonight I am going to Phillie to see my cousin perform. She is going to get a spot in some dance school at france. She wants some of the family to see her at her last recitle before she starts school in France. We are so proud of her. When I come back I'm going on my first date since Patrick. Or at least my first real date since then. DeAnte and I are going clubbing. His brother is a the head security guard at club 40/40 in NYC. We are going to have so much fun. Now that school is over I can once again let loose. DeAnte is really cool. I'm starting to like him a lot. Patrick already told me that he was jealous. I went off on him. He blew it himself. Pshawww. He isn't in the front of my mind. He isn't even inside my head. Im just chillin this summer. 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It is a process. If u have any ideas they would be so helpful right now.pocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725704591544553145.post-25995386880151726612008-06-21T09:13:00.000-04:002008-06-21T09:41:03.983-04:00Through my window.... I wrote it by myself!!!When I cry at night it isn't because I miss you<br />It is because I kissed you<br />In that kiss I took in all your lies<br />All your thoughts and all your dreams<br />And by all means your dreams were only fantasy<br />None of them realistic<br />It made me want to go balistic<br />When I think of all the terrible things about you<br />I remember one thing<br />The thing I loved about you the most<br />Not even that delicious toast you make<br />But I remeber that time you where outside my house<br />You told me you were thinking about becoming my spouse<br />And you looked through my window with your beautiful eyes<br />Then I forgot about all your lies<br />And the tears I shed are for you<br />Hoping that someday you will find you<br />And step in some new shoespocketz♥full♥of♥posiezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04136379895345483930noreply@blogger.com1