tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44813417471693240112024-02-20T20:05:27.200-08:00Forever in the StarlightKarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02465517941043913549noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481341747169324011.post-89829750342282589792012-11-11T15:23:00.000-08:002012-11-11T15:23:27.751-08:00Birthday Wishes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you're wondering, on the ninth of November, I was supposed to blow out seventeen candles [my cake was lacking sixteen of those seventeen].<br />
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I just wanted to thank everybody that has been there for me the past year, and especially the two very special people that were there with me Friday.<br />
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Birthdays are only special if you share them with someone <3<br />
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It's been a great 16th, but 17 will be better.(:<br />
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It's funny how friendship works. <br />
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You start out as <span style="font-size: large;">strangers</span>. Two people tossed into a situation, whether good or bad, and for some reason, you make a <u>connection.</u> From there, the friendship has two options: to <span style="font-size: large;">g<span style="font-size: large;">row<span style="font-size: small;"> and become<span style="font-size: small;"> strangers turned <b>best friends</b><span style="font-size: small;"> or </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;">to <i>fade away</i>. </span><br />
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Should the friendship continue, you learn more and more about each other. Through good times and bad, you promise. Through birthdays and inside jokes, it lasts. Until, one day the two of you know what seems like <i>everything </i>about each other. And then something happens. It doesn't have to be big or even trivial, and you have to make a choice.<br />
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To stay <b>best friends</b> or to <i>fade away</i>?<br />
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Slowly, the drift happens. Now, it might not be a fault of your own. Maybe it's time, or work or even other people. Until the final stage: <span style="font-size: large;">strangers</span>. <br />
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Now there's someone out there that was <u>once</u> a part of your life. Someone who knew you for a period of your life. They might know your favorite color, your birthday or even that weird habit of yours. Sure a "Happy Birthday" or "Hi" might appear, but you'll never reach that <b>best friend</b> point again. <br />
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Even though it's sad to lose friends, you just have to be thankful that they were there for you when they were. There's a lot of "maybe"s and "what if"s but you have to live in the here and now: <span style="font-size: large;">the present</span>. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769440435732967631noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481341747169324011.post-41004584756560563662012-11-01T19:58:00.000-07:002012-11-01T19:58:10.198-07:00HalloweenThe months are just flyin' by, aren't they?<br />
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Well as you all know, yesterday was October 31, which means HALLOWEEN (: <br />
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Yes, I did dress up to pass out candy. But it's okay, cause Halloween only happens once a year. <br />
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Three of my friends came over, including <a href="http://thatcoffeetheatrenerd.blogspot.com/">Megan</a>, but I'll leave her to blog about her own costume.We basically just chilled out and passed out candy throughout the night.<br />
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Don't ask what the kid in the middle's costume was. I'm still not entirely sure...even after he explained it to me. <br />
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The cutest little boy made my day. He went up to me and told me in the most serious voice possible not to go into the woods. Then, he proceeded to explain to me that he was "Super-girl" and not Superman.<br />
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Anyways, I hope you guys had a Happy Halloween!<br />
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This weekend was my homecoming, and I'm not going to lie: I had a freaking great time. Everyone always says that after freshman and sophomore year, that homecoming is stupid and lame, but seriously. It was amazing. Plus, you only have four of 'em, so why not?<br />
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In my little, 5-inch heels, you couldn't have peeled me off the dance floor. I credit it to all the years I did dance, haha. My poor date was probably wondering what he got himself into. In my defense: he is my best friend and I did warn him, so he should have expected the craziness. <br />
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Homecoming 2012. I decided to give my date/best friend a bit of privacy and crop them out.<br />
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Basically, where I'm going with this post is: It's good to challenge yourself and do things that you know you're not the best at, but every once in a while, go out and have fun [even if you do have 20 other things you <i>should</i> be doing instead.]<br />
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Sure, I'll take my part and own up to it, but can you own up to yours?<br />
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It's funny how petty little fights seem so silly, but are often times the most destructive. Sometimes the people you care about the most are the people that are able to <i>hurt</i> you the most. <br />
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My friend's birthday was yesterday and as a present, she received mustache cookies. She gave me one ^_^<br />
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It goes to show you, there's always a bit of sunshine even in the darkest places(: Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769440435732967631noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481341747169324011.post-90206126002084529152012-09-23T19:22:00.000-07:002012-09-23T19:22:04.035-07:00Happy Autumn!<br />
So, the first day of fall was yesterday, and I forgot to put this post up... whoops.<br />
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It's finally Fall! (:<br />
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Say hello to the over-sized sweatshirts, warm hot cocoa, knee boots, scarves and colorful leaves. Embrace the crisp mornings, plaid shirts and the warm feeling you get when you walk through the door. Love the crunching leaves, bright oranges and jumping into leaf piles. <br />
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Thank you google pictures(: Everything I love about Fall <3<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769440435732967631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481341747169324011.post-42162303305320854972012-09-03T09:03:00.003-07:002012-09-04T16:34:36.724-07:00Worst LuckI probably have the worst luck in the world.<br />
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After a month of avoiding Figment, I actually started to write the other day. After spending around two hours typing and perfecting, I saved the piece and went to bed.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769440435732967631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481341747169324011.post-79170449805199320242012-08-21T12:38:00.001-07:002012-08-21T12:38:24.504-07:00Into the Wild Ever read the book <i>Into the Wild</i>?<br />
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It's a book written about a twenty-something year old who hiked out to the Alaskan wilderness without proper supplies, and dies. I bet you're wondering how the author got two hundred pages squeezed out of that story. Well, like every story, it's more than that.<br />
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Here and now, in our materialistic society, it's sometimes hard to stick to morals or determine what's really important. But at the end of the day, it's you who make those decisions. <br />
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Just something I've been thinking about. (:Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769440435732967631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481341747169324011.post-54410851476651636122012-08-09T20:03:00.000-07:002012-08-09T20:09:58.820-07:00DIY Bracelets and Beach Packin'<br />
Recently, I've really been into making bracelets and such <strike>since I've been taking a break from Figment</strike> [See aggravation over lost stories on last post...] <br />
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I've always liked the idea of friendship bracelets and figured I would make them myself instead of going out and buying some. Last year, my friend showed me how to make this bracelet and I literally wore it all year [I couldn't get it off my wrist] until it fell off a couple weeks ago. <br />
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After a week of not turning on [it wouldn't go past the load screen], my dad and I found this helpful tip about setting the laptop back to it's factory settings, and my laptop works again. (: <br />
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Writing is a big part of my life [even though I don't do it <i>that</i> often] and I'm extremely mad that everything I put endless amounts of effort in disappeared overnight. It's definitely going to take me time to sit down and write again...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769440435732967631noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481341747169324011.post-12310847221450702682012-07-29T08:17:00.002-07:002012-07-29T08:19:42.054-07:00RedecoratingRecently, I was inspired by one of my friends to redecorate and organize my room. <span style="font-size: x-small;">I swear, that girl has the most organized bedroom...<i>when it's clean</i>. </span><span style="font-size: small;">No, seriously. That girl has a knack for decorating. She cuts out letters from random pictures in magazines, uses household items to make into the cutest storage and makes all her wall-decors. </span><br />
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So far, I've cleared the surface of my desk, dragged a huge CD/shelf holder up into my room [to be decorated] and piled <i><strike>crap</strike></i> stuff into shoe boxes... <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769440435732967631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481341747169324011.post-29076072569790201072012-07-21T21:47:00.000-07:002012-07-21T21:47:21.947-07:00College VisitsOh, good gracious. Has it really been a week since I've last updated?<br />
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This week, I've worked, successfully finished one of my summer assignments, caught up with friends and gone shopping. <br />
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Yesterday, in particular, was a HUGE day. I went with my friend Megan, who I mention <i>constantly </i>on this blog, to visit a college campus and then go outlet mall shopping (:<br />
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You would think that would sound simple...<br />
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Unfortunately, college visiting and an over-excited cousin who had previously attended the school don't mix well. By that I mean, we spent hours 'oohing' and 'ahhing' over new buildings that had been built within the last ten years since my cousin had attended the school, told several sporadic stories about college life, and taking old short cuts that turned out to be excess zig-zagging across campus.<br />
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Not to say that it wasn't fun. Oh, no, it was fine. Except, y'know the rain. And the fact that a tiny campus took us so long to explore.<br />
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All kidding aside, the college was really nice, and I'm looking forward to visiting again... y'know, when it's not pouring down rain.<br />
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And no, <strike>after posting several pictures and personal facts about myself</strike>, I will not post the name of the college because I feel like it'll reveal my location...and you don't know how many creepers are out there on the internet O.o<br />
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After that, we ducked into the outlet malls, where Megan and I spent a good portion of our time buying cheaper-than-normal overly-priced clothes xD Seriously. I got a Ralph Lauren sweater for $20, and Megan walked away with several Calvin Klein button-ups for around $20 each. Oh, and we also got matching shoes. Cause we're best friends. And freaks. (;<br />
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Thus concluded my day...or... yesterday..? And in a few hours [when it's a decent time to be awake], I'll have to run out and buy food for my friend's surprise birthday party. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769440435732967631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481341747169324011.post-54233789044196032782012-07-14T17:44:00.000-07:002012-07-14T17:44:18.602-07:00Hiking and Hectic Schedules<br />
This week. Wow.<br />
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I feel like summer's just going by in a blur, and I'm just here for the ride.<br />
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This week, I spent Monday through Thursday in an SAT Prep class, which took up a good majority of my time.<br />
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I guess you could say the class was informing... However, teenagers, school and early mornings don't mix. Waking up at 6:00 isn't pleasant, I'll tell you. It was amusing because the class was optional, and every day, there would be less and less people. My class ended with about 7 out of the 20-something we started with.<br />
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Then, I had a sleepover with my friend Kate, and it was nice catching up with her, considering that I don't get too see her as often as I'd like.<br />
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Today, I went hiking with <a href="http://thatcoffeetheatrenerd.blogspot.com/">Megan</a>.
It's a bit ironic, because I'm probably the worst person to take
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Surprisingly, I really did enjoy myself. It was nice, and I spent a good portion of the time walking ahead the rest of the group, which I'm a bit proud of. ^_^ <br />
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This was my first time hiking, and I thought it was pretty fun. I definitely liked the uphill [I'm a freak] better than the downhill. Mostly because I had a tendency to slide/fall on the rocks and I felt like I had more control and balance going uphill. <br />
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<br />I found out today that apparently rocks and I don't mix. By that, I mean, every few seconds [mostly when I was going downhill] I would trip, slide or lose my balance on the rocks. And yes, I did fall. Three times. And I've got a battle wound on my knee to prove it, haha.<br />
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The hike was around 1.7 miles, and the journey up and down was 3.4/3.5 <br />
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The top was the best part. The view was absolutely amazing, and I'm pretty sure we spent around 30 minutes sitting either by the water or looking out at the mountains.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amazing view. Oh gosh, I look so tired, haha.</td></tr>
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Overall, despite the multitude of falling and my minor flesh wound, I had an amazing time hiking. It's duly noted that I should bring a First Aid Kit the next time I go hiking.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769440435732967631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481341747169324011.post-19225566678897377192012-07-14T16:50:00.000-07:002012-07-14T16:52:43.317-07:00New Orlean Pictures<br />
Better late than never, eh?<br />
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I didn't take too many pictures of New Orleans, but I took a couple in the French Quarter. <br />
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I started off at the Garden District, which consists mainly of houses. The architecture was beautiful, and we saw a couple houses owned by famous people. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769440435732967631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481341747169324011.post-64806527117888297892012-07-09T19:30:00.001-07:002012-07-09T19:30:18.783-07:00Trip Part 2: Beach<strike>Psh, it didn't take me forever to blog about the second part of my trip...</strike><br />
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In my defense, I have a really good reason!<br />
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I'm practically up to my neck in summer assignments and my SAT Prep class <strike>[that I feel like I'm wasting my summer with...]</strike> Nah, the class is fine... But really, who wants to do SAT work over the summer?<br />
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Anyways, the second part of my trip was pretty self explanatory.<br />
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I went to the beach.<br />
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Wow. Shocker, right?<br />
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As you would imagine, I did all sorts of beachy stuff. Swam in the ocean, walked on the boardwalk, had a picnic lunch.<br />
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And this is the part where I was going to upload the pictures of New Orleans... unfortunately, I have summer homework from my summer SAT class...<br />
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Those pictures will be uploaded on another day<strike> if I ever get free time</strike>(: <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769440435732967631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481341747169324011.post-37617126575884071862012-07-05T18:18:00.003-07:002012-07-05T18:23:35.659-07:00Trip Part 1: New OrleansOh good gosh. I've never been so glad to be home before.<br />
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I'm going to break this post into two posts, because as one, it's going to be super long and nobody wants to read that. <br />
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To say these couple days were a roller coaster is an understatement. Not to say I didn't enjoy myself visiting abroad -- I love traveling and seeing new places. It was more of the family aspect that threw me off. My aunt and I don't tend to see on the same page, per say. She still thinks I'm that three year old she used to babysit.<br />
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Moving on... <strike>because no one wants to hear teenage angst</strike><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">New Orleans.</span><br />
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Three words things that come to mind?<br />
-Amazing architecture. <br />
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Seriously, I was burning up over there. The first day, after the end of my two tours, I felt like collapsing. It was a mixture of the heat and lack of water...<br />
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The two tours I went on were from the same company called "Free Tours By Foot" which basically means, they provide you with tour guides, and show you a certain area, and then, at the end of the tour, you can choose whether or not to pay the tour guide.<br />
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Personally, I thought the tours were really good for "free", and yes, I did end up paying both my tour guides. I think I enjoyed the Garden District Tour more though, cause it was morning compared to my already over-heated self during the afternoon French Quarter Tour.<br />
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New Orleans was pretty nice; the Garden District was more like residential style houses [I got to see Sandra Bullock's and Nicolas Cage's houses!] and I absolutely loved the French Quarters, which was basically downtown.<br />
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I think the French Quarters had more history stuff that interested me. [New Orleans/French Quarter thrived off of piracy, and then later on, the Italian Mob took over, which,I thought was cool xD]<br />
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Of course, I also thrived off of the energy in the French Quarter. There was jazz music and restaurants everywhere. The trees were adorable. They were all decorated with Mardi Gras beads and such [which I learned from a friend later on, that they were left over from drunken partying, haha]<br />
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I got to try famous Cajun foods including Gumbo and Jambalaya, and I also got to go to Cafe Du Monte to try their beignets. (:<br />
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Overall, New Orleans was pretty fun [the people I stayed with told me to come back when I was 21, haha].<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769440435732967631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481341747169324011.post-72530685464431433372012-06-28T18:17:00.001-07:002012-06-28T18:17:31.354-07:00New Orleans Here I Come!Hey all(:<br />
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Fairly quick post today. <strike>Watch this post go on forever</strike>...<br />
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I'm all packed and whatnot for New Orleans(: My flight leaves at roughly 8AM, which means I need to get to the airport at 5/6ish...joy. I'm going with my aunt and staying with a couple of her friends, and then, we're setting out to Virginia Beach for the remaining of the week [so, basically Wednesday to Saturday].<br />
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Honestly, I don't know how I feel about spending a week with my aunt... But enough of that teenage angst. <br />
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I'm going to New Orleans and the beach! (:<br />
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I probably won't update/blog until I get back. 'Til then(:Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769440435732967631noreply@blogger.com0