tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67672039066611305292024-03-21T12:16:51.380-06:00christeen raquel barnes...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269102523612671403noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767203906661130529.post-68934039599163154942010-02-03T02:17:00.001-07:002010-02-03T02:18:26.869-07:00Everyavenue.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE4X-H5S648MVvbaDBRjRejdldRMLgr4vQpVJaXYuy4eMK7QX0_RUAp3yi7x6-rI4HcpX4b-L1VpinfUCF-kxR8D2aRVkm3H2rXqeYUx3flTVxChgWyB0wMwqsnD60_zP7InvzvljX2fo/s1600-h/everyave..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE4X-H5S648MVvbaDBRjRejdldRMLgr4vQpVJaXYuy4eMK7QX0_RUAp3yi7x6-rI4HcpX4b-L1VpinfUCF-kxR8D2aRVkm3H2rXqeYUx3flTVxChgWyB0wMwqsnD60_zP7InvzvljX2fo/s320/everyave..jpg" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">currently the soundtrack of my life. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ive got my mindset. </span></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269102523612671403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767203906661130529.post-67661383745694471582010-02-03T02:09:00.005-07:002010-02-03T02:33:35.999-07:00Begin Again.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">exactly one week ago, god decided that </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">this is not the way my life here should end,</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> but rather it was the way it should begin</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">, again. lesson learned: be grateful for all i have and simply to just remember to keep breathing.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> i know ive said and done alot of things i probably didnt mean, but thanks to this, now i know its not too late to take them back. i know it now, but i wish i would have known before, because it was almost too late. i never knew what i have. </span><br />
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</div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269102523612671403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767203906661130529.post-92022909261335274882010-02-01T03:31:00.001-07:002010-02-03T02:18:06.786-07:00Lyrics, The Night Will Go As Follows:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">in a romantic fashion, i will experiment with my fear right before his eyes. every smile that is unveiled will be soaked in my nervous charm. then ill say, "is everything alright? theres been some things ive been meaning to let go of tonight." and he will say "everythings just fine, you can put an end to your worrying mind." and then, our lips will collide. the winter sky will then bare witness, to a brand new chapter with torn up pages. i proceed to run my fingers through his hair, sending my unsuspecting body into shock. forget everyone whos jaded. they dont matter and i dont care. <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">smiled in a big way, the way a girl like that smiles, when the world is hers, and she held your eyes. out in the breezeway down by the shore, in the lazy summer. she pulled you in, bit your lip, and made you hers. she looked deep into you as you lay together quiet in the grasp of dusk and summer. she combed your hair, kissed your cheek, made you feel better than youd been before. told you bad things, you wish you could change. then she told you, laughing down to her core, so she would not cry as she lay in your lap; and she said "nobody here can live forever, quiet in the grasp of dusk and summer". but youve already lost, when you only had barely enough to hangon. and you held her looser than you would have if you ever could have know, somethings tie your life together, slender threads and things to treasure.. days like that should last and last. </span></span><br />
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hahah in a limo and such a perfect night. ali and i met some boys from newyork at the beach one of the first days we went there and ended up hanging out with them for a couple of the nights down there.<br />
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almost almost snuck into one of the clubs i just headed up to the front of the line with my id hoping that maybe somehow the man at the front would think we were goodlooking enough to get in without really checking.. no such luck..with brookes mom (funniest funniest night in the world) && ended up playing penny slots since we were shotdown on our crazygirl night adventure. we won $25:) then we came home and took pictures of eachotherr all night in our beds that felt like heaven and amazing too bad we both had our own gigantic huge one all alone. hah<br />
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now im here in salt lake, getting ready for my junior year of college and my first fall recruitment which i am so so excited about ahh, cant wait....http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269102523612671403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767203906661130529.post-59075070277684294012009-08-04T14:44:00.003-06:002009-08-04T14:53:26.863-06:00So Long Sweet Summer.as of this summer i got the position at the u as assistant director of the marking board for the asuu (kinda like student body). i kinda got the position on accident and am so happy i have been able to do it, its been so much fun. alot of hard work and hours spent on the computer watching videos on "how-to" to teach myself adobe illustrator, photoshop, indesign.. so so crazy. i finished my first two projects this week. of which both took me prob four hours each.. and would take anyone else with any idea of what they were doing about an hour max. haha anyways lifes getting pretty hectic. one more week of emt classes at weber, finals, california for <span style="font-weight: bold;">lilwayne concert with ali</span> && beach, ali moves in, school starts, rush week for delta gamma:)...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269102523612671403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767203906661130529.post-10929116488122445532009-07-13T22:54:00.005-06:002009-11-02T01:19:39.070-07:00D.Confessional.<span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />
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the band with the most incredible lyrics, men, songs, concerts.<br />
dashboard confessional. i love them so much and really just swear that their music is some of the all time best music out there. because of dashboard confessional, specifically, christopher andrew ender carrabba, who strangely enough like every other boy i have ever had a crush on/dated/liked/been obsessed with... is born in the month of april. hmm. kinda weird. wonder how much longer this tradition is going to carry on for me. so much good has come out of the band, one of my closest friendships was made because of our undying love for dc. music really can change everything.</span><br />
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just felt that a shoutout to dashboard was needed on my blog since they are such a huge part of my life. shout out to dc. best band on earth. </span>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269102523612671403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767203906661130529.post-40233016149995845512009-07-08T23:44:00.004-06:002009-07-09T00:51:06.659-06:00Lost.i went to bear lake with tera and a couple boyyys on sunday and ended up loosing my phone somewhere in the great garden city:/ so so terrible. i have been living my life for the last three days without any type of phone at all. holy, its been a hugge terrible thing. no ipod, gps, anyone to text, call, emails, games, ahhh... now i feel for the people who moved away or moved away from home to go to college back in the day when there was no way of communication other than good old fashioned person-to-person. its really made me appreciate how much help it is mentally and emotionally for me to be able to talk with my friends and family back at home. i was feeling like by the end of today im going to have a nervous breakdown i swear. so today, i went into the at&t store right before i headed up to weber state university to do my emt class and got myself a new iphone 3g:) buttttttt. no it doesnt work, they gave me a reject phone hahah. so now ill be heading back to the at&t store for the fourth time in 24 hours first thing in the morning. no more non-communication. no bueno. moral of the story: be greatful for cellphones. they are wonderful. when working. and most importantly working properly.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nevercenter.com/camerabag/camerabag_header.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 121px;" src="http://www.nevercenter.com/camerabag/camerabag_header.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269102523612671403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767203906661130529.post-74575702326906953912009-06-27T18:23:00.002-06:002009-06-27T18:28:00.071-06:00#1 On My Movie List.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.impawards.com/2009/posters/proposal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.impawards.com/2009/posters/proposal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>my new favorite movie of all time. saw it twice with in the first four days it was out. first with ali decker in st.g and once with megan marie out in sandy. i want ryan reynolds. mmhm:) as im sure millions of other girls around the world want too.. so if you havent seen it yet, you for sure have a recommendation from me!...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269102523612671403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767203906661130529.post-48143459670453608222009-06-24T01:26:00.004-06:002009-06-24T02:00:38.821-06:00Shameless.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtre6icfwQg1Vm1SSy-ba57q3ra89Pk9m2wxBCxGBxUdu9CFUW9U-ev4MSRgkZxmlzn2kGZfwlz_myMaT4YiL_-3gLNHGzqtbWS5XrWN9UHS6yHuuyI3sOOQbo2vLgFxww_kkijlKjC58/s1600-h/2990105-2-sweater.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 386px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtre6icfwQg1Vm1SSy-ba57q3ra89Pk9m2wxBCxGBxUdu9CFUW9U-ev4MSRgkZxmlzn2kGZfwlz_myMaT4YiL_-3gLNHGzqtbWS5XrWN9UHS6yHuuyI3sOOQbo2vLgFxww_kkijlKjC58/s320/2990105-2-sweater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350797463377370642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">i have to say that i am a little addicted to blogging now. its taken full replacement of my usual journal. i just got back to salt lake from my "real" summer back at home. i cant call summer, summer, when spent anywhere outside of lagunaa.. the drive home has actually become something that i dont 100% dread for the first time in my life. it kinda now a time for me to just listen to my music and think. think about life, love, all of my friends getting married, (does that mean that im supposed to be ready to get married? cuz i am definately not.) my family (am i going to be able to raise one in this messed up world?), school (will i ever ever finish? how am i going to pay for it?), my career (is all of that schooling going to be worth it?), friends (why do friendships have to be so hard? how come everyone cant be friends? how did i get so lucky with the ones that i found?), nannying in england possibly, church, work, life.. who knows if ill ever know the answers to all, if any of those questions. so as for now im going to remind myself that i am true to myself. i am alive. and that i need to take a second to remember that and to breathe.<br /></span>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269102523612671403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767203906661130529.post-29243401829821830862009-06-23T00:32:00.008-06:002009-06-24T01:22:24.877-06:00Mon Messge De L'été.<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw3Lp0fw9ozYef_kT6VhWXg4LFG0PciqXnb5N2zX6mPhj6IdF_H0KOHAntjvxeAQSDOw8FeU8lzBNWhdxcOhH4mQTCWQY3-xgXkN2PaQxj-ABy6lXjhWKObMmOkEibXb4LBKpIK3C2NfE/s1600-h/917298-2-trash-the-dress.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw3Lp0fw9ozYef_kT6VhWXg4LFG0PciqXnb5N2zX6mPhj6IdF_H0KOHAntjvxeAQSDOw8FeU8lzBNWhdxcOhH4mQTCWQY3-xgXkN2PaQxj-ABy6lXjhWKObMmOkEibXb4LBKpIK3C2NfE/s320/917298-2-trash-the-dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350407354893692338" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" ><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Je voulais juste d'écrire une entrée en français. J'ai toujours voulu être capable de parler français et compris, pourquoi pas? tout depuis que je suis de retour aux États-Unis à partir de mon voyage outre-mer. J'ai constaté moi-même fasciné par le caractère purement français. J'ai demandé plusieurs nourrice emplois et veulent être en mesure de rapidement fufill le rêve que j'ai eu de devenir une nounou pour une courte période de temps, tout en vivant à l'étranger.tandis que la maison pour plusieurs semaines, j'ai était à la maison, j'ai eu à passer beaucoup de temps avec ma soeur, Rachelle. elle s'est avérée être une merveilleuse sœur. i just love her tellement mauvais et souhaitent qu'elle sera en mesure de passer à utah ici pour aller à l'école avec moi un jour. J'espère que je peut être aussi bien d'un exemple d'elle comme elle est à moi. elle est la plus belle fille que je connais. nous sommes arrivés à aller à l'île de Balboa, une nuit avec elle et son amie Samantha. Nous avons mangé là-bas et a pris le ferry de retour. i cant se rappeler combien de temps depuis son weve fait quelque chose comme ça. j'ai également essayé de trouver un chaton à adopter pour moi quand j'étais là-bas. et pas de chance! J'ai eu du plaisir dans l'écriture, ce français, et nous espérons que celui qui lit ceci, vous êtes incroyable d'être en mesure de lire ce qui suit.</span></span>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269102523612671403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767203906661130529.post-85032805944592304822009-06-20T05:14:00.005-06:002009-06-23T00:50:34.327-06:00A Little Thing Called Love.<div style="text-align: center;">its so crazy how life changes. i swear i keep catching myself saying that over and overrr. i cant believe how time is flying past, rachelles going to be a senior next year and honestly i have no clue where the last two years went. ive been through so much, learned and had to grow up alot. take me back to the days when i could not wait to wake up. weird hair, didnt care what to wear, cause no matter what, i still felt love. take me back, to the days, where loosing a game was the worst thing i knew. getting chills off of little stuff, that now, i just cant do. i cant stand growing up, im going to fast, oh just a second, i miss my past. yeah, being old, it has it perks, but i miss my old friends, and the way that he used to be, i want to start again. i miss everything, i wish that you could..take me back, to the days when school wasnt a chore. now i have to play hookie to hide from the things that i used not want to ignore. take me back, to the world that I knew before the love was taken. another smile, drop..listen while the time stops. take me back to the days where i hated to fall asleep. if i could, i know i would spend the entire day stuck under my sheets. take me back to the life, when i could know myself again.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMEcEDcy_2bjMiT_ZRcanYfwTT85jbqfyiiMlXaUKH2aXLoJnkYmMGz03ksTT8xqNM8In8UfBISiG5tC9EQL_cmqv3BGSCqVtn7s_6gQDuLfay8FUo6YGE8QCCO2aGZnvvza4QXPgLHsE/s1600-h/brokenwings."><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMEcEDcy_2bjMiT_ZRcanYfwTT85jbqfyiiMlXaUKH2aXLoJnkYmMGz03ksTT8xqNM8In8UfBISiG5tC9EQL_cmqv3BGSCqVtn7s_6gQDuLfay8FUo6YGE8QCCO2aGZnvvza4QXPgLHsE/s320/brokenwings." alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350406817759337794" border="0" /></a><br /><br />so please dont forget to call me just to let me know youre doing okay miles away from me; just so those three words i can know youre thinking.. ive been trying so hard to get you out of my mind but if this is how it has to be then ill make sure to leave you with this: ill never forget the way that ive felt about you. sometimes its too soon to call it love, but i wanted to. i guess, you could call it a loss for words? </div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269102523612671403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767203906661130529.post-31812888272548830552009-06-10T13:45:00.013-06:002009-06-10T14:43:30.899-06:00Mon Aventure Européenne.<div style="text-align: center;">seven countries. 23 days. may 10-31st 2009.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">megan madsen. john madsen. cathy madsen. christeen barnes.<br /></div><br />London, England.<br />its a beautiful life<br />the first stop on our european adventure. so many cute cute boys here. queen's palaces, nutella, double decker buses, phantom of the operah ahh. someday, i will live here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcgiP7tguZgbVhQV4Dr8PiAlJ7Pvbnw8mZ63K3IKm441uzIjog9KlMzDOEA2yuZC0RVsvAln3k2lyObjHS1n31Q9xGsHudvjYUUXuo9a7_FZ_dlmLv-vkd54r7ndRUd0EF2gq4YbfS4cg/s1600-h/DSC01361.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcgiP7tguZgbVhQV4Dr8PiAlJ7Pvbnw8mZ63K3IKm441uzIjog9KlMzDOEA2yuZC0RVsvAln3k2lyObjHS1n31Q9xGsHudvjYUUXuo9a7_FZ_dlmLv-vkd54r7ndRUd0EF2gq4YbfS4cg/s320/DSC01361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345793384956421634" border="0" /></a><br />Paris, France.<br />son d'une belle vie<br />the place that i had been looking forward to the most. such a fun city full of fashionistas, crepes, patessaries, water with gas (sparkling water) and lots of love.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYU_iilEDg5xmKVWSexwCTYEvIE_V5auvigzQMItm84PuEj5Hf27MMNImLGq9f4ayX7_-vUtj_Gshyphenhyphen31E2D2oF3sl3j_EhSqcilHMF8Z_YGmIWYxwOjhLm8A_3ENubycTnhEykoNZuozc/s1600-h/DSC01979_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYU_iilEDg5xmKVWSexwCTYEvIE_V5auvigzQMItm84PuEj5Hf27MMNImLGq9f4ayX7_-vUtj_Gshyphenhyphen31E2D2oF3sl3j_EhSqcilHMF8Z_YGmIWYxwOjhLm8A_3ENubycTnhEykoNZuozc/s320/DSC01979_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345792278996345858" border="0" /></a><br />Krakow, Poland.<br />jego piękne życie<br />such a fun college town with some extensive history behind it. and of course my kitty i found at auschwitz concentration camp.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibCUGjkAnI9IaNZFxgpw1tXV8EhJqwU1x2cOt4xPTolFWFT4cGew5GvZuT6_PJFFJSBoGzAUeJ_bYt5zyolc2oU6EczZiSSOf6mUd4lak3Ss-yttehU6nG4LU3pVuyLxQFshJ4Y14aS9k/s1600-h/DSC01727_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibCUGjkAnI9IaNZFxgpw1tXV8EhJqwU1x2cOt4xPTolFWFT4cGew5GvZuT6_PJFFJSBoGzAUeJ_bYt5zyolc2oU6EczZiSSOf6mUd4lak3Ss-yttehU6nG4LU3pVuyLxQFshJ4Y14aS9k/s320/DSC01727_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345797141817366130" border="0" /></a><br />Prague, Czech Republic.<br />jeho život je krásný<br />the most beautiful city in europe. pub crawls, dancing, and gorgeous bridges.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0_UxMxhrYPQIQjnnOfV6OM-OeLcDYk80ZVXgk4L7n1qh7oGbiU_qF1fmtiO3zNK1sBEnzP0FWzZBErZ6gQ1lZawade7AWYqHJD7bYxo1RGzgBqq_Xqxpi-OKMrr87MydmZAIczpaB6ZY/s1600-h/DSC01964.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0_UxMxhrYPQIQjnnOfV6OM-OeLcDYk80ZVXgk4L7n1qh7oGbiU_qF1fmtiO3zNK1sBEnzP0FWzZBErZ6gQ1lZawade7AWYqHJD7bYxo1RGzgBqq_Xqxpi-OKMrr87MydmZAIczpaB6ZY/s320/DSC01964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345794733574082610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Rotenburg & Fussen, Germany.<br />leben schön<br />cutest little town of rotenburg where its christmas 365 days a year, schneederballs, and amazing chocolate. fussen had some awesome castles: king ludwigs was my favorite (the disneyland cinderalla castle is a replica) and killer goulosh soup.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghCzWQ4PNT1j6oHLyWGY8dHaH7VoXWRVVsN6JTg7b4yWbX0j2_ea_72vuYmFtsESQu8_BfZ59vkdKeQJ7NQLCkUduUSCTVszFYMxoZT4NFc-tZXeOHmiRk9NDxab5qy08s5Kfs56G47tA/s1600-h/DSC02046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghCzWQ4PNT1j6oHLyWGY8dHaH7VoXWRVVsN6JTg7b4yWbX0j2_ea_72vuYmFtsESQu8_BfZ59vkdKeQJ7NQLCkUduUSCTVszFYMxoZT4NFc-tZXeOHmiRk9NDxab5qy08s5Kfs56G47tA/s320/DSC02046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345797908736394658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEQNiqBqyFEmZXcBxNVDGo0zKNdJENCKhGYlPBr7j_zIvGE3kIsubBOY8jqNSGzTmlu3SoZd7xjmz3mq6mJ2pShwNPSTdEkIy_DtT8eLf4KpP1RXCG7kpfHQgfFebFdBirkSoi7OMai8/s1600-h/DSC02473.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEQNiqBqyFEmZXcBxNVDGo0zKNdJENCKhGYlPBr7j_zIvGE3kIsubBOY8jqNSGzTmlu3SoZd7xjmz3mq6mJ2pShwNPSTdEkIy_DtT8eLf4KpP1RXCG7kpfHQgfFebFdBirkSoi7OMai8/s320/DSC02473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345798653614700770" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Interlaken, Switzerland.<br />har ett vackert liv<br />my favorite place that we went to in all of the three weeks. the alps were breath-takingly beautiful. there were thousands of little streams and waterfalls. megan and i got to go paragliding with the owner of the b&b that we stayed at and flew over interlaken.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUmip5pfy4pfPSAAaV-QW_CMz-fy80obEVmd9KCyASUXb5pI12Piq9nfPjMAfCHMo1m-p1gldX5zmFA4UVF3_4U4XWivqj4FXtRosrGD-Cop4_fr0EBBezHEAsRBSXFqG9FUcJTvVRNA4/s1600-h/DSC02176_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUmip5pfy4pfPSAAaV-QW_CMz-fy80obEVmd9KCyASUXb5pI12Piq9nfPjMAfCHMo1m-p1gldX5zmFA4UVF3_4U4XWivqj4FXtRosrGD-Cop4_fr0EBBezHEAsRBSXFqG9FUcJTvVRNA4/s320/DSC02176_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345799646231664018" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-SMItcJqXNK-qMJlZY631T168nmt8OxCvpphx77Fh4H4w_QMuvNzegifSeFGMHu0ZHeqNhhiBrkReP4OoCE5orpTkj6l_XYLK-VI54-F4v98aA869r6IArRu327HQ099ogasp7F3KEFs/s1600-h/0234390-R1-016-6A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-SMItcJqXNK-qMJlZY631T168nmt8OxCvpphx77Fh4H4w_QMuvNzegifSeFGMHu0ZHeqNhhiBrkReP4OoCE5orpTkj6l_XYLK-VI54-F4v98aA869r6IArRu327HQ099ogasp7F3KEFs/s320/0234390-R1-016-6A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345801152886403490" border="0" /></a><br />Venice & Roma, Italy.<br />la sua bella vita<br />romance. romance. romance. such amazing men here. so so creepy and most had b.o. but so so handsome. gondolla rides in vencie, gelatto was unreal (and the ice cream scooper-man was the man of my dreams). we were there for the "football" championships in rome surrounded by crowds of manchester and united fans.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwj4Sjq-4PJ2C5g_iRmsaeUWHcfBy8ev-4l-Y77gifXtjI4ezjXtajTvJglgEgN5HmP3IPxWiFXnfuKVaiCiXkCm_f6Bc_TKAay84zlUx7ZswX5U2Tq7X4NJkuUnkoHziqOz9KnZ9wl3E/s1600-h/DSC02254.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwj4Sjq-4PJ2C5g_iRmsaeUWHcfBy8ev-4l-Y77gifXtjI4ezjXtajTvJglgEgN5HmP3IPxWiFXnfuKVaiCiXkCm_f6Bc_TKAay84zlUx7ZswX5U2Tq7X4NJkuUnkoHziqOz9KnZ9wl3E/s320/DSC02254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345799127871047538" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjerne8CB50FixmTka7Mh0KReFUd_CZDE_IKa0hss71SChW_9ueVrvmSj4k7IE-c5tVYKYyAcDBAXJ91ymNk_OPKMjRO23nXF4juA8uy1VgZu5Q3HSGdtPg2zOdGnGL_Mzfx3lwQ0xVcAc/s1600-h/DSC02456.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjerne8CB50FixmTka7Mh0KReFUd_CZDE_IKa0hss71SChW_9ueVrvmSj4k7IE-c5tVYKYyAcDBAXJ91ymNk_OPKMjRO23nXF4juA8uy1VgZu5Q3HSGdtPg2zOdGnGL_Mzfx3lwQ0xVcAc/s320/DSC02456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345802019194535970" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">"the one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again." </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">-george santayana</span></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269102523612671403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767203906661130529.post-38180625676340774042009-06-10T13:23:00.004-06:002009-06-10T13:45:08.114-06:00The Haircut.my cute new hair cut. chopped a little over 13" off and balled the entire time poor katie was cutting it. it took me a day or two to adjust to it... dont have a ponytail anymore... the shortest my hair has EVER been in my lifee... kinda really freaked me out, but now i love it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-mnjBMIFbN1DWFHof7jVeHWEpvl1YdnTG8bsFHzLc4gonIfjUH6jTPorSVRR8zzaeEGKlxe0IlLSD0nUOwjXCc3wi7eXPHT9AQTDmIOCQrv_Rj_msXDKcU8HMwgP2U9tms-dJmRjN2w/s1600-h/Photo+153.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-mnjBMIFbN1DWFHof7jVeHWEpvl1YdnTG8bsFHzLc4gonIfjUH6jTPorSVRR8zzaeEGKlxe0IlLSD0nUOwjXCc3wi7eXPHT9AQTDmIOCQrv_Rj_msXDKcU8HMwgP2U9tms-dJmRjN2w/s320/Photo+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345786664457520322" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message">"you cut your hair into a sexy doo,<br />and it makes me fall even more in love with you."<br /></h3><h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">-alissa decker</span><br /></h3>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269102523612671403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767203906661130529.post-20680871546156444892009-06-10T13:09:00.009-06:002009-06-23T00:50:08.560-06:00California Home.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifpZfbCP5pEBEAWGUpXJiXQkHEsM5U7Um6uq9AkAdUm_kCVzHLT0mbDqzhnHiBRv6uMAoT_zE_g5LSgisXAp7FwIvsmbrxSWsVEC7bQy8F6ac0L4axKtdofhCOnvKQ36A7jDUh30RZYoQ/s1600-h/IMG_1406.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifpZfbCP5pEBEAWGUpXJiXQkHEsM5U7Um6uq9AkAdUm_kCVzHLT0mbDqzhnHiBRv6uMAoT_zE_g5LSgisXAp7FwIvsmbrxSWsVEC7bQy8F6ac0L4axKtdofhCOnvKQ36A7jDUh30RZYoQ/s320/IMG_1406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349363946434314338" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2278/2501542353_1a04536b65.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 153px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2278/2501542353_1a04536b65.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />i just did the ten hour road trip back home to aliso stopped in st.george to stay with ali half way, and have never been happier to be back in my own wonderful bed, pink room, and especially with my family! there were several surprises waiting for me when i got home.. dads new yamaha r6 (baddest bike on the markettt) and a new carrr. so dang cute.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> my families not rich by anymeans, but i feel like ive won the lottery.</span><br /></div><br />my mom is such an adorable mom, so cute and happy all the time.<br />i have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger<br />god smiles down on my little sister, inside and out, she's better than i am.<br />i have to say its gonna be pretty hard leaving this place in a couple of weeks.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpW7LGfXmN4T0DwjXI5DW7igVyBbYTdddZSgak7VNm3caYwiELlOVeicB1McMMPKmlojU0dFQ6H4SNuqVp5MEiNZ1iSMo_G52QdJfbaZwQNAoj4kcxZtBiV5BWX4dAglybYnEh02V4Ds/s1600-h/n1076268034_199764_3092.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpW7LGfXmN4T0DwjXI5DW7igVyBbYTdddZSgak7VNm3caYwiELlOVeicB1McMMPKmlojU0dFQ6H4SNuqVp5MEiNZ1iSMo_G52QdJfbaZwQNAoj4kcxZtBiV5BWX4dAglybYnEh02V4Ds/s320/n1076268034_199764_3092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345780853613787666" border="0" /></a>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269102523612671403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767203906661130529.post-80863854395932886432009-06-02T11:38:00.000-06:002009-06-02T11:51:59.919-06:00University of Utah.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUv_NQvZgNcvbzguAB1_zNMGq2GU6xhAZIf2Nxj_Yt2eY8XobZsAoClUf4CpR5I-3dz0fAs31SEZcybIzrzUvmpMP10W-Vgwfyo6vNUSlq3SPMf2gldg_ZuaL62_Q5dvCEH7fVaNTeStQ/s1600-h/DG+"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUv_NQvZgNcvbzguAB1_zNMGq2GU6xhAZIf2Nxj_Yt2eY8XobZsAoClUf4CpR5I-3dz0fAs31SEZcybIzrzUvmpMP10W-Vgwfyo6vNUSlq3SPMf2gldg_ZuaL62_Q5dvCEH7fVaNTeStQ/s320/DG+" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342789465867606738" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Salt Lake City, Utah.<br />this past semester has been full of so many changes, all ending up to be for the better. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ali</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">decker</span> and i moved up here with about one weeks notice found ourselves a cute little apartment and began our new life there. after a couple bad cases of strep throat and finally getting my tonsils out i decided to rush a sorority on campus, delta gamma. pledging has been such a fun <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">expierence</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ive</span> met so many people and have made friendships that will last forever. life up in salt lake has ended up being much more fun than i ever imagined. guess you could call <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">utah</span> my new home? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ahh</span> i never thought that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">utah</span> and home would ever come out of my mouth in the same sentence together. never. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">im</span> so lucky to have such wonderful friends up here and i have no clue what id do without the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">parentals</span> back at home. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">im</span> so blessed. summertime here we <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">comee</span>:)...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269102523612671403noreply@blogger.com0