tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878261619574240992024-02-06T19:58:41.355-08:00dearworldlovetoriI solemnly swear I am up to no gooddearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-21116730840366586282014-02-19T18:14:00.001-08:002014-02-19T18:14:44.655-08:00Oh God.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSCU0q-1AS5M9Z3bTHUmgeJrEoe3V_kWw2ZkUneigHX1wKAYOzh5-osdhfOIuW-DWr_K4M-4bFbxU3Tj6RgS56707dWaaQmDNPKdtZOeshsUgBRWlqOA5GIOB5zbTt4vCykPKPz0koFNw/s640/blogger-image--1093599668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSCU0q-1AS5M9Z3bTHUmgeJrEoe3V_kWw2ZkUneigHX1wKAYOzh5-osdhfOIuW-DWr_K4M-4bFbxU3Tj6RgS56707dWaaQmDNPKdtZOeshsUgBRWlqOA5GIOB5zbTt4vCykPKPz0koFNw/s640/blogger-image--1093599668.jpg"></a></div><br></div>I love it here. <div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>dearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-79135943341430445212013-10-24T21:46:00.001-07:002013-10-29T11:05:46.204-07:00Friends. Family. That 70s Show.It's not that I miss the past, I guess I just hope the future is just as good. <div> Things have changed so much lately. I've been thinking<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> about those I've let go, the people I make a conscience choice not to talk to, or be part of their lives. It's hard. How are you supposed to distinguish the good guys from the bad these days. I mean even your best friends of years can have an ugly side. A different side. A side that, in the end, screws you over, turns the tables, makes you the one that's alone, when all you were in the first place was a back up.</span></div><div> I guess I'm just hurt. I had friends, or I thought I did. But in the end everyone from this town turns out the same. I don't know, maybe I don't like it because I've talked myself into not liking it. But the fact of the matter (yes, I just said that) is that I everyone I meet from here treats not only me, but mostly everyone, including their family and closest friends, like <b>craaaaap</b>. </div><div> It's just not my thing anymore to cater to everyone's needs, try to make everyone happy, or do what anyone wants me to do. Hell, I don't even want to leave the house unless I have to. It's just too much effort, to get nothing in return. I'm not saying I want anything monetary, worth any physical value, just a thank you. Or something like that. Idk. Whatevaaa. I'll find people who I can call true friends someday. </div>dearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-53377113131923502772012-09-17T12:12:00.001-07:002013-10-24T09:50:32.117-07:00Oh This Should Be Fun.<b style="font-size: xx-large;">So! </b>With all of the downtime coming my way, I think I'm going to start writing in here more often. I'm kind of out of practice with my blogging but HEY, its not like anyone actually reads this anyways so I can say pretty much whatever I want. HA! I crack myself up.<br>
<br style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> So I'm kind of ecstatic. I have the next four days off. I was supposed to go to freak night but wellll, Tori's a broke joke. We'll, not really, I just have more important things to spend money on, and way better things to do with my time. Lol, like sit on the couch and watch Walking Dead with Miles :) it's lovely. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Work the last few days has been intense, so busy! I don't know if I've mentioned this before but I'm not working at Dutch anymore, I work at Roasters now. It's another coffee shop, but it's local. Don't think that I moved down in the world though. Yes, I left a multi-million dollar company for a local, less structured company but we learn so much more about the product were using, how the beans are roasted, where they're from, what ratio of what countries beans are in our house espresso blend . We learnt things that, working at Dutch, I would have never learned. We make latte art (see pictures below. I made those!), and really learn our customers, names, faces, kids, cars, jobs, pretty much their life. We have 4 stores (Richland, Kennewick and two in Pasco) and we just bought out another coffee shop here in the Tri, so we'll be moving on over to West Richland before the end of the year, woohoo! My boss is awesome, his name is Wes, he's the owner and founder of Roasters, his wife, Shannon, is crazy cool too. They both just have such a great mindset and are truly <b>resilient</b> people. </span><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"> <b>[re</b>·<b>sil</b>·<b>ient</b></span><div><div><div class="lr_dct_ent_ph"><span class="lr_dct_ph" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> riˈzilyənt/</span></div><div class="lr_dct_ent_ph"><span class="lr_dct_ph" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> <i><b>adjective</b> (of a substance of object) </i></span></div><div class="lr_dct_ent_ph"><span class="lr_dct_ph" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i> </i>Being able to recoil or spring back into shape after bending, stretching or being compressed.<b>]</b></span></div><div class="lr_dct_ent_ph"><span class="lr_dct_ph" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b><br></b></span></div><div class="lr_dct_ent_ph"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">It's a lot like "falling down 9 times, getting up 10." Being able to stand on your own two feet after dealing with stress, and let me tell you, if you thought you've been stressed, you should hear what these two have been through the past few years. Looking at the people who they are today and the company that they've created, you'd never even know though. </span></div><div><ol class="lr_dct_sf_sens" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 20px; border: 0px;"><li style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; list-style: none;"><div class="lr_dct_sf_sen vk_txt" style="padding-top: 10px;"><div style="margin-left: 20px;"><div><div class="vk_gy"></div><div><table class="vk_tbl vk_gy" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody><tr><td class="lr_dct_nyms_ttl" style="font-style: italic; vertical-align: top; padding: 0px 3px 0px 0px;"> <br> </td><td style="padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 17px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gAy_B3ShIrDN4fsMQNeCf7WE5Mio61u8kPfZu0KkITN8dhYUALUaKmBcL-Cw02ZrzqDzgBxHIz5vuG3d2tAf2hj3oMOvLGwNOC9uqs4n-lTU3pA3Ob2IYSC-JLle4ecC1oKLIZXY3OQ/s640/blogger-image-1402138033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gAy_B3ShIrDN4fsMQNeCf7WE5Mio61u8kPfZu0KkITN8dhYUALUaKmBcL-Cw02ZrzqDzgBxHIz5vuG3d2tAf2hj3oMOvLGwNOC9uqs4n-lTU3pA3Ob2IYSC-JLle4ecC1oKLIZXY3OQ/s640/blogger-image-1402138033.jpg"></a></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div></div></li></ol></div></div><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; clear: both;"><u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; display: inline !important;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDMO1VrGBs5goP7XHfbBqFHymBX8wMlcA3tjQzDz9EtH1l-ePBF8L2RRsHT2aenrs_OItQOK0pge-kwr3cEYRu4YrIiinWEEWphOFZNv_lzAlS8zgGIhdJpjSXIsykHgFIDQuBgP89y5o/s640/blogger-image--1461188220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDMO1VrGBs5goP7XHfbBqFHymBX8wMlcA3tjQzDz9EtH1l-ePBF8L2RRsHT2aenrs_OItQOK0pge-kwr3cEYRu4YrIiinWEEWphOFZNv_lzAlS8zgGIhdJpjSXIsykHgFIDQuBgP89y5o/s640/blogger-image--1461188220.jpg"></a></div></u></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font color="#ff0000"><u><br></u></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font color="#ff0000"><u><br></u></font></div></div><div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I really do apologize for being a TERRRIBLE blogger, but living is more important to me than recording my life so we'll say the excuse is that I was busy. Or we could say I didn't have a computer, caaaause I didn't, and now I do. Kinda.</span><br style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> I bought the iPad mini two days ago, it's beauti-mus. I love it. It's kinds like my phone, but bigger and better with no phone. I feel like a could easily become one of those Apple fiends. Who owns, like, EVERYTHING Apple. I like Apple because their products look so sleek and everything is so user friendly and easy. And cause they're prettttyyy:) sorry I'm such a girl sometimes. But it's true!! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhrnMERQYfJvPzAkWC2w7ECdBgfi3ykjM0Ni8JOIleqkdz7P1HlKtP_HFL9vFHfvkeb8C1_etLKphrNdFJnAYEQdzE52-rqzFigcD6Z1PryjrLVQRS2Qw7kIXBWqgiXbHpuDtomapNN4/s640/blogger-image-1655827297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhrnMERQYfJvPzAkWC2w7ECdBgfi3ykjM0Ni8JOIleqkdz7P1HlKtP_HFL9vFHfvkeb8C1_etLKphrNdFJnAYEQdzE52-rqzFigcD6Z1PryjrLVQRS2Qw7kIXBWqgiXbHpuDtomapNN4/s640/blogger-image-1655827297.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yeah, maybe not. That looks expensive. $$$$$. Haha. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anyway, i guess it is only like 10 AM and I've been siting outside writing this for like 2 hours now, oops. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>[Dont judge, I kept getting distracted]</i> so I'll wrap it up for now. I'll probably write again today just cause I'm obsessed with this iPad. Hehe :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><3 </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></span></div></div></div></div></div>dearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-2800948785158368892012-01-09T03:12:00.000-08:002012-01-10T01:18:56.109-08:00The SHORT version...<div style="text-align: center;">So theres this boy.... and I love him more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. Seriously. It's like almost ridiculous. He puts up with all of my weirdness, and stupid stories, and random late night texts... but, he also lives 1034 miles away. One. Thousand. Thirty. Four. Miles. </div><div style="text-align: center;">We met (for the second time as he likes to say) on February 18th of last year. I was hanging out with my friends Brooke Travis and Allie Delp & we were trying to figure out what th;e hell we were going to do that night. Well, I got a text from this kid, Blake asking me what I was doing and about a half an hour later the girls and I were headed to the Albertsons parking lot to meet him and a few friends in the parking lot and follow them up to Blake's aunts house that he was house sitting. I got out of the car and instantly noticed the boy walking in toward the driveway in front of me. I must've "noticed" a bit too long because Brooke made some smartass remark about it. Anywhoo we hung around Blakes aunts house that night and played random drinking games for a couple hours. This boy and I started talking and kind of jokingly flirting back and forth, he was making fun of me for uhm... knowing.. a friend of his. A while later I noticed he was sitting in the living room playing Cut the Rope on his friends phone. Now, not to toot my own horn or anything but, I may or may not be a damn STUD at that game, and I knew it'd give me a reason to talk to him, so i took a deep breath waltzed my happy ass over to the living room, plopped down on the floor right next to him and schooled his ass in some cut the rope action;) As we were sitting there talking I specifically remember, we were petting Blakes aunts dog, and both terrified, our pinkys touched. He slowing grabbed mine and I looked at him. In that moment, looking directly at him and just watching the way he talked and moved and idk... worked, I was hooked. . It was fascinating to me, he was fascinating to me... how after one night of meeting someone I was so entranced by who they are, what they are interested in, how they spend their time & I instantly wanted to know everything there was to know about this boy. So of course, I made some silly comment about how we had to hang out more so he'd have to text me (which by the way he made me text him first) </div><div style="text-align: center;">We talked over the next couple weeks, constantly && when I say constantly, I mean, CON-STANT-LY. It was ridiculous. Within a week, he knew more about me and seemed honestly interested in things I had to say, and things i did more than anyone had ever been throughout my entire life. We talked about food, and movies, and how absolutely amazing each other were. I truly believe it was in this week of not even seeing, touching or physically talking to each other ONCE that I knew he was different. The following weekend we hung out at my house, (well, we started at his house but when I mentioned my mom wasn't home and we would all be alone, we ended out at my house) my mom was at her boyfriends house and him, his friend, and my friend Brooke all came here to watch a movie & hang out. Let me telll you, I cant remember one thing about that movie, what it was called, who was in it, anything. It wasnt my focus that night.. I guess you could say I had uhm, something (or someone) else on my mind:) We went upstairs in my room so I could show him something (that also SOOOOMEHOW slips my mind), and as I turned to walk out the door to walk back downstairs he said my name. I turned around and BAM, Best First Kiss Of My Whole Entire Life. <33 </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>"Riley, Did you know this was going to happen when you came here" </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>"Nope, I just hoped" </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The next few weeks we hung out every day. When we werent hanging out, we were talking, or texting or something. I was addicted..... I was happy. The happiest I'd ever known. He helped me through a couple pretty hard times and I found myself being able to tell this boy anything, things that I thought I would never be able to tell anyone. Things that I'd never wanted anyone to know. And the strangest thing to me was that he listened... he genuinely cared about what I was saying. :)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I can honestly say we were inseparable for the next month and a half, I'd stay the night at his house and he'd take me home, allll the way in Richland before he went to school. Oh the things this boy did for me :) </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">He went New York rightttt before my birthday. I remember saying bye the night before he left, making him promise to text me and send me lots of cool pictures && giving him shit about being gone during my birthday. Thats when he told me that when he got back he was going to take me on a date... a real. live. date. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well, you seeeee, I had never been on a date before... and let me tell you, the second he said "date" I was probably the most excited girl, in the whole entire world. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Of course, you already know, we texted the WHOLE time he was gone. I even watched the basketball game he went to on TV just so I could MAYBE catch a glimpse of his perfect curly hair <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Which I did, byyyy the way!)</i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">When he came back we went on our date. We went to this place called Monterossas (yes I know, I desperately need spell check, bite me!) I was soooo nervous I could barely eat. It was EASILY the most romantic thing, ever. Something that will forever be absolutely impossible to erase from the depths of my mind. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">As we were wrapping up dinner, he ever so nonchalantly asked, "How much do you think the check is for?" <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(He always finds a way to bring out the competitive side of me)</i><span style="font-size: small;"> and of course we made bets on how much it was. <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(I was the winner, ps)</i><span style="font-size: small;">. When the check came, I opened it up and my mouth dropped. Like hit the floor. Inside the book, was a piece of paper that said, "Prom?" </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">God I love that boy. Sorry, getting carried away. ANYWAY. I freaked out. Hands down best most surprised, happy, perfect, wonderful way I'd ever been asked to a dance. Hands down best damn moment. AHHHH! <33333 Of course, I said yes, but that comes later in the story. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">That night I went back to his house with him and we were laying in his bed just talking, he was making fun of me because I apparently used him because I loved his family. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">"<b>No, I love you"</b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I honestly hadnt even meant to, or tried to say it at all. We both got kind of serious and he asked me what I'd just said. Of course, i giggled and said, Nothing! Of course, he finally got it out of me. Even though he knew the whole time, I think he just liked hearing me say it;) He then replied with. "I love you too" </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now, I've <b>said</b> I love you to a boy before, but I'd never really meant it to anyone but my mother and brother before this moment. We laid in bed talkiing and giggling for the rest of the night. That night he also asked me to officially be his girlfiriend. I don't think I've ever had a more proud moment, than laying next to him just after that, knowing that I was <b>his</b> girlfriend. Riley Holt Hayfield's <b>girlfriend</b>. <b> </b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>So, maybe we did things a little backwards, starting with falling for each other, winding our way through the twists and turns of love and ending with officially being together, but I love it. To me, things that aren't always stereotypically perfect, make them more than just perfect. It makes them real. Unfortunately, in the beginning of July I was a dumbass and fucked up, but what doesnt kill us makes us stronger, and I believe that goes for relationships to.. and obviously neither of us are dead because we just spent the last three hours talking on phone and skyping each other talking about the past...present...<i>and future<33</i></b></span></span></span></span> </span></span></span><i><br />
</i></span></div>dearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-976036501673684292012-01-07T23:58:00.000-08:002012-01-10T00:12:35.464-08:00Music can change your whole life...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I...watched... THE... cutest movie tonight....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Riley texted me last night after I got off and told me that I had to watch this movie so I was going to but I fell asleep about 10 minutes in, so i decided to watch it again. Just now actually. It's called Listen To Your Heart. Now I'm not going to spoil it for you and waste my time giving you a full blown review of how good this movie is, because cutting into the acting and the camera movements, it wasnt the best, BUT the story line and a couple of the actors made this movie incredible. Its about a guy who falls in love with a deaf girl, and its SOOO cute. Theres quite the twist about 40 minutes in that there is just no way to prepare for. It's....epic? Idk, its an extremely cute movie though... and they do mine and Rileys, iloveyou thing, which makes it all the more worth watching. Anywhooo, soo the hour is an hour and forty minutes long... and guess how long I cried for? Not like sniffle.....sniffle....tear.. type of cryin, were talking like straight sobbing and talking to the TV kind of crying. I cried for about an hour straight cause of the damn story line of this movie. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Watch it. Right Meow. <3 </span></div>dearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-18880252279547788182012-01-07T19:49:00.000-08:002012-01-09T02:51:17.116-08:00Snowboarding.....<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ow. Had fun at Bluewood. Ow. Terra ate shit coming around this one turn at the top of the mountain and it made my whole day, cause it was soo cute. I think I really like her. That is all. </span></span></span></div>dearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-74981433790824639062012-01-07T02:37:00.000-08:002012-01-09T02:49:31.958-08:00DAAAAAAYYYY OFFFFF!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: purple;">T.G.I.F!!!!!!!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">I had a day off today && I'm going snowboarding tomorrowww!! Wooop Wooooop!! :)</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">Went to the mall today with Dad, Terra, and Sam. Dad is going to help me buy my IPhone when mom gets paid next Friday! Wooooop Wooooop!! I'm prettty stoked, in case you cant tell. Then I can use that FaceTime thing to talk to Riley:) Yaaaay!! He bought Sam an IPod Touch too.. figures. hah. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">After the mall I called Brooke and we went to Evans again to hang out with the boys, minus Tanner and Lucas. They all got SUPER hammered cause they decided to chug an entire 1/2 gal of Fireball. <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(BLECCCHHH) </i></span>and I had to drive them home at like 1:00 cause I didnt trust any of them driving. </span></span></span></span>So Momma Tori saved the say and drove allll over! </div><div style="text-align: center;">OMFG! I forgot to tell you! I got my very first ever flat tire today! I was driving through Dutch Brothers at like 7 with Jesslyn, and all of a sudden we just hear this God awful noise, turns out, its my tire! So we pulled into a parking spot where Matt and Lamar came to save the day. But they didnt have the right stuff to save the day. One of the customers who always comes through Justin, <span style="font-size: small;"><i>(16oz. Americano with sugarfree white chocolate and sugarfree hazlenut with a splash of cream) </i>came through and told me he would run home and get the right stuff to change my tire with. So finally almost two hours after the initial tire popping incident, Justin took off my flat tire and replaced it with my spare tire, all the while reminding me 84 times not to go over like 40 mph on my spare and to take it to Les Schwab tomorrow. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Wellll, I'll talk to you more when I get back from snowboarding! Wish me luck! </span> </div>dearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-46350586853060791472012-01-05T23:16:00.000-08:002012-01-09T02:37:35.472-08:00Work-a-holic to the EXtreeeeeme. I seriously work SO damn much, its ridiculous. Today I worked with Rochelle <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(shes the assistant manager at my Dutch Bros. stand, shes otherwise known as Ro, Rocho, or my personal nickname of choice Rocho Cinco!)</span>.</i> It was ssuuuuper slow, so we got to really do a lot of talking. I really like talking to her because although shes still pretty young. She's done a lot of stuff and been through some tough times here and there, so shes really easy to talk to and honestly has a lot of really good advice. We talked a lot about her and David <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(hes my manager, and also her boyfriend; I know what your thinking, dating co-workers, isnt that frowned upon in the work world? Well, yes it is and that's why they tried to keep it a secret FOR OVER A YEAR, but eventually the guy who owns the Kennewick Dutch Bros. stands was like "Guys, I know you're dating, so just stop trying to hide it" Soooo they came out!), </i><span style="font-size: small;">and we talk a lot about my friends and family, and we talked about her moving out of her parents house and into a cute little condo-ish apartment by <u>herself</u>, and we talked A LOT about Riley and my decision to move down to Cali. She thinks its a good idea. Which is honestly something I wasn't expecting from her. You see she got engaged and moved to Texas when she was 20 and all she ever really says about it was #1; at least she learned a lesson from it and #2; it was the worst decision of her whole life. You see, this guy that she was engaged to turned out to be a real dick; but that's not in my intentions to bring up and blab about all over the internet. What she told me about moving to Cali was that if that is where my heart is, and where my heart says to go, then follow it. Because then, if things end out not working out and for some reason unknown to mankind Riley and I really arent meant for each other, and we just simply dont work out, then I can at least say I tried. <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(I use a lot of commas, is anyone else wondering why my fingers are going comma crazy?)</i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I also met my dads new girlfriend for the first time today. Shes 22. I know what you're thinking... because its the exact same thing that I'm thinking but they're pretty cute together and they both seem pretty happy and I mean they've been dating for over 3 years now. So SOMETHING must be going right I surposeeee. We'll see what happens... It's really none of my business. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">After work, I called my dad and we decided to meet up at Texas Roadhouse for some dinner and so I could show him and Terra <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Girlfriend)</span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> where I work. It was pretty fun, the food wasn't very good but it usually is and one time in the two months I've worked and eaten there? I think I'll let it slide:)</span></span> </span></span></span><i> </i></span>After dinner I called my friend Brooke and we went to hang out with some friends of mine; Tanner, John, Jesse, Evan, Kris, Lucas, and then a couple of awkward girls, but we got bored fast and just drove around and talked after that. So it was a pretty good day :) Nowwww, I'm sleepy. Noiiiiiight!dearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-24774011682389207042012-01-03T23:51:00.000-08:002012-01-09T02:15:35.931-08:00You want whip on that?Today, was exxxxTREMEEEly boring. All I did was go to work and be a bum allll dayyy. Got some good movie watching in though, so thats good. :) Buttt, now I'm sleeeeepy go goodnight <33dearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-90974957275617594962012-01-02T18:11:00.000-08:002012-01-02T23:44:54.273-08:00California Dreamin'<div style="text-align: center;">Let's run away and never come back:) Shall we? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><3</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Happy 2nd day of the year! :) Today was quite relaxing, definitely good after yesterday and the day before! I worked at Dutch Bros today with David (the manager). I love working with him cause you can kinda just do whatever you want and he doesnt really care. Like I didnt even really help him with coffee for like and hour cause I was cleaning and hes been making coffee forEVER so he can totally handle it by himself, and we kept gettin' dropped 5's for tips, it was the best. Walked out with like $75 for tipss. Awwww yeah! Gettin' closer and closer to buying my IPhone, can't wait!! It was also my friend TJ's birthday today so he came by to get coffee cause you get a free one on your birthday! So it was definitely nice seeing him! <br />
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After work I headed over to Matt's again to hang with him, Jesslyn and Lamar for a little while. Gotta say, his house is definitely in better shape than the last time I saw it. HAHAHA! On New Years Eve it was sooooo messy; beer cans everywhere, glasses breaking on the ground with red jungle juice in them, throw up in the sink.... ya.... major rager. We sat around and watched this movie called Sex & Death. It was sooo strange. this guy got an email from an unknown sender and it had a list of all of the girls he'd EVER sleep with. Soo weird. there was like 101 names and he was on number 29 so he hurried up and tried to find all these girls so he could sleep with them. We only got like 30 minutes into it before Jesslyn and I decided we were going to to get DQ and visit Ben at the Clearwater Dutch Bros! Then I dropped her back off, went to Rite Aid to grab some randoms and came home; where I've been sitting on the computer in my comfies ever since! Quite relaxing I must say:) Ohhh, also, I skyped with Riley for like an hour but he had to go to bed cause he starts golf tomorrow! Yay! He goes to college in Cali! He is my best guy friend btw,well... hes more than my best friend... I'm going to marry that kid someday, but that is a very long story for a different time.<br />
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Sooo Ready :) Goodnight alll!! <33</div>dearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-20315037375741516772012-01-01T20:01:00.000-08:002012-01-02T20:43:25.195-08:00two.zero.one.two<span style="font-size: x-small;">A friend and co-worker of mine, Katie Ellis, posted a Facebook today about her 365 blog and i read the first day of it and I'm in love. You just blog, once a day, every day for the whole year. Which, this year may be 366 days because im pretty sure its a leap year. Anywhoo, it sounds like a good idea, so here I am. Starting my own little 365 (336?) blog! This year is going to be just too damn good not to! Working like CRAZY, planning a bunch of trips all over the country, & possibly moving?!? Definitely a year, I want to remember! </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Happy New Year & Welcome to 2012!!! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnvJAmDD0uGJUt7tUVxEBqQfP_kMuz04k57y08vz3wF8xRGwZw_0kjhfocBSybeGwA-G_E81H8rMHEcDCLHU_t2BO31SBW6NbUzeyk6JAEeAIiTlpjBGG4tL43LdsjBwjRRnURYOzm7qI/s1600/tumblr_kvj5ipJ1at1qa169ho1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnvJAmDD0uGJUt7tUVxEBqQfP_kMuz04k57y08vz3wF8xRGwZw_0kjhfocBSybeGwA-G_E81H8rMHEcDCLHU_t2BO31SBW6NbUzeyk6JAEeAIiTlpjBGG4tL43LdsjBwjRRnURYOzm7qI/s200/tumblr_kvj5ipJ1at1qa169ho1_400_large.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today was <b>absolutely exhausting</b>!! I had work last night until ten, i know working on New Years Eve, what a joy! After work I went home to get ready for my evening, which eventually turned into night, and then early morning....and then morning. Ooooh lordy. Then off to my best friend, Jesslyns boyfriend, Matts house for the craziest house party Richland has probably ever seen. The boys were in<b>SANE </b>they got so riled up the last 20 minutes of 2011 and decided they'd like to spend the rest of 2011 RAVING! Which they did, by turning up the music as loud as it goes and screaming randomly for 20 minutes. It was absolutely hilarious. Of course we rang in the new year by takin' shots, shotgunning beers, and screaming the countdown at the top of our lungs. Unfortnately I was unable to be a part of the takin' shots and shotgunning bears part of that because I was the DD for the night, but I still had fun watching all of them! After Mattys house we went to Jesslyns house in West Richland where we taught our friend Jay how to play beer pong! Around 4:30 I was nominated (willingly) to take Haylee and Jay to their houses. So essentially, what I'm tryin to tell you guys is that I definitely didnt get home, in bed, asleep til about 5:30! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Theeeeeen this morning I got up at 7 and went to work! I work at Dutch Bros. btw, and it is absolutely amazing! I lovvvvve my job:) I also work at Texas Roadhouse as a hostess, that's where I was working last night! So I got to work this morning around 8, worked with Shelbe til noonish, then went home and passed out for like 4 hours. Tonight I had to be at work at five at Texas Roadhouse, but its okay, I was on Names (which means taking down peoples names and giving them pagers, kinda self explanatory) so I was off by 9ish. After work I headed over to the house that Jesslyn is housesititng only to find that tonight was the last night that she was house sitting... slightly upsetting :( I hung out with her and Matt for a little while and now I'm home! About to passsssssss out! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">So that was my first day of the new year in a nutshell. Sorry it wasnt too exciting, and very straight to the point. I'm exhausted so I'm headed to bed! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">NighhhNighhh Everyone. <33</span></span></div>dearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-60320315998412659352011-08-09T21:39:00.000-07:002012-01-02T21:40:57.110-08:00Hmmm,<div style="text-align: center;">Lately has just kind of sucked.. well the last month has just kind of sucked.. <br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">2. Be the woman a man needs, not the woman that needs a man</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">3. Always accept a compliment</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">4. If he leaves or gives up on you, remember, its his loss. Not yours.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">5. If he doesn't respect you, then you deserve better.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">6. You're beautiful and no one has the right to tell you that you are not.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">7. Don't fall for a guy who isn't willing to catch you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">8. Embrace your flaws and be true to who you really are.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">9. Never lose your faith in finding your perfect someone.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">10. Look like a butterfly, sting like a bee.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">11. Cover up. Being a mystery is more sexy than showing every inch of yourself off.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">12. Being single doesn mean your weak, it means you're strong enough to wait for what you really deserve.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">13. The little black dress is a classic for a reason. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">14. A real lady holds her head high, but never her nose. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">15. Never underestimate the power of warm greeting. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">16. For the love of decency, never chew with your mouth open.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">17. A lady knows her limits. No matter what, stick to your guns. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">18. Never make him carry your chihuahua unless you don't want him around for very long. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">19. If you expect him to give you girl time, expect to give him guy time. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">20. A subtle, yet noticeable lip bite possesses exceptional power. Use with caution.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">21. True beauty comes from within.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">22. Confidence is sexy.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">23. Never let a man define you. Be amazing on your own.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">24. You might feel worthless to one person, but you're priceless to another. Dont ever forget your value.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">25. Don't get your hopes up, don't let your guard down. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">26. If you 're not worth the trouble, then he's not worth the time. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">27. Be refined, polite and well-spoken.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">28. Act like a lady, think like a man</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">29. Be classy & fabulous always. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">30. Always be yourself around him. If he can't accept you for your quirks then he's not worth it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">31. Remember; if he wants to, he will.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">32. Your dresses should be tight enough to show you're a woman, but loose enough to show you're a lady.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">33. "If you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">34. Never regret something that once made you smile.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">35. Be brave, be bold and the guy will be yours. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">36. A true lady doesn't start fights, but sure knows how to finish them. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">37. Make him chase you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">38. Do not stereotype guys; they're definitely not all the same. </span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">39. Always classy. Never trashy. Just a little nasty. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">2. Give her your sweater when she's cold.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">3. Never talk about other girls in front of her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">4. Learn how to play the piano for her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">5. Comfort her when she's scared. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">6. Watch the sunset with her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">7. If she can't sleep, read her a bedtime story. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">8. If you get in a fight with her and she starts crying, just stop and hold her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">9. Never force her to do <b>anything</b>.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">10. Call her beautiful, especially when she least expects it. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">11. Never let her walk home alone. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">12. Play with her hair when she's laying on your chest. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">13. Always make the first move. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">14. Never lie to her, she'll find out. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">15. Kiss her when she's sleeping.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">16. Sing to her no matter how terrible your voice is... she'll like it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">17. When she's fighting with someone, defend her even when you don't think she's right. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">18. Accept her for who she is.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">19. Call her beautiful instead of hot or sexy.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">20. Don't let go first during a hug. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">21. Tell her if she has something in her hair.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">22. Tell her you love her before she falls asleep every night. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">23. Never go through her messages. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">24. Making her look bad infront of your friends, will make you look bad too. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">25. Always have her back. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">26. Kiss her in the rain. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">27. Leave her voice messages to wake up to. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">28. Stay on the call with her even if she fell asleep. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">29. Let her fall asleep in your arms. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">30. Give her piggyback rides.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">31. Call her babe.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">32. Apologize when you're wrong. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">33. Always open the door for her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">34. Boobs or butts don't matter. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">35. Notice the little things. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">36. Give her flowers. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">37. Good hygiene is a must. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">38. Be confident. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">39. Don't swear. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">40. Carry things for her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">41. Always be the stronger one. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">42. Pay for dinner. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">43. Hold her chair. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">44. Be a good listener. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">45. Don't brag.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">46. Compliment her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">47. Don't use her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">48. Respect her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">49. Perform random acts of kindness.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">50. Never take her for granted. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">51. Hang out with her friends too, not just yours.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">52. Give her breakfast in bed. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">53. Do whatever it takes to make her happy. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">54. She's more important than videogames. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">55. DON'T MAKE A PROMISE IF YOU'RE GONNA BREAK IT. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">56. If she slaps you, you probably deserve it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">57. She should have three things from you, your sweatshirt, a stuffed animal, and a really pretty ring. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">58. Never slap her, even if it's just in a joking way. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">59. If they complain that something hurts, rub it for them without being asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">60. Forget her birthday once and you're screwed. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">61. Hug her from the back. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">62. Never insult her, even if you're joking around.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">63. Never miss a date. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">64. Try your best to get her something on your vacation... it doesn't have to be expensive as long as it comes from the heart.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">65. Where that knitted sweater she made for you... if will mean the world to her.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">66. Never ask her to buy you things. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">67. If you love her, show her, not your friends. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">68. Don't get upset if she wants to watch chick flicks. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">69. When she's sick, don't neglect her.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">70. Reply to her texts. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">71. Never ask a girl out because of a dare. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">72. Never be late for a date.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">73. Unexpected suprises. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">74. When both of you are in a fight, take the blame even if she's wrong. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">75. Listen to what she has to say. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">76. If you know she loves you, don't play with her emotions and take advantage of it. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">77. When she refuses to talk to you because you did something to upset her, insist and make up for it. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">78. Make her feel like a princess.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">79. Shift to the dangerous side when crossing the street. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">80. When she drops something, stop whatever you're doing to help her.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">81. Never let her down or blow her off. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">82. Treat her like your best friend.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">83. Kiss the back of her hand. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">84. Love her when she least deserves it-- that's when she needs it the most. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">85. Tell her your stories and feelings too. She wants to hear them. Promise.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">86. Don't tell her lies just to spare her feelings, she'd rather know the truth now rather than finding out later.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">87. Yes, "I'm cold" is another way of saying "hug me". </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">88. Believe her and always believe in her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">89. Always listen to what she has to say. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">90. Good grammar is sexy.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">91. Look her in the eyes. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">92. Let her rest her head on your shoulder. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">93. Take the initiative to go and talk to her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">94. Have pillow fights with her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">95. Never talk bad behind her back.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">96. Never be a jerk to her infrot of her friends. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">97. Never go to parties or hang out with other girls without her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">98. Never make excuses. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">99. Dont talk to her when you're mad... you will screw something up. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">100. Don't try to keep anything from her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">101. Slip sweet notes in random places for her to come across.. they will make her day. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">102. Never let a day pass without saying "I love you" to her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">103. Alwasy protect her from any kind of harm. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">104. Never give her a reason to think she's the man in the relationship. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">105. Grand gestures.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">106. Kiss her under the stars.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">107. Love her unconditionally. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">108. Make her an album of the songs that remind you of her.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">109. Never lead her on if you know nothing's going to happen.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">110. Never answer the "Does this make me look fat?" question... it's a trick.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">111. If you love her, never let her slip away. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">112. Your warmth soothes her heart. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">113. When going out, don't ask her what she wants to do, take charge and decide. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">114. Smile and laugh at her jokes, even if they aren't funny. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">115. If you don't have time for her, make time for her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">116. Always be available for her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">117. If you love her, tell her before it's too late. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">118. Never forget an anniversary. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">119. When you're around her, always make her feel like you're her first and last. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">120. It's the little compliments that mean a lot to her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">121. Show her off infront of your or her friends.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">122. When she's tired, carry her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">123. Never accuse. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">124. Do it becuase you want to, not because you want something back in return. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">125. Actions speak louder than words. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">126. Hae those I-love-you-more fights...she thinks it's cute.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">127. Don't say "whatever" when you are arguing... it'll make her more mad. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">128. Never blame her for your mistakes. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">129. She loves that cute smirk. Promise. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">130. A gentleman is one who never hurts anyone's feelings unintentionally. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">131. No more bro's before hoe's. Well respected women, before bro's.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">132. Don't go anywhere without kissing her goodbye. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">133. Hold the door for every girl, attractive or not. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">134. Try to write a song for her, even if you're not musically inclined... she'll love it no matter what.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">135. Text her good morning to have her day start with a smile. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">136. She comes first. Always. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">137. Never let her forget how much she means to you. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">138. Never let her fall asleep waiting for your call. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">139. Her "nothing" is always something. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">140. Never tell a girl she doesn't understand. Ever. Chances are, she does.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">141. Forehead kisses. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">142. Have a day for just you and her, she loves the one on one time. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">143. Have tickle fights with her...but let her win.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">144. Dance with her even when there's no music on.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">145. Stay up, even if you are tired to talk or chat with her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">146. Never give her a reason to doubt your feelings for her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">147. Never reject her kisses or hugs. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">148. Don't text or call her just because you're bored. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">149. Kiss her spontaneously in the middle of her sentence. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">150. Love her for who she is, not fo who you want her to be. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">151. When she pushes you away, pull her in closer.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">152. Call her "love". It sounds classy.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">153. Tuck her hair behind her ear.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">154. Never compare her with your ex-girlfriends. She is incomparable.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">155. Never underestimage a girl's ability to find things out. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">156. If you fall in love with her, tell her. Just be prepared to catch her. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">157. In the middle of a hug, squeeze a little harder... she'll love it, promise.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">158. A gentleman always cheers for his hometown team. Win or lose.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">159. A gentleman respects every woman in his life. If you can't respect your own mother, forget about respexting your girlfriend.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">160. Stupid lame jokes; awkwardly adorable moments.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">161. A gentleman always thinks before he says. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">162. A gentleman is never rude.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://therulesofagentleman.tumblr.com/">http://therulesofagentleman.tumblr.com/</a></div>dearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-24306210603830134222011-05-03T12:16:00.000-07:002011-05-03T12:16:35.230-07:00Skipping FifthSooo, i'm skipping fifth because i was late. Okay, that sounds dumb, you definitely need to listen to the whole story.So i never ever go to my fifth hour. I hate that class so much, sososososo much... so I was actually going to go today but i walked up to the door and the bell rang. So Mr. Wilson made me go back down to the office to get a slip so I just didnt go to class and I went and hung out with Mr. Gosney instead. <br />
So now I'm on weheartit.com looking up a bunch of random pictures, its the best thing ever.dearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-62852757119521673372011-05-03T12:07:00.001-07:002012-01-02T21:41:58.834-08:00SenioritisThe last 7 days of school, I've only been at school for like 3 of them. Lol. Shiit. I have the worst senioritis ever. I know I need to go to school just for like attendance reasons but there is no actual point of going. The teachers are to the point where half of them dont even take attendance anymore. Its. Crazy. I cant believe I am graduating high school in like 4 weeks. Wow. 12 years turned into 4 freakikng weeks. The time has gone by so fast. Its weird how time seems to go soo slow during the day but then the days seem to go by sooo freaking fast. I dont get it. I really dont. <br />
Ahh, oh well. <br />
Some awesome pictures for the day:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Mmmm, I love Tiffany & Co. If anyone wants to just get me something from Tiffanys, you're more than welcome:) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Soo happpy, Now I canttt wait for prom. I'll post pictures after :) Promiseee<3</div><br />
Holllllaaaa<3333<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"></div>dearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-79328476992677928172011-04-15T13:46:00.000-07:002011-04-15T13:46:08.229-07:00Prom Queen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Its such a title. Such an honor. To even be nominated for it is amazing : ) Today at school I was nominated for Prom Queen. I'm sooo excited : ) Although, I dont think I will win, it is still just an honor to be nominated. : ) Yaaaaaaaay!! : )<br />
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Its also really really easy for me to associate songs and other artists lyrics with how I feel about someone or something. I've never really understood why but the second I hear certain parts in songs they open up a whole part of me for a person. <strong>The scariest thing to me is that I can be completely comtrolled my music.</strong> An ex of mine completely understood that and felt the same way. and at the beginning of our relationship that was a good thing because he would play songs in the car that he knew would make me fell special and important to him but by the end of our relationship... I was hearing songs about just letting go and saying goodbye and how I will never be good enough.. It was excruciating. I never ever want to go through that again. I felt so broken and unwanted and un-needed. There are so many things that will remind me of him.. "Last Kiss" by Taylor Swift is actually coming through the speakers of the computer as I type right now. thats why this blog entry turned into being about my ex.. this song reminds me of our relationship so much..<br />
Alright well, I guess I will probably blog later, or right now but about something else... <br />
Holllaaahh<3<br />
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I turn 18 in 12 days, TWELVE and I'm not buying a prom dress anyore so, I have some extra cash and I think I've decided that what I want is a tattoo. <br />
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It's the best. I'm so extremely excited, I turn 18 in 11 days. ELEVEN!!<3 Yaaaay! and the first thing I'm going to do is get it. <333333333333333333<br />
<div align="center"></div>dearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-57391149551143216192011-03-12T21:08:00.001-08:002011-03-12T21:08:46.495-08:00Kimmi says...that if I get on my blog at school three more times shes going to delete it. So I'm gonna kill her. Easily.dearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-60301095741586319752011-03-12T21:08:00.000-08:002011-03-12T21:08:18.895-08:00Hmmm...<div align="center">Has anyone else heard about the "Waffles & Chicken" meal from IHop? It is a genious idea but I mean really?! wtf, whoever thought of that was definitely high. Anywoo, I think I want some, waffles and chicken that is, it sounds good. As long as i can order some white gravy with my chicken becuase Dairy Queen has me addicted to the white gravy that they give me in my chicken baskets.<br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sometimes I wish my biological dad had been more of a man. Or would grow some balls and try to talk to me. Its almost pathetic that I have been living on this Earth for almost 18 years and I have never spoken to someone who should be one of the most important people in your life. Not one birthday card. Not anything. i almost want to send him a gradutation announcement so that he knows that I am successful. So that he knows. What the hell he is missing out on. </span></div>dearworldlovetorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12638379647665790345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587826161957424099.post-44126920968176916202011-03-09T23:12:00.000-08:002011-03-10T00:42:18.253-08:00R-R-R-RE-RE-REMIXXX<div align="center">I've got 99 problems... but being your bitch isnt one. <br />
Thats it. <br />
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