youseethis^guy_righthere?
yahim..well^he_wasmy
everything.mylife^my_dreamsmy
hopesmycares^my_breathand
myheartbeat.likeⁱ_saidmy
everything.unforgunatly^that_changedand
idonot^like_thatthis
happen.isaw^him_againfor
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veryveryVERY^long_time(got
it?along^time)_andhe
hasn'tchangeand^you_knowwhat
else?wellhe;s^awesome_alwaysmade
mesmilealways^cared_tolisten
mybestfriend^for_yearsmy
boyfriendforto^short_oftime.
healwayssaidⁱ_wasmore
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believeditbut^others_saidit
too.unforgunatlyi^wasn't_matureenough,
orjustnot^ready_forsuch
adeeprelationship^bunk_eh?)so
thisguyhere?^well_he'samazing
imisshim^dearly_everythingi
doisome^how_connectit
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Friends

...Katelyn

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.my.new.wife..ur.boy.wants.to.murber.me!.

...Tracy

.i.love.u.girl.i'll.keep.talking.with.the.dinos.fo​r.u.

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...Leeanne

...Kalie

.friends.since.ESC.sisters.forever.

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...Kylee

...Dustin

.ur.a.great.guy.friend.

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...Matt

...Sara

.my.sister.in.law.i.love.u.girl.

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...Hayden

...Greg

.i.am.not.hot.ur.hot.

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...Justin

...Ashley

.oh.grad.is.soon.cant.wait.till.ur.here.

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...George

...Hugo

.my.crazy.mexican.te.amo.

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...Daniel

...Amanda

.dangling.hand.cuffs.

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...Heather

...Jose

.my.hot.mexican.friend.4months.till.i.hug.u.again.

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...Rach

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...Katie

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.my.sis.lover.n.wife.

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...Amber

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...Alexis

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.the.hills.are.always.ours.

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.stay.away.from.bubbles.

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...Ruth

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ˇ¦Cody

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.i.do.remember.ur.a.gentle.guy.

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ˇ¦Cam

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.ur.better.off.single.mista.have.a.few.drinks.for.​me.too.

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ˇ¦Curtis

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.ur.a.great.friend.n.one.day.it.will.go.back.to.ho​w.it.was.i.hope.

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...Nathan

.ur.awsome.n.this.summer.is.a.blast.n.i.no.u.can.d​o.better.than.her.or.me.[/center]

...Amber

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I love my girls with all my heart, i love my guys till they hurt me...

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^{written in june 06 well dating him, and being across country}
_{sense than broke up}

--Tracy--
well i've stolen your bed...
and now i rule it..
god you need to get back to drum!
I know your one of the few i can;
Call in the middle of the night
FREAKING OUT
on the phone saying i just
KILLED
someone..and you'd say:
Ok, where can we hide the body?
than we will go on a
...Carebear adventure...
to hide the body and run from the
Dame Pigs...
...ILU4E...

..bestfriendsforever_ its not a label- its a PROMISE
It's the days like these...
where we sit around and do _nothing...
the moments we laugh so hard we ^cry...
the way we look at each other
and _know exactly whats going through ^our minds..
it's the stupid things, the inside ^jokes...
that's the reason why _we're [[_i_n_s_e_p_e_r_e_b_l_e_]]

_{wont ever regret ex's}

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if any one hurts this boy i'll torture you and dont forget it!
[N]athan...always stay smileing..and always hit the puddles twice..once for yourself and once for me[/b][/center][/size]


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TEN FIRSTS
First Best Friend: rebbecca
First Screen Name: peach_ncream14@hotmail.com
First Pet: a big fluffy white dog
First Piercing: ears..when i was six
First Crush: uh..ben..
First CD: green day..
First Car: 68 impala
First Stuffed animal: noser..a bunny with a hard nose wth water n ducks inside

NINE LASTS
Last Alchoholic Beverage: beer in europe
Last Car ride: last night
Bus: going to frankfurt airport
Yesterday Car: Huh?
Last Movie Seen: um..*blankstare*
Last Phone Call: dustin
Last Song Played: i write sins not tragedgs
Last Bubble Bath: like 2weeks ago
Last time you Cried: when i hugged chino n alex good bye:(

EIGHT HAVE YOU EVERS
Have you ever dated one of your best friends: ya
Have you ever been arrested? ya
Have you ever skinny dipped: ya
Have you ever been on tv: on the news for football/cheerleading
Have you ever kissed someone, and then regreted it? ya
Have you ever had a sex dream about someone? Ya
Have you ever cheated on someone? ya
Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex?ya

SEVEN THINGS YOU ARE WEARING
1. Hoodie sweater
2. tank top
3. Jeans
4. shoes
5. best friend bracelet
6. Socks
7. underwear.

SIX THINGS YOU'VE DONE TODAY
1. Went to school
2. Laughed
3. Ate
4. Walked
5. sang
6. jumped

FIVE FAVORITE THINGS IN NO ORDER
1. Chocolate
2. music
3. Sleeping
4. singing
5. Friends

FOUR PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ANYTHING TO
1. alexis
2. kalie
3. kylee
4. katie

THREE CHOICES
1. Black or White: black
2. Hot or Cold: cold
3. Chocolate or Vanilla: vanilla

TWO THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE
1. been to everywhere once
2. learn to surf

ONE THING YOU REGRET: hurt ppl

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type your name. . .
with your fingers: jessica
with your elbow: hjwreasfdasfduiovcxa
with your nose: jessica
with your toes: hjwesfdaasfduycvxasf
with your chin: hjwresfsduica
with your tongue: Ew. No.

This is a tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be that they are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer bong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend. This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a slut than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.

So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whores clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the bitches and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race. So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where they're waiting; however, until that happens, they still have each other, that silly race.

Q: What's the last text message on your cell phone say ?
A: why am i a meani?

Q: whose bed did you sleep in last night ?
A: sara's

Q: what color shirt are you wearing ?:
A: black hoodie

Q: what's the color of your bedroom walls?:
A: diff shades of blue

Q: how much cash do you have on you right now?:
A: like 5bucks

Q: What is your favorite part of the chicken?
A: skin

Q: What's your favorite sport?
A: football and hockey

Q: I can't wait till.
A: EUROPE
Q: When was the last time you saw your mom?
A: like 4days ago

Q: What did you have for dinner last night?
A: um...

Q: Look to your left. What's there?
A:ashleigh

Q: Whats the last piece of clothing you borrowed from someone?
A: umm"borrowed" ryans slipknot hoodie

Q: What website(s) do you visit the most during the day?
A: hotmail, nexopia

Q: Do you have plants in your room?
A: dryed roses

Q: Does anything hurt on your body right now?
A:my tongue, i ripped the ring

Q: whats the last taxicab you rode in?
A: classic cabs like an hour ago

Q: Do you own a picture phone?
A: no

_______Last________

1. Person you saw: ashleigh
2. Talk on the phone with: some random girl
4. IM: geoff
5. Song you listened to: remedy-seether

_______Today________

1. What are you doing now: listenin to music,n doing this
2. What are you doing tonight:boarding andhanging with mah randy bear hopefully
3. What are you wearing?:torn pants slipknot hoodie n chain nnn FISHNETS
4. What did you eat for lunch: B.{P

________Tomorrow___________

1. Is: saturday
2. Got any plans:work..n work somemore
3. Goal: sleep
4. Dislikes about tomorrow: work
5. Do you have work:noooo hahahah

Name 21 people you can think of right off the top of your head..
Dont read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 21 people.

1. Kalie
2. Tracy
3. Leeanne
4. Katie
5. Alexis
6. Amber
7. Charleen
8. Kylee
9. Kyle
10. Matt S.
11.Matt
12.Ashley
13.Roy
14.Chris
15.George B
16.Hugo
17.Uiao
18.Rach
19.Andre
20.Sara
21.Jodie

Q: how did you meet 14?
at a school dance in turner valley
Q: what would you do if 20 and 9 dated?
wonder what happened to my brother
Q: do you think 19 is attractive?
yes
Q: do you know any of 4's family members?
everyone, i use to be close to them!
Q: what would you do if 18 just confessed they liked you?
smiles and say cool
Q: what is 2's favorite band?
usher..even t hough it not a band
Q: is 11 single?
no, he's my b/f
Q: would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 16?
not anymore, we just close friends!
Q: where does 15 live?
turner valley
Q: do you like 1?
hell ya she's my bestiest!
Q: thoughts on 3?
i luv her she's my sister forever, n shes a good mother