tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77757446121329660172024-02-18T21:44:47.306-07:00the finds of cami.camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-1638991726571945822012-08-07T16:35:00.004-06:002012-08-07T16:35:59.869-06:00enter: post 1guys i met this guy.<br />
and i can't get him off my mind<br />
<br />
so much that im actually blogging about it....<br />
haha i know it's been a while.<br />
<br />
but real talk,<br />
he's amazing.<br />
<br />
and a cutie.<br />
and my favorite :)<br />
<br />
hehe :)camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-56673483607966612842012-02-07T13:38:00.000-07:002012-02-07T13:38:23.904-07:00if today is tuesday, when is "next tuesday"?<br />
Travis says: it is the tuesday after valentines day (2/14)<br />
i say: it is valentines day.<br />
<br />
we want your answer and also your definition of what THIS tuesday means.<br />
<br />
thank you<br />
travis and camicamillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-91394980211916280162012-01-20T09:34:00.000-07:002012-01-20T09:34:31.029-07:00mmmas i was creeping about the internet looking at pictures of james dean<br />
i ultimately decided he's the best looking man that ever lived.<br />
and not only was he good looking, he was bad A, girls.<br />
<br />
<br />
i also figured out why he's sooo dreamy.<br />
he's literally a PERFECT mix of James Franco, and Channing Tatum, with a tiny Ryan Gosling thrown in there.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoBRQqTSudateNOxwBmokfIx_-Lyuf9t0PGn_W-1hYTmbFMoa2ZStVuq928n1Gs5_eI8LKzLPOVcPJKsdIN-c1gwga8YPwI4N0e8VagXFL_exhjsVmd4g_7gJUp1WOtE_1tDPhqP6bcoY/s1600/jd" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoBRQqTSudateNOxwBmokfIx_-Lyuf9t0PGn_W-1hYTmbFMoa2ZStVuq928n1Gs5_eI8LKzLPOVcPJKsdIN-c1gwga8YPwI4N0e8VagXFL_exhjsVmd4g_7gJUp1WOtE_1tDPhqP6bcoY/s320/jd" width="271" /></a></div>camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-58130138914134500312012-01-19T16:47:00.002-07:002012-01-19T16:47:15.022-07:00this is terribly funny.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsq8BWlLupjrXG4Oryxi9dDP1HkX0NU6XVicAha2VH7rljkhuj-KXHA86tAnOAK8QdJLH1J9aaiEOF8v-zfoFZ1pkil2DBYaxxp8fny5U4BZO5aZFhWKOiN42J37i3X_kG3GHkUUM48Os/s1600/emo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsq8BWlLupjrXG4Oryxi9dDP1HkX0NU6XVicAha2VH7rljkhuj-KXHA86tAnOAK8QdJLH1J9aaiEOF8v-zfoFZ1pkil2DBYaxxp8fny5U4BZO5aZFhWKOiN42J37i3X_kG3GHkUUM48Os/s320/emo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-17312525216918156632012-01-17T23:40:00.002-07:002012-01-17T23:40:49.276-07:00HAHA<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">"There is a skinny woman inside me trying to get out...I can usually shut the bitch up with cookies" </span></span></h6>camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-4648789424689442772012-01-13T15:53:00.000-07:002012-01-13T15:53:01.152-07:00today at lunch i...charted my love life action plan.<br />
step one: complete<br />
step two: in progress<br />
<br />
whoop cami!camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-14574995831195420962011-12-29T10:14:00.000-07:002011-12-29T10:14:22.562-07:00moving right along eh?cuddled? check.<br />
dates? check.<br />
kiss? pending request.camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-23169475972268921092011-12-27T17:04:00.000-07:002011-12-27T17:04:41.476-07:00this only happens in the movies ladiesi saw a man. his perfection in beauty will not soon be forgotten by my heart, nor my mind.<br />
as i describe him, you need to envision this beauty in your mind in the most flawless, perfect way imaginable.<br />
<br />
lets begin.<br />
<br />
about 6'3, long long torso.<br />
skinny/slender/lean, but with <u>broad</u> shoulders and the most beautiful defined back muscles (again note the long torso).<br />
white fitted cotton t-shirt, with dark wash slim jeans. zippers on the pockets (ya i looked)<br />
<br />
oh, and his HAIR<br />
you know that move men do that makes us ladies swoon?<br />
you know, when they run their fingers thru their long wavy hair?<br />
ya, he did that. and you better believe i swooned.<br />
<br />
now imagine the most perfect golden blonde, with natural caramel highlights. with an underlying dark tone, and almost even a little greasy looking.<br />
nothing short of perfection. am i right?<br />
<br />
then, he turned and looked at me<br />
i lost consciousness.<br />
chiseled roman nose, bright gorgeous green eyes<br />
dark brows<br />
rugged beard.<br />
holy hell.<br />
is anyone else drooling?<br />
<br />
here's the kicker tho, as he walked by he obviously saw i was falling in love with him,<br />
and he so kindly shot me one of his sparkly white crooked smiles.<br />
right?<br />
i must see him again.<br />
<br />
if any of you see this man<br />
before you pursue,<br />
please keep in mind,<br />
i saw him first.<br />
<br />
bless.<br />
camicamillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-90012194825210850632011-12-17T23:27:00.000-07:002011-12-17T23:27:14.852-07:00saturday nightwhat if he's just too good to be true?camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-55502421416632480872011-12-01T01:28:00.000-07:002011-12-01T01:28:07.441-07:00wishing to find my breaking point.there are times in your life when you just feel like breaking<br />
you feel like breaking would be the release to all the angst built up in you<br />
like the emotions would somehow just race out of your chest and be gone forever. <br />
usually when you feel like breaking away, you already feel completly broken.<br />
maybe<br />
<br />
mostly, yes, I'm mostly broken, but not yet completely.<br />
mostly you start to feel like you're already broken when you've started to mend.<br />
i need to start that mend.<br />
i need to know i've broken all i can and i can finally start to heal<br />
i don't want to sit here, with open wounds, knowing i haven't even had the worst of it<br />
awaiting my nightmare <br />
just crying over the horror i know will come.<br />
<br />
but it wont come.<br />
it's not coming!!<br />
why must it be delayed!<br />
i want it to all be over<br />
resolved<br />
sustained<br />
and beautiful, once again.camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-1415887318434990082011-11-27T18:20:00.002-07:002011-11-27T18:20:38.700-07:00goalfirst rule to happiness:<br />
free your heartcamillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-49818316646872196412011-11-26T22:45:00.002-07:002011-11-26T22:45:55.770-07:00thought of the dayRadiohead is neither music nor noise<br />
it's ARTcamillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-44728482767686662142011-11-24T18:32:00.000-07:002011-11-24T18:32:01.145-07:00i love to see...that look boys get when you know they're thinking<br />
"i love you"camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-22228978537821577852011-11-24T01:13:00.001-07:002011-11-24T01:13:09.285-07:00it has come to this.all i need in life anymore is<br />
<br />
<br />
1. netflix<br />
2. puzzles <br />
3. a plane ticket outta herecamillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-16906725515447136752011-11-12T20:09:00.000-07:002011-11-12T20:09:44.703-07:00so there's this guyand the way he smiles makes me smile.<br />
and the sound of his voice makes my heart skip a beat.<br />
and when i see him i get butterflies.<br />
<br />
:)camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-90262056642936978162011-11-08T14:06:00.000-07:002011-11-08T14:06:02.197-07:00after all this time?<div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQdxFh8ZVclNqT99sCII3n_mILchwSACNloU02uRrEUzrqgXUzNBQ26OBV5FsNehNc87-tDskE7PwNrpLvBuJGUaUEvsRzecKdxfY46OzNoCfvx7kHDVfLe51DAAHbi8AsBYWNTZ-vXbU/s1600/z219513457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQdxFh8ZVclNqT99sCII3n_mILchwSACNloU02uRrEUzrqgXUzNBQ26OBV5FsNehNc87-tDskE7PwNrpLvBuJGUaUEvsRzecKdxfY46OzNoCfvx7kHDVfLe51DAAHbi8AsBYWNTZ-vXbU/s320/z219513457.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b></b></span></div><div style="display: inline !important;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><b>i still:</b></b></span></div><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-fall every time i see him.</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-blush at any mention of him.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-get butterflies thinking of him.</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-see there's a meaning to all this.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">and i still know i love him.</span></div></div><div><br />
<div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">after love at first sight, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">and </span><u style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">many</u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">years of heartbreak, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">and many years of patience.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">he entered my life again, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">and what began was </span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>wonderful, perfect, unbelievable happiness.</b></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div>camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-65299606770487660152011-10-17T21:58:00.000-06:002011-10-17T21:58:42.624-06:00hope, prayers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Uv5lGLrJhr_632fGyA_EfdN27FYwASEq0i9V9vU7go_vnFhswiyGG7TsYX58j-Wc4ucrJy5Oc8etS74n9-o0EetYyUv50DNeFLb2kL5MyeSeQalgXe4O7udi38PKK2kJ_A8U3yuYL5g/s1600/temple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Uv5lGLrJhr_632fGyA_EfdN27FYwASEq0i9V9vU7go_vnFhswiyGG7TsYX58j-Wc4ucrJy5Oc8etS74n9-o0EetYyUv50DNeFLb2kL5MyeSeQalgXe4O7udi38PKK2kJ_A8U3yuYL5g/s320/temple.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
The Lord is always on our side, and always cheering us along<br />
sometimes we are too angry or ignorant to see it<br />
but He'll always be there and He, and everyone around us, always want us to come back to Him.<br />
and if not for Him, then for the people around us it matters to.camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-36301531054218115692011-10-11T23:24:00.000-06:002011-10-11T23:24:05.606-06:00hot cross buns.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi50iytNhOdc-tN3tvFsbgK73I2RDEBYEG2-WEJjgjGrpkZ-QsoztsZ1tvZ3EoawKgQmfTuunv5VchTFd4Fbtu6CINhLblGmSEMS62Nej_zSPLqBG4TogHJB3Uo-KWfRxJ-Nz4N0TAvVK0/s1600/z219545105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi50iytNhOdc-tN3tvFsbgK73I2RDEBYEG2-WEJjgjGrpkZ-QsoztsZ1tvZ3EoawKgQmfTuunv5VchTFd4Fbtu6CINhLblGmSEMS62Nej_zSPLqBG4TogHJB3Uo-KWfRxJ-Nz4N0TAvVK0/s400/z219545105.jpg" width="400" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrHR1Aii5i4oCouv8uO5v2YDmpocgl2XpUYkQilRp7_6giyO0KDMqkGKT8_MuC1aAWIih3AoMOmEyeR6swYUSFJOVzura60lt39zTvLHciWiOC26oREuv4cVVsQJdWZ09pyyMw1_WFPto/s1600/z216269687.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrHR1Aii5i4oCouv8uO5v2YDmpocgl2XpUYkQilRp7_6giyO0KDMqkGKT8_MuC1aAWIih3AoMOmEyeR6swYUSFJOVzura60lt39zTvLHciWiOC26oREuv4cVVsQJdWZ09pyyMw1_WFPto/s320/z216269687.bmp" width="320" /></a></div><br />
i feel light, i feel happy. i feel hopeful.<br />
i feel like my life is finally happening and it's EVERYTHING I've been waiting for.<br />
<br />
i feel like there are a million words floating around in my head, but none of them are right.<br />
<br />
i feel all the beauty around me getting more vibrant as<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">every second takes me closer. </span><br />
i fell like finally it's okay, and it really was all for a reason. i'm grateful.<br />
<br />
i'm living now,<br />
and taking life fully by the reins and heading in head first.<br />
there's an interesting spirit about me now, that little girl inside me is growing up and becoming a real woman now. a real woman with a lot of spirit in her. now i'm always smiling at new and beautiful opportunities that become the music around me.<br />
<br />
i want to run around and tell the whole world.<br />
i want to kiss him on the mouth and have him be forever mine.<br />
<br />
my future with him is <b>finally more bright than my past.</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">he's so real </span><br />
and even more wonderfully perfect than i ever thought. he's got this smile that makes me feel innocent and young again. and i blush every time.<br />
he reminds me of better days, of days i forgot i missed.<br />
<br />
oh boy...<br />
8 years of wishful thinking, and now it's come to this<br />
WOOOOOT<br />
<br />
bless you,<br />
cami :)camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-62030865964994287042011-08-29T16:27:00.002-06:002011-08-29T16:27:59.913-06:00davidi saw him,<br />
he has GREAT HAIR<br />
<br />
wooot!!!camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-41628656501710654132011-08-29T12:21:00.000-06:002011-08-29T12:21:25.982-06:00i love my chair<br />
i love sitting in my chair with no one around me<br />
i love sitting here and watching the busy students scurry by below me<br />
i love to sit here and wonder what their lives are like<br />
who they are<br />
what they like to do<br />
maybe even wonder if someone that just walked past me is just like me<br />
maybe someone just walked by that will one day be a good friend of mine<br />
right now they are all strangers<br />
right now, sitting in my chair, i just wonder.<br />
i try to look for familiar faces, maybe even someone i know<br />
i want to see if David, that one cute college guy will ever walk by.<br />
i like feeling this feeling of serenity.<br />
everything around me at peace.<br />
i like trying to be silent.<br />
i like to try and make no noise.<br />
even in my salmon pink striped shirt, and high wasted pink floral skirt, i want to try and blend in.<br />
it's funny sitting here,<br />
i'm not even around the books i love, but i'm in my corner doing what i love.<br />
i want to figure people out<br />
i want to know what these people below me are thinking right now<br />
how they grew up<br />
who their best friend is<br />
are they married<br />
are they happy.<br />
i want to know what they are interested in doing.<br />
i could sit here and make judgement about them based on their simple or loud appearance<br />
but right now i'll just sit here and watch them, and feel a part of them.<br />
and love them<br />
i'll feel like they do, just trying to get by simply with what i got.<br />
i'll blend in in that way.<br />
and that's totally cool.camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-29059159447321984812011-08-08T10:51:00.000-06:002011-08-08T10:51:32.151-06:00the sky was drunk.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">testing, 1, 2, 3.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5HqnpMLRP0le-TMXswqIXBM6chSEqCtLib3MJrqngP1vK-0YDOWWdw0ta6chBVXOfeJvMiEaZtjhU33tZYu_MqVieSJbEqXEezWOgrBxr9Km2uoMStitd4L-F80Jz87oimFXw-CtD7o/s1600/b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5HqnpMLRP0le-TMXswqIXBM6chSEqCtLib3MJrqngP1vK-0YDOWWdw0ta6chBVXOfeJvMiEaZtjhU33tZYu_MqVieSJbEqXEezWOgrBxr9Km2uoMStitd4L-F80Jz87oimFXw-CtD7o/s320/b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div>camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-39026658050371399442011-08-08T09:26:00.000-06:002011-08-08T09:26:44.056-06:00i'll miss him too.when i open myself up to people, the next thing i do is cut them off.<div><br />
<div>i really hate that about myself.</div><div><br />
</div><div>i did that with this friend.</div><div><br />
</div><div>he's a true gem.</div><div>a nice kid.</div><div>a great friend.</div><div><br />
</div><div>he did a lot for me and i wish i would've done more for him.</div><div>i guess we all have those kind of regrets in life, you know?</div><div><br />
</div><div>anyway, i'm deciding to change. </div><div><br />
</div><div>now when i open up, i'll stay close.</div><div>really close.</div><div><br />
</div><div>i don't want another person thinking i hate them.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>sorry red.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>love and blessings,</div><div>cami.</div></div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">1.buy me cameo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2. going incognito</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">3. masquerade belle</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">4.chocolate cake</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">5. braziliant</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">6.carnival</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">7.catwalk</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">8. solemate</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">9.foot loose</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">10. mint candy apple</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">11. shifting power</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">12. plumberry </div>camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-39394219005938505582011-08-04T16:50:00.003-06:002011-08-04T16:53:49.078-06:00motive.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUp4YvK6ySVWRa2jvrSr3-M045Ju11kH9ovWle5AesTxx9hZcut2YmM3CrzFPV7_SfsqBEwkCql5tUueenpPqk_89xq9wAvQ8SzNqiw60LEh8tXFXBFS28OI_8nS7z6OtymWD7R-zUZdY/s1600/z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUp4YvK6ySVWRa2jvrSr3-M045Ju11kH9ovWle5AesTxx9hZcut2YmM3CrzFPV7_SfsqBEwkCql5tUueenpPqk_89xq9wAvQ8SzNqiw60LEh8tXFXBFS28OI_8nS7z6OtymWD7R-zUZdY/s320/z.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I came to win, </span></span></b></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">to fight. </span></b></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To conquer, </span></span></b></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">to thrive!</span></span></b></span></span></div></div>camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775744612132966017.post-24564055971763755002011-08-03T15:43:00.001-06:002011-08-03T15:48:15.888-06:00something that's been on my mind for a while:<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">i have serious commitment issues.</span></b><br />
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</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS:</span></b><br />
<b>1. i start to like the boy</b><br />
<b>2. i start to really like the boy</b><br />
<b>3. i start to get super FREAKED out by the boy.</b><br />
<b>4. i move on.</b><br />
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ahhhh,<br />
whatevs.camillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09705564458462254701noreply@blogger.com0