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			<title>sarah's b-day party</title>
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			<published>2008-09-22T17:59:27Z</published>
			<updated>2008-09-22T17:59:27Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/09/22//#11239-1222120767-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos7/11239-1222120767-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/09/22//#11239-1222120767-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos7/11239-1222120767-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/09/22//#11239-1222120767-2&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos7/11239-1222120767-2.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/09/22//#11239-1222120767-3&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos7/11239-1222120767-3.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/09/22//#11239-1222120767-4&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos7/11239-1222120767-4.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/09/22//#11239-1222120767-5&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos7/11239-1222120767-5.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/09/22//#11239-1222120767-6&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos7/11239-1222120767-6.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/09/22//#11239-1222120767-7&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos7/11239-1222120767-7.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;these are pretty much the only ones i liked out of the crazy randomness of my party shots. There were alot more people than in these pics and yeah.... not good candid shots were to be had in the dim lights even with high iso cause everyone was movin around so  damn much.
So many couples at this party! sarah became a relationship nazi and spent some time trying to seperate us for some reason
needless to say it failed. 
the scenesters hid out in Dani's bedroom and watched ferris Beuller's Day Off  while the rest of us were swimming and messing around.

good times

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			<title>hey you!</title>
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			<published>2008-09-10T18:48:37Z</published>
			<updated>2008-09-11T14:15:32Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/09/10//#11239-1221086917-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos3/11239-1221086917-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah thats right YOU!
SMILE its an okay day! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>friiidaaayyy</title>
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			<published>2008-09-05T18:31:37Z</published>
			<updated>2008-09-05T18:31:37Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/09/05//#11239-1220653897-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos7/11239-1220653897-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;FINALLY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>F to the A</title>
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			<published>2008-09-03T21:24:09Z</published>
			<updated>2008-09-03T20:31:30Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/09/03//#11239-1220491890-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos3/11239-1220491890-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;

my lappy is screwwedd up
its just not my month
i've lost contact with hannah and christy and erica and i feel bad.
i'm stressed already and its the third week of school (!!)
and i'm sick of hearing myself complain

will someone take me out? clubbing,partying,swimming,beach,walking,biking,hiking(?)talking,driving around,bookstores,coffee,dinner,lunch,breakfast,board games? 
take your pick i just want to get lost with someone i dont see that often.

i also realized that i barely get any phonecalls that arent from my Bf.
AIM really takes away the need to be on the phone at night
plus i can multitask
but it really takes away the sincerity and the knowledge that the person you're talking to is actually involved in your conversation.

so if you're reading this and feel the same maybe one day we can chat it up =]
been busy REALLY BUSY lately but i'll make time to chat haha
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			<title>so</title>
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			<published>2008-08-30T23:03:08Z</published>
			<updated>2008-08-30T23:03:08Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/08/30//#11239-1220151788-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos2/11239-1220151788-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;My night is sucking ass
fuck it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>blue</title>
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			<published>2008-08-29T16:39:58Z</published>
			<updated>2008-08-30T08:19:18Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/08/29//#11239-1220042398-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos5/11239-1220042398-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;fun weekend on my hands
yesterday random plans came up where i hung out with a bunch of kids at Matt Q's House. but apparently he was mad that i showed up because he wasnt aware i was  coming even though my ride told him i would be there.
LAME haha

today
dani,sarah,myself,and a lovestruck delighted debra are wandering around town together =]
maybe a shoot this afternoon/evening &amp;lt;33

sunday
my bf and me get our frist over an hour and half date. then i'm heading to naples

Monday
Naples Naples Naples

somewhere in between all this
i have to work on a powerpoint for Bio finish my chapter outlines for photo in my IWB and study for a math test tues.

wow
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			<title>i know its boring</title>
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			<published>2008-08-26T15:37:49Z</published>
			<updated>2008-08-26T19:28:19Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/08/27//#11239-1219779469-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos/11239-1219779469-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/08/27//#11239-1219779469-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos/11239-1219779469-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/08/27//#11239-1219779469-2&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos/11239-1219779469-2.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/08/27//#11239-1219796897-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos/11239-1219796897-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;NEWS: I dont have texting anymore =[ no recieving or sending texts anymore =p


but i have no other subjects beside myself
thusly LOTS of self portraits 

first pic: 
resigned its how i feel lately
just accepting and tired

second: 
haha our grass as gotten out of control with all this rain

third:
spin til you're sick
its more fun to be out of it

fourth:
geez i'm short&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>storm/songs</title>
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			<published>2008-08-25T20:09:33Z</published>
			<updated>2008-08-25T19:12:15Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/08/26//#11239-1219709529-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos3/11239-1219709529-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/08/26//#11239-1219709529-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos3/11239-1219709529-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;dramatic storm outside
the mosquitoes are  crazy


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I was staring at the sky
Just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on
Or something like that

I was having a sweet fix
Of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew
Was a hopeless to be had

But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances were
Approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope
Baby said he couldn't stay put, wouldn't put his lips to mine,
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope

And I said, "Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified
Come on put a little love here in my void"
He said, "It's all in your head"
And I said, "So's everything'" but he didn't get it
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

Hunger hurts, but I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

Oh hunger hurts, but I want him so bad, oh it kills
Because I know that I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving it works, when it costs too much to love"- Paper Bag by Fiona Apple











This could be the very minute
I'm aware I'm alive
All these places feel like home

With a name I'd never chosen
I can make my first steps
As a child of 25

This is the straw, final straw in the
Roof of my mouth as I lie to you
Just because I'm sorry doesn't mean
I didn't enjoy it at the time

You're the only thing that I love
It scares me more every day
On my knees I think clearer

Goodness knows I saw it coming
Or at least I'll claim I did
But in truth I'm lost for words

What have I done it's too late for that
What have I become truth is nothing yet
A simple mistake starts the hardest time
I promise I'll do anything you ask...this time - Choclate by Snow Patrol

all's well at the base of the hill
you might need to fill
a prescription to kill
off the sirens
look down from your tower on high
and take in the night
look her right in the eye
she'll listen

and all the gold dust in her eyes
won't reform into a ring
you had and lost the one thing
you kept in a safe place
remember the face
the girl who had made you her own
and how you left her alone- Star Mile by Joshua Radin

Summer rain, dripping down your face again
Summer rain, praying someone feels the same
Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle
Leave all this misery behind

My love giving me head, feeling very guilty, breaking the bread
Losing my attention, I'm taking the world on
So batten up the hatches, here comes the cold
I can feel it creeping, and it's making me old
You give me so much love that it blows my brains out

Summer rain, dripping down your face again
Summer rain, praying someone feels the same
Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle
Leave all this misery behind- Pain Killer by Turin Brakes

When you came to me with your bad dreams and your fears
It was easy to see you'd been crying
Seems like everywhere you turn catastrophe it reigns
But who really profits from the dying
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever

When you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions
My worried mind that you quiet
Place your hands on my face
Close my eyes and say
That love is a poor man's food
Don't prophesize
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever

So now we see how it is
This fist begets the spear
Weapons of war
Symptoms of madness
Don't let your eyes refuse to see
Don't let your ears refuse to hear
Or you ain't never going to shake this sense of sadness
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold on forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold on forever- Hold You in my arms by Ray LaMontagne


been up all night
staring at you
wondering what's on your mind
i've been this way
with so many before
but this feels like the first time
you want the sunrise
to go back to bed
i want to make you laugh
mess up my bed with me
kick off the covers
i'm waiting
every word you say i think
i should write down
i don't want to forget
come daylight
happy to lay here
just happy to be here
i'm happy to know you
play me a song
your newest one
please leave your taste on my tongue
paperweight on my back
cover me like a blanket
mess up my bed with me
kick off the covers
i'm waiting
every word you say i think
i should write down
i don't to forget
come daylight
and no need to worry
that's wastin time
and no need to wonder
what's been on my mind
it's you
it's you
every word you say i think
i should write down
don't want to forget
come daylight
and i give up
i let you win
you win 'cause i'm not counting
you made it back
to sleep again
wonder what you're dreaming- Paperweight by Joshua Radin

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			<title>b&amp;w-me</title>
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			<published>2008-08-25T16:36:17Z</published>
			<updated>2008-08-25T16:10:31Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/08/25//#11239-1219697269-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos6/11239-1219697269-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/08/25//#11239-1219698112-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos6/11239-1219698112-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;First Pic description:
practicing
i thought about doing this for weeks
i love my back
it didnt turn out how i wanted
but ok i didnt really feel it today  shrug hopefully i'll do better with this concept in the future

Second pic description:
I died from lack of inspiration
or i just felt like laying on the floor and watching the rain fall
it was very calming

Note:
i will be spottily uploading things here and regularly uploading things on my flickr so check both if you want to keep up with my lameness
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			<title>New Hair</title>
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			<published>2008-08-10T00:47:18Z</published>
			<updated>2008-08-10T00:06:25Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/bubbles/2008/08/09//#11239-1218343638-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos8/11239-1218343638-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;ya nothing special and very blurry pic
i promise you a better one soon
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