Friday, March 23, 2012
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-So here you are, two steps ahead and staying on guard
-Every lesson forms a new scar
-They never thought you'd make it this far
-But turn around, oh they've surrounded you
-It's a showdown, and nobody comes to save you now
-But you've got something they don't
-Yeah you've got something they don't
Taylor Swift Eyes Open (Hunger Games soundtrack)
SO when I first first heard this, I wasnt sold. Now, I am. The more I hear it the more I hear it tellin the story. The story IS good. Im not gonna see the movie quite yet, really i want emm to read the books first then we go see it {she probably maybe wont read em though}. Maybe Ill see it when I go to st.george.
My cell phone is on silent. Like always, I am the worst cell phone owner. If i hadda iphone it wouldnt be on silent...cause they have a whistle ringtone option and hello damnyeaa if my phone could whistle i would alwaaaaaaaaaaays wanna hear it. But i dont want an iphone. I want my busted up old old cellphone the cellphone that anna went out and bought for my parents for me while i was out with taylor and his family December 2009. {she was being so sneaky) Yesssssss, two thousand and nine. I like my phone.
I got a new necklace that I probably wont be able to take off ever and never and ever. I love it so bad. Its in fierce competition with my monumental "legend" necklace as topmost favorite. {actually i dont have favorites cause ts says that everythin is my favorite so favorite shouldnt be in my vocabulary) {he's right, mayyyyyyybe i DO love it all..}
This time last year I was runnin' around with taylor doin' who knows what. Maybe we were planning secret trips to bed baath and beyond or goin to snowstorm baseball games(incowboots)maybe i was beggin' him to let me wear his pfs and maybe i was constannnnnnntly askin' for double bubble.. I dunno exactly, but we were smilin' ALOT. All the minutes are flyin because i cannot believe it has been a year since all that.
My momma is makin me die laughin over some texts messages over a LONG awaited subject JB. Not to mention the running club humor, my poor dad. Annnd plus get this, boy did the dishes... can you believe.
IM glad Ive got what I got.
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