tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125464864771868732024-02-06T18:17:51.977-08:00~laura katelaura katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01651150138611789072noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712546486477186873.post-86710411709099760622010-05-25T18:19:00.001-07:002010-05-25T18:26:28.263-07:00LatelyI don't know what's come over me. I think I'm slipping into a minor depression. I've been so down lately. I feel like I'm waiting for something to happen, I'm just not sure what it is yet. I'm lonely. All I really want is just to be held.<br /><br />I've been listening to a lot of Manchester Orchestra lately. It's extremely soothing. I've also been drinking a lot of herbal tea and reading more. I just want a calm environment.<br /><br />Today I was feeling particularly shitty. I actually broke down and cried at lunch. Bethany cheered me up a little bit though. She's sweet. When I got home to get my mind off things, I went on a major cleaning spree. I cleaned EVERYTHING. I dusted, Windexed, vacuumed, cleaned out my closet, cleaned out my drawer, dehumidified, and cleaned my sheets. I also ordered a lovely dress off the Abercrombie & Fitch website. I'll post pictures whenever it comes in the mail.<br /><br />I applied at Andy's yesterday. I really hope they call me back soon. I want to get my makeup kit started asap. <br /><br />This weekend I have to go to Winston Salem. I'm not thrilled about that at all. At least I can work on my tan by the pool. I'm getting quite tan. I may dye my hair brown again this weekend. I hope I can get an appointment somewhere. <br /><br />I have never needed a joint so badly in my life.laura katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01651150138611789072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712546486477186873.post-73213945984209248322010-05-16T14:04:00.000-07:002010-06-26T23:00:14.727-07:00Good WeekendI've had a lot of fun this weekend.<br /><br />So, yesterday, Kyle was supposed to pick me up and we were gonna go to this little shindig. He totally bailed because he wanted to go to the bar. I got my dad's girlfriend to drive me, though. When I got there, Travis, Zach, Stephen, and Marker were already there. Later on, Morgan and her boyfriend showed up, and Shanae did, too. We basically just smoked and chilled around the bonfire the whole time. It was fun though.<br /><br />Today I shopped til I dropped :)<br /><br />Anyways now I'm home wondering how I got this bruise on my knee and preparing to write another 300 word essay I ow Ms Hatch. I always owe her SOMETHING because I act up in that class, lol. <br /><br />I don't want to go to school tomorrow, but at least I'll look cute in my misery, haha.<br /><br />xolaura katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01651150138611789072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712546486477186873.post-29315678196555872562010-04-27T16:51:00.000-07:002010-04-27T17:48:32.120-07:00Rainy Day.Today, I feel a bit melancholy. I miss being a kid. I miss climbing trees with my brother. I miss playing dolls with my sister. I miss birthday parties and I miss when all it took was a kiss from Mama to make everything better. Here just a few things that I used to love:<br /><br />Fairies:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsADAlO3iYxfSp2REaTcMpxG6ktg8QTB3AjBD1AGfRYzKY88jI2xQHvVvmk6-kNF0vZkzZS5S52xx0ILY73Iy105DFCTeMk2sMBj6OpkT4QgW6Xg3bP_L8Z3FtpyIsXHqFzf7bZp97z6o/s1600/fairy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsADAlO3iYxfSp2REaTcMpxG6ktg8QTB3AjBD1AGfRYzKY88jI2xQHvVvmk6-kNF0vZkzZS5S52xx0ILY73Iy105DFCTeMk2sMBj6OpkT4QgW6Xg3bP_L8Z3FtpyIsXHqFzf7bZp97z6o/s320/fairy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464970446176415362" /></a><br /><br />When I lived in Griffin, Georgia, there was a huge old tree in the yard that had a big hole in it. Mama used to put presents in there, things like jewelry and candy, and she would tell me that the fairies had left the presents for me. It was my fairy tree.<br /><br /><br />Goodnight Moon:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXdI9VdrxVec4irxIs_nu6k_Y11JEMxnCAwli4Bl0yz0zmNf7e_aWt812QF1Xm_-j8nMMop5y5GO4xdbn0OB9LQIw3rnQsnkzjc-5TaN4RF3djam-YCmpR7n5JgitWEgfCNTmEiKGZ5w/s1600/goodnight-moon1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXdI9VdrxVec4irxIs_nu6k_Y11JEMxnCAwli4Bl0yz0zmNf7e_aWt812QF1Xm_-j8nMMop5y5GO4xdbn0OB9LQIw3rnQsnkzjc-5TaN4RF3djam-YCmpR7n5JgitWEgfCNTmEiKGZ5w/s320/goodnight-moon1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464972101741457858" /></a><br /><br />Goodnight Moon has always been and always will be my favorite book. Curious George, Corduroy, and Where The Wild Things Are were great, too. I used to read to my mama all the time.<br /><br /><br />Romy and Michele's High School Reunion:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzc9-M6G0mt-NUt_gkTXu1MyOr2u_TrxnZ1MEPIoX2VJWMF5LcUAnE2DW0MH2RtDKRCX9aRlHy8Ej7LZjWsmDKVVrTyk7QPZX4uCJp7Wgo4cOaS6ZbTewW24g8662K9n0uq3dq_h4854/s1600/romy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzc9-M6G0mt-NUt_gkTXu1MyOr2u_TrxnZ1MEPIoX2VJWMF5LcUAnE2DW0MH2RtDKRCX9aRlHy8Ej7LZjWsmDKVVrTyk7QPZX4uCJp7Wgo4cOaS6ZbTewW24g8662K9n0uq3dq_h4854/s320/romy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464973010783681714" /></a><br /><br />When I was little, my mother never allowed me to watch this movie. I was always curious as to why, so I would always pretend to fall asleep in my parents' room in the hopes that they would turn it on. They never did, and am yet to see it. Haha<br /><br /><br />WF:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ETgBM_HtZW653sJl7ax4x4hxoVdlOZyf1VcweheJ16k9d4HY7uzsy7AQow7Ux9bQGkbKC2bxSszhgivVCtHFdQpSdQ2JgQwAFA88wghWiH1Im_jjsqDue4CzZgSn-sPuRUgOI0eUo2w/s1600/wf.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ETgBM_HtZW653sJl7ax4x4hxoVdlOZyf1VcweheJ16k9d4HY7uzsy7AQow7Ux9bQGkbKC2bxSszhgivVCtHFdQpSdQ2JgQwAFA88wghWiH1Im_jjsqDue4CzZgSn-sPuRUgOI0eUo2w/s320/wf.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464973937115185986" /></a><br /><br />My brother and I used to be OBSESSED with WF. Ben, me, and a bunch of kids from our neighborhood used to get together and beat each other up on the trampoline. It probably wasn't very safe at all.. but whatever it was fun!<br /><br /><br />July 4th<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz8A036Z0KqEnXb4OQLpEI4O6Kxtg3TGA0YtSvLWGEVdiciAPEZZAIlnXh2oCGYyi0LI5KIv1e8KIrsX3zrALT2Wi4pdBfAsEfW48ZpiHZDSsOCXmo2GHjB8B4194LlaiGfYK32nY0xB4/s1600/fireworks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz8A036Z0KqEnXb4OQLpEI4O6Kxtg3TGA0YtSvLWGEVdiciAPEZZAIlnXh2oCGYyi0LI5KIv1e8KIrsX3zrALT2Wi4pdBfAsEfW48ZpiHZDSsOCXmo2GHjB8B4194LlaiGfYK32nY0xB4/s320/fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464975538705196594" /></a><br /><br />We used to always make a big deal about Independence Day. Mama would always take us to Old Navy to get one of those dorky T shirts with a picture of the American Flag on it. When it was time for fireworks, we'd get watermelon, hot dogs, chips, and a big blanket and have a great time. Mama used to tell me that all the sparks from the fireworks were fairies being born.<br /><br /><br />Hairbows:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDDKuMyKGplb8HUiLPrak-4bmfwDkgn7ok_EB14YY0pn7_lhUG3U3W3oWTyG9qSVER5WX3eSulPY-FxT_B54qptaSqYDYhobUkGZ3RxHh8hSF2xMGZBTZkjjVzg-vlVgKiX24HPcF0UE/s1600/bows.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDDKuMyKGplb8HUiLPrak-4bmfwDkgn7ok_EB14YY0pn7_lhUG3U3W3oWTyG9qSVER5WX3eSulPY-FxT_B54qptaSqYDYhobUkGZ3RxHh8hSF2xMGZBTZkjjVzg-vlVgKiX24HPcF0UE/s320/bows.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464976547478978434" /></a><br /><br />My mother ALWAYS dressed my brother, sister, and me like little dolls. Kayleigh and I both had to wear a big, huge bow every day. I always hated it and pulled them out, but Kayleigh LOVED them. She still does. <br /><br /><br />Barbie:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKFVDFLckYgEtMc5loGJLqQbu8FOfqRC6Yw3i1zepeTetQ10z448Sorx2sB2-2TE0VbSiJ7FCgEU1lo1kouPn8cWNTn7IegAkjCqwOT1pE8wzH_eyCb8TEot35jkg2y7MdP1IwB3KsocI/s1600/teacher.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKFVDFLckYgEtMc5loGJLqQbu8FOfqRC6Yw3i1zepeTetQ10z448Sorx2sB2-2TE0VbSiJ7FCgEU1lo1kouPn8cWNTn7IegAkjCqwOT1pE8wzH_eyCb8TEot35jkg2y7MdP1IwB3KsocI/s320/teacher.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464977223605406050" /></a><br /><br />I've got about a million Barbies and so does Kayleigh. I sure loved Barbies. Teacher Barbie is particularly special, though. When I turned 3 years old, all I wanted was this doll. My parents didn't have a lot of money. My step dad, Merritt, has always spoiled me. Kayleigh and I are both his little pets. Anyhow, Merritt brought home this Barbie for me. I was sooo happy :)<br /><br /><br />Jackson Browne:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQYToS1Z10uZ-53dCSOClWFPOomjbhYGD3Ck0TMNqcpVbe4N7SdmRqbhGJhmYYdRTYaMgIW2ovCP1nnVCYqmtMzhb0_I_g4ogfoQoFokRUG8bFUZSndchDs9_k1P5BUjWpjqGrlQQuNsE/s1600/jackson_browne_disco.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQYToS1Z10uZ-53dCSOClWFPOomjbhYGD3Ck0TMNqcpVbe4N7SdmRqbhGJhmYYdRTYaMgIW2ovCP1nnVCYqmtMzhb0_I_g4ogfoQoFokRUG8bFUZSndchDs9_k1P5BUjWpjqGrlQQuNsE/s320/jackson_browne_disco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464978078379138050" /></a><br /><br />I have grown up listening to Jackson Browne. His music reminds me of my childhood. His songs never get old, and he has a song for everything. My iPod is crammed with his music. (Well, i don't know about now, since I can't seem to find it...) I think Merritt is the one who really introduced Jackson Browne to the family, and it's something we all really love. Just like Godiva pumpkin pie truffles, also thanks to Merritt.<br /><br /><br />Gone With the Wind:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ibKEznfRGHqCZoHpwW1bOHWyiqwGBqMNvAwpY2TrAe_2DP7YRqbAlur93BYHn4IgG01_p0XWOPj3WwJ7iCCvCaMcjGOxtul2ctZfgkjtF_2zhR-xxpxNQN93Ut9zeLbj8z70H8Zf4f4/s1600/gonew.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ibKEznfRGHqCZoHpwW1bOHWyiqwGBqMNvAwpY2TrAe_2DP7YRqbAlur93BYHn4IgG01_p0XWOPj3WwJ7iCCvCaMcjGOxtul2ctZfgkjtF_2zhR-xxpxNQN93Ut9zeLbj8z70H8Zf4f4/s320/gonew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464979141031266002" /></a><br /><br />Gone With the Wind has always been a part of my family. It's my mama's favorite book and movie, and mine too. Well, scratch that, Breakfast at Tiffany's is my favorite, but Gone With the Wind is definitely up there. Sometimes I'll read a random selection from the book and it reminds me so fiercely of my mama and being a little girl, I could cry.<br /><br /><br />AMERICA:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhQo9eYwC-vEwXgKXATI0Lks2uHhM_hynqv9nECGgKRnFaZoatz0Pu2_AQ3Q3uQSPKazpE6CTNUhTmFYwb9buT8evoyQTX54dEjexLaK1zi_5fpW-n-dsmyxUbwrbhLZZ5ZaHAY2mMEM/s1600/america.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhQo9eYwC-vEwXgKXATI0Lks2uHhM_hynqv9nECGgKRnFaZoatz0Pu2_AQ3Q3uQSPKazpE6CTNUhTmFYwb9buT8evoyQTX54dEjexLaK1zi_5fpW-n-dsmyxUbwrbhLZZ5ZaHAY2mMEM/s320/america.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464980385105855970" /></a><br /><br />I am a proud Army brat and I have lived all over this country. I love traveling and I am very thankful for all of the places I have seen. I've lived everywhere from Georgia to Washington State. Mama and Merritt always made sure to take us EVERYWHERE and show us every last site so that we could say we've been there.<br /><br /><br />Slurpee:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9c4YYE41b1DWQPUEEE_KirgDw9BTPiza1-vcscFg259HUHbnwycyc457t6ghAkzTrxr8IOoHImCfk3KidmdN9lQHqiu6O-aHM3ZA8_BR5sTYU-DxFOCCFgnDlGgLgsMlhyBx_8DYkSDw/s1600/slurpee-web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9c4YYE41b1DWQPUEEE_KirgDw9BTPiza1-vcscFg259HUHbnwycyc457t6ghAkzTrxr8IOoHImCfk3KidmdN9lQHqiu6O-aHM3ZA8_BR5sTYU-DxFOCCFgnDlGgLgsMlhyBx_8DYkSDw/s320/slurpee-web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464983709682449346" /></a><br /><br />You know that looks yummy. When I was about 5 and Ben was 7 (Kayleigh was just a bebe), we lived around the corner from the 7-11. We used to always walk up there and mix every single slurpee flavor. It was dee-licious!<br /><br /><br />Gardens:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9MP3BiMAsOlYnQ2jL1vm7hOVjezBB7kHeX7Ar7N_MeaPyTFyWUkhvkSB0f16lJzPuEW8G6RStsMl4QOw2bUTl6QHA5k8rgJBXWN-vGKd6gw3yMgpMXIa7X7NY2lkM0gOSKS6UaS98tM/s1600/gardens.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9MP3BiMAsOlYnQ2jL1vm7hOVjezBB7kHeX7Ar7N_MeaPyTFyWUkhvkSB0f16lJzPuEW8G6RStsMl4QOw2bUTl6QHA5k8rgJBXWN-vGKd6gw3yMgpMXIa7X7NY2lkM0gOSKS6UaS98tM/s320/gardens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464982347476887490" /></a><br /><br />I've always loved gardens. When I was little, I would always find flowerbeds to play in. I just think there's something very magical about gardens, cheesy as it sounds.<br /><br /><br />Fiddle-dee-dee! I miss being a little girl. I hope ya'll enjoyed that lovely little bit of my history.<br /><br />xolaura katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01651150138611789072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712546486477186873.post-67448921486267578092010-04-12T18:24:00.000-07:002010-06-26T23:01:04.215-07:00Things That Inspire Me.I get inspired easily :)<br /><br /><br />Postcard and other tourist-y things of that nature to do this summer haha:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4XOo2hLpRg2O7l7GaULNBeG1mWNfhfVPG_UTBYxH2-CQFmjn2WVE2DYsbKq8HhWuHZ_2eNHndtsk8vhiVbnlkqyhpSuOVUuNzlj_qNr4hLDOqYze37iCzdOA9RmT7a1k8z7u6uNa_7Ic/s1600/postvard.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4XOo2hLpRg2O7l7GaULNBeG1mWNfhfVPG_UTBYxH2-CQFmjn2WVE2DYsbKq8HhWuHZ_2eNHndtsk8vhiVbnlkqyhpSuOVUuNzlj_qNr4hLDOqYze37iCzdOA9RmT7a1k8z7u6uNa_7Ic/s320/postvard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459432209873646530" /></a><br /><br />Scrapbooking. I used to do it when I was younger, but haven't really done anything lately. After this wonderful summer, I plan on making a great scrapbook for Aaron.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHnqc8_4hUuhfQ_1SkoeBveyqSQKzN9zNVsgemThreJrzYG3LmYkCtnpbD4fdl4ZvXE2zSAxeaZsfHaxNKgI8uwvnr9LY_JamN43lQy-75vgMEtd0dnBzxi7mOKQ8cHqi0jWMAJ0A6us4/s1600/scrapbook.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHnqc8_4hUuhfQ_1SkoeBveyqSQKzN9zNVsgemThreJrzYG3LmYkCtnpbD4fdl4ZvXE2zSAxeaZsfHaxNKgI8uwvnr9LY_JamN43lQy-75vgMEtd0dnBzxi7mOKQ8cHqi0jWMAJ0A6us4/s320/scrapbook.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459431474994846178" /></a><br /><br />Summer-y makeup. I just love that glow she has & her lip color too:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHSnnYaajnE-ZlPvNhDYv9AkIladCpc2DmrowZMs8kB7SWmkVvF65ax-skQvmzCEUKYTlrUfED9VIrMIQTb74ceSnxpUOQA30boDJm6ANQwG9Zqvk_houVEguTTfk2JcIZUvXsSBiosk/s1600/summertime.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHSnnYaajnE-ZlPvNhDYv9AkIladCpc2DmrowZMs8kB7SWmkVvF65ax-skQvmzCEUKYTlrUfED9VIrMIQTb74ceSnxpUOQA30boDJm6ANQwG9Zqvk_houVEguTTfk2JcIZUvXsSBiosk/s320/summertime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459431028574472962" /></a><br /><br />Gauges. I'm going to get them this summer. I want solid white ones. Like half inches. I'm not sure what the correct size term is for that:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDEQu7h3ztERbVahKtntl6xonXKlIMBJEgkjx2-TxVTP0zG_ohjol2myK91xMMVGOfWsADMc489vy126wkJlyyoHAdhMRPbOnsrqcWggGHTqwVMbr9zVx1rbxjK5hg_8IR0cQCGZts5AQ/s1600/gauges.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDEQu7h3ztERbVahKtntl6xonXKlIMBJEgkjx2-TxVTP0zG_ohjol2myK91xMMVGOfWsADMc489vy126wkJlyyoHAdhMRPbOnsrqcWggGHTqwVMbr9zVx1rbxjK5hg_8IR0cQCGZts5AQ/s320/gauges.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459430408760514754" /></a><br /><br />CHEST PIECES! I want one so bad. I'm getting one THE DAY I turn 18! I'm still not sure what I'd like it to say, but I've got a year and a half to figure it out:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBsZ7oNh0ALVCD4C1GX-P3SgqIZIj7NkOcUU3vmNi_nJ7kSAFyfNT7YNh2FxaSA9zG7yadPdZjorypox8_Iz7VsI_0kZYyFVfiw2_oTYSW78a30IByvwnWC4JpnA8o3JTUU9MY4UHKn6M/s1600/chestpiece.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBsZ7oNh0ALVCD4C1GX-P3SgqIZIj7NkOcUU3vmNi_nJ7kSAFyfNT7YNh2FxaSA9zG7yadPdZjorypox8_Iz7VsI_0kZYyFVfiw2_oTYSW78a30IByvwnWC4JpnA8o3JTUU9MY4UHKn6M/s320/chestpiece.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459429663718610914" /></a><br /><br />These dresses from Forever 21. I WILL own them by Sunday. Well, at least the blue one anyway. I'm still not sure about the other:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPknuGAPpTGhne5zAR3QU1v4umwRvCtSV8nFMVyQFoRgxyN7lMvvilbFICPe3_UCnH_1ABw3Hybxy7UA7beFDa6iGXnnHWl-F0rqs7YFJTz4FcZr7-9onHCmycZzZYlQ5kPDaTxE8BkdQ/s1600/dressy2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPknuGAPpTGhne5zAR3QU1v4umwRvCtSV8nFMVyQFoRgxyN7lMvvilbFICPe3_UCnH_1ABw3Hybxy7UA7beFDa6iGXnnHWl-F0rqs7YFJTz4FcZr7-9onHCmycZzZYlQ5kPDaTxE8BkdQ/s320/dressy2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459428788987020690" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnbwFzf7zEh46t5jJPDATGYdtpYz1rw9NPVC7vEZPl2ZEtaPJ3yAkRIJU_zN1F_kWJTas43fAK01Cye9QFfavI5obzsQPlO6YI9xLGmrs71UW0vCKkcfRXfNaEvUgLB4CAxc5Cblj5rs/s1600/dressy1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnbwFzf7zEh46t5jJPDATGYdtpYz1rw9NPVC7vEZPl2ZEtaPJ3yAkRIJU_zN1F_kWJTas43fAK01Cye9QFfavI5obzsQPlO6YI9xLGmrs71UW0vCKkcfRXfNaEvUgLB4CAxc5Cblj5rs/s320/dressy1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459428784521567922" /></a><br /><br /><br />EVERYTHING about this photo. The vintage, the beach, the summer. I can't wait for summer:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLAtTWDJhDAfyA2NYG0tCdmRhlHQ8kZIEaOXNFirzocNkpKtM85j0O3YMzoixUPF0TvfI0sIFQyvvgmDWJznW33K1EDokAl7pge9LkVwEH3icoEXqiPtkYWw8AMU48GVGFJsSl_9ELGw/s1600/vintagebeach.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLAtTWDJhDAfyA2NYG0tCdmRhlHQ8kZIEaOXNFirzocNkpKtM85j0O3YMzoixUPF0TvfI0sIFQyvvgmDWJznW33K1EDokAl7pge9LkVwEH3icoEXqiPtkYWw8AMU48GVGFJsSl_9ELGw/s320/vintagebeach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459427957757394818" /></a><br /><br />Uh, hello adorable room. I don't care if this is a child's room, I love it:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNltwHDnUFNCa2hIheamsXbeFChyphenhyphen_3JJ2nKd9jgBvp1Js0v8Z_9SQ32uCHuRkl-1zXQRv2PmMp-Z7McRx68glHGsyiv_krgMLYmzXhKQAloJBchD3ukAriREOx34xq2MHzqrBtURucpFs/s1600/kidsroom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNltwHDnUFNCa2hIheamsXbeFChyphenhyphen_3JJ2nKd9jgBvp1Js0v8Z_9SQ32uCHuRkl-1zXQRv2PmMp-Z7McRx68glHGsyiv_krgMLYmzXhKQAloJBchD3ukAriREOx34xq2MHzqrBtURucpFs/s320/kidsroom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459427127684866418" /></a>laura katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01651150138611789072noreply@blogger.com0