tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9539788167066099482024-03-13T02:20:25.686-06:00Simply Jane (+1)simply janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07381918545223207884noreply@blogger.comBlogger378125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953978816706609948.post-22915921209763376942015-04-13T21:47:00.000-06:002015-04-13T21:47:08.989-06:00NEW URL. Hello blog friends. I have moved to a new URL and a new blog. You can find me at<br />
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I will be closing this blog (if I remember) in the next few weeks.<br />
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I am sad as I will most likely be losing at least a hundred followers, but for many many reasons, it's time to say goodbye to Simply Jane . Thanks! :)simply janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07381918545223207884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953978816706609948.post-12416621513707669752014-08-15T16:40:00.002-06:002014-08-15T16:40:28.111-06:00(plus one)<div style="text-align: center;">
One of the biggest changes that has occurred in my life since the blog abandon, is marriage! Seems like it would have been a wonderful time in my life to keep records of daily happenings, but I did not. Better late than never. I want to introduce my plus one. He has been mentioned here a time or two I believe..</div>
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Meet my permanent plus one.</div>
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Husband Cody.</div>
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I met Cody through a mutual friend.. to make a long story short, which I will probably maybe not ever but possibly explain someday. After a series of ups and downs and twists and turns and learning languages and moving to the ocean and making mistakes and graduating college, we found each other again, fell in love, and on December 14, 2013, we were married. Marriage has not always been easy, but it has been the best decision I ever made. I have learned a thing or two about Cody since marrying him, that I certainly did not know before.<br />
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<i>Since being married, I have learned: </i><br />
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He doesn't like ice in his water.<br />
His mood is the worst when he is hungry.<br />
He is really good at letting me pick the music in the car, except when I pick broadway music.<br />
He doesn't like when I fall asleep during movies, which happens 95% of the time.<br />
He gives excellent foot massages.<br />
There are more hours of baseball in a day, than there are hours in a day, and he could watch every hour.<br />
He is usually pretty good at putting the toilet seat down. I have only been surprised twice during the night by almost falling in the toilet. That's pretty good for eight months of marriage.<br />
Cody does not like musicals, but loves me enough to watch them anyway.. sometimes. =)<br />
He likes to keep our DVDs organized by genre.<br />
Cody likes the sheets tucked in at the bottom of the bed. I do not.<br />
If I tell Cody to turn off the alarm in the morning, it is my fault when he does and my fault when we sleep in.<br />
He prefers to drive in silence.<br />
He likes budgeting, which is great because I hate making budgets.<br />
He balances out my spending habits with his saving habits, and together we have both pulled each other a little toward the middle.<br />
He wouldn't mind eating pizza every single night of the week.<br />
He is good at pushing me to exercise, and patient when I complain.<br />
He is super grossed out by tampons, except when he is having a terrible nosebleed, which happens quite a lot.<br />
He washes the car excessively.<br />
He is a button pusher, and thinks it's soooo funny. (I think I knew this one before we got married)<br />
He laughs when I get upset, but then holds me and dries my tears when he realizes I am REALLY upset.<br />
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There are just so many other things I've learned about this boy since he became my husband. I love him a little more every day, even when I don't like him, and that's how I know it's love. I love you Cody. Thanks for putting up with a little twerp like me!<br />
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<br />simply janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07381918545223207884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953978816706609948.post-37276422775422173392014-08-11T20:53:00.001-06:002014-08-11T20:54:36.725-06:00blogger cobwebs.<div style="text-align: center;">
Once upon a time a seventeen year old girl named Jane blogged about the things closest to her seventeen year old girl heart. So that means boys and break ups mostly. Because that's just what seventeen year old girls hearts seem to be alllll about. She got a little bit older, but mostly still blogged about the same things. Eventually, she turned twenty-two. It must have been close to the day of her birthday when, when she realized that she had borne her soul into the mysterious abyss known as cyberspace, became extremely humiliated about the words written, and changed her blog to private and vowed to delete every post that had been posted, because, well, she had changed. </div>
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Okay I'm tired of writing in third person. It's hurting my head. That's how long it's been since I've been writing. (sidenote: also... I had to look up the difference between first and third person just to be sure I had them right and I feel that I have failed as writer, and perhaps as a human being. I had it right just for the record.)</div>
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Honestly, I look back at some of the things I have written here and quite frankly, I die a little bit inside. I really wanted to delete this whole thing and start from scratch. But then I look at my 177 faithful followers who probably aren't faithful but just don't know they are following me and a little part of me can't give them up. I debated deleting all 409 posts so they would be hidden deep in the archives of the past where only internet hackers could reach. But I just haven't been able to do it. Alas, here I am, leaving things as they are. I suppose thats okay, because I said those things and heaven knows I meant them. Truth is, I miss this little corner of the world wide web, and I'm ready to sweep up the dust bunnies, clear the cobwebs, and begin again. I am back, only now I'm Simply Jane (+1).</div>
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I'm a married woman now.</div>
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This is my boyfriend.</div>
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It's Cody. =)</div>
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He makes me laugh and he is my best friend.</div>
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We have been dating {again} for three months and five days.</div>
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and it makes me grumpy because I don't get to see him, and he sometimes doesn't even have cell phone coverage.</div>
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<br />simply janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07381918545223207884noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953978816706609948.post-73327944191045130672013-06-22T16:59:00.001-06:002013-06-22T16:59:12.588-06:00I only blog when I'm sad.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Okay that title was a bit dramatic. It's all good. But really, if I look at the course of my life paralleled with the course of my blog, and it's pretty obvious. When I'm happy and things are good and right and perfect in life, I pretty much vanish. Then BAM. I'm back... and it's always when something isn't quite right...<br />
I've learned that life only goes the way I want it to when I don't acknowledge that it's the way I want it to go. Now, that might not make ANY sense to anyone else, but it does to me. Honestly. Things have only ever fallen into place for me when I don't expect them to, don't care if they do, or just haven't even thought about things enough to know how I want them to be. It's when I think I have life figured out, think I know what I want, and actually believe I can reach out and take hold it.. that's when I have to be careful.<br />
So.. I'm just going to make everything clear, just to be careful.<br />
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No, I'm not engaged!! And I won't be any time soon! And yes people ask me that numerous times a day. So feel free to pass that info along to everyone who is curious. Kay thanks.<br />
I don't know where I'm going in the fall.<br />
I don't know where I will be working or living.<br />
I don't know if I'm going back to school someday.<br />
I don't have any job prospects as a hygienist. None. Zero. Zip.<br />
I don't know where I see my life five years down the road.<br />
I'm really not even sure what I'm going to do for the long weekend.<br />
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And I'm just not even going to worry about any of it.. because thats when things just seem to work out best for me. =)<br />
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First of all.. an apology for all of these:</div>
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I write my NDHBE in five days.</div>
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National Dental Hygiene Board Examination.</div>
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That is pretty much the biggest test I have ever written, or will ever write.</div>
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Yes, this trumps my English 30-1 diploma... by a lot.</div>
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Pretty much I'm a tiny bit stressed about it.</div>
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So are my roomies. We all handle stress so differently. It's kind of humorous.</div>
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Let's just say our emotions are all running pretty high these days. It will be so nice to get this test over with so we can all be functional human beings again. </div>
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Hmmm while I'm thinking about it... just a brief apology to anyone who has had to deal with me and my unpredictable emotions over the past couple weeks. I promise I'm not always like this.</div>
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My sleeping habits are terrible. Terrible.</div>
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And they have been for about two weeks now.</div>
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I'm so surprised I'm not deathly ill by now. </div>
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But life is so good. The weather has been warming up a tiny bit. Texas is lovely. I have the sweetest roommates. And my best friend is back from the dead. Oh and by dead I just mean Puerto Rico.</div>
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And it's like he never even left. Except now he speaks Spanish. It's pretty cool.</div>
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I haven't seen him in real life yet because I live in Texas and he lives at home. But that's fine, for now.</div>
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Have I ever mentioned how proud I am of him?</div>
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I am. </div>
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He's changed like a million percent, but at the same time.. not at all. </div>
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I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable by getting emotional so I'll stop now. =)</div>
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I also really need a hair cut. I don't think I have ever neglected my hair so much in my whole life. </div>
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Amber if you ever read this.. please don't judge my split ends. I'll take care of it someday.. promise.</div>
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Life is not perfect. </div>
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I don't think life ever really is entirely perfect. </div>
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But it certainly is <i>wonderful</i>, and I'm not sure I have ever been happier. </div>
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And I have a feeling it's just going to get better.</div>
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Bam. </div>
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Just like that. </div>
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He will have been gone for exactly 749 days.</div>
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That is a <u>lot</u> of days.</div>
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"Already? That went so fast!"</div>
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Okay it kind of went really fast I guess. Kind of slow sometimes though? </div>
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Nope. I think it feels exactly like two years.</div>
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Cody and I wrote lots of letters for a long time. He's still my best friend I think.</div>
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But it has certainly been a while hasn't it?...</div>
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We have both changed a million percent, which is what was expected.</div>
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But I know I'm still me. And I'm pretty sure he is still him.</div>
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So I might not even see him until like April or May.</div>
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But thats besides the point. </div>
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He is going to be reunited with his family, and that is what is most important.</div>
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I am so excited for them to get their brother/son/grandson/cousin/nephew back!</div>
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And the craziest thing is I could just like, text him if I wanted to.</div>
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Can I just say I have never been more proud of him? </div>
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Dearest Cody.. happy last three days in Puerto Rico! </div>
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simply janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07381918545223207884noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953978816706609948.post-15821846609215365292013-02-06T20:34:00.003-07:002013-02-06T20:35:09.557-07:00i'm a sicky.So you know that feeling when you have a headache and every noise or light or movement makes you want to die because you think your head is going to explode? Its the worst right? Well it's not. I have found something worse.<br />
I have a body headache. Yep. Every muscle in my body is sore all the way from my eyebrows to my baby toe. Not just a sore-muscle ache, but like a.. I-feel-like-I'm-going-to-die ache.<br />
Am I whining? Yep.<br />
My entire body feels sensitive to sounds and light and movement. I swear whenever I hear a car drive by my knees hurt. Whenever the light turns on I think my back is going to break. No word of a lie. On top of that, my head hurts more than usual.<br />
Throw in a sore throat and a fever just as a cherry on the cake.<br />
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I haven't had a fever since I was eleven I don't think. It's great though because at home, my mom would never let me bundle up in blankets when I had a fever in attempts to cool my body temperature down. Ha. I slept with seven blankets last night. I'm not even mad and she doesn't even know. Take over, fever because I'm FREEZING!<br />
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My blog fast is over.<br />
My facebook fast has begun.<br />
That is all for now.<br />
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Sometimes I do this thing where I randomly stay up until three am.</div>
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No real reason I do this.</div>
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I'm actually quite tired.</div>
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These are some of my scattered thoughts today.</div>
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I like skype, but apparently not as much as my roomies do.</div>
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I want it to snow here. I'm in the Christmas spirit.</div>
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It's still eight degrees every day and I wear shorts though so I don't think snow is in the books.</div>
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No bueno.</div>
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It bothers me when people think I'm dumb.</div>
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Sometimes I am dumb though, but you can stop thinking it, thanks.</div>
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I like aprons.</div>
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I suddenly feel horrible for all the times I ditched my friends for my boyfriend in the past.</div>
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It's something everyone experiences I suppose.. </div>
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but I sure liked it better when my roomies were single.</div>
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Sorry friends. Sorry for being lame sometimes.</div>
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I'm so happy I'm Canadian. Canada is lovely.</div>
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Do you know what else is lovely? New socks.</div>
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I hate finding a clothing article I like only to look at the price tag and realize how expensive it is.</div>
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I've stopped looking at price tags. Problem solved.</div>
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I like cookie dough better without chocolate chips.</div>
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I like cookie dough better than cookies.</div>
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I finally bought a chair for my room and I'm so happy.</div>
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I'm sitting in my chair right now.</div>
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I have a fetish for soft shirts. You know the ones with the material so light and thin and cozy that it makes you want to cuddle up. Yeah. I can't say no to a cozy shirt.</div>
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Boys are pigs, but you know what? Girls can be too. It goes both ways.</div>
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We need to all sort out our priorities.</div>
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I want a swing in my room. Or a hammock. I would make such good use of either of those.</div>
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Sometimes I think it's funny when people think I'm clueless about things but really I'm not.</div>
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I want to go sledding.</div>
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I don't believe in internet dating. Long distance, yes. Internet dating, no. </div>
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I also do not like how many people get divorced. It makes me sad.</div>
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It makes me very hesitant about getting married in general.</div>
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Good thing I'm single. haha.</div>
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I really like being single I think. Life is all about me. </div>
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I'm numero uno. </div>
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I didn't mean for that to sound so selfish, it's just nice to have some time to figure myself out, ya know?</div>
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Not be defined by another person.</div>
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I like saying numero uno and numero dos. </div>
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Sometimes I find ways I can sneak it into conversations.</div>
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Joshua Radin is my go-to music.</div>
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I love all of his music.</div>
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I want to buy some twinkle lights for my already cozy bedroom.</div>
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And I want to put the word dream on the wall.</div>
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Not that I need a reminder or anything. </div>
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Speaking of dreams, have I ever mentioned how I have the most vivid dreams regularly?</div>
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Yeah. I'm a dreamer.</div>
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But really, doesn't this look fabulously cozy?</div>
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I think I've learned patience pretty good over the past few years... I'm not saying I'm Queen Patience, by all means. Sometimes I am pretty sure I am less patient than I was when I was a toddler. Anyway, since Cody has been gone, I haven't known for sure when he is coming home. Just an estimation. And that has been fine. But now.. I'm going a bit crazy. You see, there are three potential dates for him to come home. He has said he might come home February 14th, March 1st, or March 22nd. Those dates might seem close to each other when in the scheme of things he has been gone for two years so whats another couple weeks here and there, but seriously? I'm going crazy. I have three countdowns.</div>
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95 days.</div>
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110 days.</div>
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131 days.</div>
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.. that 95 days is sure making me excited. It's such a tease. And when it was at 131 days, it was still making me excited. But now seeing a 95 days next to a 131 days, I am not sure I have ever felt more depressed about 131 days in my life. </div>
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I am pretty sure he is doing this just to be a trickster. He's just going to show up at home one day. "Surprise! I'm home!"</div>
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Not cool. </div>
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Scratch that... That would be freaking amazing. Now I not only have my hopes up for 95 days but my hopes are up for him showing up randomly unexpectedly. Like January. Or next week. Which isn't going to happen.</div>
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I guess in all reality, it isn't going to make a huge difference which of those days he comes home, because I live in Texas until April 22 anyway. </div>
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So now that I've complained about not knowing when Cody is coming home for long enough, I am going to take a moment here to celebrate the fact that I graduate so soon. And Cody is coming home so soon. Regardless of the fact that it is either 95 days or 110 days or 131 days, its not 700. or 600.. or even 200. </div>
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Now, disregarding all of that. I took this lovely photo on October 12th. The day I skyped Justin Bieber. Okay so not really. But kind of. That is the day that my lovely best friend Steph skyped me from a Justin Bieber concert. That glowing blob in the middle of the screen is in fact Justin Bieber, in the flesh kind of. As you can see, I'm not excited about it at all.</div>
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I miss my best friend.</div>
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It's been <b>lovely</b> to have time to grow and learn about myself and become independent.</div>
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It's been lovely to be able to simply be <b>me</b>, and to work on becoming the person I want to become.</div>
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It's been lovely to be able to be in school without <s>the distraction of</s> a boyfriend that I want to be with all the time.. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(I'm quite terrible at prioritizing when it comes to that sort of thing..)</span></div>
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It's been lovely to have someone to miss <i>so much</i></div>
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someone to write letters to and someone who writes me back just as much, sometimes more</div>
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It's been lovely to live in this middle place where the future is <b>so</b> unknown</div>
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where nothing is <u>really</u> for sure</div>
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but I'm ready to stop this now.</div>
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I'm ready for these last few months to be finished.</div>
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I'm ready for a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">big hug.</span> </div>
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I'm ready to sing at the top of my lungs all of the songs I used to sing</div>
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I'm ready to really smile again and<b> mean it</b></div>
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<b>I'm ready</b> for movie nights and airsoft wars.</div>
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I'm ready to have someone say goodnight to me and someone to listen to my ranting</div>
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I'm ready for someone to laugh with me when I'm being ridiculous</div>
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for someone to <i>make me laugh</i> when I'm sad</div>
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I'm ready for Sunday naps and late night conversations</div>
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I'm ready for my heart to <b><u>stop hurting</u></b></div>
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and I'm ready to <i>never</i> have to say goodbye, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ever again.</span></div>
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I almost went with them. Almost. They've been planning this trip for a couple weeks and they have been trying to convince me.<br />
They came quite close, here and there.<br />
I'm a fan of road trips and such. I love spontaneous things.<br />
And let me tell you, this was tempting.<br />
You see, my sister and her husband live in Utah, two of my best friends live in Utah, my mom and brother are going to visit this weekend there, and my other best friend is going to Utah too. Everyone is going to Utah.<br />
We saints sure know how to gather.<br />
Except for me I guess.<br />
I simply just didn't want to go.<br />
Maybe it was the fact that I didn't want to drive for 27 hours.. x2<br />
Or maybe it was because I still haven't quite recovered from my trek from Canada to Texas last January...<br />
Or maybe I just want to hide in Texas a little bit longer..<br />
Or maybe I just simply felt like having the weekend to myself.<br />
Whatever the reason is, I find myself alone in my apartment and let me tell you, I am happy as a clam.<br />
I could definitely live alone. I love my room mates. Let me make sure that's clear. They are the best. But I'm just throwing this out there.. I'm kind of a loner sometimes and I kind of like it that way.<br />
I haven't said any words for hours now and I just really like that.<br />
Is it weird that my thoughts keep me plenty company?<br />
No, I don't hear voices. But I sure do think a lot.<br />
So far, I have read a book, suntanned at the pool, watched ten episodes of Gilmore Girls, painted my toenails and my fingernails, took two naps, and ate pizza, twice.<br />
I'm not even going crazy being alone. Not even a little bit.<br />
I still have Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and half of Tuesday until they come back.<br />
So much time.<br />
Tomorrow I'm having a candlelit bubble bath and going shopping I think.<br />
I might make a cake but just eat the batter and not bake it. I'm not sure. That may be pushing it.<br />
Who am I kidding. That sounds awesome right now.<br />
Well, that's all right now. Hope everyone else's weekends are as positively wonderful as mine.<br />
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<b>I'm happy</b></div>
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<i>[because] </i>I get to go home again in two and a half months. Maybe sooner. Maybe?</div>
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<i>[because] </i>I'm graduating in seven months. Say whaaa?</div>
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<i>[because] </i>I have the best roomies ever. Honestly, I don't know how I got so lucky.</div>
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<i>[because] </i>I'm going to New York in May to fulfill a lifelong dream of singing in Carnegie Hall. FACT.</div>
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<i>[because] </i>mine, Sarah's, and Bailey's mattresses have all been in the living room for almost three weeks now. Best.Decsion.Ever.</div>
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<i>[because] </i>someone loves me even when I make stupid mistakes. Which happens a lot.</div>
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<i>[because] </i>I have so many wonderful years ahead of me to do so many wonderful things. I think the best is yet to come. =)</div>
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<i>[because] </i>this semester isn't so bad. It isn't so bad at all. </div>
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<i>[because] </i>I <u>finally</u> like vegetables.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Except tomatoes. Never.)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>[because] </i>I have the best friends. <b>Ever</b>. Karlee, Steph, Kate, and Michelle. Honestly, days and days and days go by and we are all living our separate lives but I love each of these girls with all my heart and I would do anything for them if they asked me to, and I think they feel the same.</span></span></div>
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<i>[because] </i>my school just decided to give me and my roomies all $2500 for a scholarship. I'm so glad that my roomies make sure I study sometimes.</div>
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<i>[because] </i>I'm a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. And every single time I make mistakes... Every single time I mess up and get lost, Every.Single.Time. God is there, welcoming me back with open arms. I am so so lucky to have the knowledge that I have of the gospel of Jesus Christ. </div>
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<i>[because] </i>Texas has been good to me. I live in a darling little apartment with wonderful roomies and have the best instructors and am in an amazing educational program helping me get an amazing career and a wonderful little Texas family whom I love with my whole heart. I have a cozy bed and the sun shines even when it's cloudy.</div>
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<i>[because] </i>I'm healthy. I am lucky to be as healthy as I am.</div>
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<i>[because] </i>happiest girls are the prettiest girls.</div>
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<i>[because] </i>being happy is so much more rewarding than being sad.</div>
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Well, summer has left me. It came and went quickly. Some days were perfect. Some days I regret. There are words I wish I would have said and words I wish I wouldn't have. There are things I wish I wouldn't have done, and other things I wish I would have...</div>
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it's time to let summer 2012 rest in peace. </div>
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With that, I think it's time to take a bit of a break. </div>
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With some wise wise words from my lovely friend Karlee, I've decided to simplify things in life. Sure, my life wasn't overly complicated before...</div>
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but I am still taking some <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">me</span> time.</div>
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Karlee Rae told me to focus on me. </div>
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Focus on making my life what I want it to be and also focus on becoming who I want to become.</div>
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I really love her for telling me that. </div>
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I feel like I've tried doing that before and sometimes I feel like I figure it out. </div>
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Apparently not.</div>
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Truth is, I still just don't really know who I am. I change my mind about things every day. </div>
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I'm scared of commitment and decision making.</div>
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I'm scared of honesty.</div>
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I'm more scared of dishonesty.</div>
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I'm scared of the future and unfortunately, I'm still scared of my past.</div>
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And mostly, I'm scared to death of getting hurt.</div>
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So, I'm just going to take a little break from planning and dwelling and wondering and pondering and just kind of let myself breathe a little bit and have a little faith that things willlll in fact happen the way they are supposed to. My heart hurts a little bit, but it will be okay someday. =)</div>
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Being home has been quite a treat. </div>
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Southern Alberta has treated me well.</div>
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Quite well.</div>
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I have to say the fact that I'm going back to Texas in twelve days makes me panic a little bit. </div>
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I've already been here for twelve, and it's gone so fast.</div>
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I feel like I'm not quite finished with my time here. </div>
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Hopefully the next twelve days will go perfectly. </div>
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The last twelve have certainly had ups and downs, but despite the downs..</div>
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the ups and the realizations I've made and the chances I've decided to take</div>
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have made everything so worth it.. =)</div>
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I keep learning a little bit more about myself every day.</div>
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I like that.</div>
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I'm making a list now.</div>
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1. My bed is my favorite belonging. Is that bad?<br />
2. I love the weather here. I love that it cools down at night.<br />
3. I like wearing jeans better than wearing shorts.<br />
4. Having a washer and drier is so convenient. Also having a fully equipped kitchen is so convenient.<br />
5. Sometimes you just have to be spontaneous and try to win fifty bucks by running through the mud bog, because sometimes you win.<br />
6. People don't change all that much. I'm still the same me I was when I was 12 and when I was 17. Sure, there are differences, but deep down, I have the same heart. It's just a little tougher and experienced.<br />
7. I love my friends with all my heart.<br />
8. I want to go back to school after I graduate from Dental Hygiene.<br />
9. I want to be an English teacher... Surprise surprise.<br />
10. Being straight up is the only way to be. Nothing to lose, right?<br />
11. Random people you hardly know like to take it upon themselves to make your business their business. So not cool.<br />
12. Life is all about adjustments.<br />
13. Boys like to be the hero, and girls just want a hero. How convenient.<br />
14. Summer is the best time of year.. and summer stories are always the best. =)<br />
15. Time can pass.. from days to weeks to months to years, but some things in life just never, ever change, no matter how much you think you want them to. Some things just are the way they are.<br />
16. Some people ya just can't trust. It's sad really.<br />
17. Sometimes you just have to choose to find your own way for some places in life instead of following the map you created for yourself so long ago.<br />
18. I don't care about what other people think nearly as much as I used to. It feels like heaven.<br />
19. I'm me. I'm Jane. I tell myself not to put my heart on the line, but I always do. Can't help it.<br />
20. Some risks will always be worth taking, no matter how many times you've taken them before.<br />
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I think I had a bit of a wake up call. I arrived home, not expecting all too much of my three weeks, with a few plans here or there. Nothing set in stone, but sometimes crap just happens and makes you realize that in fact you gotta make life count.<br />
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So, in effort to make up for my terribly dull summer of 2011, combined with the fact that I was in school until five days ago, I have exactly three weeks to make up for lost summertime. Now I have three weeks of no job, no commitments, and no expectations, I am quite determined to make the story of summer 2012 one worth smiling about and maybe even writing about if I find the time. I already have a few things checked off my bucket list, and I certainly have a few more things I need to do before I am headed back to Texas. I suppose this is my vow to make every second count this summer. I have to say I'm looking forward to having no regrets, not over-thinking things, and just living a little bit, because I'm tired of being a student zombie. I'm ready for a few more spontaneous late night adventures, a few more days on the lake, perhaps a little camping and hopefully not too much sleeping. I'm excited to just stop worrying about doing what everyone else expects me to do this summer and not caring about what everyone else thinks. It's gonna be good.<br />
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<br />simply janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07381918545223207884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953978816706609948.post-50991518769444412862012-07-31T17:39:00.002-06:002012-08-07T15:40:30.521-06:00Adios Amigos. Actually.I want to go homeeeee. I haven't been home since Christmas. I know I shouldn't complain because lots of people go much longer than seven months without being home, but oh well. I'm complaining anyway.<br />
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I miss Waterton. I miss my cute little uniform that I got to wear all last summer. Oh and by cute I mean ugly. But wonderful nonetheless. I miss the mountains. I miss the smell of crisp air in the morning. I miss the deer. I miss the freezing cold lake. I miss Big Scoop. I miss Scrubway. I miss Pat and Ralph, and Anders. I miss the campground Kiosks. I miss being greeted at the gate by Bart, or Ethan. I miss the cute little movie theater. I miss the golf cart, and the club car. I miss Crandell and seeing 9283749238 bears on the drive there. I miss spraying down the bathrooms and squeegie-ing the camp kitchens. How the heck to you spell squeegie? I miss angry campers. Okay mostly I miss telling everyone about the crazy campers. I miss everything. I had the best job last summer. Ever. Confession: I have a dream about once a week that I am all geared up in my green pants and polo, cruising the campground on the golf cart like a champ. Seriously miss it.<br />
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I miss Cardston, all lit up at night. I miss driving and seeing the temple glowing. I miss my giant bed and how it feels like a cloud. I miss the unpredictable weather. I miss being able to be outside and not have to worry about all my makeup dripping off my face from humidity. I miss rootbeer slurpees from Reddi Mart. I miss BBQing with my dad in the backyard. I miss tanning with my mom on the deck. I miss my besties. I miss having sleepovers and watching movies all day. I miss not having to study for tests. I miss not having to wake up early. I miss the colorful Canadian currency. I miss saying garbage instead of trash, and bayg and flayg instead of bAAG and flAAAg without being laughed at.<br />
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I miss Canada. I want to go home. Texas is lovely and I am loving my time here, but it simply is just not home. Okay now that I have that all out, I should go pack because I am going home in two days! =)<br />
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Well its 2 am and my heart hurts because I am missing Cody tonight. I have been doing that a lot lately. I think maybe it's because he is actually coming home soon(ish) and I am starting to get excited/nervous. </div>
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Did you know he will be home in 204 days?</div>
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Okay so I guess I don't know for sure when he will be home yet.. but 204 more or less.</div>
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To most, I'm sure, that seems ridiculous.. </div>
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but when you compare it to 731, it's really not very many days.</div>
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In fact, that number seems quite small. =)</div>
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Maybe that is what has been picking at my mind. </div>
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A return date would be nice. I like knowing things.</div>
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Story time.</div>
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So a little over two years ago, I was really sad. Looking back, I realize it was silly to be so sad but, my eighteen year old heart was quite broken it seemed.</div>
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Cody and I weren't dating at the time, but he was still very important to me and always remained a good friend through the ups and downs, even when I didn't deserve it.</div>
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We were in Waterton, and he knew I was sad so he was just keeping me company because he's a good friend like that. We decided to go for a walk. I was kind of cold so I took the big down-filled comforter off of my bed and wrapped myself up inside. We walked to the docks overlooking the lake and then decided to just lay down and talk.</div>
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I shared my blanket with him and we just stayed there side by side.</div>
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I think I cried for a while. It's definitely possible.</div>
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Cody listened to every single reason why I was sad, even though it broke his heart to hear. We just stayed there on the docks, looking at the stars, and talking for hours and hours. </div>
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That was the night I knew that Cody was for real. </div>
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He wasn't going anywhere.</div>
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He showed me what unconditional love was.</div>
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Even though I didn't deserve a friend like him</div>
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even though I had hurt him</div>
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even though he loved me and I wasn't quiiite ready to love him back</div>
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even though I was silly and lost</div>
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even though I was immature and confused and blind</div>
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Every single day.</div>
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He always said someday I would see </div>
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And that is why, nearly eighteen months of being apart, I haven't been able to come close to replacing him.</div>
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I don't know what's going to happen when he gets home, but I am sure excited to find out.</div>
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he will always be that friend that is always there.</div>
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He's a keeper I think.</div>
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Something that makes me crazy is when people aren't themselves. I have posted about this so many times before. I go through phases I guess, and I should probably stop letting this bother me because it's never going to go away. It just makes me so sad to see people who don't know who they are .. and then they end up just latching onto the personality or life or ideas of someone else.<br />
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Everyone is different. It's better that way.</div>
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Sure, trends happen. Fads happen. Styles come in and out and some things are just popular.</div>
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It's okay to not like things that other people do.</div>
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Really. Thats what keeps things interesting.</div>
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Too many people are concerned with conformity.</div>
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Doing whatever it takes to fit in.</div>
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To not be noticed.</div>
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That doesn't count.</div>
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I know maybe it's hard, but it's not impossible.</div>
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Find what makes you <b>different</b> from everyone else. That's what makes you you.</div>
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Find that thing and embrace it.</div>
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Wear the ugly shoes.</div>
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Listen to that strange song.</div>
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Realize you don't actually like the new Katy Perry song, and don't be afraid to admit it.</div>
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Eat that odd food.</div>
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Wear that unknown perfume.</div>
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Listen to that old song.</div>
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And stop worrying about what everyone else is doing.</div>
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Okay thanks. =)</div>
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I'm going to the beach today.</div>
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I don't think I will be getting in the water though. </div>
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You see, we will be fishing for sharks.</div>
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Yes, sharks.</div>
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Luring them to the shore.</div>
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Gah.</div>
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I will stay on the shore thankyouverymuch.</div>
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Wish me luck; it's supposed to be a hundred degrees.</div>
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Plus humidity.</div>
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I might die. From a shark... or heat. Either way.</div>
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I might die.</div>
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If I do, it was nice knowing y'all</div>
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even though I don't really know y'all.</div>
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Happy Saturday!</div>
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It's thundering outside and I had a three hour nap.</div>
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It's a good day.</div>
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What makes today good.</div>
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1. Finding out I actually passed two tests I thought I failed. Two tests I was sure I failed. I'm so glad I didn't study any longer than necessary.</div>
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2. Canada day cupcakes. I wish I had a picture to post. Let's just say beavers and hockey sticks were involved. </div>
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3. No school tomorrow. NO SCHOOL TOMORROW. Yay. I might have to suntan since how I have not spent any time outside since May.</div>
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4. I have clean laundry. Hallelujah. This is a feat for me. Not having a washer and drier has proven to be quite a frustration. Ohhh the life of a poor college student. </div>
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5. I got a letter from Cody. And even though I have received 80+ letters from him now, I STILL get just as excited to see an envelope addressed to me sitting in the mailbox.</div>
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<b>Every.single.time.</b></div>
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