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		<title>What makes a relationship work?</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[What makes a relationship work? And I&#8217;m  not  talking about just living day to day with someone but what makes a relationship really work? Is it possible to keep the knot in your stomach for that other person forever? It&#8217;s funny how a show like Sex and the City can really make you think about [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emilynoterin.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3371019&amp;post=25&amp;subd=emilynoterin&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What makes a relationship work? And I&#8217;m  not  talking about just living day to day with someone but what makes a relationship really work? Is it possible to keep the knot in your stomach for that other person forever? It&#8217;s funny how a show like Sex and the City can really make you think about things in your life. And if you figure out that thing that makes a relationship work is it the same for everyone? Does the same thing work for a hopeless romantic and a person who doesn&#8217;t believe in real love? Is it trust? Or money? Or communication? Or even sex?  Is it all of those; none of those? It can&#8217;t be based on sex cause some believe you shouldn&#8217;t have sex before marriage. But can a marriage work without sex? Are all relationships this hard? I believe in GREAT love .. the kind that makes your heart skip a beat and makes your plams sweat. But  if the person i love doesn&#8217;t believe in that kind of love then does that mean i&#8217;m not that person for him?  Why is it that LOVE is the topic most talked about with women, most avoided by men, and most shared with children? Could it be that we all long for a love that can only come from God. Yet when most of us get it we don&#8217;t think we deserve it, but Jesus thinks we do; He even died so we could feel that kind of love everyday. Sometime i feel like i&#8217;m to consumed in looking for love from others i forget about his love. Even in this blog i write about his last. So maybe, just maybe a relationship works when it is centered around Christ.</p>
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		<title>College</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 06:31:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What&#8217;s the point of college? Is it just to get a degree in a feild of study? I like to think it&#8217;s so much more. College is a place you find yourself.  Most go to college alone, without anyone they knew before. So they recreate themselves, some become a different version of who they were, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emilynoterin.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3371019&amp;post=23&amp;subd=emilynoterin&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What&#8217;s the point of college? Is it just to get a degree in a feild of study? I like to think it&#8217;s so much more. College is a place you find yourself.  Most go to college alone, without anyone they knew before. So they recreate themselves, some become a different version of who they were, other choose to be something totally different. I like to think i came into college as a stronger version of who i was in high school. However, as it is now my senior year i can honestly say i will leave college a TOTALLY changed person. I went from a scared freshman to a confident senior in just three years. I can barely see that girl anymore. The one who needed a man to complete her, one who didn&#8217;t really know what she believed in, and one who had the faith of a five year old. It&#8217;s so funny how we change and while we are changing we don&#8217;t see anything different. We barely even notice how long our hair has gotten in three months. Makes you wonder, what in the world are we looking at? I think it&#8217;s the &#8220;nexts&#8221; in life. Our next job, or next paycheck, or next test, or next class, next tattoo, next boyfriend/girlfriend etc &#8230; Why can&#8217;t we just focus on the here and right now? Love people now, listen to a crying friend now, sit with someone who is alone now. Are we wasting our &#8220;nows&#8221; because we are looking at our &#8220;next&#8221;?</p>
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		<title>Change</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 12:42:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s amazing how God changes things. You think you have your life planned out, things you want to do and people you want to be with. But God usually has a different plan for our lives. Or at least for my life. I&#8217;m someone who likes change but not when i feel like my life [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emilynoterin.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3371019&amp;post=19&amp;subd=emilynoterin&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s amazing how God changes things. You think you have your life planned out, things you want to do and people you want to be with. But God usually has a different plan for our lives. Or at least for my life. I&#8217;m someone who likes change but not when i feel like my life feels like it is falling apart. I can happily say now that my life is not falling apart anymore. Yes i thought i was in love and yes i did have my heart broken, but see there is this funny thing about hearts they always heal. Thankfully i know who i am and what i want and that makes it much easier to heal my heart. : ]</p>
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		<title>Heart break</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 04:03:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I never knew heart break is looking at a star and wanting to cry. I never knew heart break was seeing your car and wanting to throw up. I never knew heart break was laying awake night after night thinkging. I never  knew heart break was remembering how it felt to lay in your arms. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emilynoterin.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3371019&amp;post=17&amp;subd=emilynoterin&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I never knew heart break is looking at a star and wanting to cry.</p>
<p>I never knew heart break was seeing your car and wanting to throw up.</p>
<p>I never knew heart break was laying awake night after night thinkging.</p>
<p>I never  knew heart break was remembering how it felt to lay in your arms.</p>
<p>I never knew heart break was thinking about you every day.</p>
<p>I never knew heart break was still getting excited when you text me, only to be disappointed.</p>
<p>I never knew heart break was being afraid of not finding someone who can make me feel safe again.</p>
<p>I never knew heart break was putting everthing in a box.</p>
<p>I never knew heart break was crying for three weeks.</p>
<p>I never knew heart break was wondering if you even cared.</p>
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		<title>A Day in the Life of E</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 06:14:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[6:10 &#8211; Get up and get in the shower 7 &#8211; leave for Armstrong Elem. 10:15 &#8211; Leave Armstrong and head back to school 10:50 &#8211; Chapel 11:45 &#8211; Class 1 &#8211; Lunch date with my mentor 2:30 &#8211; NAP 5:30 &#8211; Dinner 6:30 &#8211; Ping Pong with Erin and Scott 7:30 &#8211; Rest time/caught [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emilynoterin.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3371019&amp;post=15&amp;subd=emilynoterin&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>6:10 &#8211; Get up and get in the shower</p>
<p>7 &#8211; leave for Armstrong Elem.</p>
<p>10:15 &#8211; Leave Armstrong and head back to school</p>
<p>10:50 &#8211; Chapel</p>
<p>11:45 &#8211; Class</p>
<p>1 &#8211; Lunch date with my mentor</p>
<p>2:30 &#8211; NAP</p>
<p>5:30 &#8211; Dinner</p>
<p>6:30 &#8211; Ping Pong with Erin and Scott</p>
<p>7:30 &#8211; Rest time/caught up with my girls</p>
<p>9 &#8211; Dgroup</p>
<p>10:30 &#8211; Stop and talked to Amy and Erin</p>
<p>11 &#8211; Room with a couple of girls</p>
<p>12:10 &#8211; Walk with Katie</p>
<p>12:25 &#8211; Talked to Matt on the phone</p>
<p>1:10 &#8211; Lobby</p>
<p>1:50 - Room</p>
<p>2:30 &#8211; bed</p>
<p> </p>
<p>And thats thursday .. the easy day of my week hehe : ]</p>
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		<title>love</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I never knew love ment a hug that can make everything feel better. I never knew love was a smile from across the room so that everyone knows i&#8217;m with you. I never knew love was hearing your name and smiling. I never knew love was this feeling inside everytime i think about you. I never [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emilynoterin.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3371019&amp;post=13&amp;subd=emilynoterin&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I never knew love ment a hug that can make everything feel better.</p>
<p>I never knew love was a smile from across the room so that everyone knows i&#8217;m with you.</p>
<p>I never knew love was hearing your name and smiling.</p>
<p>I never knew love was this feeling inside everytime i think about you.</p>
<p>I never knew love was the smile i cant wipe off my face after i get off the phone with you.</p>
<p>I never knew love ment i would find someone to complete me so well.</p>
<p>I never knew love was hopeing i make you as happy as you make me.</p>
<p>I never knew love was trust .. with no walls.</p>
<p>I never knew love was more then just a song or a word.</p>
<p>I never knew love was a &#8220;hey, i hope you have a great day&#8221;.</p>
<p>I never knew love ment a perfect match.</p>
<p>I never knew love ment waiting and waiting and waiting.</p>
<p>I never knew love ment dates that go all wrong .. but a perfect night.</p>
<p>I never knew love ment kisses under the stars.</p>
<p>I never knew love ment three hour car rides .. and holding hands the whole time.</p>
<p>I never knew love could be real for me.</p>
<p>I never knew love was so uncertain.</p>
<p>I never knew love was a man who trusted God.</p>
<p>I never knew love ment learning so much from someone else.</p>
<p>I never knew love ment arms that made me feel safe.</p>
<p>I never knew love was kisses on the forehead.</p>
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		<title>Late Nights</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 06:58:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Some late night thoughts .. tell me what you think Have you ever come to that point in life where you like, Wow i truly have grown so much. And your sitting around waiting for the next step to happen cause you knows it there somewhere. But you feel useless and you think to much [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emilynoterin.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3371019&amp;post=6&amp;subd=emilynoterin&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Some late night thoughts .. tell me what you think</p>
<p>Have you ever come to that point in life where you like, Wow i truly have grown so much. And your sitting around waiting for the next step to happen cause you knows it there somewhere. But you feel useless and you think to much about EVERYTHING?</p>
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<p>How is it that we want to seek God&#8217;s face yet we aren&#8217;t even looking in the right direction? Do you think we can miss it by that much? And at what point does God turn his face? Or does he ever turn his face? I truly believe when we love people .. I mean whole heartly, even when it&#8217;s SUPER hard .. when we have loved like this we are seeking the face of God more then ever before.</p>
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<p>What is surrendering? To give up in favor of another is what i found online. but really what is it? for me it&#8217;s to trust someone else to be in control of my life. what is it for you? when do we truly surrender to God? See i believe it&#8217;s more then just giving ourselves. I believe it&#8217;s also accepting and likeing the person we give to God. This book i&#8217;m reading .. Abba&#8217;s Child .. stresses that we are all made of his image. and when we dislike ourselves we dislike our God.</p>
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		<title>To Whom It May Concern</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 21:33:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wrote this to magazines and things like that .. haven&#8217;t decided if i&#8217;m going to send it in .. What do you think?         To Whom It May Concern:               I’m writing in hopes you could tell a real story. I’ve read your magazine in hopes to find a story [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emilynoterin.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3371019&amp;post=4&amp;subd=emilynoterin&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">I wrote this to magazines and things like that .. haven&#8217;t decided if i&#8217;m going to send it in .. What do you think?</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;">To Whom It May Concern:</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span>            </span>I’m writing in hopes you could tell a real story. I’ve read your magazine in hopes to find a story I could relate to … or maybe just a story that could represent us “normal, not that pretty, average” girls. A story that tells of tears and teddy bears. And of how the only comfort we usually get is our friends telling us time and time again that we are great girls or that one day some guy is going to be very lucky. How about a story of the girl who is always the friend and after watching her guy get hurt time and time again she gives up. She gives up thinking he might ever see her, she gives up on fairy tales and happy endings. A story that tells of a girl who, at the start is a hopeless romantic, but by the end she believes she will end up alone because it’s easier that way. Why not tell a real story, how is works out for most of us? Those of us who get dismissed for the friend who is always prettier or smarter or just a little funnier than we are. Those of us who are so tired of hearing guys say “nice guys finish last” or some other line that goes with that, because the only reason a nice guy would finish last is because he followed the “bad, poplar, way to pretty” girl down a rabbit trail, and he got lost. Because, see us “nice girls” really like you “nice guys” … ya’ll just usually are not looking in our direction. Try telling a story of the girl who gets excited to see that you called or texted … only to find out that the only reason you did was cause you were bored … not because you thought about us. How about writing a story of a girl who is just looking for someone to make her feel special, and unique. Or a story that’s about a girl who’s life is a mess, and who’s heart is guarded because she hasn’t found a guy who will truly except her, for the “jeans and a t-shirt” kind of girl she really is. A story of a girl who sits up a one in the morning, listening to music,<span>  </span>thinking about how tired she is of being alone. Or how about writing a story about a girl who tries to change who she is in hopes that he will like her, only to find out that he liked the person who she was. However, she is so lost that she doesn’t know how to become the person she was anymore. Tell a story of a girl who has lost all sight of love. Sometime we can’t even remember why we thought that love existed in the first place, we just pretend that we still believe, cause it’s easier that way and a lot less painful. You see in the end all we are waiting for is a guy who will pick us, he doesn’t have to come in on a white horse, he only has to pick us. And maybe then you will have a true love story, that includes hurt, walls that have been built, and more importantly trust. </span></span></p>
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		<title>What He is to me</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 23:26:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You see I&#8217;m just a girl; I&#8217;m just a lost girl trying to find her way. I don&#8217;t deserve a God who is willing to give me a flash light and let me hold on to the back of his shirt as we walk back to the path. Sometime I let go and sometimes i [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emilynoterin.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3371019&amp;post=3&amp;subd=emilynoterin&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You see I&#8217;m just a girl; I&#8217;m just a lost girl trying to find her way. I don&#8217;t deserve a God who is willing to give me a flash light and let me hold on to the back of his shirt as we walk back to the path. Sometime I let go and sometimes i loose my grip without meaning to. Then, the batteries in my flash light die and i&#8217;m lost again. but the whole time God&#8217;s calling me. Thats when my ears get blocked; they get blocked with guys, or school work, or stress, or worry; whatever it happens to be at the time. <strong>But guess what!!!</strong> God never leaves. He never gets impatient, he never gets anoyed, <strong>God never gives up on me. </strong>Even when i give up on him time and time and time again. It&#8217;s like he knows one day I&#8217;m going to rip off the headphones of sin, relize the flash light was just turned off and find him again. And I&#8217;m sure he knows that we wont be walking for long before it all happens again. Because for some reason I&#8217;m to stupid to open my eyes and let him have ALL of me and guide me through this dark and empyt world</p>
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		<title>Hello world!</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 22:52:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hey guys .. I guess to start this out I&#8217;ll give you my list of 100 things you may not know about me. 1. My full name is Emily Elaine Munroe 2. I&#8217;m a twin, also i&#8217;m the yongest of six 3. I think into things way to much 4. I&#8217;m usually not happy with [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emilynoterin.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3371019&amp;post=1&amp;subd=emilynoterin&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey guys .. I guess to start this out I&#8217;ll give you my list of 100 things you may not know about me.<br />
1. My full name is Emily Elaine Munroe</p>
<p>2. I&#8217;m a twin, also i&#8217;m the yongest of six</p>
<p>3. I think into things way to much</p>
<p>4. I&#8217;m usually not happy with the way i look</p>
<p>5. I love music with all that i am &#8230; it&#8217;s what can move mountains</p>
<p>6. Being on the computer at night clams me down</p>
<p>7. seven is my favorite number</p>
<p>8. i love corny jokes</p>
<p>9. i want to make a difference in a child&#8217;s life</p>
<p>10. i want a big family</p>
<p>11. I want a guy who will take charge</p>
<p>12. I&#8217;ve had stiches 4 times </p>
<p>13. i want to teach over seas </p>
<p>14. I have crazy friends</p>
<p>15. i&#8217;ve broken one bone</p>
<p>16. I text ALL the time</p>
<p>17. i love pictures .. but i never print any</p>
<p>18. i&#8217;m afraid of heights</p>
<p>19. and bridges</p>
<p>20. i really love my family</p>
<p>21. i would rather dress up every day of the week then wear t-shirt and jeans</p>
<p>22. i like to watch baseball</p>
<p>23. i love to play softball</p>
<p>24. i love quotes</p>
<p>25. i love to write when i think no one will read it.</p>
<p>26. i&#8217;m really bad at spelling and grammar and suff hehe</p>
<p>27. i cant wait to get married</p>
<p>28. i make earrings .. and lots of other things</p>
<p>29. i love to be creative</p>
<p>30. i love to sing (not wonderful at it .. but not horriable either)</p>
<p>31. I&#8217;ve dated a lot</p>
<p>32. and i&#8217;ve had my heart broken a lot</p>
<p>33. i love to laugh</p>
<p>34. i hate gas prices right now</p>
<p>35. i&#8217;d rather be outside in the sun then inside any day of the week</p>
<p>36. i LOVE the beach</p>
<p>37. not a huge fan of the mountains .. but i like to hike</p>
<p>38. i&#8217;m the most unwitty person you&#8217;ll ever meet</p>
<p>39. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the moon, it&#8217;s like the greatest ever</p>
<p>40. i am a CHRISTIAN .. and i love my Lord</p>
<p>41. i forget things a lot .. hehe</p>
<p>42. and lots of peole call me random</p>
<p>43. i&#8217;m usually really loud</p>
<p>44. and when i say usually i mean all the time.</p>
<p>45. i love to read</p>
<p>46. i usually speek my mind, not a fan of holding things in</p>
<p>47. i really dont like fake people</p>
<p>48. or people who lie to my face</p>
<p>49. i love chick flick.</p>
<p>50. i&#8217;m a crier, i cry in like all movies : ]</p>
<p>51. 10 things i hate about you is a GREAT movie, like one of my favorites</p>
<p>52. I do believe that there is a prince charming out there somewhere .. and he&#8217;s looking for me too</p>
<p>53. i usually always settle for less</p>
<p>54. i really want to learn how to play the guitar</p>
<p>55. i love kids books</p>
<p>56. i truly believe all a person needs is love</p>
<p>57. i get sick a lot</p>
<p>58. i have two nieces and a nephew .. and they are great</p>
<p>59. i love to swim</p>
<p>60. one of my favorite things to do is at night get in the pool and go under water and look up at the stars</p>
<p>61. other then the time i&#8217;m teaching overseas i want to live in SC</p>
<p>62. i very rarely listen to my heart over my head.</p>
<p>63. i love to travel</p>
<p>64. one day i want to travel across the US on route 66</p>
<p>65. i hate to shop ..</p>
<p>66. Graffie is my favorite animal</p>
<p>67. i sleep with a bear name chip every night</p>
<p>68. i&#8217;m going to be an RA next year</p>
<p>69. i&#8217;m really excited about it</p>
<p>70. Naps and Showers are the two like best things that happen in a day</p>
<p>71. i cant draw .. even though i try sometimes</p>
<p>72. i hardly ever stay up all night .. but i&#8217;m always up for it</p>
<p>73. i used to LOVE the backstreet boys</p>
<p>74. i hate cats</p>
<p>75. i love dogs</p>
<p>76. i have a dog .. his name is Goliah .. he could eat you</p>
<p>77. i&#8217;m not really like other girls</p>
<p>78, i&#8217;m irish .. and i love that about me</p>
<p>79. i&#8217;d rather wear flip flop then anything else</p>
<p>80. i wish i could dance .. but i&#8217;m way to white for that hehe</p>
<p>81. i like the games apples to apples</p>
<p>82. while most people get stupid when they are tired .. i get all serious .. some times its a bummer</p>
<p>83. i&#8217;m not a huge fan of small talk .. i&#8217;d rather talk about real stuff</p>
<p>84. i&#8217;m not shy .. not ever</p>
<p>85. i&#8217;m waiting for a guy who will kiss me in the rain</p>
<p>86. this is way harder then i thought</p>
<p>87. i drive a Geo .. that i bought and paid for myself </p>
<p>88. i love my car</p>
<p>89. i hit a truck 3 years ago .. and the truck flip .. and there was a kid inside .. it was not fun</p>
<p>90. i&#8217;m a different person now then i used to be</p>
<p>91. carly is going to win american idol .. or at least she should</p>
<p>92. i&#8217;m not a huge fan of silence</p>
<p>93. i dont ever cry when i get hurt .. it takes a lot</p>
<p>94. i love to kiss</p>
<p>95. i really like Dr. Pepper .. it&#8217;s like air to me : ]</p>
<p>96. i like to write poems </p>
<p>97. as a new years revotion me and my friends are counting how many times we poop in a year</p>
<p>98. i sometimes put walls up to people who i think is going to hurt me</p>
<p>99. i love fun socks</p>
<p>100. i believe in giving blood. </p>
<p>yey i&#8217;m done ..</p>
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