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Location: Nebraska, United States
Birthday: 9/8/1986
Gender: Female


Interests: I love acting...I'm into the whole speech and drama thing. And singing...its fun.
Expertise: Being lost and confused.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment


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Member Since: 7/30/2003

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Saturday, January 01, 2005

Well...
         It's a new year.
Definitely time for a new post.
I'm sorry for my lack of posting-ness.
I was majorly slacking...
                  but I'll try to do better I promise.
So, let me know how you all have been...

                           Ciao!


Friday, October 08, 2004

      No
 He loves me, he loves me not
               
with this daisy.
           Not for me.
                                      I know he loves me.


Thursday, September 30, 2004

This is a sonnet I wrote for english.
        Tell me what you think.

In the scorching heat of a bright July day
Moon sometimes comes and light goes away.
Well you, love, are that ever shining sun.
Though not always seen, still there when each day is done.

September now, the trees are all bare.
Leaves on the streets, a chill in the air.
And you, love, are that last blooming rose
Still holding your ground, not yet ready to be froze.

December comes and winter winds blow.
All is made of ice, the air filled with snow.
But you, love, are a shelter from the storm.
You are a flame burning bright, keeping me warm.

        Through all the seasons, through suns and through shades
        You, my love, show me true love never fades.


Sunday, September 26, 2004

                                                   How cute are we?


Monday, September 20, 2004

               Homecoming this week...

I keep thinking about how these are the last times I'll be doing so many things...
         It's so strange to think that in a year from now I won't be where I am now...



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