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Don’t ever forget the times that we have shared. Cherish them forever. Carry them in your heart, in your soul, and think back on them with a smile on your face. No one can take away what we shared, the times we laughed, and moments we couldn’t catch our breath. Keep me with you forever.

Posted By Amber On 05.30.2011 @ 12:58 pm

refreshing, cool, something to freshen your breath, perfect condition, kept safe from the elements, limited edition, one of a kind, brand new, never used, mint condition. Rare form, and perfect.

Posted By Amber On 05.27.2011 @ 10:42 pm

Photo booth, the fun application on macs, lets us realize how vain we really are.

Posted By Amber On 05.24.2011 @ 8:38 pm

A man sat beside me in a booth. I was at a diner in Kansas, just passing through. When he walked in the diner a tumble weed outside the window kept pace with him as he walked toward me. “Tumbleweeds are nomads like me. May I have a seat?”

Posted By Amber On 05.24.2011 @ 12:49 pm

chocolate in my mouth pretzle m & ms go to a movie tonight instead of work yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa gym…..i should go to the gym…or not this is actually really fun

Posted By Amber On 05.23.2011 @ 10:38 am

pretzels are so great! The twisted nature of their full bodies and the salty surface of their touch exterior, but soft interior. To eat a pretzel is like eating a even mix between heaven and hell.

Posted By Amber On 05.22.2011 @ 4:16 pm

I think of thief as Satan or the liar. He is a thief that comes to steal kill and destroy our hearts. He comes to steal joy, rob us of happiness and our connection with God. He is the ultimate thief and he takes all that is good.

Posted By Amber On 05.23.2011 @ 8:38 pm

wrath is the thing i feel about myself when i dont live up to the full portenial i expect of myself. I hate it when I cannot do what i know I can do. I disappoint myself yet i rely on teh opinions of others overmyself. I really hurts when I dont think of how I am effecting myself. Instead of thinking of how I am failing other ppl i need to let myself put a word in.

Posted By Amber On 05.21.2011 @ 10:30 pm

abuse. home, submissive. cookie cutter. tamed. broken. contained. deprived of creativity.

Posted By Amber On 05.20.2011 @ 6:59 pm

Thats me right? Always forgotten. Sounds depressing, but I swear I’m not. Just a little lost.

Maybe it was after high school I felt this way. Totally alone, isolated by those I thought I’d be with forever. In the real world I’m completely out of my element, suddenly unsure. I’ve forgotten my purpose.

Posted By Amber On 05.15.2011 @ 9:13 pm

They say she’s glowing, but she doesn’t feel that way. She feels fat, stuffed into her leggings like a bad piece of sausage. She feels red, red like that sausage. Why are all her metaphors about food? If only she could eat some without feeling nauseous. Who said pregnancy was fun?

Posted By Amber On 05.12.2011 @ 7:20 pm

fireflies. discoballs. the moon. the sun. stars. glitter. water. glowsticks. the

Posted By amber On 05.12.2011 @ 5:49 pm

You console someone when there is a tragedy. You need to be consoled when yoou have a tragedy.

Posted By amber On 05.11.2011 @ 10:41 am

heel? i think we’ve had this one before. when you play ultimate frisbee, you can’t be on your heels – on your toes, all the time!!! be ready to pounce in any direction! get the D! Yeah yeah yeah!!! Go SOL! Tomorrow is Regionals, and we’re going to kick butt and cause a ruckus. Oh yeah, oh yeah, ohhhh yeahhhhh.

Posted By Amber On 05.06.2011 @ 10:18 pm

I use eyeliner all the time. I don’t even use it on my waterline. I just use it to make me look like some kind of 60′s sexiness. That’s right. Black only. Yep. And no sparkles! I like a good old fashioned thick dark line, right on the upper lid.

Posted By Amber On 05.06.2011 @ 6:33 am

Camp is a place where kids go and meet each other. There is usually a lake with cabins, or sometimes people go out camping in the forest with tents and a fire. People will have sing a long around the fire and eat smores.

Posted By Amber On 05.05.2011 @ 12:08 am

Camps are curious things. While summer camp should remind people of zip wires and the like, I think of orchestra since I went to strings camp. The one thing I remember is flubbing my words and getting the Harry potter book spoiled for me. i didn’t even become a better violinist. Well, maybe I did. But I ended up quitting anyway.

Posted By Amber On 05.04.2011 @ 11:13 pm

Looking for 4-leaf clovers during ultimate frisbee practice is not a good idea. “Amber, what are you doing!” Lyuda yells at me as a frisbee smacks me in the forehead. “I found a 4-leaf clover! Look! Look!” The whole team jogs over like children to see the clover. That’s what I wish would have happened, anyway.

Posted By Amber On 04.30.2011 @ 9:29 pm

I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am beadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt.

Posted By amber On 04.29.2011 @ 10:30 am

locking the door so nobody can break in the house and steal any of their goods with a deadbolt on the door

Posted By amber On 04.28.2011 @ 2:47 pm

I want to live in the on-campus trailer park this summer!!! It is an explosion of art, hippieness, music, life, nature… its nestled into the redwood forest of UC Santa Cruz. I haven’t finalized my sublet yet but just thinking about it I feel healed. Oh baby, do I want to live there. <3 <3 <3

Posted By amber On 04.27.2011 @ 7:42 pm

I lived in a trailer when i was little. I felt like it was a tin can. the walls were tin. the doors were tin. and very time I shut a door the whole place shook. The brown walls inside thouse were paper thin and I heard my brothers play their video games late at night when we were all supposed to be sleeping. My parents couldnt hear then because they slept all the way at the end of the long old seventies trailer…

Posted By amber On 04.27.2011 @ 2:40 pm

something you live in like a house kinda but longer and thiner and it can move as in a house can not move sometimes they are biger sometimes they are smaller

Posted By amber On 04.27.2011 @ 11:48 am

hmmm, i hate my grandmothers trailer so much, it smells so bad of cigarettte smoke its like living in an ashtray. just being there just makes me sick to my stomache

Posted By amber On 04.27.2011 @ 12:44 am

styrofoam? maoforyts. What a weird word. We sat on the bed and threw styrofoam pellets at each other. We’re like 20 year old children.

Posted By Amber On 04.22.2011 @ 8:49 pm

not of where I am from, unfamiliar, something to learn, interesting and unique. Controversial and requires an open mind. Something that excites me.

Posted By Amber On 04.21.2011 @ 11:17 pm

Some people think robots are fucking awesome in space situations and/or real life situations. I really only dig robots in musical situations. Autotune is my aphrodisiac. It just gets me; and if I were a robot, I would love to be one of the autotune variety. All the other robots don’t know what they’re missing.

Posted By Amber On 04.20.2011 @ 1:37 am

sound that travals or like a guitar….

Posted By amber On 04.19.2011 @ 1:03 pm

My acoustic guitar is lovely. I never play it, of course. My father (who is an avid guitarist) bought it for me when I was younger in the hope that I would someday be a better musician then he was.

I wasn’t. I am awful at guitar, to a stupid amount. It certainly looks very pretty leant up against my bookshelf though.

Posted By amber On 04.19.2011 @ 12:04 am

It is bad when you’re under age. You should not drink it! It burns your throat when you drink it by yourself. It smells and tastes disgusting. You basically get sick from it and have a horrible hangover. But hey it makes everyone else looks good.

Posted By Amber On 04.17.2011 @ 1:38 pm