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(no subject) [Dec. 9th, 2008|09:15 pm]
Have Male Split! Must go fast! He's ready to grow and I don't need him!!!
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Eggs and Hatchlings! [Oct. 31st, 2008|02:36 am]
My daily post...
Here they are!!Collapse )
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Draggiess [Sep. 15th, 2008|01:13 am]
Not going to be on tomorrow night. :-( However, I will be having fun in Orlando, so YAY!!
Here they are!!Collapse )
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(no subject) [Sep. 8th, 2008|01:22 am]
Its that time again. My little hatching need wings. Please help them out by showing them some love.
Its My Turn to FlyCollapse )
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(no subject) [Nov. 2nd, 2006|09:13 pm]
I'm so excited! I just discovered that I can affored to go to Dublin, Ireland by myself... not that I'd want to go alone... but I can afford to!!!! I want to go so badly!!!

Well maybe not hotel stay... but if someone goes with me then probably!!
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(no subject) [Oct. 30th, 2006|04:56 am]
Why is it I want to move out so badly? I know I can't support myself and I know I'm certainly too young to marry right now (Even though I love my Cris so much and do plan on marrying him). There is no possible way we can support ourselves at the moment. But I desperately want to be away from my parents.

Perhaps all their fighting is getting to me. But a resentment is building slowly, and I know if I move out it will slip away. I don't want to dislike my parents.

Oh well... I suppose I can survive for a couple more years.
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GROWL!!!! [Sep. 24th, 2006|11:42 pm]
I swear, that English teacher HATES me! I had another freaking one of my sentences on the board... Now seriously, there are like 20 people in the class. And I know DAMN WELL that I'm not the only one making mistakes. It really pisses me off. I have no clue why he always chooses my paper. I find it embarrassing and degrading... I can't help it if I make a mistake here and there... It happens to EVERYONE. There is no need to flaunt them on the board. It only makes me want to cry and doesn't help me improve my writing at all.

Why don't I like any of the male teachers here??
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But I made $50 in Tips [Sep. 15th, 2006|01:02 am]
[Yes Even I am Moody |blankblank]
[Song of the Day |Face Down- The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus]

So yes... its been a long boring day

I totally messed up my entire presentation because I panicked and spoke far to fast.   And the quiz question was all messed up!  I have never been more embarrassed in my life.  I would totally suck as a teacher.  And it wasn't only that.  I mean this week again, one of my sentences from my essay was on the board.  I honestly must be one of the worst writters I know.

Damn, I mean I played it off to Cris like it wasn't that bad... but thats why I was in such a crappy mood when I got to his house... :-(... I sound so whiny in this but That was my day.

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The Morning Thoughts Of Breanna [Aug. 24th, 2006|11:46 pm]
[Yes Even I am Moody |contemplativecontemplative]

"Make new friend, but keep the old.  One is silver, and the other is gold"

And line from a song I used to sing in Girl Scouts.  In one period of morning wakefulness, between sleep and more sleep, I thought about this phrase.  Supposedly, it means that your new friends are silver and your old are gold.  Which is fine.  

As I lay there under my covers thinking, my mind wandered onto a new way of seeing it.  Even the new friends you make might just be white gold, giving them a silver appearance.  Hell, you might even make a new friend who's platinum and reveals themselves as such as your relationship progresses.

Then my mind wandered to the gold side of things.   Old friends.  At first I thought there was nothing that could be said, however, I got to really thinking about it.   As time passes on, said friends can turn out to be fake gold, or, in other words, fake friends.  They can even turn out to be the kind of imitation gold that stains your skin green and leaves a mark of being counterfeit.  Those are the worse kind of  "friend" (if you can even call them that), the kind that stab you in the back and leave you to die.  Leaving you to pick yourself up (hopeful with the help of true friends) and carving scars on your heart. 

-B. R.
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Wondermazing [May. 15th, 2006|12:15 am]
[Yes Even I am Moody |lovedloved by Cris]

*blows off greatly accumulated dust*

Hey look, its me! Shocking I know.

Life's been so-so. Its great though knowing that someone loves you. Its also great getting in touch with old friends and starting to patch up long broken friendships.

It rather not talk about the other part of life, because I'm in a good mood.

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