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Name: Lolly
Location: Kentucky, United States
Birthday: 7/7/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: i love: boots, movie quotes, eyeliner, food, going bonkers, bedtime, singing in the shower, Relient K, plaid skirts, cheesy bread day , Nexxus, peals of thunder, chickens, chocolate, hugs, the Cantelupes, siblings, kids, Peter Pan, laughing, pink toenails, finger waves, light saber, Napolean Dynamite, candy necklaces, hair follicles, pillows, flamingos, my mom, raspberries, Apples to Apples, bubble baths, pink sunglasses, laughing gas, cows, thrift stores, veggitales, Penn Station, popsicles, muffin films, snuggling, xanga, fairies, Diem, fishnets, potatoes, posies, hats, Rosie, stars, pancreases, full mailboxes, braces, animals, my roomie, madlibs, FRIENDS, rubies, GCC, babies, writing, purity, post-its, ska, lipstick, facials, Dr. Starr, feet, patches, guitars, tic tacs, eeyore, weasels, purple and yellow sweet tarts, bellbottoms, ties, tetris, soup, sleeping, eggs, Polly Bawk Bawk, formal dresses, mom-made mac&cheese, Gherkin Ruckus, Harry Potter, violets, and JESUS (the most)
Expertise: cosmetology, American Idol, quotes from FRIENDS, and being a girl
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Fuzzyloser911
Yahoo:  Rock_On57
Member Since:
11/14/2004
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| Here am i.
Here is the one online communicator i swore i would never give up.
Here is the broken heart, naked and afraid.
Here i can lay my dreams. Spoiled.
i am sad.
i am sad because i am not who i want to be anymore. This is just today. This is just every day. There is so much more that i expected out of myself. There is so much less than i expected of myself. i suspect that i am not good at a thing. Not one thing.
i expect that i have thin skin. That i am clearly not assertive. That the survival of the fittest is not the survival of me.
i suspect that i am getting too old to be Peter Pan. and i never wanted to grow up.
i hate bills. i hate working for the money to pay up, up, up... and never satisfying. i prayed so long and so hard for this job. i am thankful that it was provided. i suspect that i am not thankful enough because of my own selfish desires. i suspect that i am guilty.
i suspect. i suspect everything. Life, Love, God, and me.
the ripe old age and embroidery,
Loralee Vi.
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| i haven't used xanga in a while, eh fans? Well, i'm currently in Hilo, Hawaii watching Myth Busters with my sister's boyfriend Chris. i've been here for about five weeks and have a couple more to go. i've done a lot of reading and thinking in my time here. i miss school already and it breaks my heart to know that i will not be returning in the fall. i actually tear up whenever i think about it. i miss writing papers. i really miss my friends. i thought i was going to move to Florida to work at NMSI, but i'm rethinking it. i haven't been keeping in touch with them much and i'm not even sure if the offer is still good. Instead, i have recently been thinking about going to grad school and learning how to teach. i've been so against teaching because i lack the confidence for it, but i need to consider that God can really do a number on me... Maybe He wants to shape me into something i didn't know i could be. Okay, that was bad grammar... but i feel lazy at the moment. i decided to improve my vocabulary by using a new word every week. This week my word is "supernumerary." Tonight i am going Contra Dancing. =] i don't even know if anyone uses xanga anymore. i remember promising to always be faithful to xanga. And i'm not. Yet another fault. Woe the day. ahaha organic honey and limeade, Loralee Violet | | |
| i'm in a craptastic mood at the moment. i'd like to talk about it, but no one is around. | | |
| Well, my room is freezing. This semester feels different from any past. i was startled today in my Trojan Epics class to realize, as i listened to Charlie Starr's brilliant teaching... this is the last time i will ever have Dr. Starr as a teacher. In fact, when i am done with school, i don't know if i will ever see this man who has taught me everything that i know (well, nearly)...ever again. i actually cried in class. i've learned to befriend the people i thought i could never love. Some of them, anyway. i am afraid that some remain ever mysterious to me, and some of them are mysteries that i never want to experience revealed. i've changed. i cannot deny that, and i don't really want to deny it. i have grown much, but i've also shrunk. i didn't mean to shrink. i hope that i can not only get back to where i once was, but to surpass it by ever so much more. i need a haircut. MASH in class and pollo bandido, Loralee V. | | |
| Shall i write something meaningful here? If so, well, i am all out of things to say. i am weary. i am hurting everywhere. i think i have senioritis. i am almost certain that it is a real thing. i am sad being back at school... it's a strange oxymoron. i don't want to be here because it is the last time that i will be here. i hate that... a lot. i am not looking forward to the decision of a career path. It might serve me right because i have waited twenty-one years to make a decision, and now i have not even the foggiest of ideas. i don't know which skills to develop. i am unmotivated and sick and everything that comes along with that. i'm even homesick. i miss my mom, my cats, and Kyle. i miss the union. [haha] and i hate that it won't be there when i return. i miss my relationship with God. Of course i should be praying about my career, if i could gather the courage to ask Him. What if He tells me things i don't want to hear? okay, i'm done. thought xanga deserved an update. nanos and rice socks and alien intensity, Loralee Violet. | | |
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