Currently Listening Gasoline By Theory of a Deadman Santa Monica see related

haha..dont even ask me where I found all these icons because I looked forever and ever and ever...but I thought they were cute and Im in a summery kinda mood..lol

soo looks like Im going back to work on Friday..woohoo for me..other than that, I'll be spending my time at the beach for the week of the fourth of July, then back again for my cousin's wedding towards the end of July, then prolly back again in August before school starts...then back again on Sept. 9 for my friend's wedding.....lol...Imma be a hard one to get ahold of this summer...best bet is to call my cell or leave me a msg on myspace or here I suppose....

Currently Listening Tough All Over By Gary Allan LIFE AIN'T ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL see related

RIP PIERCE NECESSARY

for those of you who dont already know, my grandfather passed away today...all of your prayers throughout this whole ordeal are greatly appreciated.......

"Life aint always beautiful, tears will fall sometimes...no life ain't always beautiful, but its a beautiful ride" 

He had a beautiful ride....

Currently Listening Gasoline By Theory of a Deadman Santa Monica see related

Ahh same ole stuff has been goin on basically...lol...except I went to see Hinder, Theory of a DeadMan and Faktion on Tuesday in Pittsburgh and I wound up 2nd row!! It was awesome!!!   The guys even remembered us from Louisville.  I caught 2 guitar pics from Blower (who is also my fave) and took a buncha good pics...woohoo....Tommorow is the scrimmage game for WVU!!! Im overly excited about it too...But guess Im gonna go find something to do...Mabye Ill get to update next week sometime!  

she's just a s t u p i d girl
who sets her hopes too high
he's just a s t u p i d guy
who doesn't know what's in front of him

she says she doesnt care
but the look in her eyes
&& the tone in her voice
tells a different story

&& There she goes Again..
believing in something that is probably
never going to happen...

Currently Listening Faktion By Faktion Forgive Me see related

Yea Im bored and doing laundry, so I decided to try and find some icons and quotes...lol...hopefully Ill have something to update soon....Probably wont be tommorow though, because the MOUNTAINEERS play TEXAS in the Sweet Sixteen...which means I will be slightly inebriated....hehe

  hahaha...ME!!  HAHA   yummmm

      I <3 her

   haha....Ive heard this alot  

if it feels like everything's falling apart,
let it fall. maybe its God's way of saying its
not meant to be..* The Horse Whisperer *

THERE`S A S0ME0NE 0UT THERE F0R EVERY0NE, EXCEPT THiS iS LiKE THE W0RLD'S LARGEST GAME 0F HiDE N SEEK..& YOU BET THAT FUCKER FOUND THE BEST HiDiNG SP0T THERE iS & HE'S WAiTiNG F0R Y0U T0 FiND HiM..0R BETTER YET, MAYBE HE`LL GET TiRED 0F WAiTiNG & FiND Y0U iNSTEAD. <3
 HAHA!! THAT CRACKS ME UP

After careful consideration + many sleepless nights, here’s what I've decided. We move on, we move out, we move away from our families + form our own. But the basic insecurities, the basic fears + all those old wounds just grow up with us. + just we think life + circumstance have forced us truly to become an adult, your mother says something like that. Or worse, something like that. We get bigger, we get taller, we get older. But, for the most part, we're still a bunch of kids, running around the playground, trying desperately to fit in. * Grey's Anatomy *

Some things are more than what you say, they're what you do.
Some things you say cause there's no other choice. Some things
you keep to yourself. & not too often, but every now & then,
some things simply speak for themselves. * Grey's Anatomy *

God didnt promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears & light for the way..If God brings you to it, he will bring you through it

If it were up to me ;
the poor would have the riches
& the blind man would see.
The hungry would eat
& the weak would be strong
& the people with hatred would all get along.
The people who are greedy would start to share
& unfriendly people would start to care.
The thirsty would drink
& the deaf person would hear
& sorrow & sadness would all disappear.
That's how it would be
if it were all up to me.

Those rambling conversation where we  talk about nothing.
yeah, it really is something.

Currently Listening Something to Be By Rob Thomas When The Heartache Ends see related

My friend Becky posted this on her myspace page and I thought that not only is it true, but its really pretty..lol

Mom is still doing great! So thanks again for the prayers!!

I decided to keep my highlights...at least for the time being and summer..

Ahh...thats about all thats been goin on with me tho...Love yas!!!

Nice Girls

ok this one is for the nice girls as I know there is one floating around about nice guys finishing last... it's time the girls get some love too.

As a note, yes guys I know not all of you are this way.

This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be that they're doing something wrong.

This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times.

This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention.

This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word.

This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have spoken the right words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude lovers and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced.

This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed.

This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first cheerleader in a miniskirt that walks by.

This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with.

This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone.

This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup.

This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear.

This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted.

This is for the girls who have been satisfied with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mind games, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly, compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intramural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.

So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a tee-shirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hung-over best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.