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Oh my goodness...

I cannot believe this. This cannot be real. It's so freaky!

Your Inner European is French!

Smart and sophisticated. You have the best of everything - at least, *you* think so.

Who's Your Inner European?

I'm just gonna stick with pics.

SO I've decided..

that you all just need to read my xanga instead. I'm just not as dedicated to this one as I am with that one. So blogspot...I bit adiue (spelling???) to you. World...go to xanga.com/youngestofsix. That's where life is in blogland with me. I'm tired of keeping this one up. (it's like an abandoned child).

In other news, I finished Wuthering Heights.

Yes!

Good News. I can go back to school this semester! I went back to the doctor again today and she said I'm well enough to go back to school and that the mono is on it's way out yes!! I found this pic online last night. Open Day!

Changes of the New Year

I've been trying to think what things will change in my life with the onslaught of New Years.
My sister will have a baby. My brother is getting married. Marisa is getting married (that by far is the hardest to grasp) and then moving to Iceland. This year will be the first that I don't wear black on Valenitne's Day. I might not go back to school this semester, depending on what the doctor tells me tomorrow. (Lord willing I'll go back, I want to, but I may not be healthy enough). I won't be a teenager anymore. Hm...that I kinda don't mind. I might learn to drive. Gosh I can't wait to learn how to drive. I was going to Christmas break, but then I got mono. there are so many other things that God has in store for my life this year that I have no idea about. Let's go!

Happy New Year!

Well, it's the New Year, which means just one thing for someone from California--the Rose Parade! I have to say, this year was so sad. For the first time in 50 years, it rained the parade. The flowers were melting off of the floats and the horses fur was drenched. Is it a bad omen if it rains on the Rose Parade?

I had a really weird dream last night. I was at a Table Tennis Championship watching my boyfriend against Sir Paul McCarney. I was a little bewildered at why Sir Paul should be playing table tennis, and why he thought he was good enough to go up against my boyfriend. He won, naturally. Then I realized I was wearing leiderhosen. My only excuse is that I was on cold medicine at the time.