Yesterday it was strawberry milkshakes, today it was root beer floats.

Uncle is in a goood mood.

mmhmm. Dell computers are so sloooow.

Well, good news for Samantha Wong, I'm going for Honour's day, and my idiotic brother is standing behind me spouting vulgarities for no particular reason.

Numnut.

Rar.

I believe I owe you dudes lots of pictures, well im using a different computer now, so yep okay, here goes.

ALOT MANNNNZX. i think i'll just spread them out a lil.

okaay, I'll go edit lots and lots of posts now.

Ciaooz.

I'm going on a blogskin frenzy.
I need to learn how to do those!

And neopets looks fun now. :O and club penguin,
WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME?!

I think it's much easier to post photobucket album URLs, so here you are.
i have thousands of photos thou.

http://s366.photobucket.com/albums/oo110/sophisticaited/Photoshop/ (Photoshop)

http://s366.photobucket.com/albums/oo110/sophisticaited/Family/ (Family)

http://s366.photobucket.com/albums/oo110/sophisticaited/OneOne/ (One One, oh no i can just feel Erin's strangulating grip on my neck)

http://s366.photobucket.com/albums/oo110/sophisticaited/Toots/ (Toots!)

some are superdee unglam and not meant to be looked at. whoopsy, but right now i'm just too lazy to delete them from the web, which can be very dangerous.


Cait. :D

Crud, my brother is toying with photoshop
and he just commented on my blog, he saw me typing longlong,
and he said it's long.

the last thing i want is to have my brother read my blog :(
that would be disastrous.

i'm tired of being the mediator, i want this to get solved, but i just don't think i can do it.

I hate myself for losing faith, i hate myself for seeing religion as a passing phase.

I want to do this, but i'm so tired,

shoot, you see, now i'm giving that excuse, when we were specifically told that we have to be like God

"You have to be holy because I am holy"
makes sense.

Everytime, scripture and sermons never fail to make me feel guilty. Guilty about sinning, guilty for thinking things that are unholy, guilty about not controlling my tongue, guilty for reverting back to my own habits.

It's just so hard.
I'll keep trying, and it freaks me out that He knows what i'm doing now.

I'm Sorry.

Pray pray pray pray.

mother hen :(

Pray for me. Please?

Draw me closer to you, Lord.

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