tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405395622997963942024-02-02T01:54:24.159-09:00Blue EyesAren't dreams God's way of telling us things? ^^Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-38748553121706295482011-03-27T15:59:00.001-08:002011-03-27T16:03:53.460-08:00Us Forever<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNwQu2-0RMxQDnAyBAiZVr4wY5NUwMsgBYSl93QKLjm9b18V85RY74xJqCOS9hiW7uS21FOjPQgRLWIMpd60NBom3Zk-zcNz6eCPVuuWVM7_xCMCDNUbX3ysQwAkf0mAfoZZ5Nztysm_bt/s1600/holdme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNwQu2-0RMxQDnAyBAiZVr4wY5NUwMsgBYSl93QKLjm9b18V85RY74xJqCOS9hiW7uS21FOjPQgRLWIMpd60NBom3Zk-zcNz6eCPVuuWVM7_xCMCDNUbX3ysQwAkf0mAfoZZ5Nztysm_bt/s1600/holdme.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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I know he's doing this to protect me,<br />
To protect US,<br />
But I don't know if I can do this,<br />
Day after day of wondering if he's alright,<br />
Wondering if he's mad or just being careful,<br />
I know he's doing this because he loves me,<br />
But I still need reassurance that he isn't going to forget me for another girl,<br />
Or leave me on the roadside in the middle of nowhere,<br />
I know he won't,<br />
But I still can't help wondering,<br />
Does he regret ever meeting me?<br />
Ever building on our relationship?<br />
Ever spending long nights up on the phone singing me to sleep with his sweet voice and those love lullabies?<br />
Ever holding my hand or rubbing my back as we lay together under the stars by the ocean?<br />
Driving with the sun on our faces listening to Nicki Minaj?<br />
Or does he just really love me so much that it's all he can think of to save what we have together...<br />
It sucks being apart, yes,<br />
But he's worth it. ;) <3<br />
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*I saw a picture on photobucket and thought this up.*<br />
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STAY BEAUTIFUL!!! ;) <3Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-69988108773365293632011-03-27T15:15:00.000-08:002011-03-27T15:15:59.479-08:00The PromiseThe promise a man makes that he will never get up and leave you out of nowhere means more then they realize.<br />
When they say those words, "I Pormise...",<br />
You smile and remember why you love him so much.<br />
Why you call him your baby,<br />
Why you risk all you have,<br />
Why he's worth it,<br />
Why you miss him before you even part,<br />
And why his kisses sooth your restless soul like nothing else.<br />
The promises a man makes to yo are an ingredient in the glue that holds you together.<br />
The love a man shows you just proves that his promises will be kept.<br />
<3 :)Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-2869377883411483522010-12-07T16:46:00.000-09:002010-12-07T16:46:45.378-09:00BetrayalJust yesterday I was telling you all my greatest hopes and dreams,<br />
But today, you are nothing to me anymore,<br />
No longer a friend I can tell all my secrets to,<br />
You're crap to me,<br />
You're dead to me,<br />
I hate you, but I hurt because of the betrayal I feel.Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-71168782657580684362010-12-07T16:40:00.000-09:002010-12-07T16:40:47.283-09:00FriendshipFriendship...<br />
Is when you have eachother's backs on anything and everything.<br />
When you can spill your heart out to them and they'll listen.<br />
When you know you can trust them no matter what.<br />
When they can make you smile even when it's the worst part of your life.<br />
Or when they tell you what's up when you're screwing up.<br />
When you can cry on their shoulder for hours and they won't care.<br />
Or when you're sick and they hold your hair while you puke into the toilet bowl.<br />
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<span><span style="background-color: cyan;">The Irony Of Life Is That The Moment You Are Born, You Are Destined To Die.</span></span>Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-57662759475354068352010-12-04T22:37:00.000-09:002010-12-04T22:37:25.517-09:00An Interpretation Of My Poem, The ForestI wrote this poem because The Forest refers to something important to me.<br />
It's an important symbol in my life and dreams lately.<br />
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The Forest itself- I'm running through it, trying to save him.<br />
The Fog- I'm not exactly sure.<br />
Talking to me or calling for me- When I try to talk and he won't listen or he won't talk about it or he answer me.<br />
Holding Me Still and Tieing Me Down- Things holding me back, jealousy or pain maybe, or things in between us.<br />
Suffocating Me- Pain.<br />
Love Can't Just Vanish- When you told me that in one day, you didn't think you loved me anymore.<br />
That was Bull.Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-11181796878761980022010-12-04T22:30:00.000-09:002010-12-04T22:30:47.184-09:00The ForestI cry and I cry but this fog never seems to lift.<br />
I don't know where I am.<br />
This forest is unknown to me.<br />
I try to break through the forest into a clearing to find you...<br />
But I can't find your promises.<br />
They're lost,<br />
Somewhere deep in the chambers of my locked heart...<br />
Of your locked heart...<br />
This forest is here,<br />
So our love must be, too.<br />
I just need to find some way to unlock the hidden chambers of your heart now.<br />
But how can I when I may have locked away the key myself.<br />
How can I know if you won't talk to me,<br />
Won't call for me...<br />
I can see the moon...<br />
The stars in the sky,<br />
But the fog is still around me,<br />
It's blocking my vision,<br />
So I call out to you,<br />
But you don't answer me back...<br />
I feel lost...<br />
Alone...<br />
Afraid...<br />
And I can't complete my journey to you if this haze is holding me still<br />
and tieing me down,<br />
Holding my head under the water,<br />
Suffocating me,<br />
I can't breath...<br />
But will you run to save me,<br />
Like all the times before?<br />
Love can't vanish like I hope for the fog...<br />
You can't vanish...Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-37226385260210152922010-12-04T22:22:00.001-09:002010-12-04T22:22:18.169-09:00AnathemaMy cheeks are stained with dry tears that fell nearly an hour ago.<br />
Yet I still cry.<br />
I can't believe this is happening to me.<br />
Why? I don't know.<br />
I have no clue whatsoever why God chose me to play this harsh part.<br />
To make me stronger?<br />
To help me get over him, because it's been so long?<br />
I do not know why I live the life of an anathema...<br />
I don't even know how to deal with my so-called tragedies...<br />
I hear them say they care,<br />
but they still seem like just whispers in the wind now.Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-11902102035531384492010-12-04T22:17:00.001-09:002010-12-04T22:17:27.688-09:00Unnamed...help me name it pleaseI can't believe that it's almost Christmas time already...<br />
It seems as if my life is just passing by...<br />
The days blur together,<br />
Sometimes I feel like it's the day before,<br />
Like it's yesterday.<br />
It's all this bad luck,<br />
It isn't good for me.<br />
It's been a whole month of bad luck and it feels like it's still coming on strong.<br />
I don't know what to do anymore.<br />
My life is falling apart...<br />
I'm falling apart...<br />
It's all just...falling...Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-32562037072321431162010-12-02T22:21:00.000-09:002010-12-02T22:21:14.290-09:00MY FIRST KNITTED HAT!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi59Fc0BIABL5eCq71bRlSOlyCsfvxjJQ-g5rI6m6VM_9xrYQ5hffjzYEenkXRxn8VMYxNTs7FC0qCrkxKUXP-m__51Vg1RnNGO8BqD4E6wcIOihWA68p0Iu82SjWIm4XbTyC5KwGWefLqp/s1600/Photo+on+2010-12-02+at+22.14+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi59Fc0BIABL5eCq71bRlSOlyCsfvxjJQ-g5rI6m6VM_9xrYQ5hffjzYEenkXRxn8VMYxNTs7FC0qCrkxKUXP-m__51Vg1RnNGO8BqD4E6wcIOihWA68p0Iu82SjWIm4XbTyC5KwGWefLqp/s320/Photo+on+2010-12-02+at+22.14+%25232.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
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This is my first knitted hat! And...even better...its a slouchy hat!!! :) I used the Knifty Knitters Kit and made it for my friend Shula! :)Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-35269206309514130292010-12-01T20:10:00.001-09:002010-12-04T22:43:08.945-09:00The Harold SongThis song is one of my songs now, and one of my new favorite songs...Tells a story...and it tells part of mine...it's Ke$ha's song tho...hope you like it :)<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: cyan;"><b>"The Harold Song"</b></div><div style="background-color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">I miss your soft lips, I miss your white sheets</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">And this is so hard 'cuz I didn't see</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">That you were the love of my life and it kills me</div><div style="background-color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">I see your face in strangers on the street</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">I still say your name when I'm talking in my sleep</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">And in the limelight, I play it off fine</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">But I can't handle it when I turn off my night light</div><div style="background-color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">But I can't handle it when I turn off my night</div><div style="background-color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">Young love murder, that is what this must be</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">I would give it all to not be sleeping alone</div><div style="background-color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">The life is fading from me while you watch my heart bleed</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">Young love murder, that is what this must be</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">I would give it all to not be sleeping alone</div><div style="background-color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">I remember the time we jumped the fence when</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">The Stones were playing and we were too broke to get in</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">You held my hand and they made me crawl</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">I swear to God it was the best night of my life</div><div style="background-color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">Or when you took me across the world</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">We promised that this would last forever but now I see</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">It was my past life, a beautiful time</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">Drunk off of nothing but each other 'til the sunrise</div><div style="background-color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">Drunk off of nothing but each other 'til the sunrise</div><div style="background-color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">Young love murder, that is what this must be</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">I would give it all to not be sleeping alone</div><div style="background-color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">The life is fading from me while you watch my heart bleed</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">Young love murder, that is what this must be</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">I would give it all to not be sleeping alone</div><div style="background-color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">It was a past life, a beautiful time</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">Drunk off of nothing but each other 'til the sunrise</div><div style="background-color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">Young love murder, that is what this must be</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">I would give it all to not be sleeping alone</div><div style="background-color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">The life is fading from me while you watch my heart bleed</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">Young love murder, that is what this must be</div><div style="background-color: cyan;">I would give it all to not be sleeping alone </div>Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-4381767356531138492010-11-25T20:49:00.000-09:002010-11-25T20:49:12.738-09:00StarsTwinkling<br />
In the distance.<br />
Little Stars that shine bright<br />
So you can see their echo<br />
Through the night.<br />
My love for them,<br />
and the curiosity i have about them,<br />
How they're so beautiful.<br />
It puts a Smile on my face to see the stars.<br />
I always look for the Big Dipper.<br />
How proud it makes me feel to be an Alaskan is...<br />
Undescribable.<br />
Just like their Glow.<br />
I always look up and wonder...<br />
What would it be like to touch the moon?<br />
To be able to gaze at their beauty from a closer distance.<br />
To watch a shooting star pass just above you.<br />
To wish upon a star that you can feel the warmth from.<br />
To have the wish from the stars come true.<br />
Think About It... And next time, Smile at the stars. :)Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-25488440487218233742010-11-24T18:37:00.000-09:002010-11-24T18:37:58.067-09:00ProudOk...so I'm a Latter-Day Saint...I go to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Some of you may know it as being Mormon. Well in my church, you aren't supposed to drink Caffeine. Well there is DEFINITELY Caffeine in Red Bull! haha Anyways...today my dad let me and my brother split a Red Bull...and it was a BIG Red Bull...It was probably a 12 or 16 oz. Can. I was excited! I LOVE Red Bull! So my brother split it equally into our own cups and we sat down to eat dinner. I took a sip...YUM....but when I took another sip...something felt wrong.......I felt like if my parents looked at me I was going to get in HUGE trouble....well kinda like that...but I also felt like it was...I don't know, wrong maybe....and also like I should NOT be doing it. so I got up...walked over to my brother....and said,"Here." and went and sat back down again. I felt the Spirit sooo strong at that moment...I felt like I did the other day when I used $2 and bought one of those balloons to write my name on and Donate Presents for Kids who needed them or for Kids who didn't get presents on Christmas. I felt sooo good, and my eyes filled up with tears as I looked at my brother drinking it...and I was thankful for the gospel being in my life and for being strong enough to resist the temptation of Caffeine. I am truly PROUD of myself...I feel sooo good STILL... :)Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-14375664136040395732010-11-21T22:14:00.001-09:002010-11-22T15:29:18.936-09:00TUTTI!!! :3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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Hope u like it cuz its going IN your locker Monday morning! haha :)<span id="goog_959068623"></span><span id="goog_959068624"></span>Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-79082105352983560802010-11-18T16:09:00.004-09:002010-12-23T00:20:19.320-09:00Falling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7KGp8O6pIAgUlXOMM8ppYkEdyhy-YUdOQ5sX9NzYJvKtt6qybEKS_AQF3FWMqYY8gBAFzK8Y2EHzisgRZa7_wTF-b8SW0YR0t5_jWRqI_tGRYeeu6cbDpyWyBqAyeWXYRqpvksuwgD0-t/s1600/87990slht5mfyxl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7KGp8O6pIAgUlXOMM8ppYkEdyhy-YUdOQ5sX9NzYJvKtt6qybEKS_AQF3FWMqYY8gBAFzK8Y2EHzisgRZa7_wTF-b8SW0YR0t5_jWRqI_tGRYeeu6cbDpyWyBqAyeWXYRqpvksuwgD0-t/s320/87990slht5mfyxl.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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I feel like I’m trying but no one else does.<br />
I feel like I’m loving but no one needs to be loved.<br />
I feel like I’m falling and there’s no one to catch me.<br />
I feel like I need to scream at him, <br />
“Don’t make someone fall if you’re not going to catch them!<br />
You made ME fall and you did catch me, but you let me go <br />
And threw me off the edge.<br />
Then you caught me again.<br />
Now I'm falling through space.”<br />
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(possibly improvising this)<br />
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Russian Roulette is one of my favorite songs right now. It's by Rihanna, as you can see. I do think it would be stupid to play Russian Roulette. But here are the lyrics. :) <3<br />
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<b>"Russian Roulette"</b><br />
<br />
Uh, uh <i>[sound of taking breath]</i><br />
<br />
<i>[Verse 1]</i><br />
Take a breath,<br />
Take it deep. <br />
'Calm yourself', He says to me<br />
If you play, you play for keeps. <br />
Take the gun and count to three.<br />
Im sweating now,<br />
Moving slow,<br />
No time to think. My turn to go<br />
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<i>[Hook]</i><br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest.<br />
Said I'm terrified but I'm not leaving<br />
I know that I must pass this test<br />
So, just pull the trigger<br />
<br />
<i>[Verse 2]</i><br />
Say a prayer to yourself<br />
He says 'close your eyes, sometimes it helps'<br />
And then I get a scary thought<br />
That he's here - means he's never lost <br />
<br />
<i>[Hook]</i><br />
And you can see my heart beating.<br />
No, You can see it through my chest.<br />
Said I'm terrified but I'm not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test. <br />
So, just pull my trigger <br />
<br />
<i>[Bridge]</i><br />
As my life flashes before my eyes<br />
I'm wondering will I ever see another sunrise?<br />
So many won't get the chance to say good-bye<br />
But its too late to think of the value of my life<br />
<br />
<i>[Hook]</i><br />
And you can see my heart beating.<br />
No, You can see it through my chest.<br />
Said I'm terrified but I'm not leaving no<br />
know that I must pass this test.<br />
You can see my heart beating.<br />
Oh, You can see it through my chest.<br />
I'm terrified but I'm not leaving no<br />
know that I must pass this test.<br />
<br />
So, just pull the trigger<br />
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<i>[sound of taking a breath]</i><br />
<i>[sound of pulling the trigger. Gun shot]</i>Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-5497672613320081342010-11-16T22:53:00.001-09:002010-11-17T18:38:07.542-09:00It Smells Like You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYa0pIy1rY08rkUe_wz3jfWacs4wQvPEgUlr6vp0wHLeFQZPDyI3dg6qlq0xzc4Q4hIruxXu6RuepNedeIx41TfJSVjLE5cfe_yEm77zT3Tpr62Bmdlsqj_bP4sNcSonqWKDdX4a6nHeh/s1600/TruthPain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="66" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYa0pIy1rY08rkUe_wz3jfWacs4wQvPEgUlr6vp0wHLeFQZPDyI3dg6qlq0xzc4Q4hIruxXu6RuepNedeIx41TfJSVjLE5cfe_yEm77zT3Tpr62Bmdlsqj_bP4sNcSonqWKDdX4a6nHeh/s200/TruthPain.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I think you're worth the pain...</span></div>It smells like you.<br />
Of how my life used to be.<br />
How you used to hold me in your arms.<br />
It smells like you.<br />
Like when I was in love with you.<br />
I still am.<br />
The only difference is that now<br />
You don't tell me you love me anymore.<br />
I love it when it smells like you.<br />
Then I remember all the amazing times we had.<br />
Together.<br />
Our first kiss.<br />
When you held me in your arms in just the perfect way.<br />
It's all coming back to me now.<br />
I come around the corner into my Grandma's office,<br />
where we all hang out.<br />
And there you are.<br />
Sitting on your stool in all your perfectness.<br />
I catch my breath as you look up at me<br />
and smile,<br />
as I walk in the door.<br />
Smiling back, Always.<br />
I love it when I smell like you.Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-15268246301486512152010-11-16T22:28:00.003-09:002010-11-23T22:48:12.014-09:00Speed Bumps<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5QlB0IBtKXHXKqR5UmBmRvnKhR0avJbX9N79lTSEDg3cfjAaE31hN5F3Jehq1d6Ed7vMjcdJXJcp3bWTFd5FErWH8mC3DQlyaBksBAENtn2K0E3vEweNCIohnskfSfUpLoKhrAdXYc1OJ/s1600/images.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Speed Bumps on the road</div><div style="text-align: center;">are just obstacles on</div><div style="text-align: center;">my journey to you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Like Running through a forest</div><div style="text-align: center;">to get to you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I'll just slow</div><div style="text-align: center;">down and take it slow for now.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Because that is what I must do.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I'll be here.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I'll be your friend for a month.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And maybe then you'll realize, </div><div style="text-align: center;">you need me enough to love me again.</div>Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-14772027888639754772010-11-16T22:24:00.001-09:002010-11-16T22:37:15.597-09:00I don't know you anymore<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9kdrtkhjt90yifqBexNGseE39lpmVa-MOVNWrPHSmldZKYzYIXiMgVth2NhmLcnRI7zmkFvUfMzvNzRGdRMOA7V9UCDiNWNMk-nF5od_tBNiGbeneenT_11ABF9xle0rz8kVg-c5qzJtW/s1600/tears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9kdrtkhjt90yifqBexNGseE39lpmVa-MOVNWrPHSmldZKYzYIXiMgVth2NhmLcnRI7zmkFvUfMzvNzRGdRMOA7V9UCDiNWNMk-nF5od_tBNiGbeneenT_11ABF9xle0rz8kVg-c5qzJtW/s1600/tears.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why does your face look so familiar?</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know your name, </div><div style="text-align: center;">but I don't know who you are anymore.</div><div style="text-align: center;">When you look at me with those eyes, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I still melt.</div><div style="text-align: center;">When I hear your name, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I still laugh and get butterflies.</div><div style="text-align: center;">When you talk to me and you laugh, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I still fall in love, again and again.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I don't think I know who you are anymore.</div>Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-50395274988782145792010-11-16T17:49:00.000-09:002010-11-16T17:49:23.929-09:00DecemberDecember is hopefully going to be the latest, best part of my 2010 year.<br />
These songs kind of tell you why.<br />
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<br />
<br />
"Back To December"<br />
<br />
I'm so glad you made time to see me.<br />
How's life? Tell me how's your family<br />
I haven't seen them in a while.<br />
You've been good, busier than ever,<br />
We small talk, work and the weather,<br />
Your guard is up and I know why.<br />
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'cause the last time you saw me<br />
Is still burned in the back of your mind<br />
You gave me roses and I left them there to die.<br />
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So this is me swallowing my pride<br />
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night",<br />
And I go back to December all the time.<br />
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you.<br />
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.<br />
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right<br />
I go back to December all the time.<br />
<br />
These days I haven't been sleeping<br />
Staying up playing back myself leavin'<br />
When your birthday passed and I didn't call.<br />
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times,<br />
I watched you laughing from the passenger side.<br />
Realized that I loved you in the fall<br />
<br />
Then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind<br />
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was "Goodbye"<br />
<br />
So this is me swallowing my pride<br />
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night".<br />
And I go back to December all the time.<br />
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,<br />
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.<br />
I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind<br />
I go back to December all the time.<br />
<br />
I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right<br />
And how you held me in your arms that September night<br />
The first time you ever saw me cry<br />
<br />
Maybe this is wishful thinking,<br />
Probably mindless dreaming,<br />
If we loved again I swear I'd love you right...<br />
<br />
I'd go back in time and change it but I can't.<br />
So if the chain is on your door I understand.<br />
<br />
But this is me swallowing my pride<br />
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night"<br />
And I go back to December...<br />
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,<br />
Wishing that I'd realize what I had when you were mine.<br />
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right.<br />
I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind<br />
<br />
I'd go back to December all the time.<br />
All the time<br />
<br />
-Taylor SwiftAlaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-37773974575795618002010-11-16T16:25:00.002-09:002010-11-23T22:45:14.789-09:00Tricks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhid_m7o01M_hnAdRkjE0wAJJPl5bRLsE3aw9KFVdkufBo6m7EI0Dg54Ykj2sw56zqr28Xyyi8ufveN3KN-FLwoUMu6z4ZF6iajGp2v-whJs-UYaThSCIHrEC5ZK6VMxwYFUjMNYawMvoAg/s1600/hurt-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhid_m7o01M_hnAdRkjE0wAJJPl5bRLsE3aw9KFVdkufBo6m7EI0Dg54Ykj2sw56zqr28Xyyi8ufveN3KN-FLwoUMu6z4ZF6iajGp2v-whJs-UYaThSCIHrEC5ZK6VMxwYFUjMNYawMvoAg/s1600/hurt-1.jpg" /></a></div>She had duped me!<br />
I was fooled, <br />
I had been fooled from the beginning.<br />
I had trusted her, <br />
And she had played me.<br />
With her flirtatious smile<br />
And her ice cold eyes.<br />
I know I should have never told her anything.<br />
But I had, <br />
And she had used it against me.<br />
For what reasons, <br />
I’m still not sure.<br />
But he loves her and not me.<br />
But I love him and she doesn’t.<br />
So why am I the only one that doesn’t get what I want?<br />
Why did he make me fall when he caught me at first, but then let go later on?<br />
Don’t make someone fall for you unless you’re ready to catch them.<br />
<a href="http://akblueeyes.blogspot.com/"></a>Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-82800106114106300832010-11-15T21:09:00.001-09:002010-11-16T22:43:54.991-09:00I LOVE YOU.........<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfO2axqNTubknIcjoAxJ_Sf3uV9y2qNQUDY0bB-xNNnx6QMRmS5tIXBjVuCSgKViwHUzOAA5yVb-5-7oed-purf0lEU2tKNRAYI99TTL2mB-RT_OALCyhYDmY3iKe9rt2tLVBPWBpBAps9/s1600/hurt.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My heart is beating,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but its fading now.</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the land of my dreams,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hear it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">When i hear your name it gets faster.</div><div style="text-align: center;">When i think of you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The one i love.</div><div style="text-align: center;">When you say you love me,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I get butterflies.</div><div style="text-align: center;">When you tell me not to cry,</div><div style="text-align: center;">not to say those things,</div><div style="text-align: center;">tears spill down my cheeks.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But you tell me you're leaving.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I beg for you to stay.</div><div style="text-align: center;">For you to love me and not her.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know im not her.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But im related to her.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Isn't that enough?</div><div style="text-align: center;">I ask if you ever really loved me,</div><div style="text-align: center;">if you ever meant it</div><div style="text-align: center;">when you said i love you babe,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and held me in your arms.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You say you meant everything.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Every word.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But you couldnt decide now.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Even tho she doesnt want you back,</div><div style="text-align: center;">you still want her.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But i want you more.</div><div style="text-align: center;">'I love you' I say every night as i go to sleep.</div><div style="text-align: center;">'Night' you say back.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But my heartbeat is fading.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm fading.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But what ever happened to,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know,</div><div style="text-align: center;">But i'm with you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Isn't that what matters</div><div style="text-align: center;">And that I love you.</div>Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-14352106214354390972010-11-15T16:54:00.001-09:002010-11-15T17:22:13.567-09:00Shula........I know we've had our good times and our bad times, mostly good :), but I just want to tell you........<br />
That you're beautiful,<br />
You're funny,<br />
You're fun,<br />
You're amazing,<br />
You have a LOT of talent (of which I am VERY jealous) :),<br />
And you're just THE best friend <b><u>ANYONE </u></b>could ever dream of.<br />
I tried to find the perfect present for you, but I just couldn't find one.<br />
So HAPPY BIRFDAY, LOVE!!!!!!!!!<br />
I love you tons!!!!! :)<br />
And I hope this shows it! :)<br />
PS...I still am bringing your prezzy tomorrow haha :)<br />
LOVE YA!!! :) <3<br />
MaKayla Allysse Songer :) <3Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-70418805766748956202010-10-17T19:11:00.003-08:002010-10-17T19:11:50.171-08:00VOLLEYBALL!!!!!!!!! :)Okay, so this weekend we went to Delta Junction, Alaska to play 10 different teams. It was Varsity but three freshmen got to go. One being me and the other two being Anna and Cassi. So we got 2nd place!!! It was INSANE!!! i was so happy. And i got to play too!!! :) but anyways, yeah. It was a FUN trip!!! :)Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840539562299796394.post-88283818751410826912010-10-06T16:20:00.000-08:002010-10-06T16:20:41.568-08:00OH MY!!! GAMESSSSSSSS!!!!!! So this weekend is volleyball games. How excited I am! I love being in the middle of a game. but even more then that I love hearing the crowd cheering and the girls yelling at us on the bench. "GO MAKAYLA!!! GOOD JOB GIRLS!!!" And I LOVE!!! Love Love Love when we win and were in that millisecond of silence before we all start screaming and jumping up and down and high fiving everyone! Great stuff! :)<br />
I miss my little cousins sooo much tho! :) That would be my shout out to my Aunt Becky and Uncle Jared and Famous Cousins Amelia Louise and Hallie Kingston, along with Hallie-kins' mommy and daddy, Uncle Jake and Aunt Leslie! :) Love You guys!!! :) Hope you're feeling better guys! :)Alaska_Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05480717022412755183noreply@blogger.com0