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Ah! (that was a regal, noble sigh) another 4th of July passed and gone. I remember last years 4th quite well....I was at the Disneyland 4th of July Spectaculaaaarrr!!!! However due to winds of higher elevation the ceremony was 'modified'. Well modified is in the eyes of the beholder, because I'm pretty sure it was one of the most super-rad things I have ever seen. I went with my big sister,

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Welcome to the roaring 20's, and by 20's I mean the ages between 20 and 29, and by roaring I mean yawning.

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Ode to the life I'm living. Right now I am sitting on the couch with my two room mates; Billy and Brandon, watching The Matrix. I should probably mention that it (the couch) is a black leather wrap around couch, circa 1980's, one you might find the prop room of the movie American Psycho. The dog is here too, his name is Cody. He is a Belgium Shepherd, who in human form would probably be an 8th

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"Dad can we go to The GAP?""The what?""The GAP.""What are you talking about? Go to a what?""The GAP, its a store. ""Oh...a store for what?""For clothes. Can we go?""You need clothes?""Sort of. Yea.""Why don't you want to go to Nordstrom's?""It's not like I don't wanna go to Nordstrom's...I'd just rather go to the

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Tonight I did Power Yoga. I thought it would be nice to get my muscles warmed up beforehand, so I went for a long power walk/jog along the beach. Unfortunately.....I did not know my body was going to be subject to Medieval torture. While I sit here with aching muscles that I didn't know I had, my mind begins to drift and I lucidly recall the last scene from the movie 'Braveheart'. I have more in

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When I was little I loved boxes. Every time my parents got a large home appliance, I would be thrilled to find an oversized cardboard box just waiting to be cut, pasted, and propped into a car/house/world/hideout. Now I was recently on the phone with my good friend Kimmy, and it was one of those pointless conversations, you know? I was laying on my bed bopping my feet, twirling the cord of my

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Men want to be manly.Women like to be told who they are, and men like to tell people who they are. Women enjoy a sincere letter, a public declaration, while a man beams and struts knowing that everyone can see his black-eye, big truck, or beard. These are not negative attributes, if anything they wonderful complexities that make men and women who they are.Like I said earlier; Men want to be manly

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I am on vacation with my friend Kimmy's family, the Dumonts. I have mentioned them before, they have two dogs; The first is Molly, the Dumont's 13-year old, emaciated dog that seems to be suffering from ADD and dimensia who reminds me of a 95-year old female P.E. teacher who smokes and calls her male students "sonny". The other is Maddie, a 9-year old Maltese. Due to the Dumont's busy schedule,

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Another Arizona weekend in Agritopia. My sister and her family are currently at a family arts & crafts class, and I am sitting in my favorite jeans, the ones that have a hole on the crotch (mentioned in previous blog) watching Star Wars. We are meeting later for an authentic Japanese steakhouse dinner! My last trip to one of those was in Seattle with my dad and stepmom Karen. My dad was so

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There are so many things to write about, so much that I don't think I can provide much of a structure for a well put together story at this point, therefore I am going to make a bullet pointed list of the recent happenings in the sands of my hourglass life.1) My dad signed up for face book. After the odd wide eyed look wore off my face, I told my sister about the advancement in my father's social

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I'm visiting this time for another Meyer's family Christmas, each one is different than the one before. Inconsistency is the consistency my family thrives upon, like the cast of a highly addictive reality TV show. I decided to head out of LA late at night to avoid traffic, however midway through the drive I encountered a mile long line of 'wide load' vehicles transporting large airplane parts. I

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I am staring at my computer screen, with a disgruntled look. iTunes now offers a new "Genius" option for listeners. How it works is it takes the songs in your library and from that music information it comprises a new playlist, and 'introduces you to music you'll love'. I am sure I would be thrilled about this, except for the fact that 'Genius' has just informed me that I am going to love Paris

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Quick note: I can't whistle in tune. I have been trying all morning. I was whistling 'Monday, Monday' by the Mama's and the Papas, and thought I had it, until a guy at work walked by and said "Heeey, Star Trek, nice ". I frowned. Not only was I out of tune, but a trekkie as well.Though my dad had already informed the family via phone call, voice mail, text (which was choppy, and for the most part

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I just watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I had an iffy day, so I figured why not watch a classic? I would have watched Little Women, but I thought it best to avoid crying. However now I find myself bitter and analytical, which is what happens when we watch our favorite childhood films. Why havent I learned to keep these movies in my memories vault, instead of digging them out and setting

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This weekend I traveled to the dry and elderly populated state of Arizona. I drove out to visit my pregnant sister and attend the baby shower her friends threw for her. I knew the trip wouldn't involve much activity. Whether my sister is pregnant or not, she is a busy woman. Melissa (my sister) is getting her masters, working full time, and taking care of a husband and stepkids. My sister does

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It has been a long week. It probably seems that way to me because I have been awake for most of it. Double shifts at work, so and so forth. Last night I had the opportunity to be in bed on time, but of course I got distracted from the pasionate goal I had set for myself that morning at 5am "Im coming straight home after work, and I'm going to bed. I dont care about anything else, people of the

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"Girls Weekend!", and so it was decided, myself and four friends; Hayley, Nicole, Jenna and Noel would venture for an entire weekend to the foreign and spectacular land of Santa Barbara! It started out like every road trip; loud music, over the top ideas, inaccurate budgeting only to be followed by an awkward silence as everyone realizes they'd be spending more than they intended to. Nevertheless

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Today I had one email in my inbox, and it was from Bev Mo. I really don't know where to go from here.

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Is it just me, or, according to a majority of women "that song" is going to be playing at their wedding. How long are the weddings of the next generation going to be? These play lists keep getting longer....and longer. Sometimes, in car full of girls I find it pointless to express my appreciation for a song, I know that I will only be overpowered by several voices "I have always loved this song!"

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From the moment I woke up this morning I vowed to go back to sleep as soon as I possibly could. Like it is the most important mission of my life to finish this day and sleep. These sorts of days should be few and far between, unfortunately I am part tool, and easily swayed out of the plans I have so passionately made for myself. Will I hit the hay by 6pm? No....I'll end up walking behind a group

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Is there a mid-point between channel surfing, and watching a show? I think I'm doing that right now. Watching just enough to know what's going on, and changing the channel before I make a firm decision that the people I'm watching are idiots.do you ever just hope you're special? That maybe there is something extraordinary about you that not even you know about. Maybe one day, in the middle of

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Alright Los Angeles....why do you have no good men? I remember a time where I had crushes, and daydreams. But since living in L.A. things have changed, it is now mandatory for me to ask myself "Is he gay?...." If the answer is no, I must then ask myself "Does he wear more mousse than me?" If a man's hair is glossy and stands on end more than 1/2 inch....I must close that door firmly and lock it.

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"He's mean.""But he's so cute."how many times have I heard this?Date down and you'll never frown. That's my motto.Well here I am....watching TV and there's a commercial for Puff Daddy's "Sean Combs" clothing line. Does he know that most of his clothes end up at Ross and TJ Maxx? Maybe someone should tell him. Like the owner of Reebok or Fila, because they reside there too. Today good day....minus

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First of all, my laptop, for some reason Mac won't explain, is hotter than backdraft and burning my lap. I've sitting here practically sweating and not knowing why. I then realized that the noise of an auxilary fan I had been hearing for the last 20 minutes was in fact coming from my MacBook. Now I have to flip over and lay on my stomach, which only gives me about 10 minutes for the neck cramp

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"Shoot for the moon, because if you miss you'll land among the stars". Too bad there are no stars surrounding the moon, and the closest one happens to be the sun. As if it isn't enough to fail, and have your dreams shattered. Now you are dead on the sun. Thank you Hallmark.Here I am at Easter Sunday with my friend Kimmy Dumont's family. She moved to Denver about a month ago, but I still make the

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While driving to my internship this morning, I stopped at a red light, looked to my right and saw a homeless man holding a cardboard sign. The sign read "FATHER OF 4, HUNGRY, INJURED IN WAR, NO LEGS". What troubled me was not the whereabouts of his children, his hunger, or possible PTS......but that he had two legs. Did he borrow somebody else's sign? I was confused, and obviously staring at him.

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Okay, I didn't know what to name the blog. I tried to think of things people like....or want....something cool, ya know? Basically I just watched the movie Sandlot, and what those kids wanted was Wendy Peffercorn, the lifeguard that Michael "Squints" Palledorous puts the moves on at the community pool...maybe I should name it later. We'll see how Wendy does. Then again people give boats and cars

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