<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:43:09.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Like Home</title><subtitle type='html'>There's something in your eyes 
that makes me want to lose myself
makes me want to lose myself
in your arms.
There's something in your voice 
that makes my heartbeat fast, 
hope this feeling lasts the rest of my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-115153164073920730</id><published>2006-06-28T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T14:54:00.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pura Vida!</title><content type='html'>Well i just got back from my second trip to Costa Rica and it was even more amazing than last year! God is working in crazy ways down there and it keeps reassuring me of his faithfulness. The ticos never cease to amaze me in their love and kindness. If only I could be like that all of the time. I wanted to bring them all home with me. And now its back to scooping away at the coldstone.&lt;br /&gt;This is the ridiculously hot dance team that we had in Cachi. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3935/871/320/Picture%20062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-115153164073920730?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/115153164073920730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=115153164073920730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/115153164073920730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/115153164073920730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2006/06/pura-vida.html' title='Pura Vida!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-114410865195257882</id><published>2006-04-03T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:57:31.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving at the speed of sound</title><content type='html'>i'm a senior in 2 months! that is so scary to me! ah.....i dont think i am ready for this. why does life go by so fast?? its like i blink and i'm a year older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-114410865195257882?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/114410865195257882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=114410865195257882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/114410865195257882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/114410865195257882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2006/04/moving-at-speed-of-sound.html' title='moving at the speed of sound'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-114108577518212859</id><published>2006-02-27T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:16:15.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OoH i GoT a CrUsH oN yOu</title><content type='html'>So i have never really thought about it before, but there is definitely a reason that a crush is called a &lt;em&gt;crush&lt;/em&gt;. Because as fun and mushy gushy as they can be, they can totally crush your heart. And why do i even let my heart get involved in a crush? Really i mean come on now, it's a crush for goodness sakes, not a boyfriend or anything that i could call my own. It's just this hope that lingers through my days, a smile, a glance, a hello. But those lead to the almost disgusting mushiness that make them so exciting. And i guess thats why i still crush, for the mush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-114108577518212859?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/114108577518212859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=114108577518212859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/114108577518212859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/114108577518212859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2006/02/ooh-i-got-crush-on-you.html' title='OoH i GoT a CrUsH oN yOu'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-113946468401529179</id><published>2006-02-08T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:58:04.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So there is this one guy...</title><content type='html'>i have this friend...and i'd have to say that he's pretty cool. he loves to talk, especially about things that he's passionate about. he goes on these tangents that can last for hours, but it's ok cuz i love listening. he brings up things that i would never have thought of, and he really challenges the way that i think, which i like. he mixes up the vowels in my name, but we understand each other when we can't verablize what we're thinking, so i'll overlook that. he's really smart, but i think that he doesn't realize &lt;em&gt;how &lt;/em&gt;smart he is. not only is he book smart, but he's pretty life smart. he helps me when i'm struggling and gives me honest advice. he worries about college but i know that he'll get into the best one. we sit in slides on playgrounds and talk about the people that we like. we wonder why we like the people we do, and why the heck do things not work out the way we want them to? when he leaves, i'll probably cry because my conrad will be gone. but i know that we will stay friends because that's just how things are between us. oh, and he always bothers me to update my blog, so this one's for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-113946468401529179?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/113946468401529179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=113946468401529179' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/113946468401529179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/113946468401529179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-there-is-this-one-guy.html' title='So there is this one guy...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-113261627201002518</id><published>2005-11-21T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:37:52.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so old</title><content type='html'>welp, i'm the big 1-7 now and to be honest i don't feel any different. do you ever notice how people ALWAYS ask you that after your birthday? "do you feel any older?" and of course the answer is always NO. i guess what i feel is nostalgia. i love that word. but then again i feel nostalgic all the time. i feel weird that this is my 2nd to last christmas at home. i feel weird that i only have 2 more birthdays of being a teenager. i feel scared that I am growing up so fast. i am realizing that "the big kids" whom i looked up to when i was younger really aren't so big. because i'm one of those kids now, and i feel small and immature. i feel like my adolescence is slipping through my fingers like sand, and before i know it i'm gonna be old and wrinkly. i wish i could just stop time for a little while and bask in the excitement of my youth, but i know that it can't and won't happen. i guess thats just one of the things you learn about growing up, that you can't control it. and thats hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-113261627201002518?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/113261627201002518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=113261627201002518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/113261627201002518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/113261627201002518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-so-old.html' title='i&apos;m so old'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-113080276137329205</id><published>2005-10-31T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T15:52:41.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushover People Pleaser</title><content type='html'>"It's like I said, you can't go through life just trying to please people."&lt;br /&gt;- the amazing Nathan Hooks&lt;br /&gt;Recently i have been chatting with this kid about all of the drama in my life and he has brought to my attention the fact that I try way too hard to make people happy.  It's exhasting and for the most part totally not worth it. People are gonna make mountains out of molehills no matter what you do, and i need to realize that I have no control over how people respond to the things I do.&lt;br /&gt;...hey nate i'm starting a database of all of your insightful quotes starting right......NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-113080276137329205?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/113080276137329205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=113080276137329205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/113080276137329205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/113080276137329205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/10/pushover-people-pleaser.html' title='Pushover People Pleaser'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-112993748232651161</id><published>2005-10-21T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T16:31:22.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swingin' Baby!</title><content type='html'>Booya grandma! Yeah so earlier this volleyball season i was really sad cuz I didn't make varsity. But then it didn't really matter cuz i absolutely loved my JV team, we were the BOMB. I became such good friends with all of my girls and we had an amazing season. But at our last practice i found out they were pulling me up to varsity for their post season and i am STOKED. I get to serve and play back row which is my favorite! Woop Woop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-112993748232651161?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/112993748232651161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=112993748232651161' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112993748232651161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112993748232651161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/10/swingin-baby.html' title='Swingin&apos; Baby!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-112950206417728841</id><published>2005-10-16T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T15:34:24.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah I'll Wait for That...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WAIT FOR THE GUY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who calls you beautiful instead of hot.&lt;br /&gt;who calls you back even though you just hung up on him -- who thinks you're perfect even though he knows the worst things about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAIT FOR THE BOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;who kisses your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;who wants to show you off to the world when you're in a t-shirt and sweatpants.&lt;br /&gt;Who holds your hand in front of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Who thinks you’re just as pretty without makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAIT FOR THE MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.&lt;br /&gt;The one who takes the lead and isn't afraid to be the man. The one who turns to His friends and says, "That's her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think every girl wants a guy like that. It may be unrealistic, i understand that. But a girl can dream, right? It's better than settling for a mediocre guy who won't treat you the way that you deserve. I got this little "Wait for the Guy" thing from my dearest Ash Coop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-112950206417728841?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/112950206417728841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=112950206417728841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112950206417728841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112950206417728841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-yeah-ill-wait-for-that.html' title='Oh Yeah I&apos;ll Wait for That...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-112915680174428666</id><published>2005-10-12T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T15:40:01.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Krazy Klutz</title><content type='html'>Well yeah, so today we had the PSAT and we got out of school at 11 and a bunch of my volleyball girls and i went to Chipotle and it was great fun. Then we decided to go to Dinosaur Park (this park down in Denver) just to mess around and I definitely had one of my most embarrassing moments. I wanted to be cool and jump over this little creek/river thing and show off. So i get this running start and as i'm mid-air i realize there is no possible way that i'm gonna make it to the other side. I tucked into a ball and rolled onto the ground, just barely missing the creek. But i guess before i jumped i never realized this HUGE puddle in the grass where I would be landing. So yeah my entire right butt cheek was dripping wet, and i was wearing GREY sweats, so it was totally noticeable. Yeah, that's my story. Another embarrassing moment to add to my never-ending list of things that i'll never be able to live down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-112915680174428666?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/112915680174428666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=112915680174428666' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112915680174428666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112915680174428666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/10/krazy-klutz.html' title='Krazy Klutz'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-112900099836844932</id><published>2005-10-10T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:23:18.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Love With Frost (Robert that is)</title><content type='html'>So yeah the other day i was talking with a good friend of mine about the crossroads of our lives, and a line from "The Road Not Taken" popped into my head. And I've always liked that poem a lot because of how you can apply it to so many situations in life. So yeah, here is my fave poem of the moment...&lt;br /&gt;"The Road Not Taken"&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;-Robert Frost (the freaking best poet ever)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-112900099836844932?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/112900099836844932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=112900099836844932' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112900099836844932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112900099836844932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-in-love-with-frost-robert-that-is.html' title='I&apos;m in Love With Frost (Robert that is)'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-112846116075664791</id><published>2005-10-04T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:26:00.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands, Preps, Teeth</title><content type='html'>I've realized through my experiences in the past year that death is one of the most surreal things to me. Like, i know that the person is dead, but i still feel like i could see them around. Like i'll bump into them at the mall, or see that person at family dinners, but that's never gonna happen. It's almost as if all of a sudden they vanished from the face of the earth, which in a sense, they did. I dunno, it's way confusing to me.....&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS....i don't exactly want to just talk about death on this post because i had a question to ask y'all. What, to you, is the most attractive feature in the opposite sex? And it doesn't just have to be physical.&lt;br /&gt;Mine I would have to say is hands. If a guy has good hands...awww. I melt. And i'm a sucker for preps. But a random guy walking down the street with his collar popped isn't necessarily hot just cuz of the popped collar, he's gotta have the attitude to go with it. It's like the prep &lt;em&gt;package&lt;/em&gt;, he's gotta have the clothes and the air of a prep and i'll pretty much start drooling. Oh yeah, and i can't forget good teeth! So....yeah, just let me know what y'all like!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Conrad, i posted cuz you told me to, otherwise i probably wouldn't have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-112846116075664791?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/112846116075664791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=112846116075664791' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112846116075664791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112846116075664791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/10/hands-preps-teeth.html' title='Hands, Preps, Teeth'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-112779087749036203</id><published>2005-09-26T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:19:00.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just wish you could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just one or two worries&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can take it&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can bear it, or how to bear it&lt;br /&gt;I've never encountered this loss before&lt;br /&gt;I feel numb, like i'm watching someone else's life&lt;br /&gt;So take my hand and don't let go&lt;br /&gt;Cuz if you don't I know I'll get lost&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let go, not now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-112779087749036203?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/112779087749036203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=112779087749036203' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112779087749036203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112779087749036203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-much.html' title='So Much'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-112744374341666708</id><published>2005-09-22T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:49:03.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Comforting</title><content type='html'>My AP Bio teacher, "All of your deepest thoughts are just sodiums passing through membranes in your brain."&lt;br /&gt;That made me feel real good...not. Haha. Whatev.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-112744374341666708?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/112744374341666708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=112744374341666708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112744374341666708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112744374341666708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/09/thats-comforting.html' title='That&apos;s Comforting'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-112682902893842745</id><published>2005-09-15T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T17:03:48.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESSING!</title><content type='html'>Ok so everyone always says junior year is the hardest one, and for a while i believed them, but that was before i was a junior. in the beginning of this school year i was like, "oh yeah i can totally do this, i don't have that much homework, blah blah." well yeah it is now SO HARD! like SO DIFFICULT. i used to be the girl who could just not study and still whip out an A, but not anymore. i have been getting Bs and Cs on tests! AGH! Goodbye valedictorian dreams, even though i sorta gave those up last year. but yeah, i hate having to actually WORK for my grades, it totally sucks. plus SATs and ACTs are coming up, and ugh. But life is still good. I am glad that I am busy. Oh and when are matrices EVER going to help me in real life???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-112682902893842745?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/112682902893842745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=112682902893842745' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112682902893842745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112682902893842745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/09/stressing.html' title='STRESSING!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-112590614766222173</id><published>2005-09-05T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T00:42:27.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Connor</title><content type='html'>Well Connor was getting on my case about how I never post anymore, so I am posting. Welp, life is good, nothing to complain about. I am so stinkin excited for my homecoming and for AHS's homecoming even though it is like a month  away, i dont care. I'm so stoked. I have this SWEET dress that my best bud Nat helped me pick out. Yeehaw. K, well i am so tired and nat and i just finished watching count of monte cristo, so now we are probably gonna go in the basement, snuggle up, and talk about boys till we fall asleep. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-112590614766222173?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/112590614766222173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=112590614766222173' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112590614766222173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112590614766222173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-for-connor.html' title='This is for Connor'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-112123190383822358</id><published>2005-07-12T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:18:23.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>OK, so the other day I was talking with Nate, Shay, and Natalie and we were talking about emotions. And I've talked with my mom about it before, and she pointed out that emotions are not always truth. When I mentioned this, not everyone agreed. So...I want to hear all of your input. Please be completely honest, cause I'd like to know your opinion. Are your emotions truth?.....or do they just distort your perception of truth? And make you believe things that actually aren't true or real?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-112123190383822358?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/112123190383822358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=112123190383822358' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112123190383822358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112123190383822358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/07/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-112105666279027846</id><published>2005-07-10T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T21:37:42.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love List Cont.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3935/871/1600/Img1302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3935/871/320/Img1302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Milk and cookies&lt;br /&gt;52. Really comfy couches that you just sink into&lt;br /&gt;53. How my arm-wrestling friend Nathan can help me realize the simplest way to solve my problems, and how he always cheers me up.&lt;br /&gt;54. Flirting&lt;br /&gt;55. Everything about Breckenridge&lt;br /&gt;56. Dipping bread in soup&lt;br /&gt;57. Paintballing&lt;br /&gt;58. Cookie Dough&lt;br /&gt;59. Waking up and realizing I don't actually have to wake up for a few more hours&lt;br /&gt;60.Buying jewelry&lt;br /&gt;61. English accents&lt;br /&gt;62. Tasty smelling clear lipgloss&lt;br /&gt;63. Feeling girly&lt;br /&gt;64. Playing soccer with my friends&lt;br /&gt;65. Going to airports&lt;br /&gt;66. Finding cute shoes that fit my massive feet&lt;br /&gt;67. When Friesen acts tough&lt;br /&gt;68.Singing in the shower&lt;br /&gt;69. The smell of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;70. When someone tells me I made their day&lt;br /&gt;71. The color green&lt;br /&gt;72. Spearmint gum&lt;br /&gt;73. Sunsets&lt;br /&gt;74. Looking back on my past and noticing my growth as a person.&lt;br /&gt;75. Rollercoasters&lt;br /&gt;76. Chillin with my boys&lt;br /&gt;77. Pictures (especially candids)&lt;br /&gt;78. Going to sports games (Nuggets, Rockies, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;79. Paying people surprise visits&lt;br /&gt;80. When gas prices go down&lt;br /&gt;81. The feeling right after you brush your teeth&lt;br /&gt;82. Small boutiques&lt;br /&gt;83. The smell and warmth of towels fresh from the dryer&lt;br /&gt;84. Accomplishing a goal&lt;br /&gt;85. Red brick houses&lt;br /&gt;86. The feeling in my stomach when I see a bride walk down the aisle, and the excitement of knowing that I'll someday be taking that special stroll myself.&lt;br /&gt;87. Everything about the magic of weddings&lt;br /&gt;88. The smell of Hollister&lt;br /&gt;89. Watching "The Parent Trap" (the one with Lindsey Lohan)&lt;br /&gt;90. Lying in bed and hearing the sound of rain falling outside&lt;br /&gt;91. The white houses in Greece&lt;br /&gt;92. Basically all European architecture esp. castles&lt;br /&gt;93. Really poofy cumulus clouds&lt;br /&gt;94. Falling asleep as soon as my head hits my pillow&lt;br /&gt;95. Finding $ in my jackets from last winter&lt;br /&gt;96. The smell of clean babies&lt;br /&gt;97. Knowing you can trust someone&lt;br /&gt;98. The song "Feels Like Home" by Chantel Kreviazuk&lt;br /&gt;99. The comfort of my room&lt;br /&gt;100. Being happy without a reason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-112105666279027846?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/112105666279027846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=112105666279027846' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112105666279027846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112105666279027846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-love-list-cont.html' title='My Love List Cont.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-112080634472636355</id><published>2005-07-07T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T00:05:44.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You Sleep?</title><content type='html'>I am tired and cannot sleep so here are some pictures from Costa Rica that I love.....enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3935/871/1600/Img1401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3935/871/320/Img1401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            After the resort: Happy Lynds, Sunburned me, and Tired/Stoned? David...jk               &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3935/871/1600/Img1387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3935/871/320/Img1387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                Dinner Time!! at the Fiesta Resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3935/871/1600/Img1243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3935/871/320/Img1243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Cheesy Smiles at the Burger King in Cartago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3935/871/1600/Img1442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3935/871/320/Img1442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             My beloved Tico Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3935/871/320/Img1355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                               What a great looking bunch of kids! My goodness!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-112080634472636355?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/112080634472636355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=112080634472636355' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112080634472636355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112080634472636355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-are-you-sleep.html' title='Where Are You Sleep?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-112075887054790321</id><published>2005-07-07T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:55:17.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That I Absolutely Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3935/871/1600/Img11631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3935/871/320/Img11631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3935/871/1600/Img0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. When you get at unexpected massage, and not any of those short, wimpy ones, but i mean like a long, full massage &lt;br /&gt;2. Really thick fog&lt;br /&gt;3. The wobbly way that toddlers run&lt;br /&gt;4. Walking into a house and smelling something baking&lt;br /&gt;5. Receiving a call from a friend just to say "hello" 6. When someone compliments me on not just how I look, but on my personality&lt;br /&gt;7. Sleeping in my own bed after a long trip&lt;br /&gt;8. Cookies straight from the oven&lt;br /&gt;9. Getting a thoughtful gift out of the blue from a friend or family member&lt;br /&gt;10. When friends burn me CDs with their favorite songs on it&lt;br /&gt;11. When my parents tell me they are proud of me&lt;br /&gt;12. Those picture booths that give those strips of goofy pictures of me and my friends&lt;br /&gt;13. When my crush talks to me or hugs me&lt;br /&gt;14. Hitting a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; good serve in volleyball&lt;br /&gt;15. The song "I'll Be" by Edwin McCain&lt;br /&gt;16. My black Nike Sweatpants&lt;br /&gt;17. When my lil bro offers to pay for me when we go out&lt;br /&gt;18. When my favorite song of the moment comes on the radio&lt;br /&gt;19. Driving with the windows down and rockin out to my music&lt;br /&gt;20. ICE CREAM&lt;br /&gt;21. Making more money than I expected when I babysit&lt;br /&gt;22. People noticing small things that make me happy&lt;br /&gt;23. Watching a friend open a present that I've given them&lt;br /&gt;24. Having my driver's license&lt;br /&gt;25. Getting a new pair of jeans that fit perfectly&lt;br /&gt;26. My nana's cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;27. Dancing with my friends&lt;br /&gt;28. Laughing so hard that I almost pee my pants&lt;br /&gt;29. Dreaming about my future boyfriend/husband&lt;br /&gt;30. Watching gushy, girly movies&lt;br /&gt;31. When my prayers are answered in a way I never even thought possible&lt;br /&gt;32. Having epiphanies&lt;br /&gt;33. Writing in my journal about anything and everything&lt;br /&gt;34. When a friend calls me up to go get coffee or lunch (pretty much whenever someone wants to take time out of their day to hang out with me)&lt;br /&gt;35. Thought-provoking quotes&lt;br /&gt;36. Getting butterflies in my stomach when I see the guy I like&lt;br /&gt;37. Cherry Icee's&lt;br /&gt;38. Real World&lt;br /&gt;39. The thought of a boy throwing rocks at my window in the middle of the night to wake me up&lt;br /&gt;40. The Brown Palace&lt;br /&gt;41. Concerts&lt;br /&gt;42. Birthday Parties&lt;br /&gt;43. Laughing with my family&lt;br /&gt;44. When I'm able to cheer people up&lt;br /&gt;45. Having really deep conversations&lt;br /&gt;46. Super chocolatey milk&lt;br /&gt;47. Running a really hurdles race (beating my PR)&lt;br /&gt;48. Drinking ice cold water after a long hard run&lt;br /&gt;49. Disney Princesses&lt;br /&gt;50. Polo shirts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-112075887054790321?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/112075887054790321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=112075887054790321' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112075887054790321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112075887054790321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/07/things-that-i-absolutely-love.html' title='Things That I Absolutely Love'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-112054159971307153</id><published>2005-07-04T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T22:33:19.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Orosi Please</title><content type='html'>May I just say that culture shock really sucks. I want to go back to Costa Rica more than anything in the world right now. I feel like a part of me is missing...like I left my heart in Costa Rica. The U.S. doesn't hold the sparkle that it used to. It seems dull and corrupt to me now. I just want to be back in my Tico home in Orosi eating gallo pinto at every meal and walking over to Nathan, Natalie, and Ashley's street to hang out whenever we wanted to. I miss speaking spanish and I really just miss living such a humble, simple life. I miss my Tico and her always understanding smile. I miss Wilberth and the way that he said my name. I even miss that dorky hand gesture thing they would do all the freaking time. I just wanna go back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-112054159971307153?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/112054159971307153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=112054159971307153' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112054159971307153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112054159971307153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/07/more-orosi-please.html' title='More Orosi Please'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-112019229302162670</id><published>2005-06-30T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T21:31:33.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Land of Plenty, Where All We Want Is More</title><content type='html'>Returning back to the states was a bittersweet experience. More emphasis on the bitter part. I've been on 2 missions trips to Mexico before, and on each one of them I have realized how extremely blessed I am. But there was just something about the quiet town of Orosi in the countryside of Costa Rica that really touched my heart. Something about it made me realize that it's not &lt;em&gt;things &lt;/em&gt;that make these friendly Ticos happy, it's the relationships with their friends and families that make them content. Here in the states we have everything we could dream of, and yet i've noticed that people here are far less happy. I guess God just really laid upon my heart the importance of relationships. And how I can show His love not only through my words, but more importantly through my actions. I want to share a verse that Ash Coop pointed out to me that seems like the unofficial verse of the trip to me. It's Jeremiah 29:13, "You will seek me and find me when you seek me with your whole heart." I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-112019229302162670?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/112019229302162670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=112019229302162670' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112019229302162670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/112019229302162670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-in-land-of-plenty-where-all-we.html' title='Back in the Land of Plenty, Where All We Want Is More'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-111879627874642683</id><published>2005-06-14T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:44:38.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One of Those Days</title><content type='html'>Today was just one of those days where it felt like everything was going wrong and there was nothing I could do about it. And I really wanted to be in a good mood, but it just seemed like i could couldn't pull myself out of the hole i was in. First I overslept. Then I got my paycheck and it was a whole heck of a lot less than I thought it would be, or maybe even less than it SHOULD be. Then I had to run all around town to get all of this random stuff and i was just so sick of driving. Then my cool Steve Madden sunglasses broke (I can never seem to hold onto a good pair of sunglasses for more than a month, I'm convinced I'm cursed). But then i had a pool party with my bestest friends in the world, so that really brightened my day. They make me so happy. And now I'm really sunburned...but I like having more color and getting more freckles. Haha. 2 more days till Costa Rica!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-111879627874642683?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/111879627874642683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=111879627874642683' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111879627874642683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111879627874642683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just One of Those Days'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-111834127386187726</id><published>2005-06-09T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T11:21:13.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much For My Happy Ending</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think that what I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I want, isn't' really what I want. My brain keeps telling me that I desire someone so much that I'll never be able to let go of him. Because that's how badly I want and need him. But then the realistic side of me tells me that I have to give it up, move on, turn the page. It's almost as if all of those sappy chick-flicks are affecting my cycles of thinking by convincing me that I have to hold onto feelings for someone in case he wakes up all of a sudden and realizes that I am everything he always wanted while he was on his journey for meaning, and all along I was right here. Well I don’t want to let those emotions manipulate who I am. Because my emotions do not define who I am. Emotions are not reality. They may have pieces of truth in them, but they are often very deceiving. I think this whole time I have been rationalizing every single daydream I've dreamt about someone when all along, I've really just been hurting myself. Yes, a girl has a right to daydream. But creating an alternate dreamland where he is my king and I am his queen can lead to a royal disaster. When I start to believe that he's the person I imagine him to be instead of the person who he is, that's where my heart is let down. Cuz see, in all those chick flicks, the girls' daydreaming never goes to waste. Because inevitably, her dream guy will toss a few pebbles at her moonlit window to tell her that she's everything he never knew he always wanted. She will have the man she's always dreamt about and they'll live happily ever after. So thank you Hollywood for planting that seed of hope in my naïve mind that maybe, someday that could happen to me. But I've waited long enough for a certain Prince Charming of my own to come and sweep me off my feet. And now I'm sick of waiting for him. So I'm letting go, moving on, turning the page. Waiting for this knight in shining armor to ride in on his valiant steed from my lonely tower has just been disappointing and frustrating. So good-bye to this certain fairy tale ending, because this princess is givin it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-111834127386187726?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/111834127386187726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=111834127386187726' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111834127386187726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111834127386187726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-much-for-my-happy-ending.html' title='So Much For My Happy Ending'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-111816084769268470</id><published>2005-06-07T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T09:14:12.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change</title><content type='html'>Honestly, i was just getting sick of the pinkness of my old blog, so i decided to switch it up a bit, plus i love green. Isn't it perdy? Anyhoo, i get to go to work today! Yeehaw. Actually i love working at cold stone because the atmosphere is so much fun and the people are hilarious. and last night when i went there with lauren and shaylee and her fam, i found out that since i work there i get a 50% discount on my entire group! That was pretty exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-111816084769268470?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/111816084769268470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=111816084769268470' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111816084769268470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111816084769268470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/06/change.html' title='A Change'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-111811344267432976</id><published>2005-06-06T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T20:04:02.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is here! Yipee!</title><content type='html'>Well i have not posted in forever, so i decided that i probably should. My summer is going absolutely amazingly, and I am having the time of my life with all of my buds. Especially Shaylee. Man that girl is the bomb-shniggety. Oh and so is Lauren. BTW (by the way) Costa Rica in 11 days baby! I am so freaking excited. I have a feeling it is gonna have a huge impact on our whole team just because it is something so different from what we have done before. K, well y'all should come visit me at Cold Stone Creamery!! Ice Cream rocks my socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-111811344267432976?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/111811344267432976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=111811344267432976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111811344267432976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111811344267432976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/06/summer-is-here-yipee.html' title='Summer is here! Yipee!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-111569546377353697</id><published>2005-05-09T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:24:23.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Please</title><content type='html'>Well, lately things have not exactly been picturesque in my familia and it's mostly because my grandpa has cancer. Things have become more and more complicated because of his chemotherapy and he's been in and out of the hospital for about the past 2 and a half months. I've sort of been prepared for him to die any day now, and i've finally come to the point where I think that i'll be able to handle it when he does pass. But it's so hard for me to watch my dad struggle with watching his once-active dad slowly deteriorating every day. He's turned back to smoking and he's had a short temper and it's really starting to take a toll on me. He never spends any time with my family it seems like and when he does he doesn't say much. Like, i understand why he's so stressed because he's had to deal with finding my grandpa an assisted living center and all that stuff, but i sorta feel like not only am i slowly losing my grandpa, but i feel like a part of my dad is gone too. I just wish things were like they used to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-111569546377353697?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/111569546377353697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=111569546377353697' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111569546377353697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111569546377353697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/05/prayer-please.html' title='Prayer Please'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-111560890795264813</id><published>2005-05-08T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T09:18:57.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ralph</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyone who knows me well knows that I am obsessed with cool and inspiring quotes and i just found what i think is one of the coolest quotes EVER! Here it is..&lt;br /&gt;"Don't go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail."&lt;br /&gt;-Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that so cool? I was looking through some of his other quotes and they're pretty thought-provoking. So yeah, there is my dorky quote for today, and you can count on many more to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-111560890795264813?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/111560890795264813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=111560890795264813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111560890795264813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111560890795264813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/05/ralph.html' title='Ralph'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-111497494386467499</id><published>2005-05-01T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T09:19:14.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catman?? Haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well did y'all know that Halle Berry's stunt double in the movie Catwoman was a MAN? Isn't that so weird? I just thought i'd share that tidbit of useless info with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-111497494386467499?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/111497494386467499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=111497494386467499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111497494386467499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111497494386467499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/05/catman-haha.html' title='Catman?? Haha.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-111292615056602154</id><published>2005-04-07T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T19:09:10.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Us Poor Little Rich Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You never really know how fortunate you are until look at the life of another.  Even if that person seems like they don't have a care in the world, just by spending a few moments with them you are able to see glimpses into their life. And while some of those glimpses are happy or even somehwhat picture-perfect, some of them are the opposite. Seriously, all of us little rich kids are soooo spoiled. We complain because we have to pay for our own gas, we have to go to work, or we have to clean up our freaking rooms. Boo-hoo. We should be so incredibly thankful every single day for the fact that we even have a car to pay for the gas for, or that we have a job even though it pays only $6.50 an hour (which i can guarantee you is more than what people in the rest of the world make), and we should be thankful that we even have a room to clean because entire families in other parts of the world live in houses that are the size of our rooms. Sometimes we think that our lives are so bad just because we can't afford that pair of abercrombie jeans that we want or because we didn't get to go to Hawaii for spring break. Our lives would literally be a paradise for kids who live in say Africa or India. Just somethin to think about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-111292615056602154?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/111292615056602154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=111292615056602154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111292615056602154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111292615056602154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/04/us-poor-little-rich-kids.html' title='Us Poor Little Rich Kids'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-111181025864563192</id><published>2005-03-25T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T09:19:42.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg-cellent Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last night Laine and I had a sweet sleepover and chugged 2-liter bottles of diet coke and died easter eggs to look like napolean dynamite and kip! Haha. I love ya Laine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-111181025864563192?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/111181025864563192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=111181025864563192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111181025864563192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111181025864563192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/03/egg-cellent-night.html' title='Egg-cellent Night'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-111103151360106790</id><published>2005-03-16T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T19:51:53.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st 1st Place of 2005!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tonight I got 1st place in my 100m hurdles at my track meet! I was so excited, but then again it was a super tiny meet with only like 5 schools, but it is still cool to me. I got to spend some great quality time with my awesome friend Krista, which was so much fun. We talked about boys for a really long time...mostly about the qualities we are looking for, so basically our "ideal guy." It was great. OH YEAH! And also, last Saturday our boys bball team won the State Championship up at CSU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GO CRUSADERS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am so proud. There is this enormous controversy right now at school b/c they are changing our name to the Centennial Christian Cougars since we are moving our campus to Dry Creek Road, and all of the hardcore &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Crusaders&lt;/span&gt; are protesting. It's pretty funny. They are passing petitions around the whole school getting all of the kids to sign them, so that the faculty to change their minds about the new name, mascot, and school colors, which they want to change to blue and gold, so we would pretty much look like wanna-be Nuggets. Anyhoo, i would like to stay the royal blue Denver Christian Crusaders, but whateva. Layta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-111103151360106790?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/111103151360106790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=111103151360106790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111103151360106790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111103151360106790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-1st-1st-place-of-2005.html' title='My 1st 1st Place of 2005!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-111077165137072322</id><published>2005-03-13T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T19:40:51.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Palace Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today was SOOO much fun. Honestly, it was magical. I know it sounds super corny, but it's true! Laine's birthday party was today and we went to the Brown Palace Hotel downtown and I had the time of my life! Even though was almost crying because i couldnt find a parking spot, it was an amazing afternoon. We (Laine, Krista, Chelsea, Faith, Jenny, and Rachel) had tea in this GORGEOUS room in the hotel and i felt like a princess. We ate these cute little pastries and drank delicious tea with cool names like Dejeeling and we stuck our pinkies out and it was just sweet. Our little waitress Jane was so cute and reminded of a British maid or some character from Alice in Wonderland. Then, Laine, Faith and I explored the place and found where the penthouse suites were and where the ULTIMATE sweet was. We took super goofy pics and Faith stole a chocolate pretzel from a room service cart. Haha. It was a GREAT Par-tay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-111077165137072322?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/111077165137072322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=111077165137072322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111077165137072322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/111077165137072322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/03/brown-palace-baby_13.html' title='Brown Palace Baby!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-110963754413577492</id><published>2005-02-28T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T16:39:04.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 More Day!!</title><content type='html'>OMY GOODNESS! I am oh-so excited because tomorrow I will be able to drive freely again and my grounding will be over!! Yipee!! I am ecstatic because for the past month and a half i have had to miss so many fun things because i wasn't allowed to drive myself. And it sucked butt. But now i will be able to drive wherever i want. Just some words of advice from a dumb person like me, DONT get a speeding ticket. Plus tomorrow is Lauren's sweet 16! We had to run hills at track today and my butt is in so much pain!!! AHH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-110963754413577492?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/110963754413577492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=110963754413577492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/110963754413577492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/110963754413577492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/02/1-more-day.html' title='1 More Day!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-110944751836874896</id><published>2005-02-26T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T11:51:58.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Party!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last night Debbie and I had our princess party and it was so much fun. Just a bunch of  fun girls goofin' around. We watched movies, Crazy deleted scenes, painted our nails and ate way too much, a typical girl party. Oh yeah and shay- if the foo $****...LOL. It was a great time and i can't wait for our next party. Debbie, i am so glad we pulled it off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-110944751836874896?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/110944751836874896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=110944751836874896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/110944751836874896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/110944751836874896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/02/princess-party.html' title='Princess Party!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-110911967434067881</id><published>2005-02-22T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T16:47:54.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Table Mountain Inn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today i had to go out to lunch with my mom's side of the family. My mom didnt even let me go to school (not that i'm complaining or anything, but actually..... i think i would have rather been in school.) Anyhoo, we drove all the way out to Golden for this lunch, and then we went and visited my grandpa in the hospital (he's in the ICU now), and hopefully he'll be getting out tomorrow. He had some sort of atrial fibration or something. Its complicated. And Rick is acting like this big cool chef today b/c he's making dinner for our family plus my grandparents and aunt and uncle. What a goof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-110911967434067881?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/110911967434067881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=110911967434067881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/110911967434067881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/110911967434067881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/02/table-mountain-inn.html' title='Table Mountain Inn'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-110901428615480851</id><published>2005-02-21T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T11:31:26.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Village Inn with the Buds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well i just got back from breakfast at Village Inn and it was so good! Lyndsey, Nate, Alex, Sarah, and Leora and I all went and it was a blast. We had chocolate milk... and man you kinda had to be there. We were just bein' big goofs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-110901428615480851?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/110901428615480851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=110901428615480851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/110901428615480851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/110901428615480851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/02/village-inn-with-buds.html' title='Village Inn with the Buds'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973131.post-110895731064564026</id><published>2005-02-20T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T19:46:32.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, Last Saturday, febuary 12, was my school's sadie hawkins dance and boy was it fun! It was at Red &amp;amp; Jerry's and it was like we had our own little club. I went with a bunch of my close girlfriends and i few guys too. It was a great time, and to think that i was gonna miss it! Laine, thanks for pushing me to go!! Laine, Krista, and I were busting out some so-weet dance moves, and Faith and I grabbed a bunch of the wallflowers for one of the slow songs, it was awesome. Then i went to Callie's and that was fun too. It was an incredible night!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973131-110895731064564026?l=leftylo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/feeds/110895731064564026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973131&amp;postID=110895731064564026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/110895731064564026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973131/posts/default/110895731064564026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leftylo.blogspot.com/2005/02/sadies.html' title='Sadies!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00300826333846699220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
