tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67983550219575129132024-02-06T21:02:33.525-05:00Sweet Dreams and Magic,,i guess its coz i love yooh.♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-28487711427884711692010-06-15T21:54:00.000-04:002010-06-15T21:55:25.329-04:00Even though were over and i cant tell you this. Im still in love with you.<br /><br />how can you not feel anything anymore.<br /><br />i miss you. i love you.♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-56872831358057289002010-05-27T21:26:00.001-04:002010-05-27T21:28:05.500-04:00.<a href="http://www.craftbits.com/">AWESOME WEBSITE!!! for creative chicks.</a>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-57057689597662901092010-05-26T19:18:00.004-04:002010-05-26T19:23:58.146-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYFiyHQZsv6oFi0N9VJqUWuY5GZpyKgtV9bjuMWUOA4_He1GmYL07ksJDOy_EH0QoxY2fqhbOIyE0eoNv5l4hSPhGSvwsuJG6P_SLwNkapEBcy1eqFsDtAKC4e4GMT5Q5clyTNfiMYE_x/s1600/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYFiyHQZsv6oFi0N9VJqUWuY5GZpyKgtV9bjuMWUOA4_He1GmYL07ksJDOy_EH0QoxY2fqhbOIyE0eoNv5l4hSPhGSvwsuJG6P_SLwNkapEBcy1eqFsDtAKC4e4GMT5Q5clyTNfiMYE_x/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475723490828502162" /></a><br />This is really starting to drive me bonkers. I really want more followers. I follow heaps of people. But my stupid laptop doesnt let me post any comments *sad face*<br /><br />Anyway im making a heaps awesome blanket at the moment based on the colour scheme of a licorice allsort.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgX1QI2roLi2a4yUdCOQUo7Auye1XJCvuXoRFGP7S9_C7_hZLbHknpuItSvCj3ZZ42k0AYJMJV-NENg_wysI4M-MBi1g1qEwFcjmyWxdHZqmje43sUMjModYSnK9gagroB_rzraVwArc0/s1600/302075.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgX1QI2roLi2a4yUdCOQUo7Auye1XJCvuXoRFGP7S9_C7_hZLbHknpuItSvCj3ZZ42k0AYJMJV-NENg_wysI4M-MBi1g1qEwFcjmyWxdHZqmje43sUMjModYSnK9gagroB_rzraVwArc0/s400/302075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475722951272961250" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Anyway i will post a pic of it when i am finished. it looks heaps awesome and its coming along very quickly. <br /><br />Im off. ily no followers.♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-33198675134258569982010-05-20T23:19:00.003-04:002010-05-20T23:35:16.526-04:00SUPER BOREDIts not like anyone follows me anyway so i guess my posting is forpersonal enjoyment only. Like seriously i know im boring but 2 followers?? that just insulting haha. You see heaps of people with like 200 followers and your like WOW how did that happen. and then theres me with like 2 followers. <br />Oh well ill get over it.<br />Im just wondering how to make my blog awesome so that i will get more followers. My fave blog ever on blogger is <br />CTRL+▲. Its sooo addictive. <br />I also loveeee Teagan on Toast.<br /><br />I guess if i knew how to post comments that would help me out heaps ayy. anyway anyone that reads this and knows how to post comments i would love to hear from you. <br /><br />Today ive been doing well nothing exciting i guess. Had photo dig this morning and we were doing family portraits. it was pretty funny. I kept turning my mum upside down haha. And then i had recess and ihad a mars bar in my bag that i forgot about and some choc brownies and an apple. so i was happy for a whole 10 mins. lol.<br />Then i had maths and i had a trig test (eww) it was pretty hard and the score was out of 14 so i probably got umm 2 right. (if that). Then i had lunch and now i am here. Bored. In the library. Free session. meant to be studying but really cant be bothered.<br /><br />And its friday night and im a loner. I also got asked out by this guy to go to the movis with him but i have a boyfriend and weve been going out for like almost a year now and i dont wanna go!!!!!<br />So i have to tell him no....... mmmm yer thats hard for me. my mouth doesnt really agree with that word. I care to much about other peoples feelings me thinks. <br /><br />Anyway my lack of followers are probably getting sick of me writing so much so ill put in some pics and then im off to look for some more awesome blogs :)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhil8Fqee9UpMe7QnDztJiLM7-zIugxZUGiWO31UPGvO0WnOBHOHT2Lwe_yx4IYF82nG_aKt0B1x4k1t9KkyaqYu36sEl8BtZpAjwYUYdi3zsG3jD05nahlJZW-uXtPfNjU1F8KvucEHQRB/s1600/tumblr_kxnskr63wN1qaytlao1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhil8Fqee9UpMe7QnDztJiLM7-zIugxZUGiWO31UPGvO0WnOBHOHT2Lwe_yx4IYF82nG_aKt0B1x4k1t9KkyaqYu36sEl8BtZpAjwYUYdi3zsG3jD05nahlJZW-uXtPfNjU1F8KvucEHQRB/s400/tumblr_kxnskr63wN1qaytlao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473561668995560994" /></a>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-55733137321342751542010-05-09T20:01:00.000-04:002010-05-09T20:02:25.665-04:00random quiz1. What is your current mood? <br />a lil too calm<br /><br />2. Is your family multi-racial?<br />nahh<br /><br />3. Is America truly “the land of the free?”<br />nope.<br /><br />4. How much do you care about your appearance?<br />a fair amount but not too much.<br /><br />5. Do you have a favorite period in history that you love to study?<br />kinda but not really<br /><br />6. What are your favorite kinds of jokes?<br />awesome comebacks.<br /><br />7. Do you make to-do lists?<br />sometimes<br /><br />8. If you’re quiet for an extended period of time, what does it most likely mean?<br />im super calm or im sad.<br /><br />9. Could you date a smoker?<br />did. never again.<br /><br />10. What’s your ideal job (not career, just something that pays the bills but is still enjoyable?<br />im not sure really.<br /><br />11. Where is your favorite place to hang out besides your house?<br />used to be youth group but now im not really sure.<br /><br />12. What is a song that truly changed your life?<br />you belong with me by taylor swift. i know its cheesy but just try it.<br /><br />13. Do you remember the day you got your first MySpace?<br />nah i remember when i first got msn and had like 2 addies lol.<br /><br />14. What is one food you despise?<br />zechini slice.<br /><br />15. What are your opinions on open/multi-partner relationships?<br />i hate the multi partner thing. i mean seriously whats the point, if u like someone that should be enough you shouldnt need more than one gf/bf coz then u dont really love them.<br /><br />16. Could you care for a terminally ill person?<br />depends who it was.<br /><br />17. Do you drop your cell phone frequently?<br />i like never drop it. wats with people that always drop it. i just dont get that.<br /><br />18. Name a TV show you could watch over and over on DVD.<br />how i met your mother.<br /><br />19. What brand and flavor toothpaste do you use?<br />mint i will never use anything else. and always colgate<br /><br />20. What are your favorite kinds of books to read?<br />teen romance novels. haha im a chessy one.♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-47540492042978120352010-04-22T23:07:00.001-04:002010-04-22T23:09:01.085-04:00OMG i havent posted for ages!!! wow i miss blogging. i took up a tumblr blog recently but its not as fun. <div><br /></div><div>Anyway not much has happened though. me and zac are still together, e is still my best friend. But i am Wiccan. I went on a spiritual journey this holidays and there was no denying it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway im considering making a new totally wiccan blog. and keep this one. tlk soon.</div>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-29826048490121848972009-12-08T19:19:00.004-05:002009-12-08T20:04:19.222-05:00harry potter land.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />I am very very bored and have nothing to do coz i finish school in 2 more days and like were going to finish anywork anyways,, so im here sitting in the library being very bored on my laptop thinking about something interesting to write. And as i said there is like nothing.. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So ive just been reading </span><a href="http://teganontoast.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-geekin-time.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">teganontoasts blog</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and omg omg its good to know that there are some other harry potter nerds out there too. lol i used to be soooooo obsessed with harry potter and when i tell my friends they are like ur a wierdo and im just like yer well,, get used to it and all.. so im a very ve<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">ry big harry potter fan still to this day, i mean for my bday this year (i turned 14) i made all my friends come w<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">ith me to the new harry potter movie even though they like really really didnt want to see it... so yer lol.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Anyway back to the topic of why harry potter is so awesome here are my reasons:</span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">its magic,, derrr that is just so awesome, i mean i would love to like wave a wand and get what i want lol.</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hogwarts, imagine what it would be like to live there i mean in the common rooms and always hanging out with your friends (even though you would miss your family) and then the rooms look so cool lol.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Homework,, ohk ohk yes this should be a bad thing but seriously if its all magic i reckon that the homework would actually be interesting dont u??</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">OMG Honey dukes and Hogsmede, wow what i would give to go to honeydukes.................. sorry just off in a fantasy.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Owls, i want one, seriouslly i would kill for an owl as a pet and to send messages to my friends,, so wow.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Broomsticks,, i mean the only time we get to fly is like on a plane,, sooo unmagical.</span></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And then there would be the things id hate about the harry potter world:</span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">no music, well i guess you wouldnt be able to know the difference if you were born in that world, but wouldnt you like know that something was missing from your life.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Curses, i think to start off with id always be scared that someone that hated me would like curse me behind my back.. eeeppp</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Professer Snape, how did you guess lol, i mean hed be a cool teacher but if hes going to be like that all the time i think i would just drive you insane.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Voldemort,, im scared already just thinking about him. hes like the worst sort of killer there is, i mean hes a killer who has so much power he doesnt even have to touch someone to kill him,, and he killed like almost everyones parents or grandparents soo umm yerr. no.</span></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Well thats all i really have to say,, but as you can see i really love harry potter lol. Check out these awesome fan artworks.</span></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgE_ilbeYJRDFODjC7CH3g-0otZLtVY5EV1GbclFOVt8mBPVHv8jSpD8fizpUhYQW31_sAymgUZkq_1QbEjDoxarlV2Nx_YuRPiGHEUhB93tllvbuGa1PolxdJBEkOeb7z88rkUQEf2s1/s400/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413035357167525746" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI7FD960bPtFBN0ErGiXM4RvP-eLlNJ-pd2GyCHMA5jBf88cKXNP4tWhaIbD4Polu0EN71y7uyVcSFfNwuekD-QwVrNdpG-U5bqymNoD8Jwzj9xYUSIGJjugeb4NLdjaVoxzK7KmUEdpxY/s400/Picture+12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413035361676281010" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTGP6wC_76gacwPjWEgPbCQZCo48-Hh2LgbjhddZpVILgnOAVjUAHXt7k5nhlAq-1z0Jip-gHCOqk7MjYjZQT7Zn1tOGOu3DAJ5qLI9LYLv2GZme0VQdRmjIQmbUZG9laNtrnbCrR_rlxQ/s400/Picture+13.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413035376474416466" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 366px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-uT6X1T_i_1o9g9bqU8fxo8RahElzFILdCm-sgUa82dQIND5lFg2mkcry5ecLpT8lkxJ3fXSRqCm1WYnvpd_OQy3PkKJr-m8eXtV92P8XPwgrSGseB61Zp_DRT-8wjV08WIg_TWA9sIPT/s400/Picture+10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413035365344209698" /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-65272219721825851062009-12-08T18:03:00.001-05:002009-12-08T18:14:22.534-05:00Dollhouse.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgs3X5rKfYCTJA-sBR0_sWuew8s55j6keqRr37x23Z9aKD9BK0A4Nq48XZqrB5XmdjeZ5dMnWBn7hEAfPa5ll6H9iqqfIl33zzZT4yWmPGjza7eEZ9JhMqJR1wJ3NFveIrlGeyJUXbaj5/s1600-h/photography-1-1-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgs3X5rKfYCTJA-sBR0_sWuew8s55j6keqRr37x23Z9aKD9BK0A4Nq48XZqrB5XmdjeZ5dMnWBn7hEAfPa5ll6H9iqqfIl33zzZT4yWmPGjza7eEZ9JhMqJR1wJ3NFveIrlGeyJUXbaj5/s400/photography-1-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413007496912834610" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;">I’m just a girl, you’re just a boy</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; ">This is my heart, it’s not a toy</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">So what’s with you playing with my mind</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">We used to be cool, this used to be love<br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">Now it’s become, something like a job<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Like it or not, maybe things were changing right before our eyes<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I tried to be a picture perfect girl<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But you were in your own fantasy world<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tryna control me like some kind of Barbie<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">but that just ain’t me<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cause I ain’t a doll, this aint a dollhouse<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You’re way too old to be, puttin me down like this<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and playing around like this<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I ain’t a doll, this ain’t a dollhouse<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No, I could never be, stuck living life like this<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">behind these four walls,cause I ain’t a doll<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You call the shots, right down to my shoes<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I liked what you liked cause you told me to<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And i don’t think that you could even tell<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I fell out of love, but it never showed<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I gave up on us so long ago<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But you’ll never know<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">baby don’t pretend like you know me so well<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I tried to be a picture perfect girl<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">but you were in your own fantasy world<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">try to control me like some kind of Barbie<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">but that just ain’t me<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I ain’t a doll, this ain't a dollhouse<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You’re way too old to be, puttin me down like this<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and playing around like this<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I ain’t a doll, this ain’t a dollhouse<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No, I could never be, stuck living life like this<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">behind these four walls,cause I ain’t a doll<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I’ll never be made of plastic<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So glad that my heart’s elastic<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No matter what you do<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I’ll bounce back offa you<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cut me but I’m not bleeding<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I tried to be a picture perfect girl<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">but you were in your own fantasy world<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tryna to control me like some kind of Barbie<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">but that just ain’t me<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I ain’t a doll, this ain't a dollhouse<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You’re way too old to be, puttin me down like this<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and playing around like this<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I ain’t a doll, this ain’t a dollhouse<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No I could never be, stuck living life like this<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Behind these four walls, I ain’t a doll<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And I come with imperfections<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Epitome of perfection<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">if you can’t understand, loving the way I am<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">then you’re no good for me, so glad i kept my receipt <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></span></span>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-52825911082111091262009-12-07T19:39:00.002-05:002009-12-07T19:47:36.032-05:00Kiss me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyarWhCIrL0REE4Vw2fh2n6pPDAF5UDDukd8AuIq6pnxfpAeF79FiS_e97jhEJH3C9-PSgbT03VhQEQWGIIrkoXeOtWbASZNcU4jj_ZmwsaAVJc6uHld_w_R7NPgYYU26yp-I8I02xD-t8/s1600-h/photography-1-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412660444554528146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1bkNt0U7y1mlOIz-oNFHXKyUbyyX8tjCtPeD-wJkYXMzLZCPgO_RqYpRQIsxDm7Lkt8Q9Nu7OD7V-B0JP09yDNcWiOw12Oin-UPZaEbbUlT7mZKYcb5YOLwe5Ua9XP7jlNvLAitzWa2ya/s1600-h/19.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1bkNt0U7y1mlOIz-oNFHXKyUbyyX8tjCtPeD-wJkYXMzLZCPgO_RqYpRQIsxDm7Lkt8Q9Nu7OD7V-B0JP09yDNcWiOw12Oin-UPZaEbbUlT7mZKYcb5YOLwe5Ua9XP7jlNvLAitzWa2ya/s400/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412660439887578162" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><div><blockquote></blockquote></div><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kiss me out of the bearded barley. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nightly, beside the green, green grass. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Swing, swing, swing the spinning step. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lead me out on the moonlit floor. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lift your open hand. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Silver moon's sparkling. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So kiss me. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kiss me down by the broken tree house. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Swing me upon its hanging tire. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We'll take the trail marked on your father's map. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lead me out on the moonlit floor. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lift your open hand. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Silver moon's sparkling. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So kiss me <br /></div></span></span></span>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-9445163832176107142009-12-06T22:46:00.005-05:002009-12-07T19:26:10.508-05:00I luv this girl :)<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh619o_BYYZ-y_XOmTlR6qqY1OlJUqfOMC-L3UMt4jtLpqGOPL-_CxBg8NzDVj4udL7ayCINgHN-xOWPanWwFBWt80tGDgsALsHPGcNDKPeiMs2PIpnudTeWvW_fxxndtvaI-X5tZ2eoq9y/s400/Picture+10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412654539500178642" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQJpEdYaxm0aa-h7r8d9HTRrT4WkJt-NIY96Zd3vmyS03FlCEsMr-odd0rfpaOtiF8eRotbW7841dRaRSvB9jfmBFdFiENN4JC-s7jDr6OH0B2ChPFrl8llHzsFY7jPzRmxITwM9dleAWE/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 353px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQJpEdYaxm0aa-h7r8d9HTRrT4WkJt-NIY96Zd3vmyS03FlCEsMr-odd0rfpaOtiF8eRotbW7841dRaRSvB9jfmBFdFiENN4JC-s7jDr6OH0B2ChPFrl8llHzsFY7jPzRmxITwM9dleAWE/s400/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412654533034727538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZu-UtbjieM0Gi5IThFMBsiU7ifN6JLHkoXGSpCYYbbV2_SmhpujEqYiRNdfBIyHodNsiQwvYNEpCCF5_Z2y5L4lbEwWIwciYIRUdWkpYCPWheJX_Ew0C-0bylsmxQDBH6tQCY866W_evb/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 389px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZu-UtbjieM0Gi5IThFMBsiU7ifN6JLHkoXGSpCYYbbV2_SmhpujEqYiRNdfBIyHodNsiQwvYNEpCCF5_Z2y5L4lbEwWIwciYIRUdWkpYCPWheJX_Ew0C-0bylsmxQDBH6tQCY866W_evb/s400/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412339668155146642" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: center;">Peaches Geldof.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Peaches Honeyblossom Michelle Charlotte Angel Vanessa Geldof.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">16 March 1989</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">London, England, UK.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daughter of: Bob Geldof and Paula Yates.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); line-height: 17px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"I hate ridiculous names, my weird name has haunted me all my life. I hate being called spoilt. My life is ordinary. I also hate being famous because people claim to know me because of my surname."</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQb-6WZLMz9Tl9cpMb18S2tDM_oYWiuYMugST65Ebg7cdj-ITrCctpI_P_EnLQfTLy4zzJYOeCCDCvyl2uTF6nqblvM-Hr8aUXE9jB0PISsRzm5YkoiWj29plD8eGvl1k3grXcZOkxlcE/s1600-h/Picture+12.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQb-6WZLMz9Tl9cpMb18S2tDM_oYWiuYMugST65Ebg7cdj-ITrCctpI_P_EnLQfTLy4zzJYOeCCDCvyl2uTF6nqblvM-Hr8aUXE9jB0PISsRzm5YkoiWj29plD8eGvl1k3grXcZOkxlcE/s400/Picture+12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412339402763917122" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"People are going to hate me for saying this, but I can see where parents are coming from when they impose a curfew. Since I turned sixteen, Dad's been quite reasonable and extended it to one in the morning. But I don't go out at all on weeknights because I have to get up at, like, seven."</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-4188123002664108872009-12-03T22:09:00.003-05:002009-12-03T22:21:46.307-05:00Forever Fridayy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzx5NcFmVWWPW6giQF_WVH6u5gliD8Df1bErDZBJufPE1jdzQxKXK7mfxYaVRiIYqxiW7VkC8IyjVkIlzLDi-7jpKgJ6zUBDZOgDGLTAohC19NIwounVqZkTLh5rgFKiBHR26igv2CZVn9/s1600-h/Picture+16.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzx5NcFmVWWPW6giQF_WVH6u5gliD8Df1bErDZBJufPE1jdzQxKXK7mfxYaVRiIYqxiW7VkC8IyjVkIlzLDi-7jpKgJ6zUBDZOgDGLTAohC19NIwounVqZkTLh5rgFKiBHR26igv2CZVn9/s320/Picture+16.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411215861064340338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GMN9ez0JSt7C6iLY_7ZrWBzATKXiKexnLNg54GbuX_KXdxwiOi4SBk7UcfMH4KkKpAwCBXUz4rLo96eGzkoh7GXk0YkAuyo221nH_t1n_VOzrl6ZWwm5kxq6bdw9k_r8tvs5vabjturR/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GMN9ez0JSt7C6iLY_7ZrWBzATKXiKexnLNg54GbuX_KXdxwiOi4SBk7UcfMH4KkKpAwCBXUz4rLo96eGzkoh7GXk0YkAuyo221nH_t1n_VOzrl6ZWwm5kxq6bdw9k_r8tvs5vabjturR/s320/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411215852417318786" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Am so bored right now!!!!,, im like supposed to be doing some resort eco package thingy for school but like its friday arvo and i really cant be bothered. Anyways so im might be going out tonight (yaya) get away from everything and just have fun for a few hours,, orrrrrrrr i could end up going to bunnings if i stay home,, so i think ill go out :P</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well nothing much is really going on,, my life is actually starting to turn really boring,, and my best friend E has gone on holidays AGAIN for like 4 days and im stuck with the one girl i cannnot stand!!!!!! Oh and i just finished reading PINK by Lili wilkinson, it was a really good book actually,, id give it about a 9/10. Its like a twisted (in a good way) love story..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well im not sure what im doing this weekend, just chilling i guess...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">1 week left of school!!!!!!!!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i am soooo happy, cant wait to get out of here, but yes i will miss everyone (except for those i wont miss ) and i will realllyyyyyyy miss Z when he goes on holidays for like 2 weeks.. but i guess there is xmas presents to make up for that.. hehe.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I love him so much, he means everything to me,, anyways, getting on to something else, even thought there is liek nothing to talk about on a boring friday afternoon like this one..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">anyways so i think im going to go an like talk to alexis or georgia,, soo byeee </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">xxILEExx</span></div>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-73375243713151615642009-12-02T19:38:00.002-05:002009-12-02T19:49:23.802-05:00Just Because I Love You.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDqvWZYMJ8l0b6YnkYsBj95_DxhLU9A6yIMCTSkkdjL5isB4yg0F4-ut6CeAJ69adXTnsgc7gSBzyoxvucDtx6iwZetzbL5AxLVjrNgqzK1sc0WLPjSALNELgS7Y-gtke9sW6k4IuLrHKf/s1600-h/8.gif"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGqTYhMEyqYHxvCao-8BVdIalOdzMH9PZQbD0o_prRfynd2mLej-Jq2nAVrp4JjELKDA0jywL0uBl4RSIdqDjGcQ8T0vjCK2fbgsmw5Zbk0YK0mlJ5KnnoBdCmQTfnj83-0RgcN2wC7erH/s400/104.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410805252418885746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVQGJOqi00JF5Wj13oPvDcnec_XcRqgv-8iCxwYlyFjKbx6cPnu5cyn5bCCgRbG2yTQVmGNurvS8XA0md3uANAiEpj25450qiN0xo1wC1yZTDlI3A84tL8-IGToIIyxmNh1wjj7LnEDCxU/s1600-h/94.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVQGJOqi00JF5Wj13oPvDcnec_XcRqgv-8iCxwYlyFjKbx6cPnu5cyn5bCCgRbG2yTQVmGNurvS8XA0md3uANAiEpj25450qiN0xo1wC1yZTDlI3A84tL8-IGToIIyxmNh1wjj7LnEDCxU/s400/94.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410805242268182418" /></a><br /><div>Naww arent these just soo sweet, i really love the one about the phone and all coz its sooo cute, anyways as you can see i blabble on when im bored so yes i better go before i say anything stupid. hehe</div><div><br /></div><div>love ya </div><div>xxxCourtneyxxx</div>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-17889056868563248102009-12-02T19:09:00.003-05:002009-12-02T19:16:37.697-05:00Thunderstrukk Thursdayy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZ76rCI8SBGbXHSNfSzvYWXLNA_VanZpXrwa5B9wRvKJ-do7eLpzQhHfG_pxGkn0tgqDM8Y3wplGMEVwhPz3A7PlDxsLcmVIDdqR83XcEr_Iz-ouNfSGTy8ybwV7ZIN1pdXZ3bdLlgK3U/s1600-h/Photo+96.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZ76rCI8SBGbXHSNfSzvYWXLNA_VanZpXrwa5B9wRvKJ-do7eLpzQhHfG_pxGkn0tgqDM8Y3wplGMEVwhPz3A7PlDxsLcmVIDdqR83XcEr_Iz-ouNfSGTy8ybwV7ZIN1pdXZ3bdLlgK3U/s400/Photo+96.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410797026192451378" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6j1uEEp9VYa7uOvG2r0InVkejYoty2hyphenhypheniOV6nIwe6wpWv5l3v0Aoqih3Ji-9bYx-mEoxOqyj2HgVTotVxdcgC-_NnuKkhQtMnH0EoLR_UE9jDNrfJ0pMAl7mQ4XD1yi3Zxp_8p1UFJ5KH/s1600-h/Photo+97.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6j1uEEp9VYa7uOvG2r0InVkejYoty2hyphenhypheniOV6nIwe6wpWv5l3v0Aoqih3Ji-9bYx-mEoxOqyj2HgVTotVxdcgC-_NnuKkhQtMnH0EoLR_UE9jDNrfJ0pMAl7mQ4XD1yi3Zxp_8p1UFJ5KH/s400/Photo+97.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410797013207891282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4zCK-5XRop-9Ovb7AxQmgSMh88uydDms6LsdgEhSAWJt56O3IOysMC3KBzZuA9VxWdsJ4UbPsR540VVhV_Tid62T4BAAd-5sPqYf2L8lnh25kvYSsI3SOfNRNi8uNkiwCgh4snB9-c7Xu/s1600-h/Photo+110.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4zCK-5XRop-9Ovb7AxQmgSMh88uydDms6LsdgEhSAWJt56O3IOysMC3KBzZuA9VxWdsJ4UbPsR540VVhV_Tid62T4BAAd-5sPqYf2L8lnh25kvYSsI3SOfNRNi8uNkiwCgh4snB9-c7Xu/s400/Photo+110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410797009777691282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3aFhMr33fEPlHrj6Y7ajXRXInYFLZBdHi_UJeZslsue9P7W_YQgfH5ZJnlvwvC_U-MZgx9uJXzGo5OlgEU331uTYYQdvd3Jyf0LqIj3XCUwq5kZuBYCS0yqVnuaxz1MaRirND2UFVOukk/s1600-h/Photo+85.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3aFhMr33fEPlHrj6Y7ajXRXInYFLZBdHi_UJeZslsue9P7W_YQgfH5ZJnlvwvC_U-MZgx9uJXzGo5OlgEU331uTYYQdvd3Jyf0LqIj3XCUwq5kZuBYCS0yqVnuaxz1MaRirND2UFVOukk/s400/Photo+85.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410797005570776642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQu2ZtXgCuFuFf3Arrg1Vrktu398F6QM0UyHEWK5adPO6Iwk66Bq_4iyZr1oMciWlsE3E7bcf014F82AA3wNI6-S0Q3YthXxUVZ9_JfWAeJgR7o8M2_k1ZdLNUaABLmHZ2K1wsNTF3N3ON/s1600-h/Photo+83.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQu2ZtXgCuFuFf3Arrg1Vrktu398F6QM0UyHEWK5adPO6Iwk66Bq_4iyZr1oMciWlsE3E7bcf014F82AA3wNI6-S0Q3YthXxUVZ9_JfWAeJgR7o8M2_k1ZdLNUaABLmHZ2K1wsNTF3N3ON/s400/Photo+83.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410796996503565794" /></a><br />Last night i was bored, so i decided to take some photos. These are of me in a dress i bought like ages ago and it was like ferel so i cut the bottom and made it shorter and just put some ribbon on it and fixed the layers..<div>Also i have pics where i kinda made it a bit more edgyy with a leather jacket and everything so it looks fair cool. hope u like it :)</div>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-24008773790219813642009-11-29T19:40:00.002-05:002009-11-29T20:02:59.484-05:00Masquerade Mondayy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8trMFGh-3pL4238-fQaJZ_GnNRIRW9niPtwwsnfnCfyETU0bbVlf092VSZEejxjuX-rR0VuYGVtOYe0EPsZxjxNbVzoLNGFFb2g9k6x-A4h3DhKxMgF5wvkl-gR8schdtFGhf8mcoE2_/s1600/Picture+6_2_2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8trMFGh-3pL4238-fQaJZ_GnNRIRW9niPtwwsnfnCfyETU0bbVlf092VSZEejxjuX-rR0VuYGVtOYe0EPsZxjxNbVzoLNGFFb2g9k6x-A4h3DhKxMgF5wvkl-gR8schdtFGhf8mcoE2_/s400/Picture+6_2_2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409695854862408674" /></a><br />Secrets,, everyone has them, not always their own, and they can ruin everything,,<div><br /></div><div>And at the moment i have a big secret, not one of those little immature ones, but a proper one, sure you think im bragging but you have no idea. And dont even ask what it is coz ill just make up something,,,</div><div><br /></div><div>Let me give you a hint,, this secret could ruin almost everything me and my bestfriends have,, alot of friendships and all of peoples trust.... </div><div><br /></div><div>its soo wierd having this sort of thing,, maybe even a power as such to ruin everything in like a blink of an eye....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-16935953720121840542009-11-24T17:47:00.003-05:002009-11-24T18:12:50.551-05:00Naming the dayyyss<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiecCVXUFRItCQjt738q0fCFpQwAVjKnmbD_v9DCZ_E76wJaZYsiGq4FU9kWVlihlKIgx9q-oQZqrnTrCoKOVp2b1VfeOA0THOIuKx1KouobTPAsGl1UpKhYZdLK2FI0VftLLQzDZHO0HYB/s1600/Photo+74.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiecCVXUFRItCQjt738q0fCFpQwAVjKnmbD_v9DCZ_E76wJaZYsiGq4FU9kWVlihlKIgx9q-oQZqrnTrCoKOVp2b1VfeOA0THOIuKx1KouobTPAsGl1UpKhYZdLK2FI0VftLLQzDZHO0HYB/s400/Photo+74.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407806208414841970" /></a><br />Good Morning!! I am bored and am going to start a new blogging habit...<div><br /></div><div>each day is like gonna be called something so it will be easier for me to write about...</div><div><br /></div><div>here goes:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Masquerade Monday</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Timeturner Tuesday</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Watcha Doing Wednesday</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Thundersruck Thursday</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Forever Friday</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSmampw_bGlR_Zi1XxqgzA6bt-YPqINY3pCgDyHROKfp4DevGNzMNwOw8lHw2MzlPptadMGxxAODNRHfz1LyQlTF4VovM1D6XovptnF2s-D0C6JeNuXpY0BnWZqvoWDjOsF1aYhtbecilc/s400/Photo+75.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407806213736554578" /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Sexy Saturday</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Sleep ins on Sunday</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br /></span></div><div>So this could turn out well or could be disasterous,, i guess we will have to see......</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-75242116432287931202009-11-23T19:28:00.006-05:002009-11-23T21:38:35.474-05:00Ted's Dapto ChairRight, i see my problem, i need more pictures on my blog coz at the moment it looks all boring and pooey.<div>These are my favourite pics at the moment,,</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuJTS3-2qtAvHFEk6PTOUmsGOEc2eGQqjEo1vOSSvkFfZkfp5G0sc5sLkn0qx-xOWdQrx9pX7BE0P0FQ_dcIo31-iP3ifAJjSk1s2-mFctIh0xGX7tAon-Ko4CUa14R7mW-bQ7WSwYMXbG/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407471854446120210" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6JYIkInwH04-h9fOZcFrXtwBoCnmiHDzd8bKTkQcgVzDzJLp1r0RoXbzW0JimhFPuoAxxaEg2eR0aw4py6dc-KprE1wfFmqT4HxhH92hPx2LsqNV9YmXSGC-sN7iV-6zQqcHguZd9YxZZ/s400/Picture+33.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407471589463252066" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So in class there was a huge joke about page 9, but it was a 'you had to be there' thing.</div><div style="text-align: left;">And then there was Ted's Dapto chair and Fatcrap's way of reading a book.</div><div style="text-align: left;">We are reaaalllllyyyy wierd if you havent already noticed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So hope you had a nice day,, well i did except for the fact i have no earphones and need some coz matt stole mine,, well yer anyways...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">xxxcourtneyyxxx</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-14454553226281697992009-11-22T19:14:00.002-05:002009-11-22T19:26:24.469-05:00New blogging habits.Heyy,, i dont know how long its been since i last posted but all i can say is im sick of the drama so i will be bloging about random sweet things in life that dont really matter but make everything happier.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>ive read my 2 fave blogs so many times</div><div>http://teganontoast.blogspot.com<br /></div><div>http://erinsteaparty.blogspot.com<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>and they inspire me so much,, i would really like to know where they get their beautiful amazing photos from.</div><div><br /></div><div>anyways, i have decided to make some of my own....</div><div>here goes nothing....</div><div><br /></div>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-34464718678011926352009-11-16T19:44:00.003-05:002009-11-24T19:36:41.402-05:00Finally the truth...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzuk99I4mE3derRNzaOEcBGw3WocJrNdbWytffuEcJhbcav48i5xeEnSzm9ttaOCdqkKodopTpHYE9FNajF9mbEQDwPXUpp5E6GGf_F8yqzhSPgW5O864oF14xyAEsAZvvS5doipZ9opg/s1600/Picture+11_4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzuk99I4mE3derRNzaOEcBGw3WocJrNdbWytffuEcJhbcav48i5xeEnSzm9ttaOCdqkKodopTpHYE9FNajF9mbEQDwPXUpp5E6GGf_F8yqzhSPgW5O864oF14xyAEsAZvvS5doipZ9opg/s400/Picture+11_4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407833664139056930" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Ohk its taken me a while to get all this right,, because i dont want to blame anything thing on innocent people that didnt do anything,, like Sam lol. jks jks.<div><br /></div><div>Ohk so we will start from Friday night. Well we all went skating, me E, L, Dm, Jw, Jh, Dv, but not Z and C and Dl.</div><div>So we were there and it started as i couldnt skate and kept falling on my butt so Dv kinda helped me and taught me how to skate. And that was all fun and all,, then Dm decided to talk to me so we were hanging out and skating around. He went to hug me but his friend pulled him away. So we just kept talking. Anyway NOTHING happened between him and me that night. </div><div><br /></div><div>But "someone" rang Z and told him that me and Dm were up in a dark corner together but you couldnt see the distance between us. So Z rang me on fatcraps phone and had like a screaming things at me,, AND I DIDNT EVEN DO ANYTHING!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I asked E, my best friend, who had called Z and she said she didnt know anything about it. The thing is that when i told Jh what had happened, he went to L and asked her if she did it and if she had credit, but she said she didnt.</div><div><br /></div><div>She is such a liar, the thing is Jh left and then texted L and she replied to him, even after saying she had no credit. And then i was texting Z that night on my mums phone and he told me that L and E had called him.</div><div>But im like so mad coz E whos like my best friend said she knew nothing about it at all.</div><div>So yer thats wat happened. Seriously im like so mad,, L has no right to come barging into my relationship with Z and make up crap thats not true.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have one thing to say to her and its get a life, your own life and just stay out of mine, i wouldnt do that to you but i tell you now if you ever thought there was a chance of us been friends before, there definetly isnt now.</div><div><br /></div><div>So i have no idea what im going to do this Friday,, i mite go out,, idk yet.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>ily all </div><div>xoxox Courtney xoxox</div>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-58377425366158152022009-11-12T19:20:00.001-05:002009-11-12T19:36:32.358-05:00Fly,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwENdo6iEo1kUZ0J4lo3BnkskOr7KLjA9FwjoCwOFKpOh7YiHQ1AQdeIY35dD7kFnc1iHcUtQPpRiPNms127gRLk6PjSJMZoVVNW6EVi8NyvhX-t1AoPLauM_n0GjBRfVaUvovln2xrd4-/s1600-h/Picture+16.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwENdo6iEo1kUZ0J4lo3BnkskOr7KLjA9FwjoCwOFKpOh7YiHQ1AQdeIY35dD7kFnc1iHcUtQPpRiPNms127gRLk6PjSJMZoVVNW6EVi8NyvhX-t1AoPLauM_n0GjBRfVaUvovln2xrd4-/s400/Picture+16.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403376821975178962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;">One day i wanna fly, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;">Fly away to another world, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;">where there is no drama and no confusion</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;">on who i love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;">I wanna be in love with the one person</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;">and not have that feeling fade.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;">To be in love and never</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;">be heartbroken again</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;">Just me and you,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;">a dream come true...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-55215258291656889992009-11-10T21:21:00.005-05:002009-11-24T19:38:37.703-05:00Laguna Beach - remake...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMAwm5gK54Y09xfWkULMUKPyVWcyrLqWwX9cdbDY8BbEI6Ho_qCNgaXqDD5fzWJZi8KIo2nc1NTk8j9MgoQuri-h8tupsG6FmFXQe8kwEfOvllDC6km1s9L-exRx784VlyERnXnUefglVT/s1600/Picture+4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 385px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMAwm5gK54Y09xfWkULMUKPyVWcyrLqWwX9cdbDY8BbEI6Ho_qCNgaXqDD5fzWJZi8KIo2nc1NTk8j9MgoQuri-h8tupsG6FmFXQe8kwEfOvllDC6km1s9L-exRx784VlyERnXnUefglVT/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407834128061913218" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>OMG i am so mad right now, i know you probably dont care or want to know about me and my angryness but i have to get it out somehow.<div><br /></div><div>Well were in that space class and im sitting here so mad, keeping my self away from L before i like attack her or something. ohk so it started about 5 months ago because there was a huge drama with L and Z going out and me liking Z and taking him off her (so maybe u think im a bitch, but u have to hear the whole story), anyway when me and Z started out, L hated me, besides we were like best friends before this. And then me and Z started going out and L was like getting in the way of everything. But now me and Z are like perfect and he kinda has nothing to do with L, but she is one of E's best friends and so am i which makes like EVERYTHING so dramatic and difficult.If you've ever seen Laguna Beach, thats kinda like the drama at school :P</div><div><br /></div><div>So there was about a month or two that we went though where L and E were like hanging out HEAPS and almost kinda excluding me, but then L went and hung out with like other people leaving our group all together for a while. So me and E have been spending like 3 days together or watever and L thinks im taking E away from her, im not i mean WTF im sik of everyones crap, i have enough of my own without people that have nothing to do making more. </div><div>well i must say i feel a bit better now. </div><div><br /></div><div>So watever happens happens. But i will not take crap thats exactly that, CRAP.</div><div><br /></div><div>so ill be bak later, hopefully in a better mood. so im gonna go now. </div><div>ILY </div><div>xoxCourtneyyxox</div><div><br /></div>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-57059870505424788812009-11-09T18:24:00.003-05:002009-11-09T22:25:38.757-05:00i keep thinking.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:medium;">I keep thinking how much i love talking to you</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">How good you look when you smile</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">How much i love your laugh</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I daydream about you on and off</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Replaying pieces of our conversation</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Laughing at the funny things</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">That you said or did.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Ive memorised your face</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">And the way you look at me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I catch myself smiling again at what i imagine</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I wonder what will happen the next time</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">We are together, and even </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Though neither of us know what the future hols</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I know one thing for sure</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">You're the best thing that has happened to me </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">And I LOVE YOU!! :) <3</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-44355581354180825802009-11-09T17:39:00.003-05:002009-11-24T19:43:55.558-05:00pooey mood.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtVERVim6GBMSsRy1Q2fdlvGH8lpsgFIhze9pDczsS09LdB5lmzYn9M0iyQYjAFy2dAVnavFb2FJyuNpfkW68E08VbT8s9yPQnbb9U66Ba6Sj76dhT2ehC_OjGTT9fehVFCevJ6s6SFuz/s1600/pst22.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtVERVim6GBMSsRy1Q2fdlvGH8lpsgFIhze9pDczsS09LdB5lmzYn9M0iyQYjAFy2dAVnavFb2FJyuNpfkW68E08VbT8s9yPQnbb9U66Ba6Sj76dhT2ehC_OjGTT9fehVFCevJ6s6SFuz/s400/pst22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407835484225191042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0_4IYHlAFlEL47mWf82ez0HDXjvxUZN8cqtgIPz4cJEucA4qrknsa7ORvMZ51aNbZcBK7V27w-0-ATayjOriUaCq2nBxVpv5zXBsiNyxCCbl4QnvA2xX37SWhe9pSIV4Or789E8ioLG8z/s1600/shadows-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0_4IYHlAFlEL47mWf82ez0HDXjvxUZN8cqtgIPz4cJEucA4qrknsa7ORvMZ51aNbZcBK7V27w-0-ATayjOriUaCq2nBxVpv5zXBsiNyxCCbl4QnvA2xX37SWhe9pSIV4Or789E8ioLG8z/s400/shadows-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407835157128438290" /><br /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Good morning!!<div>ohk so if you dont' know,, i am grounded, well not grounded as such but i cant use msn/myspace/home phone and i have my mobile taken off me :( but i am at least allowed to go rollerskating on friday.. yay lol. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway now im sitting in class while they are talking about space,, and M is like dancing,,, *normal??* and now he wants to go home and watch Star Wars</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>OMG AND NOW FOR THE GREAT NEWS!!</div><div><br /></div><div>E is home!! yay omg i missed her so much, but as someone said,, there was no drama or issues when she was gone, which was true but oh well,, shes always there to wipe away peoples tears, which is more than i can say for other people.</div><div><br /></div><div>anyway im kinda in a pooey mood and tired and hungry,, so im going to go before i start bitching even more.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>ilee</div><div><br /></div><div>be bak laters when im feeling better.</div><div>xoxox Courtneyy</div><div><br /></div></div>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-18894537568812352802009-11-08T22:44:00.003-05:002009-11-08T23:06:22.764-05:00Rules of Love ❤<div><div><div>Kiss on the lips : i love you :)</div><div>Kiss on the cheek : friendship</div><div>Kiss on the ear : you are special</div><div>Kiss on the nose : laughter</div><div>Kiss on the forhead : i comfort you</div><div>Kiss on the neck : i want you</div><div>kiss on ther shoulder : you are wonderful</div><div>Kiss anywhere else : be careful</div><div><br /></div><div>Play around with hair : i cant live without you</div><div>Holding Hands : Happiness</div><div>Arms around waist : you are mine, i need you.</div><div>A hug : i care</div><div>Nibble on the ear : start warming up.</div><div>Smiling at each other : i like you</div><div>Lifting eyebrows/wink : flirtation</div><div>Looking around : hiding true feelings.</div><div>Tender kiss on the side of your lips : you're mine</div><div>Wetting your lips : waiting for a kiss</div><div>Teardrop : im losing you</div><div>Crying : i lost you :(</div></div></div>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-33631789645702834952009-11-08T21:49:00.006-05:002009-11-24T19:34:50.485-05:00grrrrr<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYoFkfL-MiqXar9PRJGkYFbNYHzfddBOEl6Flk0CsRAizzOf1vOog82420CssEmwkcRSnSeRzZGzKWMYST7HmTvUJKnMidJrnBJGC4OrHtDgg-cP22jH6QW9KDCw1lcuP5S04ilkFC4Bd/s1600/20090225155615.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYoFkfL-MiqXar9PRJGkYFbNYHzfddBOEl6Flk0CsRAizzOf1vOog82420CssEmwkcRSnSeRzZGzKWMYST7HmTvUJKnMidJrnBJGC4OrHtDgg-cP22jH6QW9KDCw1lcuP5S04ilkFC4Bd/s400/20090225155615.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407833193564478354" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Well how are you today, ill tell you how i am, im bored, yes, BORED. my best friend E is still on holidays and i miss her so much. its really wierd here without her, just something will go wrong with one of my other friends or Z and me(whic it did) and i would always go straight to her coz she made me feel way better, but nooo shes no here so i went to M. he is such a great friend.<div><br /></div><div>well we were out at lunch today and Jw was hanging around me alot, but he always does and Z thought he liked me so Z had a go at him and i was like dont be so mean and then he got cranky at me. I cried and he was like tell me wats wrong. i told him to go away but he wouldnt which made me cry more, and then i finally told him wat was wrong and he was like, ' well that wasnt that hard was it' so i was like fine then,, and i walked away. Now were like one class away from each other and he is like being sad and pooey,, and it makes me sader and pooeyer. But he has a way of making me feel sader wen he doesn something wrong or i tell him to leave me alone. I HATE IT.</div><div><br /></div><div>anyways he like apologised with this piece of paper that he wrote 'sorry' on and im like ohk,, but seriously i wish he would really like prove he was sorry. arrrgghhh. well now im bored again and im going to go coz i like better do my work before i get in trouble.</div><div><br /></div><div>dont worry though.</div><div>I will be back :P</div><div><br /></div><div>ilee always</div><div>Courtney</div>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798355021957512913.post-23213997002315209272009-11-06T20:55:00.002-05:002009-11-24T19:26:59.766-05:00You Know You're In Love When...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3D909Vy3JOmFkg2-vq20U_hXLaLuI0rY2FmF56GE8ymbW_5I3NF8C6LcllILQaRzHFClvqu8XCAsSyvmtAU6ZxUPf84UKIpv5bTdocuoIwbvvfxy9BgBsWyTh5r97rDzCa5KEkJg5iz6z/s1600/Vintage_Love_by_Akaeya_Lovely.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3D909Vy3JOmFkg2-vq20U_hXLaLuI0rY2FmF56GE8ymbW_5I3NF8C6LcllILQaRzHFClvqu8XCAsSyvmtAU6ZxUPf84UKIpv5bTdocuoIwbvvfxy9BgBsWyTh5r97rDzCa5KEkJg5iz6z/s400/Vintage_Love_by_Akaeya_Lovely.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407831028422920066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMg6Rkc3pVWIe7PHUrwpZd1biM5tCRB5hOvgbmCuA-M5lvTk9M4uahtS011BHRuGwTioGo7rXxO0OmgfkeXqyWvRKmEq-Ybb58clUO21pqmfEdMS4WEAb87T6s8_9qP9uEUPtp4lhnmMI9/s1600/photography-1-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMg6Rkc3pVWIe7PHUrwpZd1biM5tCRB5hOvgbmCuA-M5lvTk9M4uahtS011BHRuGwTioGo7rXxO0OmgfkeXqyWvRKmEq-Ybb58clUO21pqmfEdMS4WEAb87T6s8_9qP9uEUPtp4lhnmMI9/s400/photography-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407831021575259922" /></a><div><br /></div>From personal experience of being in love (which i am now) i came up with<br />a list of things that i have noticed i do more than ever, now that i am in<br />love. So i think they may be signs of being in love. Anyway here goes;<p>You have all his 'i love you' emails and texts saved in a folder,<br />so you can read them, like, everyday.</p><p>You really can't imagine what life would be without him.</p><p>You feel so comfy being yourself around him.</p><p>You daydream about him and just random things like holding his hand.</p><p>You can stare at a pic of him for hours, without noticing any flaws.</p><p>When you kiss, your knees go weak(even if you've kissed him a<br />million times before)</p><p>You want to spend all your free time with him - you never get sick<br />of hanging out.</p><p>You go out of your way to make him super happy :)</p><p>You think he is the cutest looking boy you've ever seen.</p><p>Just thinking about him brings a big smile to your face :D</p><p>Your constantly drawing love hearts with both your initials inside<br />them, all over your schoolbooks and random bits of paper.</p><p>You don't mind doing stupid boy things as long as you guys get to<br />hang out.</p><p>You make an effort to learn about the things he likes, even if its<br />cars or Smallville.</p><p>You think sending him stupid soppy text messages is perfectly normal.</p><p>You saw him less than an hour ago, and youre alredy missing him<br />like crazy.</p><p>You start wearing his clothes in public.</p><p>You dress in matching colours without realising (OMG SO TRUE)</p><p>You have a freakish ability to finish off each others sentences.</p><p>Holding hands is a must whenever you are together.</p><p>So there you go, all of these are true to me,, now see how many are true<br />to you...</p>♡COCO♡http://www.blogger.com/profile/02517553067217585561noreply@blogger.com0