Currently Listening Rocket Man 03 By Elton John see related

i think i'm going to take a vacation from xanga and try out myspace<3.
could it be worth it? eh, maybe. sadly, xanga is slowly loosing its touch. that and this layout is annoying to look at and i don't feel like looking for another right now.

if you'd like to visit, i go by the same name as my xanga one.
www.myspace.com/sunrisesmilex08x

Good-bye, Xanga.

Currently Listening You're Beautiful By James Blunt see related

hey.
so if it's not obvious, i'm taking a break from xanga.
2nd semester; tons of homework; not much time for xanga, sadly.
there're possibitlies that i might return.

Currently Listening Heard Em Say By Kanye West see related

hey kids.

i had to go to orchestra all-region yesterday morning til 5. man, was it hard to not to fall asleep. i don't know. something about hearing violins&cellos makes me drowsy. especially, if one of the selections is called 'LORD OF THE RINGS.' don't EVER hesitate; you know it's going to be boring! formal was last night though. i'd say it was fun. NOT spectacular. NOT boring. just in between. BUT, i was extremely tired after that orchestra stuff that when i got there i was seriously out of it! no joke. here's just a few pics to give you an idea.

 < kayla & i >

 < tanner me & cassie >

 < & that's my dress. i wish somehow they could change the back drop from my kitchen to something more elegant. haha >

 >> can you guess who that is? i made it smaller to make it more challenging. haha. guess who it is and get a prize!

haha i did it again. got another teacher to take in some work that wasn't even the assignment. mrs. lancaster told us to have essay written about a promt she had on the board which had to be 4 paragraphs and well let's just say i hadn't started? i was going to do it during study period but i had to make up an unexpected test for spanish THE SAME EXACT DAY! FREAKING OUT, i attempted to finish it in the last 5 mins. of study period although, it didn't work out that way. thankfully, christin mickleboro gave me an idea to get my hero speech from speech class and use it. i changed the class period, moved the date up a few days, crossed out "hero essay" at the top with my pen since no one had white-out, and put "{" with numbers next to each paragraph so she wouldn't have to count them. and did she take it? heck yeah. mwahahhaa. and i had 5 PARAGRAPHS! ooh, what then?! you should have seen her face! was she surprised!? very.

i think i should get a new layout. don't you agree? i think i've had this layout long enough for people to know i like the 80s.

Currently Listening Material Girl By Madonna see related

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dispise   

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it was horrible -- no, no. horrible is an  understatment. it was, (insert a better where then horrible here), beyond belife! i got up to the front of the class, looked at mrs. lancaster, then the class, then the wall and it was like someone got a broom and swept my memory like it was dirt on a porch. i guess that's what being over-confident get's you. i mean, it might not seem so drastically terrible, but trust me, it was pretty bad.  if you were to see the days prior to when i recited my speech and saw how long i took memorizing that thing... ugh. many mintues wasted. oh well. moving on with my life.

tomorrow, cassie and i are going to cheader's then, FINALLY to the new hollywood theaters. oh yesss. so what? it took us like a month and a few days to go to the place? who cares. tristen and isolde is what we'll be spending our five dollars and change on. talk about exciting even though i've heard negative talk about the movie.

i still don't have a formal dress for the formal coming up. talk about a tragedy. however, that will definitly change come sunday when my sister takes me to grapevine in dallas. yes ma'm! sorry dillard's & cw butique or however you spell it

hm. i'm getting tired of my profile pic so i think i'll change. don't know to what, though. can't upload my camera for the fact that  i misplaced my docking station. whoops. yet, anything besides that depressing black and white photo of me will do.

ok i'm out. later kids.

Currently Listening Unpredictable By Jamie Foxx see related

not much to say just thought i'd update. back when i use to used LJ aka livejournal, i would go to different people's journals and read them especially upperclassmen people because they always had something blunt and in your face to say which made me interested. i really liked this one guy's entry by colin lee who gave a short essay on his perspective of being an east texan:

To be an East Texan, oh what a luxury that is, I can only begin to tell. Being an East Texan is like being on a deserted island, one possibly home to a second Alcatraz for those of us to wish to get off of it,where the world is kept locked away only to be seen on television or in books. Naturally it means your mind is about as wide as the gap between a cricket's (our native bug of sorts) two eyes and your already incomprehensible language consisting of words such as "fixin" and "aint" is further muddled by drawing it out so that everyone can go to the bathroom, eat dinner, and grab a nap by the time you have said the word "farm." Due to some ungodly amount of nature or pine trees or other environmental aspect, people trick themselves into believing that life really is about raising a "perfect" family with sports at the center of the universe. Worldy events are of no matter when you've done your job as an athlete or athletic parent here in good o'le East Texas. As a matter of fact, they matter so little, it's only natural to stay here all your life so that you can get one step up on your neighbor,or to put it more relatively, your brother, in the family business. Kids are angelic in these parts, and better yet, they're all the same; perfectly cut from the same square cookie cutters that allow them to grow up thinking only gay people sexually contract AIDS and that the crap they play on MTV is actually music. People here are convinced that "vintage Abercrombie," priced at $437 a t-shirt and made by a starving child in western Asia whose pay is an astronomical 30 cents/hour, is far better than any real vintage shirt for 99 cents down at the goodwill, and it shows. Everyone wears the same thing, or some minor alteration of it. But hey, at least there's cow tipping and those crazy weekend parties where the chance to fritter away braincells and enhance your gut are all but irresistible, right? Contentment is key when you're an East Texan, that way you can settle down to a mediocre job with mediocre pay, etc., etc. Why take chances, that's for those liberal crazies, no? But of course.

talk about the truth...