Priceless Snapshots

Team Jacob ..all the wayy!!!
Totally not a fan of the very LONG hike up the mountain though haha
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Cooties!

Boys are cheats and liars, they're such a big disgrace. They will tell you anything to get to second base.. ball, baseball, he think's he's gonna score. If you let him go all the way then you are a hor... ticulture studies flowers, geologist studies rocks. The only thing a guy wants from you is a place to put his cock... roaches, beetles, butterflies and bugs. Nothing makes him happier than a giant pair of jug... glers and acrobats, a dancing bear named chuck. All guys really want to do is - forget it, no such luck... =]

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Sold.

how much does ur life weigh? imagine for a second that ure carrying a backpack. i want u to pack it with all the stuff that u have in your life... u start with the little things. the shelves, the drawers, the knickknacks, then u start adding larger stuff. clothes, tabletop appliances, lamps, ur TV... the backpack should be getting pretty heavy now. u go bigger. ur couch, ur car, ur home... i want u to stuff it all into that backpack. Now I want u to fill it with people. start with casual acquaintances, friends of friends, folks around the school... and then u move into the people u trust with your most intimate secrets. ur brothers, ur sisters, ur children, ur parents and finally ur husband, ur wife, ur boyfriend, ur girlfriend. u get them into that backpack, feel the weight of that bag. make no mistake ur relationships are the heaviest components in ur life. all those negotiations and arguments and secrets, the compromises. the slower we move the faster we die. make no mistake, moving is living. some animals were meant to carry each other to live symbiotically over a lifetime. star crossed lovers, monogamous swans. we are not swans. we are sharks. up in the air.

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I just ...read about sandwiches & the art of taking a sh*t =]

First off, I feel obligated to give a special "shoutout" to my homie Mooooooooo! I think he is the only person who actually READS my blog. YAY to him! I just finished reading some of his "notes" on Facebook, and his subjects are not for those with weak stomachs. Random & Bizarre. Thanks for supporting the blog. Much appreciated =]

I AM TWEETING. again. Last year, I tweeted until my fingers felt numb. Got off for awhile, but NOWWWW I'm back on! Sooo if your on Twitter, follow me!! @BronzeBabi

Okay okay, so I have no idea what the main theme of this particular POST is. Bahaha!

I've been asked to do a lot of photo shoots lately. It's fun. I enjoy going out of my "element", dressing up, or dressing down. Showing different emotions portrayed through a photo. When people ask me if I model, I say no. Well then why do you have all these photos? I do them as favors for photographers. I feel that calling myself a "model" is disrespectful to those who work SOOOO hard, struggling to make it out in the treacherous modeling industry. I do not have even close to half the passion and drive that they do. I take photos as a past time. For some models, it's their job, their lifestyle.

For those who are unaware; September is YOGA month. I love doing yoga. It makes me feel relaxed and definitely works in the flexibility department! I highly recommend that everyone tries yoga at least ONCE. Especially the men. Get over your egotistical ways. Yoga is for everyone, not just women!
ATTENTION: THOSE WHO ARE IN THE MARIETTA, GA AREA
There are FREE yoga classes EVERY Saturday from 9am-10am @ Lululemon Athletica on 107 Church Street, Marietta GA. Bring your yoga mat, and a friend! There are also many other classes available. Just check out their community board!

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I'm too old ...

listen, i’m getting too old for a lot of things. but i’m not too old for words. for a baggy pair of jeans and my boyfriends t-shirts. i’m not too old for wine in a paper cup every once in a while. i’m not too old for peter pan and i’m not too old to quote holden caulfield. i’m not too old to lay in my bed all day trying to get this story out of my skin, trying to burn it through the paper and leave my thumb prints hanging from each corner. i’m not too old to read books under my covers with a flashlight, not too old to stare at the glow in the dark stars stuck on my ceiling at night. i’m not too old to ride around with the windows down and simon and garfunkel turned up, because that’s the way simon and garfunkel should be played. i’m not too old to jump on my bed and refuse to wash my hair. i’m not too old to run around barefoot with a smile stuck on my face even when times are hard. and i’m not too old to get out of here. next spring i’m taking off. to hear summer turn into fall. to listen as the leaves in a park somewhere whisper stories in my ear. to fall asleep in the rose gardens, wake up when winter laughs under my sheet. to write letters back home on paper napkins, make light waves feel like experiences. to make mistakes, to write poetry in the back seat of a bus, to exchange a thousand awkward words with people i’ve never met. to do things i’ve never done on my own before, to fail miserably time over time, to fuck up and never ever ever ever give up.

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