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Name: liana
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Birthday: 5/18/1993
Gender: Female
Interests: God, my family, my friends, my bible, art, dancing, violin, writing, books.
Occupation: i'm homeschooled.
Message: message me
Member Since:
5/15/2006
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| It's been quiet here. Not many new revelations, things to share, and thoughts about life in general. Just pondering change and understanding what's going on.
It may continue to be quiet. I'm unsure. It's hard to tell how long these quiet times in my life last. A week, longer, but maybe forever? Who knows.
Impressions, you've made impressions They're going nowhere They're just going to wait here if you let them Please don't let them I want to know you And if they're going to haunt me Please collect them Please just collect them And now I'm beggingI'm begging you to ask me just one question
One simple question
Because then you'd know me
I'll tell you that there's time
To make this work for all intents and purposes
At least for my own
What is a heart worth if it's just left all alone?
Leave it long enough and watch it turn into stone
Why must we always be untrue?
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| Life is good.
My friend is fine after a freak car accident (in Mexico, nonetheless) and there's a new baby in my family. I got to spend a weekend with some of my favorite kids in the entire world. I'm going to be in a select group of people who are playing Handel's "Messiah". All these little and big things add up to make, well, good.
Yep. Life is good.
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| I laid/sat/whatever you want to call it/ on that dentist chair while he stuck his latex covered hands in my mouth, carefully cleaning and then placing each bracket. It was disturbing and the whole time I wanted to puke from the smell of the chemicals he was putting on my teeth. How can something that stinks so terribly not be bad for me to swallow? Anyway.
I laid on that chair for half an hour and suddenly the first step to this process that will cost $4000+ was done.
I am officially a brace face. This constant metal in my mouth will remind me that I'm not nearly as old as I sometimes think I am. I'm still that little girl who needs her teeth to get fixed and such. I'm still far from being an adult.
Yeah. Brace face.
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| I'm not sure when I got this status as a good shopper (trust me, I don't have that much experience as most of my clothes are given to me or bought by my mother) but I have gotten four invitations to go shopping with or help someone pick out new clothes in the last two weeks. Maybe it's because I'm opinionated and like helping people learn to look better. Maybe it's because it's just something I like to do. Either way, I love it. Because I seriously love clothes.
And although it's not really being a stylist, it makes me wish I could be the next Rachel Zoe. Oh, to have money and fame...
And the Christian Louboutin and Giuseppe Zanotti heels wouldn't hurt no one. =)
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| I'm sitting in 57. There are seven of us sitting around on couches and chairs listening to Jess play guitar and Tommy play djembe. Two others are over near the kitchen talking. It's nice like this. We talked for a while tonight about lots of stuff. Good stuff. I like that.
I taught choir today. When I think about it right now, I think it was someone else who did that. Me? Teach? Hahaha. Whatever. But it was me. I taught that class and next week I'll teach the class again. I've got to think of who I want to do the solo and how I want to split the class up to sing the two different parts. It's all so weird, this growing up and having responsibility. It's so weird.
Well, we're going home now. We're collecting our things and putting on coats to face the chilly night. It's nice. I like it. And that's all for now.
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