tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51492149346627964782024-02-07T14:32:50.148-08:00One Artist's PerspectiveMiss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.comBlogger298125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-58213053881514477022017-01-31T18:36:00.002-08:002017-01-31T19:35:01.652-08:00Chapter 1All the days seem to blur together.<br />
I still can't figure out if it's a good or bad thing, but hey I'm just going with it.<br />
I'm gonna be fifty before I know it with 12 kids and 25 grand kids. Hahaha, yeah....I hope that's a lie.<br />
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Those that think I've died, disappeared, living under a rock, think again my fat friends (you're not really fat that's the only thing that came to mind. No offense intended). I'm actually not, or maybe I should go with that, make up a great story, get famous.<br />
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Guys, girls, who ever you may be I'm living in a nice apartment, living the corporate life, doing art on the side (occasionally), eating cereal for every meal, and pretending to be cooler than I actually am.<br />
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Actually I'm pretty cool.<br />
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The reason why I lie about being cool and may seem as though I absolutely loathe myself, is to keep me humble and in check. Otherwise I'd probably be going around screaming "Hey, everybody, come and see how good I look", no, that was a lie. I wouldn't do that, ever (wink, wink).<br />
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I bought a bag of veggie straws and I feel like that's all I've eaten for the past two days, well besides the cereal thing, oh and mac n' cheese, that was a delicious mistake.<br />
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I can't remember the last time I watched a TV series. Goodbye television, goodbye movies, goodbye Netflix. Hello self control. I could say, hello work, hello busy life, hello cute boy, or hello too lazy to watch anything, but I like self control better so we'll just stick with that...oh wait, except the office, there's always time for the office.<br />
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So lets say hello to blogging again (this is not a joke) cause I missed it...<br />
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Hi, I'm Kimberly and I believe in second chances (so give me a second chance and read my blog...unless you don't want to then whatever...no but for real).<br />
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Oh, a selfie just in case you forgot how I looked because now I'm old. Here's to new chapters (the title is chapter 1, i thought it was clever).<br />
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Tam wanted to know about the Curl Secret. A curling iron that is basically revolutionizing the hair world as we know it. Since we both have manes of hair we figured it would be the way to go….except for the fact it costs a massive amount of loot…at least for a college student.</div>
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We looked for reviews and I'm almost positive we found the best one.</div>
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Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-86187738877821584632014-06-18T14:21:00.001-07:002014-06-19T08:46:33.230-07:00My Life. My Art.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I've been thinking a lot lately about how I want to influence people through what I love. If you, fellow people, have been following my blog you've probably figured out by now I'm a "wanna be" artist. An artist with a purpose, to bring light into peoples lives, to make them feel happy, and have a weight be lifted. I've been debating on how to do it ever since I chose art to be a big part of my life. This is also the reason why I've gone back and forth for years now whether to quit and change degrees. Now I have realized that I have an option to do something great with what I love.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm pretty dang sure I just took the most important class of my entire college career. Thank you, Jim Godfrey. </span>Art<span style="font-family: inherit;"> is a massive influence on the entire population of the world. How we write, to communicate, started out as an art form. This moved to printing books - the Bible, the Book of Mormon, the atlas, changing fonts. Then greeting cards, posters, and advertisements. Art makes you want to buy a burger when you see the billboard sign on the side of the road. Art makes you want that </span>elegant<span style="font-family: inherit;"> dress in the magazine. Visual communication is everywhere around you, it makes you want, it make you need, it makes you feel, it has changed our lives whether by good or by evil. Now, don't get your panties in a twist, I'm not saying that the artists are the best thing that has ever happened since sliced bread, but they're up on the list. How could they not be you're </span>influenced<span style="font-family: inherit;"> by there work whether you realize it or not. Being an artist means to create. I have the option to create good or bad and not only that but <u>for</u> good or bad. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I was given a free lancing job about a month and a half ago, maybe two. A gentleman was opening up a coffee shop and wanted me to design the shirt for it. Okay, I don't drink coffee, but I'm not going to condemn those that do, so hey, why not. It was very low pay, but I was willing for the opportunity to get my art work out. He preceded to tell me what he wanted on the shirt, "could you draw for me an old man about to smoke some weed? I mean obviously he won't be smoking it, it's just the idea of smoking it." and that's what it starts with right? The idea? Now I was really contemplating to accept or not, he got my information, I got his. By the end of the day I knew my answer. I couldn't support that. It wasn't an uplifting image, maybe to someone getting high, but that's not what I wanted. Not that the guy that's high is a bad person, but that I knew that it wouldn't stop him from destroying his body, if anything it would influence him to keep puffing. I know, you're probably thinking, it's a </span>small<span style="font-family: inherit;"> thing, but do you get where I'm going people? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;">I once created a test called The Road to Hell. I had just finished illustrating a section of Dante's Divine Comedy for an Italian publisher. When I first got the assignment I was unhappy that I had been given Purgatory as a subject as opposed to Inferno. As an illustrator, Hell had always seemed more interesting to me. Frankly, I never quite understood the difference between Hell and Purgatory. As you may know, the difference is simply that those in Hell are not aware of what put them in Hell and are doomed to be there forever. Those in Purgatory are aware of their sins and consequently have the possibility of getting out by moving to a higher plane. This fact immediately made Purgatory more relevant to me, in part, because Purgatory is where most of us are right now. In any event, awareness of what we actually do in life seems worth thinking about. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">2. Do an ad for a slow-moving, boring film to make it seem like a lighthearted comedy?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">3. Design a crest for a new vineyard to suggest that it's been in business for a long time?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">4. Design a jacket for a book whose sexual content you find personally repellent?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">5. Design an advertising campaign for a company with a history of known discrimination in minority hiring?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">6. Design a package for a cereal aimed at children, which has low nutritional value and high sugar content?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">7. Design a line of T-shirts for a manufacturer who employs child labor?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">8. Design a promotion for a diet product that you know doesn't work?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">9. Design an ad for a political candidate whose policies you believe would be harmful to the general public?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">10. Design a brochure piece for an SUV that turned over more frequently than average in emergency conditions and caused the death of 150 people?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">When I gave this test to students between the ages of 21 to 28, I discovered that in a group of 20, 3 or 4 of them were willing to go all the way—That is, participate in advertising a product whose use might cause the user's death. These were generally idealistic young people as yet seemingly uncorrupted by money or professional life. However, they drew the line at harming their family, friends or neighbors.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">Thank you Milton Glaser.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I guess I could have just summed up this </span>post<span style="font-family: inherit;"> into 12 words. I </span>want<span style="font-family: inherit;"> to create something good that God would be proud of.</span></div>
Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-73296973933340250462014-05-24T11:08:00.001-07:002014-05-24T11:08:56.585-07:00thinking and doing.Making: sense of my life. It doesn't help to over think things...playing things out in your mind. Let's be honest with ourselves it never turns out the way you want it no matter how many times you run it through your thick brain...like this post for insistence. It's going to be boring and plain no matter how many times I think it through. <br />
Cooking: brownies. Brownies for my brother. My brothers can basically talk me into anything. They have me wrapped around their fingers.<br />
Drinking: milk, with my cookies that I'm eating for breakfast.<br />
Wanting: to skip school and work and do art for the rest of my days in my art studio, that is non existent.<br />
Looking: at the mountains...no, wishing I was looking at the mountains.<br />
Playing: basketball. I miss that sport. http://www.viralhoops.com/streetball-moves-nba/<br />
Wasting: time.<br />
Wishing: i was out in the wilderness.<br />
Enjoying: summer and long weekends.<br />
Waiting: to move to St. George in April.<br />
Liking: the smell of fresh flowers when walking down the sidewalk.<br />
Wondering: what my life is going to be like in 2 years.<br />
Loving: Temples.<br />
Hoping: to leave the fence of the United States for a humanitarian project. Not that I don't love the fence because I do. God bless America.<br />
Marveling: at new born babies. Welcome to the world baby Gentry.<br />
Needing: a drink of water, but to lazy to get one.<br />
Smelling: brownies.<br />
Wearing: clothes, thank goodness. More specific? Baggy jean, stripped t-shirt, and boots.<br />
Following: the path Christ has paved for me. At least trying to.<br />
Noticing: the little things.<br />
Knowing: the church is true.<br />
Thinking: about someone.<br />
Feeling: how much I love my family.<br />
Bookmarking: places to travel.<br />
Opening: my mind to new possibilities.<br />
Laughing: at Mitch, who joined me for lunch at work (thank you, Mitchy!).<br />
Feeling: light.<br />
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Next up...our short trip to Colorado.<br />
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We got a new roommate. She's definitley not my b-right, but I like her for the most part.</div>
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She's quite interesting, but who isn't?<br />
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Last night she woke up at 4am. She proceeded to wake up her roomie and told her that she was home sick and asked if they could cuddle.<br />
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Did i mention that she's seventeen.<br />
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Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-90322558726453284562014-04-13T18:27:00.001-07:002014-04-14T11:39:33.344-07:00My other half<div style="text-align: center;">
I'm currently obsessed with grapefruit juice, Ever After, Soldier by Gavin DeGraw, Mexican food, converse, dresses...always dresses...actually really anything I can dress up in, such as <a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/shop/clothing/skirts/waltzing-matilda-ball-skirt" target="_blank">this</a>, I'm currently coveting it and my partner in crime...Tambam. Is that weird that I'm obsessed with my twin? </div>
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Well, hello, I am. </div>
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We have the best times together. What would I ever do without that beautiful girl?</div>
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She has stood by me even when I look like an idiot.</div>
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Honestly we're like peanut butter and jelly.</div>
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That's the closest thing that I can think of that describes our relationship. Cliche, but true.</div>
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Thank goodness she's stuck with me forever. She's the greatest part of me. I should tell her more often. </div>
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We are best friends, and I will never let that change, no matter who we marry, no matter where we live, no matter what happens in our lives, we will always be peanut butter and jelly.</div>
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Dang, I love her so much. I wish I had more to give her.</span></div>
Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-66223557018708434522014-03-27T09:22:00.000-07:002014-03-27T09:22:49.103-07:00Guess what?<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.mormon.org/me/FD62" target="_blank">My Mormon.org profile was published today.</a></div>
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I'm surprised they excepted me <span style="font-size: xx-small;">wink, wink,</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> but for real</span></div>
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I'm not as cool as other people on there, but hey, I'm still a Daughter of God, and he thinks I'm pretty cool, right big guy?....I hope. </div>
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In other news, I'm falling behind in printmaking and missing class on accident....I swear every time I take that class this happens to me. Last time I took it I remember missing 3 major assignments. My dear teacher has been moving around our class schedule. I'm starting to get confused about what times we actually meet. I've decided not to stress out about it this time around, maybe I need to start. What's wrong with me and printmaking?</div>
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I'm currently wondering why I painted my nails. </div>
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I went swimming yesterday. Our pool is heated. I liked it, or rather loved it.</div>
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I want to sit on my parents front porch, eat watermelon, and talk to my family late into the night. </div>
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Oh how I miss the good times. Summer is calling my name.<br />
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Speaking of wants, I want to highlight my hair...michelle, karalee?</div>
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I'm currently listening to <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rk20DGmlsIU" target="_blank">this</a>. Thank you work station for actually playing something worth listening to.<br />
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We signed another contact with our apartment complex. I like it. I get to keep my pool.<br />
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I only have a month left in school.</div>
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Life has been pretty dang good to me. </div>
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Peace and blessings my people.</div>
Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-16728530501647231172014-03-14T14:29:00.001-07:002014-03-14T14:57:49.699-07:00Mormon.org<div style="text-align: center;">
I've joined the "I'm a Mormon" campaign.</div>
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I've never really liked that Slogan. I'd prefer if it was "I'm a Latter Day Saint", </div>
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I understand why it is "I'm a Mormon" so hey, I won't complain. I think it's a great thing, and I want to be like everyone else on there.</div>
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I'm waiting to be "reviewed", so that's cool.</div>
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What else is new in my life that you guys couldn't care less about?</div>
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I have bad bacteria living inside of me. Mom's been trying to kill it the natural way....?</div>
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Who tells some one that eating a whole apple, core and all, will heal their stomach problems...Well guys, let me introduce you to my dear angel Mother.</div>
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Although I see where she's coming from on most things, I don't get this one.<br />
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I've been having an inner argument about my hair length.<br />
I'm planning on cutting it to my chin in May.<br />
We'll see if I go through with it.</div>
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I bought a new set of scriptures. I figured it was about time, since the last one I bought was purchased in 9th grade. Just opening them makes me smile. I think it's safe to say I love them.<br />
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Shout out to my sister Lisa. The one that can make me smile, laugh uncontrollable, and started my love of thrifting. I wish we lived closer. Happy Birthday girl! </div>
Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-73716206586072572652014-02-25T16:55:00.001-08:002014-02-25T16:55:23.814-08:00Faith<div style="text-align: center;">
Sometimes I think that He must be up there smiling and possibly laughing a little bit as I sit here wondering what's next in my life. </div>
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I was reading my "old journal". I was on the search of a spiritual realization that I <strike>wanted</strike> needed to remember. Instead, I couldn't help but think how ridiculous I was. It's hard to imagine that I used to be that girl, wasting my time writing about things that didn't matter.</div>
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I was so embarrassed. In order to remedy the shame I wrote the words,</div>
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"A girl trying to figure out who she is"</div>
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in the front. Thinking somehow that would make it better.</div>
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I'll tell ya, it didn't. I want to burn that red book. I know I shouldn't because it's good to look back and realize how much I have learned and changed just within the last year. </div>
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My kids ain't ever reading that thing.</div>
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I'm on a spiritual high. It's times like these that I wish could last forever.</div>
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I wish I could just shove what I'm feeling into you. </div>
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Yeah, that's weird.</div>
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Welcome to my blog,</div>
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I'm weird.</div>
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You're weird.</div>
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Face it, we're weird together.</div>
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but seriously.....</div>
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"faith is a real power, not just an expression of belief."</div>
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-President Boyd K Packer</div>
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and sometimes I think we forget that.</div>
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Faith moves mountains, even if your mountain is small.</div>
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Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-29843718007809200612014-02-18T15:31:00.001-08:002014-02-18T15:31:17.149-08:00Let it go<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/UtJIERhCa1E" width="459"></iframe><br /><br />
So my computer was stolen and this happened. Enjoy, I know I did.Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-63118319774533579032014-02-12T16:22:00.002-08:002014-02-12T16:22:46.948-08:00Valentine's day<div style="text-align: center;">
Yes, I'm blogging about love again. </div>
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It's the week of love. Make me puke.</div>
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Since it is the holiday mushy crap and making out. I bought myself sweats; to sit in on the lovely friday, I'll be listening to my top play list. In my car. Driving. Road trip. </div>
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I'm going to see my minions. </div>
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Don't tell them. It's a surprise. </div>
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Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-49011401283342640162014-02-10T09:49:00.001-08:002014-02-19T00:45:42.609-08:00Love.Well, it's approaching valentines day.<br />
You know it's that time of year when valentines are the only thing on pinterest.<br />
Anyone want to be my noncommittal boyfriend.<br />
Actually, it would be committal since I ain't like that.<br />
And since every boy has probably silently said no in their head....my question is....<br />
Should I go with the usual tradition of horror movies?<br />
Or actually do something with my life on this day of love? No.<br />
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Should I get a tinder? haHAhaha...........<br />
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Possibly............................<br />
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Maybe I'm getting desperate.<br />
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Guys...................<br />
Oh my....<br />
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Love is a feeling you feel when you feel that you're about to feel a feeling that you've never felt before.<br />
Yep.<br />
Yep.<br />
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Peace and Blessings.<br />
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Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-15307804113677987642014-02-03T18:31:00.000-08:002014-02-03T22:46:15.855-08:00Well that happened #1<div>
When a boy starts to talk to you, and wonders why you've never meet before. Hmmmm. Then he tells you you're quiet and that must be why. You respond with "ha..ah.....HAhah...<span style="font-size: x-small;">haha...</span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">haha</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(<---awkward laugh), </span>No, I'm not." Silence. Just turn and walk away. So I did. Actually he did. Maybe it was mutual. Okay, it was more me.</div>
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I'm off the duty of caring for little hooligans. Seven of them. Six boys, one girl.</div>
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Nanny 911 called they want their kids back.</div>
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Okay, okay they weren't that bad. </div>
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Besides the stomach flu, a false alarm of chicken pox, and a 17 year old that could care less what you would say, it was all fine and dandy.</div>
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It made me realize three things:</div>
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#1 I love my life. </div>
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#2 I'm happy I wasn't married when I was eighteen.</div>
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#3 Eventually, I want to have kids. When a five year old wants to come in your room at 6:30 in the morning and you ask why and he responds with "because I like you kimberly" your heart melts. </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">It was still way to early. I responded with no, you could hear him walk away with "you don't like me anymore"</span></div>
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When you add a boy that you "clicked" with on FB and he doesn't respond.....normally I wouldn't think anything of it, unless he changed his profile and I'm only assuming that means he's been on FB. Well guys, I'm a stalker, we already knew that. Redeem yourself man. Press that little button that says "accept".</div>
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I'm 94% of the way done with my Bachelors. Did I already mention that? I don't know what I'm gonna do next. Help me. </div>
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I'm thinking of unofficially starting a youtube channel with Tam. Maybe it's called vlogging? Yeah? I need input? Would you watch it?</div>
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I bought another lipstick. I might be a little obsessed or a lot. Which ever. It's cool.</div>
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So I've found that I'm a socially awkward person. I think I've been one for a while now, but I'm just now admitting it to myself and all my fans. </div>
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Hello fans. The two people that care. I love you.</div>
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I realized something today. Besides the socially awkward thing...</div>
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I was having a hard time with feeling excepted and loved among a certain group of people.</div>
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I didn't belong and I knew it. I wanted to stop having anything to do with them.</div>
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Every time I had to be somewhere with them I would dread it. I mean really dread it.</div>
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This all led down to one thing. I wasn't good enough. I felt it in my heart.</div>
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Every time I was around this group they were amazing, beyond friendly, perfectly righteous, and killer funny. It sucked. </div>
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I hated it. </div>
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I started to compare myself to them, wanting to be like them. </div>
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Every time I tried, i made an absolute fool of myself, then I would get mad, and run things over in my head about how stupid I was. How I stubbled over my words, how I wasn't as socially nice, and I kept asking myself why I was there, why I had said that. I wanted to die.</div>
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Usually I don't care what people think, but this was killing me slowly. </div>
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I was getting more and more depressed inside. </div>
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I wanted to quit, but my pride wouldn't let me. </div>
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I'm not a quitter, I was taught to never be one, to never stop because it got hard. </div>
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Well this got more than difficult for me. I started to blame this group for the problem I was having.</div>
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Last week, just after being with them, I found myself talking to my Heavenly Father in my car driving back to my small apartment. </div>
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This was harder than I ever expected it to be when I accepted this opportunity.</div>
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This was supposed to help me make friends, influence people, and becoming less socially awkward.</div>
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Guys! Can I emphasis enough how much I started to hate myself?</div>
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Every time I left those people I would ask myself a ton of question of "why am I not....?"</div>
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I realized something today...</div>
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I know I'm a daughter of God, I know I'm a good girl. I know who I am, but I didn't realize my self worth.</div>
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I didn't realize that the reason why I was hating these people was my own fault. Not theirs. </div>
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I wasn't trying hard enough.</div>
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It was my fault when we were told to say something nice to the person next to us, that the guy that got me couldn't say one dang thing.</div>
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It was my fault because I didn't care. I stopped caring when I couldn't measure up to this outrageous standard that I pushed myself to be, and when i couldn't reach it I would hate myself even more.</div>
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I realized this. I would never be like them. I will never be as witty, as kind, as spiritual, as social as all of them, because I put these people to unreachable heights.</div>
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I am who I am. I chose to come here. I may not be perfect, but I'm trying to be the best that I can be. </div>
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We are all different and that's why God loves us individually.</div>
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I realized that I need to be myself and stop trying to be someone else.</div>
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I don't have to be someone I'm not because I know who I am.</div>
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I'm Kimberly Craven.</div>
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And I'm back.</div>
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Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-46261398527490116142014-01-20T19:30:00.001-08:002014-01-20T19:30:49.932-08:00The Latest of the Arts<div style="text-align: right;">
I'm in printmaking again.</div>
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I new what I wanted to do for my first project.</div>
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It's different from everyone else's, but</div>
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I like to do art projects that mean something.</div>
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Here's the rough draft.</div>
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Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-472126373167870902014-01-19T21:02:00.000-08:002014-02-03T22:37:38.687-08:00There was this one time....I know, you are all shocked.<br />
Kimberly has Blogged three timed in a row....within the same month.<br />
I'm tellin' ya, I'm back.<br />
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So, Remember when I was an idiot when boys came to the door and asked if I remembered them?<br />
Tamara?<br />
They didn't know she was a twin.<br />
Remember when they asked if we wanted to go to a bonfire with their ward and friends?<br />
I said yes, then they asked if we wanted a ride. I said yes, then tam knocked some sense into me and I realized I was being an idiot. Bonfire, in the canyon, invited by three boys that we don't actually know.<br />
but their smiles.....<br />
Remember when we actually went?<br />
Well we did. They carried a good spirit. If I was creeped out in the slightest I would have said no.<br />
Remember when we had a good time?<br />
It was fun. We meet new people. I'm thinking about one boy in particular. He's attractive. I like him. We'll see what happens :)<br />
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Oh, and remember when I took my very best friends engagement photos?<br />
Yeah that happened. Brighton, you're gorgeous.<br />
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Happy sabbath. The church is true.Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-2596716286170224652014-01-13T16:22:00.001-08:002014-02-03T22:39:50.971-08:00let's talk about the ONE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
No, I'm not talking about star wars.</div>
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Is that even a star wars reference? I'm not sure. </div>
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You can call me a star wars noob, since I've only seen bits and pieces of it.</div>
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Moving on to the good stuff.</div>
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My friend got his heart hurt...that's actually bad news. </div>
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His girl picked it up and clenched it. </div>
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I hate her. </div>
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Hear comes the good news....for me:</div>
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I love the fact that I get to sit on my couch, eating brownies, and have girl talk with my friends because of this retarded female.</div>
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I'm glad they trust me enough to confide in my me.</div>
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I'm glad they love me enough just to talk to me.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">They probably come for the sympathy food, but they swear to me they don't.</span></div>
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Yeah I'm that girl, and quite frankly I like it.</div>
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Then I realized:</div>
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I love my single life.</div>
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These last few months have been great growing experiences,</div>
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I've made life long friends,</div>
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and am planning some great pranks for wars between apartments. </div>
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I don't want to rush getting married </div>
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I know it will be worth the wait. </div>
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I don't need to stress about the guy that wasn't into me, the guy thats weird and is into me, or the guy that completely breaks my heart.</div>
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Us singles always hear "just you wait the right one it coming"</div>
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Yeah, I'll admit, most the time I think it's a load of poop, but it's the only thing that gives me hope.</div>
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I'm waiting for the man that makes be happy beyond belief, the one that I will miss when he drops me off at my door step,</div>
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like Frank LeRoy was for Lyle Tyler.</div>
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Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-5380280171276879542014-01-11T00:04:00.001-08:002014-01-11T00:05:03.660-08:00Helloooo friends,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Call it what you will, a new years resolution? No, but it could be.</div>
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Most of my "your life needs major improvements list" (the one that we all have at the beginning of the year. Don't act like you didn't make one, cause you at least thought about it...like me) has something to do with spiritual growth. Which is fantastic and personally my favorite.</div>
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It made my heart grow two more sizes, and I'm not just making fun of the grinch, I mean it, I swear.</div>
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I love this gospel.</div>
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Institue has changed my life.</div>
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They're killin' me.</div>
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Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-37745788121606495712013-11-04T15:44:00.001-08:002013-11-04T15:49:12.697-08:00Things I'm grateful for..<div style="text-align: center;">
The cute boy that i'm major crushin' on put his arm around me last night. </div>
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I know it's nothing big, but that's all i wanted. </div>
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I liked it. I loved it.</div>
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It helps that he's a fine man.</div>
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And a boy that's actually worth my time.</div>
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The gospel.</div>
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It makes me smile.</div>
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I've felt closer to the Lord than I have in weeks.</div>
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I don't know where I would be without him. I feel his love.</div>
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Good boys.</div>
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Not just good boys, but really good boys, like the gentlemen kind.</div>
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The one's that are grown up and mature and not acting like we are still in high school...that was four years ago. I'm over it.</div>
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My parents. All you need to know is...they're the best.</div>
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Honest to goodness...the best! I'm grateful everyday for the way they raised me. I never realized what a great blessing it would be later in life for a clean home, learning to cook with nothing, and living off no money. For a worthy priesthood holder. For letting me be an adult and making me pay my own way, even though I know if I ever needed help they would give me anything even if they didn't have it. For not doubting me or the gospel. For their unshakeable faith. Teaching me that worldly things aren't important and don't matter, the lord does. For their trust and for teaching me what true love is.</div>
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Art. It's hard. It's worth it.</div>
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Institute. I was promised that if I take institute I would never fail a college class. I never have. Even when I have an F in the class by the end of the semester I have a passing grade.</div>
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Thank you Grandpa.</div>
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Not to mention I'm on institute council and have meet some amazing people and have made eternal friends, great friends that talk to me and believe in me.</div>
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A roommate that makes me extremely happy.</div>
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I just want you all to know I'm extremely blessed!</div>
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The things that other people may not notice, but you do. </div>
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Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-79278801041239425512013-10-16T21:27:00.001-07:002013-10-16T21:27:54.688-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">
Are blogs dying out or is it just me?</div>
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Thank you for all of the inspirational ideas for my auction piece.</div>
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I got one phone call....from my sister. </div>
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Life is great.</div>
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One of the institute teacher over council, Bro. Monson, asked me if I had a boyfriend.</div>
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No.</div>
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He gave me a goal to flirt with four boys by the end of this week.</div>
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Ha, that's rich.</div>
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Please sir.</div>
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He followed up on it today. </div>
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Not one boy. </div>
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He was thoroughly disappointed.</div>
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He made me promise I would.</div>
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We shall see.</div>
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The problem?</div>
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There isn't one guy that I want to waste my time on.</div>
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Something has to be wrong with me.</div>
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Can I runaway?</div>
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Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-17962134993851014332013-10-10T00:30:00.000-07:002013-10-09T23:45:38.382-07:00Guys...<div style="text-align: center;">
Girls....</div>
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Whatever you are.</div>
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I need help.</div>
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I need some fantastic art ideas.</div>
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Now.</div>
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PLEASE be a friend,</div>
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and help a sista out :)</div>
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Think,</div>
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Something that you would want on your wall.</div>
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I have to impress all the famous utah artists.</div>
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I'm actually going to have a chance to expose my art to the world (or at least mormonville...which isn't a bad thing).</div>
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People.</div>
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This is beyond anything I imagined,</div>
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but I'm trying not to get my hopes up. </div>
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Soo back to the discussion at hand.</div>
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I need your help.</div>
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I want to do something original that everyone would love, because</div>
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not only am I going to be in the same room as the famous ones, but they are going to be competing with me for the highest bidder.</div>
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I know that religious stuff is huge in utah,</div>
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but I suck at it. Literally.</div>
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So...</div>
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I kind of want to do a political thing or landscape or temple?</div>
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I don't know. I'm scared. </div>
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Plus I only have 3 weeks to do it. </div>
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Suggestions are welcomed....</div>
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This is what's been goin' down lately.</div>
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Nice chunks of meat for your viewing pleasure.</div>
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Eventually they will be hanging on my wall.</div>
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Okay, I was a little...not nice.</div>
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Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-27387846052840433282013-10-09T17:51:00.000-07:002013-10-09T17:51:05.730-07:00I'm sitting in Art History.<div style="text-align: center;">
Wondering how I'm going to pass my midterm.</div>
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Sometimes I don't know how to put my feelings into words.<br />
So lets not go over it.<br />
It's irrelevant and not important.<br />
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My roommate called me the Incredible Hulk (thank you...compliment of a lifetime) for cleaning the kitchen while she took a nap on the couch....oopss. She hates me. I'm over it. I thought I was being nice. Apparently I was being selfish and inconsiderate. You can clean the kitchen next time Miss.</div>
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Yeah, right.<br />
Sorry, that was snotty.</div>
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My art teacher keeps telling me to let go and don't think.</div>
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Okayy.</div>
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I hate you and my drawing class. </div>
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Not really, but a little bit. </div>
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Everyone is getting married. I'm over here wondering when it's my turn.</div>
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The life of a single mormon. </div>
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Girl or Boy I think we feel the same way....Where are you lover?</div>
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It's the month of October and I forgot how much I love this.</div>
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Cool weather, Halloween, fall leaves, soup, <strike>maverick</strike> classy hot cocoa, scary movies, best friends, and my personal favorite, the new wardrobe selection, hello flannel and pea coats.</div>
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I'm redecorating my apartment. Actually I never decorated it in the first place. </div>
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One of my roommates kind of put all of her stuff up and to put it lightly I hate it.</div>
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Cheers to pretty things and not ugly ones :)<br />
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Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-50750270500338370072013-10-01T12:03:00.001-07:002013-10-01T12:03:50.131-07:00I'm backkkkkk (creepy voice intended)<div style="text-align: center;">
Well guys.<br />
My life is miserable. Save me.<br />
I'm sitting here locked in this dark, dreary place, the walls are closing in, I'm typing this to say goodbye to my fellow friends and family.<br />
Okay my room isn't that bad, it's some what nice actually aka it's clean.<br />
I'm a sickly. I woke up with my stomach turning on me and wanting to kill.<br />
Upside to all of this, at least there was no school. Guys, I didn't have to see my absolute nutso of a teacher.<br />
and one of my best friends brought me sprite and yogurt. Mitchell Anderson, you're the best, I love your guts.<br />
So life is trying to kill me, but at least I have the greatest people to keep me company, trying to help me survive. There's sooo much to tell all of you people. So much drama, so much greatness. I'm usually not one for drama, but if it makes my life some what exciting, bring it.<br />
Actually don't, I can only take small doses of my life turning into a sitcom.<br />
At least I have these girls who watch my back :)<br />
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Miss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029411724377048678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149214934662796478.post-60014978679461870142013-08-29T18:27:00.001-07:002013-08-29T18:27:52.161-07:00Soaked<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I don't get baseball, I don't like baseball, I hate everything remotely like baseball.</div>
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I vowed to never play again.</div>
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and the rain is my favorite thing. beyond favorite. when lightening and thunder are involved it can't get any better. everytime it starts to fall i itch to go outside and just stand in it.</div>
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