tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51701365418330445582023-11-16T04:17:33.027-08:00Redhead Ramblingskelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-42222507652579659272012-07-09T22:20:00.000-07:002012-07-09T22:20:13.009-07:00Sweatpants & Hoodies<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I'm fairly certain that I live in sweatpants & hoodies. I look at my closet and am amazed that those are pretty much all I own. Oh well. I'm sexy and I know it, but I'm far to lazy to show it ;)</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Anyway....it's been a long while since I've blogged. Guess you all could use an update about school, church, dating, work and all that lovely stuff. Here goes:</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> So DONE with the community college. They can't get their act together to give me a straight answer about classes so I switchted over to LDSBC. Hopefully they know what they're doing more than SLCC did. Who knew getting a teaching certificate would be so stinking hard?! Bleh I'm sort of over school, but know I need it to be able to get to where I want to be, which is Paris...one day. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Singles wards are weird. Mine, I'm sure, is the most unfriendly. You can come for months and people will just stare at you. Guess that's what I get for still living in Magna. I went to high school with most of the people in the ward so that makes it hard to put yourself out there...you already know they be cray cray. It's very tempting to have my records transferred back to the family ward...maybe I can get my primary class back! Very, very tempting.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Uh, what's a date? Seriously, it's been a long time since I've been on a date. Pretty sure I have no idea how to act on one. There is this boy...he's....interesting. We'll see. Boys. They're better in books. No, really, they are. There's this dude and talk about mixed signals (granted I'm the queen of those...I never thought someone would do it back!) Sometimes I want to ask him if he has a staring problem or if there's just crap on my face and that's his way of saying something. Whatever. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Recently I got a new boss, he was a Nazi in a former life. No joke! He's super up tight about stuff and he flirts like crazy with people. Hr anyone? Bleh work is work. Wish I had a different job, but I make good money doing what I do so I'll just keep trucking.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Is fairly uneventful. I'm rather withdrawn and am not as outgoing as I used to be. Weird how some jerk face can change you. Oh well, maybe one of these days I'll get over being shy and get out there. Here's to hoping. Now onto girls.Yep, vent session. FREAK! They can be so mean and bipolar it's freaking irritating. There's one girl mostly who is fine when we're alone and once she gets around her "best friend" she turns into this snarky person! Totally made me feel like an idiot a few times. Definately makes it hard to want to do stuff with her. She totally tore me apart the other day as to why dude in ward would not go on one, yes people, one date with me. Thanks. I feel awesome now. Way to really stab the knife in where I could see it. Jerk! Blah vent session over.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Life really isn't that bad. I'm where I need to be, doing what I need to be doing and that's all that really matters. Who cares what anyone, but my fam thinks. At least they are always in my corner. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Whelp. I'm super tired so guess that means it's time for bed. Night blogger world.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">ps ONE MONTH UNTIL SISTER MYERS COMES HOME!!!!!!!!WOO-HOO!!!!!!!!!!!</span>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-58466745373030362702012-03-07T16:56:00.000-08:002012-03-07T16:56:42.122-08:00Day 2: Meaning behind your blog name<span style="color: white; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">1. I am a redhead.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"> Super original right? I know you're all jealous. </span>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-13730274281014988382012-03-06T20:38:00.000-08:002012-03-06T20:38:49.438-08:00Day 1: Recent picture & 15 random facts<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I decided to try and finish all 30 days this time instead of giving up after a few days. Hopefully this goes a lot better than the other 3 times I tried! Here goes:</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMEWbvlO7VYsyzOsPg173Q4GwReYSIIFvL9QJ6bUfsG8KiSJskSszfuIpUheqd9BH1Gt4asA6Rcwh6zpwrA0_xfhMSe2CeDmNvNB3tzoW5ryahkbUxWTiHC5IIsrIae-0ocLoQbSAng21I/s1600/dsaf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><img border="0" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMEWbvlO7VYsyzOsPg173Q4GwReYSIIFvL9QJ6bUfsG8KiSJskSszfuIpUheqd9BH1Gt4asA6Rcwh6zpwrA0_xfhMSe2CeDmNvNB3tzoW5ryahkbUxWTiHC5IIsrIae-0ocLoQbSAng21I/s320/dsaf.jpg" uda="true" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">1. I'm terrified of the dark. </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">2. I love football. A lot. </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">3. I love flip flops.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">4. I would love to learn to ski or snowboard. </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">5. I think sleeping in socks is just weird. </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">6. I do not like to cry in front of people. </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">7. I LOVE Harry Potter.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">8. I could listen to The Fray and Train all day, every day. </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">9. I'm addicted to crime shows. Criminal Minds is amazing!</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">10. I like Broadway Musicals. </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">11. I'm terrified of expressing feelings & emotions. It's a mess...one you never want to witness.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">12. I play with my ears when I'm tired. </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">13. I love one period of time. The 40's. </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">14. I will listen to the same song for days if it fits my mood.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">15. I wish things were different. </span>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-65470484039752093892012-03-05T18:33:00.000-08:002012-03-05T18:33:33.813-08:00Open Mouth...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">....insert foot. Seems I've done this a lot in the past 2 days. I truly feel like I hurt someone I care a lot about in the process. So this is my apology. I'm not great at saying sorry, but I'll give it my best effort. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I'm sorry I'm an idiot and bring things up at the worst possible time. I'm sorry I'm demanding. I'm sorry I'm a brat. I'm sorry I pushed you...a whole lot in the past few days. I finally worked up enough nerve to tell you exactly how I felt and you threw me a curve ball. I didn't handle it the way I should have. I know that now. I said a lot of things I shouldn't have said. I'm a jerk. It's probably too late to say this, but it's only fair you know. I care a whole lot about you. I think about you all the time. I love talking to you. When I hear your voice, I smile like some crazy idiot. When I see that you took time out of your study session or lost marathon to reply to whatever dumb thing I said..it makes me so happy. I hated hearing about other people who held your attention, but I have no right to be mad. You respected me and the space I thought I needed. For that I'm grateful. You were the very best friend I could have ever asked for. You listened. Most boys don't do that. For that, as well, I'm grateful. You're different from any boy I've ever met. It took me a long time to realize that. Longer than it should have. I should have told you as soon as I figured it out. Instead of waiting a month because I was terrified of what you would say. I don't handle emotions or feelings like this very well...as you've learned by now. I wasn't the greatest friend earlier. Instead of responding with something positive about what was happening in your life...I was selfish. I'm so sorry. I do not want to lose you in any way. If you're happy, I'm happy for you. I'm so, so, so, so, so sorry for the way I acted and conducted myself. It isn't like me to respond like a jealous lunatic. I guess what it all boils down to is I'm sorry for being a really big idiot and if the offer of friends still stands...I'd like to take you up on that. </span></div>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-42123321434216055662012-01-13T10:52:00.000-08:002012-01-13T10:52:57.712-08:00Alone...<span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I've never felt more alone in my entire life. Everyone says things happen for a reason. Well, I'd like to know why exactly what's happening is happening. I didn't ask for this. If this is my cross to bare I don't want to do it anymore. I'm tired and worn out. Physically and Emotionally. I don't understand it. I want to be done. I need to be done. Everytime I try I get hit with something else again. I'm sick of everyone telling me that it will get better eventually. I don't want eventually, I want it to be better now. I'm tired of people telling me to get over it. Trust me, I'm trying. It makes it ridiculously hard to get over it when it's flaunted in your face everyday and when things are taken and blow up into something so much bigger. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">You wanted to hurt me. Well, congraulations...you did in more ways than one. </span>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-64431637812679825712012-01-06T18:48:00.000-08:002012-01-06T19:03:31.608-08:00Some days....Are harder than others. That's all there is to it. I still can't get what happened out of my head. He cheated. The entire relationship was a mistake, worse yet it was a lie. It's so hard to know that I was in love with someone who doesn't even exist. To know that when someone said he loved you, he didn't mean it because he had someone else on the side. I finally was feeling so much better about myself and I wasn't enough for someone. It hurts so bad. Talk about a huge blow to the self esteem. He cheated...the worst part it was with someone I thought was my friend. Ha. Friend, yeah awesome friend. Whatever I guess. I don't understand why tonight is so much harder than all the other nights for the past two months. Maybe it's because that was my first relationship and it crashed and burned. I feel like an idiot. All the signs were there and I totally ignored them. Bah. At least I realized he wasn't what I wanted before it was too late, right? I hate him. I hate him for wasting my time. I hate him for making it hard to let anyone else in. I hate him for being the first person that I said I love you to. I hate him for saying it back to me and not meaning a word of it. I hate that part of me is still in love with the person I thought he was. I hate it. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. Maybe one day I'll understand why in the world it had to happen this way. <br />
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Oh well....life goes on. <br />
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On a positive note I found out I can text on my iPad!kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-31576030756936301312012-01-03T20:27:00.000-08:002012-01-03T20:44:54.109-08:00Happy Moments...<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Today I had probably the biggest blonde moment of my life. A very cute guy came up to me and asked for my number....he meant my work extension, but I was blinded by his beauty and totally gave him my cell number. Oops. Haha needless to say he walked away rather quickly. I'm sure it's safe to say I won't be seeing him again. Oh well. It was kind of funny :)</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Anyway, I think it's funny how the Lord likes to remind you that decisions you make are the right decisions. You all know I was very close to being engaged. I had a dress picked, a date picked, colors, ring for him and a ring for me. The only problem was putting the ring on my finger. There were a few red flags, but I chose to ignore them because how could they be bad? Turns out after a very long conversation with someone I love and respect as well as an amazing blessing I knew that ending the relationship was the right choice. It's way hard to look at someone and tell them you love them, but can't be with them. It's probably the hardest thing I've ever done. </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I learned a few weeks later that he had another girlfriend. So much for being in love with me right? Well a month has gone by and I've heard a lot of things about this person. I've lost so much respect for him. He lied straight to my face about so many things. Oh well, when it all comes down to it he'll have things he'll have to answer too and my forever won't be tied to his. He wasn't/isn't what I need or want for the rest of my life and I'm so thankful to my Father in Heaven for gently reminding me that someone else who is everything I have ever dreamed about is out there for me. I just have to paitent and let him find me. It's a happy day when you realize that you're worth having what you dream about. :)</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">Oh, and Spencer I'd really appreciate it if you'd stop following my blog. I want you out of my life...forever.</span>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-33063949658194520132011-12-01T17:46:00.000-08:002011-12-01T17:46:15.171-08:00Awkward moments define my life<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">Seriously, it's true. Awkward moments really do define my life. The other day I was sitting at a stop light and this dude was sitting in his car totally jamming out, so being the creeper that I am, I sat and watched him jam out. He had some amazing steering wheel drum skills and a wonderful air guitar going as far as the singing goes I can't grade that since it was like negative nine degrees outside and my windows were up. Well he totally caught me staring and started singing to me using his smart water as a microphone. He wasn't feeling awkward, but I sure did. I very quickly turned bright red and then turned back to stare out my wind shield. Yeah, I'll never stare at anyone playing air guitar again.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">Anyway life is still pretty fantastic! I must say this is my favorite time of year! All the lights and something about this time of year that just makes dealing with people so much easier. Love it! I can't wait to go see the lights at Temple Square and Zoo lights! Woo for Christmas!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">Can I just say that I hate anything that deals with cars because it's so complicated! It seems like every time I turn on my car a new light comes up! Grrr. I have to go to Jiffy Lube tomorrow and I'm so dreading that. Oh well I'lll put my big girl pants on and handle it! Wish me luck!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Remember the boy you all learned about? Well he is no more. After a lot of thought and a lot of time on my knees asking for guidance from my Father in Heaven, I decide the best thing for both of us was to end the relationship and go our separate ways. It was hard, but I'm happy and very confident I made the right decision.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have the BEST calling in the whole wide world. I teach 5 year olds all about Jesus and the Gospel. Can it get much better than that? I submit that it can not! I love it so much! I even team teach with the BEST person ever as well. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I finally feel like I know that I'm on the right track and everything is going to be ok. I have the most wonderful support system in my family and friends that a girl could ever ask for. They are all very special to me. Sorry I lost sight of what was important, but now I know and won't ever lose sight of it again. I love you all!</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fourth:</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ever had someone that you enjoy talking to so much that your phone tends to be glued to your hand 24/7? Yeah, I've never done that....until now. BAH! I feel really silly at the moment. Mostly because I'm twenty-two and I feel like a little girl who's just developed her first crush. Oh goodness...what have I gotten myself into?! That's right I'm apparently a tad twitter patted. So twitter patted that the same song has been on repeat ALL day and I've had the dorkiest grin on my face all day as well. Oh well, he's pretty great.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fifth:</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm starting school again! Can I just say that I am not looking forward to having homework again? (that means less time to talk to said boy!) It's an English class I'm taking online so that means more time in my silly glasses. Oh well, it had to happen at one point in time. We'll see how it goes. Brit Lit here I come.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well that's all the updates for now. Night blogger world.</span>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-61960786981989764202011-08-19T23:50:00.000-07:002011-08-19T23:50:28.495-07:00bbbbblllllllaaaaahhhhhhhh<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I have been horrible at updating this thing lately! Has it really been a whole month since I've last blogged? Yep, look at that. One whole month. A whole lot has happened too. A whole lot of GOOD stuff.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">First thing.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Pepe has slowly been dying the death. For those of you who are completely lost at the mention of Pepe, that would be my beloved little honda. I don't know if I should jump for joy or be a little sad that the poor thing has pretty much given up on me. I always wanted a new car (which btdubs car shopping=pain in the rear!), but I've driven the car for 4 years...I'm kind of attached to the thing. Bleh. Highlight on this one though is I'm looking at a car that I've wanted since I was like 12. BOO-YAH! 2010 Silver Jetta? YES, PLEASE!</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Second thing.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I met a boy. Go a head let your jaws drop now. I know, I know I wasn't looking for anyone, but it's a little hard to not look at a super attractive guy who you see almost everyday. He is so amazing. I'm extremely lucky to have him in my life. He treats me like a princess and is more than I deserve. Lucky doesn't cover it. I<3 him.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">There's a chance I might get a new job. After almost four years in the same department (actually it's been 44 months, but who's counting) it's time for a change. I posted out for 3 positions on the bank side of Discover and 1 sticking to CSE. Cross your fingers, cause it's time for a change.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I guess that's really all that has happened in the whirlwind month of not blogging. I know some of you want more details about one of the wonderful things that made my list, but I'm going to be a little selfish and not share any more details...maybe later :)</span><br />
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kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-41309134113048938212011-07-15T11:11:00.000-07:002011-07-15T11:11:14.522-07:00Uh-flipping-mazing!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidaMadt-yZJytA0glUpISjNp1I6ibc3jAlop_ekmikV-gal_AKB-hEM8iOAODoJwIKtwVFHCzlPsnp1xSF1XuYmYWeQ0Wa1Cdeh7nCm-NKWqee1UGj_4sQycWBTyrK4sYiI70vNICj0bXH/s1600/harry-potter-7-part-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidaMadt-yZJytA0glUpISjNp1I6ibc3jAlop_ekmikV-gal_AKB-hEM8iOAODoJwIKtwVFHCzlPsnp1xSF1XuYmYWeQ0Wa1Cdeh7nCm-NKWqee1UGj_4sQycWBTyrK4sYiI70vNICj0bXH/s320/harry-potter-7-part-2.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: white;">Yeah. It was that great.</span></div><div align="center"></div>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-88260074888393171462011-07-09T02:20:00.000-07:002011-07-09T02:20:26.302-07:00If only...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Blogging at three am? Why not?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I'm super tired, but hyped at the same time. Don't ask how that works because I'm not really sure.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">It's been almost a month since I've blogged. A lot has happened. Ok, so not a lot, but it feels like a lot.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Ah. Anyway ever feel like whenever you talk no one listens? I've had that feeling for over a month now</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I can't shake it. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I also feel like how I feel doesn't really matter to those around me at all. Also something I've felt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">like for over a month.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Seriously what is wrong with me? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I know, I know only I can control how I feel, but sometimes I don't want that to be the answer.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Sometimes I wish people would at least try to pretend (yeah, I'd take pretending for now) to hear </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">what I'm saying.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Apparently I'm in a funk.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Hopefully I shake it soon.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I'm on this musical kick at the moment. I love listening to them. Surprisingly I always find</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">a song that I feel like I relate to so much. Right now it's 'If Only' from the <em>The Little Mermaid</em>. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">It's a wonderful song. I love it. I feel like it really just kind of explains how I feel about everything.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">'<em>Can't you see the way I ache behind my smile?'</em></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Positive note: HARRY POTTER IN SIX DAYS!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-44730517809210889732011-06-13T23:00:00.000-07:002011-06-13T23:00:45.824-07:005,4,3,2,1 bang bang bang boy...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've failed at blogging for the past few weeks.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So much has happened.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't even know where to start. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, here's where did you all know that there's a pickle factory on the death star? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The things you learn during improv.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">:)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sigma, one of the biggest blessings in my life is now no more.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I feel really sad about it. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm going to miss going and having the interaction with the girls...ok and the guys.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sigma was a HUGE blessing and came when I needed it most. I'll be grateful for the year I spent in Sigma </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">getting to know the girls and building friendships with everyone. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've met some of my best friends through it. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't think I'd be where I am without Sigma.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><3</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Friday I (hopefully) get to spend time with someone who I have </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">complicated feelings for. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How it can be complicated I don't even know.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It should be black or white.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Either I like him or don't.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eh. I make everything overly complicated.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It shouldn't be complicated.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We're supposedly (yes, I say supposedly because I have very little faith in the male gender) hanging out</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">on Friday. For some reason there's a part of me that thinks it won't happen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Don't ask. I don't know why. It's just like a nagging thing in the back of my mind.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hopefully it happens. Maybe it will make how I feel less complicated.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I like him, but then I don't see how it could work.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bleh.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Is having feelings for someone always so hard? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On a positive note only 31 more days until Harry Potter!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Midnight showing?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think yes. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUgV_NQooMnn3aLBr8npQ4XYZVRCVTuVnovIIBaTCUl-Xnvd_-WGs6KmDVZp3l7f2wdl_AkCw-GyaZ0OcBn-HhqgHdsIjNrjG-VMbZ_YcxdoXiOVLeZJiu2x6JTQ3XgK-iwkUI4OT7b0CV/s1600/Rupert+Grint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUgV_NQooMnn3aLBr8npQ4XYZVRCVTuVnovIIBaTCUl-Xnvd_-WGs6KmDVZp3l7f2wdl_AkCw-GyaZ0OcBn-HhqgHdsIjNrjG-VMbZ_YcxdoXiOVLeZJiu2x6JTQ3XgK-iwkUI4OT7b0CV/s320/Rupert+Grint.jpg" t8="true" width="216" /></span></a></div><em></em><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">I'm fully aware this is for the wrong movie, but</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">Rupert Grint gets better looking with every </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">movie. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">:)</span></div>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-39071436130827837692011-05-28T20:45:00.000-07:002011-05-28T20:45:20.664-07:00Day 6: Favorite superhero and why<div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8TDtVOtnGmmizV8fA1AcFsokXGI-ldUiXoMUCm0RkvQMxRpdWTkCUJxPWSk2Cn-D1QUCmtWafv8KW804BgGRsEPn3ohffLbBr1h4_Sg_LfmfvraSgwi2XrTN_TE_NGT3mZe8ykwvY37u6/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8TDtVOtnGmmizV8fA1AcFsokXGI-ldUiXoMUCm0RkvQMxRpdWTkCUJxPWSk2Cn-D1QUCmtWafv8KW804BgGRsEPn3ohffLbBr1h4_Sg_LfmfvraSgwi2XrTN_TE_NGT3mZe8ykwvY37u6/s1600/images.jpg" t8="true" /></a></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">Batman.</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">He is the man.</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">How could not love Batman?</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">Honestly, I think I love him more because Christian Bale</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">played him, but whatevs. Batman is hot.</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">His sidekick is a little cute too. :)</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">Batman is my favorite because I used to watch these cartoons when I was little before I went to school</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">and let's face it his theme song kicks spidermans theme song in the teeth. Does whatever a </span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">spider can? Puh-lease. </span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">Go Batman. </span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-36682386025190825102011-05-27T19:53:00.000-07:002011-05-27T19:53:19.427-07:00Day 5: A picture of somewhere you've been<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01edY7el3go6T7-H1zMJO88lRgTMa6S8JE0bjLLUPzsu6N1sjn0f5vXOYZ65Sn33fm7XA7-ZzM5bc6i5nw0jE1ZaC1_J7sw05LexZT314AUjAO2djjRdYJieKA7GPfiUZX787AMva0UAJ/s1600/DisneylandHomecoming2005-213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01edY7el3go6T7-H1zMJO88lRgTMa6S8JE0bjLLUPzsu6N1sjn0f5vXOYZ65Sn33fm7XA7-ZzM5bc6i5nw0jE1ZaC1_J7sw05LexZT314AUjAO2djjRdYJieKA7GPfiUZX787AMva0UAJ/s320/DisneylandHomecoming2005-213.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Disneyland.</div><div align="center">The happiest place on Earth.</div><div align="center">I love Disneyland. Love it.</div><div align="center">It makes me happy to be there.</div><div align="center">There were other pictures, but it seem like this one was the best choice.</div>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-1639270119908706692011-05-26T19:01:00.000-07:002011-05-26T19:01:19.599-07:00Day 4: A habit you have that you wished you didn't<span style="color: white;">It took my a while to figure out what it is about myself that I wish I could change. I ran through just about everything and finally settled on one thing. I over think EVERYTHING. It's ridiculous. One small thing suddenly becomes some terrible thing. It's an awful habit. I'm trying to so hard to change it, but sadly it's coming along slowly. Over thinking things gets you no where in life and can give you some serious heart burn (I know this from experience!). It's just silly to work yourself up thinking about all the things that could happen. Nothing good comes from it. Slowly, but surely change is coming. This habit hopefully will be kicked by the end of the year. Yay for me. </span>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-72236907874568927422011-05-24T23:38:00.000-07:002011-05-24T23:38:37.159-07:00Day 3: A picture of you and your friends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHkXL-nyXbYVQDqkDxUH2NnUPjZOEit6uLAX-mjoV2LZJvpThzmaOcv3v689OZb94miL9hIkUjv0EV9XPxcfOqYw818gcsWsoPc7v9nCjT1UmaEoOBm7H4BgclD7Q-dHTsezJ1flqYRf2P/s1600/Sigmars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHkXL-nyXbYVQDqkDxUH2NnUPjZOEit6uLAX-mjoV2LZJvpThzmaOcv3v689OZb94miL9hIkUjv0EV9XPxcfOqYw818gcsWsoPc7v9nCjT1UmaEoOBm7H4BgclD7Q-dHTsezJ1flqYRf2P/s320/Sigmars.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: white;">Sigma. Of course! I don't know where I would be in my life without some of these girls! I love them all. They are an amazing group of girls. I'm really lucky to have such an awesome sorority. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">Have we covered the topic of me being a wimp yet? Oh man. There's something I want to do so bad, but sadly I lack the courage, nerve whatever you want to call it to do it. Yeah, I'm a chicken. Who knows though maybe one day I'll stop thinking about what could happen and just do it. Bleh. It's waaaaaayyyy too late to over analyze things. Boo. Goodnight blogger world!</span>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-73689113311762493992011-05-22T16:37:00.000-07:002011-05-22T16:37:08.608-07:00Day 2: The meaning behind your blog name.<span style="color: white;">It really does not take a genius to figure it out. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">1. I'm a redhead. </span><br />
<span style="color: white;">2. I ramble. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;">Today was the day! I saw someone who means a lot to me and yeah after two years...I'm still ridiculously awkward. Good to know nothing has changed since, well, high school. The boy makes me nervous. Really nervous. Don't ask why, maybe it has something to do with the fact that there was a point in time where he knew just about everything about me and well I have a major crush on him. Yeah that might have something to do with it. Meh. I'm awkward guess I should just embrace it rather than fight it.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;">In case you were wondering though...he looked really good. ;)</span>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-67978405315142220032011-05-21T09:16:00.000-07:002011-05-21T09:16:28.297-07:00Day 1: Recent picture of yourself and 15 random facts<span style="color: white;">Facts:</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">1. I'm terrified of the dark. </span><br />
<span style="color: white;">2. I've changed my major six times. </span><br />
<span style="color: white;">3. I've never dyed my hair.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">4. I have a love/hate relationship with my cell phone.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">5. I love football. A lot.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">6. I love going to the zoo.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">7. I love flip flops. </span><br />
<span style="color: white;">8. I hate sleeping in socks.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">9. I have a habit of forgetting what I'm talking about.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">10. I love to watch disney movies.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">11. I love to take pictures, but hate having my picture taken.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">12. I am not a morning person.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">13. This year I've been through three phones already.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">14. I love Harry Potter. Judge away.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">15. Is a secret. If you're lucky I might tell you.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHzLjFWV75ALmFBd3pqglbrar2ZuTqOMKa7N8SD_QefW4GUfJ7Pf6tYxKqv-xuq6dSopUS69_Cb3W7QfujpltQFrBMNqocCD3qyJvbPNuf4lIl1fNI-im1IrHMHVB2TXKhl0GzJnBI7xW2/s1600/DSCN1468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHzLjFWV75ALmFBd3pqglbrar2ZuTqOMKa7N8SD_QefW4GUfJ7Pf6tYxKqv-xuq6dSopUS69_Cb3W7QfujpltQFrBMNqocCD3qyJvbPNuf4lIl1fNI-im1IrHMHVB2TXKhl0GzJnBI7xW2/s320/DSCN1468.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-43391888756994906032011-05-19T22:11:00.000-07:002011-05-19T22:11:34.521-07:0030 Days<span style="color: white;">I found this again:</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 1: Recent picture of you and 15 random facts about yourself</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 2: The meaning behind your blog name</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 3: A picture of you and your friends</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 4: A habit you have that you wished you didn't</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 5: A picture of somewhere you've been</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 6: Favorite superhero and why</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 7: A picture of someone/something that has had the biggest impact on you</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 8: Short term goals for this month and why</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 9: Something you're proud of in the past few days</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 10: Songs you listen to when you're sad, happy, mad, hyped up, bored</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 11: Another picture of you and your friends</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 12: How you found out about blogger and why you have one</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 13: A letter to someone</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 14: A picture of you and your family</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 15: Put your ipod on shuffle-first 10 songs that play</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 16: Another picture of yourself</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 17: Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 18: Plans/Dreams/Goals that you have</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 19: Nicknames you have and why you have them</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 20: Someone you love</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 21: A picture of something that makes you happy</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 22: What makes you different from everyone else</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 23: Something you crave a lot</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 24: Your last five facebook status'</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Days 25: What I would find in your bag</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 26: What you think about your friends</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 27: Why are you doing this 30 day challenge</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 28: A picture of you last year and one from today, how have you changed since then</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 29: In the past month what have you learned</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Day 30: Your favorite song</span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: white;"><br />
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<span style="color: white;">and I decided what the heck.</span>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-14312789632813635712011-05-18T23:22:00.000-07:002011-05-18T23:22:09.824-07:00...I will make sure to keep my distance....<div style="text-align: center;">For the first time in two years I'm not going to school for the summer. I feel like such a slacker. Oh well, I deserve a break every once in a while right? Eh. School is just one of those things that sadly seems like it's going to be a part of my life forever. Bleh. Whatevs, it's (almost) summer so 'nuff said about school.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've ever so slowly become addicted to a Christina Perri song. Distance. Yes, I'm currently listening to it while I blog. Best. Song. Ever. Ok, maybe it's the whole album that I'm in love with, but this song is just amazing. Twenty-five times it's played (so far) on itunes...yeah it's a keeper.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway can I just say that technology and I are not friends. At all. I've managed to completely break my old laptop so who knows how in the world I'll get all the pictures and music (which I must say is the most important!) off of the stupid thing. It won't even turn on. Bleh it's been like a month since I've put new music on my ipod, that might not even seem like a big deal to some people, but that is kind of how I get through my work day. Whatevs. At least the new laptop works.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now for a little bit of a rant. Hey at least I warned you before just jumping right into it right? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway lately I've been feeling extremely frustrated with how things in my life have turned out. Don't get me wrong I do have a lot to be extremely grateful for, but in some situations I can't help it. I get frustrated with people or things that happen and I can slowly feel myself withdraw from them. I'm not the type of person who is really great at expressing how they feel. So I stole a quote off of a dear friends blog that I think totally sums up how I am a lot of the time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Have you ever been angry or sad, to the point where you just break down at home in your room? Your parents don't know because you keep the tears to yourself, and you cry silently. Your friends don't know because you talk as if you're fine. Well you're not fine, and you know it. No one really knows how you feel, and they have their own lives to deal with, so you don't bother telling them. You </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>bottle it up, and store it with the other problems or troubles" </i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lately I feel like a lot of things are just getting stored on the shelf. I guess you say something on the list of things to accomplish this year is to finally master a way to express myself. Cross your fingers. We'll see how well that pans out for me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Lucky for me though I have amazing friends, who just seem to understand me even when I'm being incredibly complicated and really dumb. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPzIe4eykdGVGznvKDqoH1ma445LcVZuhHbQkkqjbhGZ0DBxoxUbZ5KvtL03-YnBEuDc5R2hF1Vpkm8lZQRX1UCoEs3SNyqTMBeTb2ytAce7JgleOp7K4-vwjVJG6RKLRNi2QqMwsLi9v5/s1600/best+friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPzIe4eykdGVGznvKDqoH1ma445LcVZuhHbQkkqjbhGZ0DBxoxUbZ5KvtL03-YnBEuDc5R2hF1Vpkm8lZQRX1UCoEs3SNyqTMBeTb2ytAce7JgleOp7K4-vwjVJG6RKLRNi2QqMwsLi9v5/s320/best+friends.jpg" width="284" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You know who are. Thanks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><3</div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">Can I just say that Sunday I'm going to see someone I haven't seen in a very long time. I'm slightly nervous because me+awkward situations=nothing good.</div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">Also, part of the problem may be that I feel so awkward because this person means a great deal to me. </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">Boo. </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"> </div>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-32073508777893789872011-05-15T21:35:00.000-07:002011-05-15T21:35:23.649-07:00Counting.....<span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">In case you all have failed to check your calendars recently it's May!!!!!! Thank goodness! Yes I have been waiting for May to decide to roll around since September. Why you ask? Someone comes home this month. In three days to be exact and when you're counting down for something have you ever noticed that the days seem to drag on and on? I think this is why I try really hard not to count down to things, but this event is kind of important because this person is amazing....really amazing. :)</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">That's really all I have to say right now because it's all I can think about! Yeah, I'm just a little giddy about it. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">So one of my darling friends wanted to blog too....here's what she had to say: </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">This is Jesika May, one of Kelcey's besties and I am here to inform you all of something. It's something you may like to call "love" but i call it when a person finds someone who is equally as weird as them and they fall in a mutual weirdness-step together. It's a crazy, a love virus that infects the world. Yes, its a good virus...for some... and sometimes... but sometimes the symptoms before the goodness, we want to avoid at all costs. That's how we feel today. Yep! Oh the rambles. I could go on, on, on, and on some more but Kelc is getting impatient. Also, you don't drop the y in her name and add an IE when you make it plural or possesive. Just a little fyi for the blogging world. Anyways, peace! If you have your mutual weirdness liking partner, fabulous! If not, good luck in finding them! </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Peace, love, and happiness,</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">P.S don't drink a lot of red bull. it can make you sick. very sick. ask kelc. she can tell you all, ALL, all about it! </span>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-86362286590503033932011-04-24T19:49:00.000-07:002011-04-24T19:49:06.302-07:00Stressed...Stress is like the number one thing that comes with the end of the semester. I've put off a paper for an entire semester. Stupid move? Heck yeah! I hate being that person who is freaking out at the end of the semester because I've put important assignments off. Bah. Oh well I'm almost done with it so it shouldn't be that bad and once I turn it in...I'M DONE! Yes, that's right my semester will be over. Thank goodness! I've decided not to go to school this summer, even though it will get me closer to graduating I can't bring myself to sit in class again for the summer when I could be out doing all sorts of fun things with my friends. It's going to take a little longer to get my degree, but I'll be sane by the time I get it.<br />
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Also along the lines of school, I'm changing my major once again, but this time it feels like something that will make me happy. Early Childhood Education. Yeah that's right I want to teach pre-school or kindergarten. It's going to be so much fun. I hung around in one of my best friend's classrooms the other day and had a blast with the kids. I think that line of work for me would be extremely rewarding. On the plus side, it would work for later down the road when I actually have kids in school myself.<br />
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Anyway the besties and I have had an awesome week! I must say these girls are amazing and I'm blessed to have them in my life. The week started off with Sigmars (sadly the last sigma activity for the semester). That was a lot of fun. I was voted most likely to start a Gordon Hayward fan club. These girls know me so well. granted I may or may not have yelled "Gordon Hayward, I love you!" at a jazz game, but hey I only speak the truth. haha After the Sigmars Jes and I went back to hang out with Katie and Heather, who were house sitting for their boss. We had a random dance party to LND and some other junk in the basement. Then we decided to have a hot tub party with some of the great guys that we know. The hot tub party was really fun. I got to sit and talk to some people that I haven't actually taken the time to get to know and let me tell you one of them is pretty dang amazing. I must say I think I'm in like. Seriously though this boy is a total sweetheart and he's just great to talk too. Now to stop being shy and actually like ask for his number or something. yeah this is a blog so I get to talk big...we all know I'm waaaayyyy too shy to just straight up ask for his stinking number. We'll see how that turns out though. Anything can happen, as Jes would say, positive vibes to the universe...so don't fail me now.<br />
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So between school and trying to get over the whole shy thing...I'm a little stressed which makes me a little crazy. We'll see how I feel in a few weeks when it's just trying to get up the nerve to ask this boy out. Stay tuned.kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-43584141634744715762011-04-19T07:18:00.000-07:002011-04-19T07:18:39.157-07:00Do you hear that love they're playing our song?<span style="color: white;">Uh I really wish at this moment in time I was graduating from school once and for all. I'm really sick of school. I lack motivation this semester. I have zero motivation to go to class and even do my homework. Bad I know. Oh well I guess it will be over soon enough.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">Have you ever had that one person who just understands you sometimes better than you understand yourself? It's a little scary at times. Granted I always thought it would be the person I was going to share my life with. Not a friend. Now that it's happened this way though I have to admit I'm grateful for having someone that just understands and never passes judgement. You should know who you are, so Thanks.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">Have you ever met someone who's voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard? Ha. I know plenty of those people, but none measure up to one person in particular. This person drives me bonkers with the way they talk to other people around them or maybe it's the constant need for attention that bothers me. I don't know maybe I'm just at a point in my life where I can only take people who are a little still stuck in high school in small doses. Trust me I tried the mature thing and looked for positive things this person does or qualities they posses...I can not find any. So I'm trying another tactic. Staying far away from this individual and biting my tongue...yeah we'll see how long that lasts.....I'll keep you informed.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">Anyway I was sitting in class (independent study. Best. Class. Ever) and this song came up on pandora. I've heard it before, but I love it and think it's adorable. So here it is...enjoy!</span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d8TjqNinbn0"><span style="color: white;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d8TjqNinbn0</span></a><span style="color: white;">. Yeah I know it's just a link, but LISTEN. It's such a cute song!</span>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170136541833044558.post-74574993677537055652011-04-13T06:21:00.000-07:002011-04-13T06:21:52.718-07:00Disney Movies<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Sometimes I wish life was like a Disney movie. Go ahead judge here. If life were like a Disney movie there would be a lot more singing...I think I could handle that.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Warning this post is more of a rant then anything else so if you would like to stop reading feel free. If you keep reading though, don't say I didn't warn you.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> That seems to be the number one thing that I love to rant about maybe because I'm so sick of it. I'm tired of being asked all the time if my major is real. "If my major isn't real, why is there a WHOLE department devoted to it?" I believe those were the last freak out words I used on some unexpectant soul. His reposense? "Who knew red heads could be so mean!" Oops. I guess I'm just a little touchy sometimes about my major. Let's get a few things out of the way though. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">1. I enjoy my major classes.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">2. Yes, I still am not sure what in the world I'm going to do with it besides tell you why you do certain things.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">3. Again, I'm aware I can't make a whole lot of money doing it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> I haven't really said anything about Sigma lately...it's still is great, but of course like all things it has moments where I'm really confused about what just happened or I don't even know why I show up sometimes.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Part of the reason I don't enjoy going is I hear some of the things the girls talk about and I just want to scream. It's like high school all over again. I don't need a sequel to my high school years, but thanks for asking. Maybe I need to learn to be a tad more tolerant of people's personalities...heaven knows I've had my fair share of people who didn't appreciate mine. Ah...sometimes it's just really hard....oh well...I guess I've just got to learn to suck it up.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> I'm sure you all are wondering "what could she possibly have to say about church?" Well let me enlighten you. I love going to church. Love it. I don't always love the people though. I've lost track of how many times I've been asked if I was planning on getting married anytime soon. Yeah, let me jump on that because I have sooo many options I just have to pick one. Syke! Seriously I'm 22 I have PLENTY of time to get married, but I guess because I wasn't eager to get married when I was 18 being 22 and unmarried makes me a spinster? Eh whatever. The church is true...sometimes though the people are a little weird.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Sometimes things happen in my life where I just sit at the pothole I tripped over and wonder why it was placed in my path. The latest pothole (granted it's only been a day) I think I'm going to be stuck on for a little while. This one was big, big enough to twist my ankle, hit my head and then forget which way was up. I know I'll get over it, but right now it's a little too raw and I have some many things running through my head that I don't know if I'd be able to get them out and actually make it make any sense. Who knows I'll figure it out eventually, but for right now I just want to be mad/hurt. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I didn't sleep like at all last night so if this make no sense at least you know it's due to lack of sleep. </span>kelcerinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14026350103342954362noreply@blogger.com0