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as it comes to a close....

this summer has been filled to the brim with new experiences, new people, and lessons that i might not have learned otherwise....so without further ado... this is my summer in a recap in no particular order...


when new friendships are forged in a matter of minutes compared to others don't question it just go with it. it must be in the cards....


grand gestures are for movies only, and if you wait around for them, you might be waiting awhile


i need to travel want to travel more need to travel more


late night chats with friends keep your sanity


the guilt is not worth the fun


amores de lejos amores de pendejos


london stole my heart but i can forget paris


inadvertently i create crazyness around me...as explained to me recently, i can no longer state "it's not me!"


sometimes the best evenings are spent on a porch with a glass of wine, good company, and conversation 


dresses in the el paso summer are a must


i look like a halloween costume version of myself with long hair


tattoos don't hurt as much as i thought they would (i know it depends on the place)


being able to say whatever you want to the person you're involved with, without having to sensor is a must


this pains me a little... but i don't know as much music as i thought i did...ouch....


i miss my friend family....yes, that is all of you in my old home of dallas....


surrounding myself with the right people, and taking away all the negative nancys makes a world of difference


fate fate fate fate....i don't care what anyone says i have too many examples of trying to fight the things that fate has in store for you.... just go with it....it makes life simpler easier and more enjoyable...


over analyzing everything takes the fun out of it (i still have to catch myself) but going with the flow seems to be the way to go


having people believe in what you do...wow


meals that cost an arm but taste like heaven are much needed and best when shared with friends


i am not a waitress...but the good ones have all my respect in the world even more so now... i'm a retail girl


having someone spoil you when you aren't used to it... is strange and wonderful all at once...


green hotels are confusing...


i have a great sense of direction....that is no longer a secret


i have been told i am a good cook...shhhhh.....


its okay for people to see through the cracks sometimes...


and last but not least.....


when the craziness of this academic year is upon me and i am bogged down with things i can't even imagine right now, its this list and the people included here that will remind me not to lose my summer knowledge...



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