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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I needed a change. I remember praying and asking the Lord for something to happen in my life that would stretch me and make me better than I have ever been. I wanted to deeper understand the Atonement, and the purpose of my life. I wanted something to humble me. On Thursday, October 8</span><span class="s10" style="line-height: 8.4px; vertical-align: super;">th</span><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> 2015, I sent this text message to my best friend Maddi </span><span class="s11" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">who was going through a hard time</span><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">, “I always think that when I’m going through something hard, it is because I’m going to have someone in my life down the road who will go through the same thing.” Little did I know my own words would be my saving grace just days two days later. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">On October 10</span><span class="s10" style="line-height: 8.4px; vertical-align: super;">th</span><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">, Maddi and I were up Provo Canyon in Utah, spending the early afternoon doing what we love most, taking pictures. We had been in the same exact location multiple times before, both behind the lens, and in front of it. I looked around and saw the beautiful light from the fall sun shining through the trees, and felt warmth on my skin. I checked the time on my iPhone which said 2:50 p.m. I was going on a date around 3:30 p.m. and was going to be late if we didn’t hurry. I took some photos of Maddi, and then we decided we should be on our way.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">The red, orange, and yellow splashes of color on various trees caught my eye as I was driving my Honda Accord through the mountains. The glare of the sun was so bright it forced me to pull down my car sun visor. As we were listening to our favorite song, “For You,” by Gavin James playing throughout my car, I noticed my gas light turn on. Driving down the long highway </span><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">road on an empty gas tank stressed me out, so I turned my right blinker on, and then pulled into the closest gas station on 800 North in Orem, “Will’s Pit Stop.” As I came up next to a gas pump, I turned my car off, went inside and gave the cashier behind the counter $15, which put about a half tank of gas in my car. Walking out of the gas station store, I felt such a feeling of joy rush over me and was immensely grateful to be spending such a beautiful day with my best friend. I filled my car up, got in and turned the key so I could take Maddi home. I pressed “shuffle play” on my Spotify music app, which fortunately brought up an Andrew Belle song titled, “Wants What It Wants.” Satisfaction filled my soul as I listened to the beautiful lyrics, and put on my seatbelt before I pulled out of the gas station parking lot into the left lane. Heading west, as I was driving towards the intersection, someone cut me off. This forced me to rapidly change lanes so I would not rear end them and get into a car accident. Traffic was heavy because of the BYU game that was scheduled later that day. I felt very anxious because I could not find a way to get back over into the left lane. For some odd reason, I decided to turn left instead of try to get back into the busy lanes next to me. As I pulled up to the light to turn, Maddi confusingly said, “why are you turning here?” I replied with, “I don’t know.” The next few moments changed my life forever.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I noticed a gap in the oncoming traffic, and decided to turn. As I accelerated to continue with the left turn, the only noise I heard was Maddi screaming my name before my car was impacted by a very large SUV heading east. After impact</span><span class="s11" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">, I came to </span><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">with a sore neck, the taste of the glass from my windshield in my mouth, and smelled the blood which was on my clothes and body. Looking around, my side of the car had little to no damage to it, but I noticed the passenger side which was completely crushed. Where Maddi was sitting received the most damage from the crash, and she seemed to be unconscious. I immediately screamed her name, and shakily tried to feel for a pulse in her neck. Tears rushing down my face, I shifted my focus to holding her hand, and telling her I was here, and I wasn’t going to leave her. </span><span class="s11" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">The next 30 minutes or so, felt like a lifetime, and are some I have a hard time remembering. </span><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">All I know is I was helped out of my car, and a woman sat me down on the grass next to a business close by. In the middle of chaos, adrenaline and shock rushed through my body; impairing my vision to a complete whiteness. October 10th was officially the worst day of my life. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">I came to</span><span class="s13" style="color: red; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">, </span><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">for the second time when I heard a man yell, “why would you do this?!” and I knew it was directed at me. Still in shock, I was confused but his words pierced my soul and it made me cried harder. A girl whose arms were wrapped around me, handed me a bottle of water and told me I needed to drink it. The cold water burned my throat as it went down. My head was spinning, and I felt my body was so heavy. The same woman who helped me out of my car handed me my phone and my orange backpack and told me I needed to call my parents. I called my mom on my cell phone and told her I was in a car accident and she needed to come get me, but I was still in a sense of shock so I did not really know what was going on. I handed the phone to the girl and for a while everything was a blur. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 36px;"></span><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Maddi sustained a lot of internal injuries which included collapsed lungs, a failed kidney, liver lacerations and what the doctors call a traumatic brain injury. They said that the impact should have killed her, since the passenger seat was left with only 8 inches to move around, not large enough for someone to sit there. The accident left Maddi comatose which means that she is in a state of deep unconsciousness. It has been almost four months since the car accident, which is the amount of time since I last heard her voice. Although there has not been an easy moment since this happened, there have been many miracles.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Through this experience many times I have thought, “why me?” or “it should be me who is lying in a hospital bed, in a coma, not her.” Yet, I have come to realize that a different outcome may not have been a part of the Lord’s plan for me, or for Maddi. </span><span class="s11" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Before this accident, I can’t really say that I fully understood just how precious a human life is, and how quickly the luxury of being alive can be ripped away from us. I wish we all had more gratitude in our hearts, and more appreciation for ourselves, our lives, and for the people who are around us. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">People say, “don’t blame yourself, it was an accident,” well if it was an accident why did the repercussions have such a negative impact on someone who isn’t me? Shouldn’t I be the person to suffer the consequences of my actions? If I have learned anything from this experience, it is that life is anything but fair and that is why we need the Lord in our lives. </span><span class="s11" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">For the last 110 days and counting, I</span><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> have had to trust in the Lord and His plan not only for me, but for Maddi</span><span class="s13" style="color: red; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">.</span><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> I cannot say I am perfectly trusting in Him, but I can say I am doing my best to understand the meaning for this trial in my life. As each day passes I am more thankful and am more appreciative that Maddi is still here with us.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"></span><span class="s11" style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Maddi is still in recovery, in a stage of comatose, but she is in there and I know it. I enjoy visiting her because I get to tell her about my day and what is going on in my life and I let her know how much I love her. My favorite things she does are when she looks me in the eyes, she squeezes my hand to comfort me, and signs “I love you,” just when I need it most. Each stage of the coma that Maddi progresses through brings her closer back to us. Though she is still considered in a stage of coma, she is progressing forward. She is able to identify shapes and colors, even though she cannot communicate by speaking. It is confusing to some how she still could be considered “comatose,” but there are eight stages she has to pass through until she can be whole again. Each of these eight stages brings new progress, giving time for Maddi’s brain to heal.</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.6px;">My life has been touched because of this mistake that I made. And yes, I blame myself, yet I feel that blame being resolved through the Atonement, and I don’t think without this experience that I would have such an intimate understanding of the Atonement. October 10</span><span class="s10" style="line-height: 8.4px; vertical-align: super;">th</span><span class="s7" style="line-height: 21.6px;"> is still the worst day for me, but as each day moves forward I come to know my Savior more, and I get to feel the power of His Atonement in my life. I hope to soon forgive myself for the heartache and pain I have caused not only my best friend, but also her family. Knowing the Lord is one prayer away gives me ultimate comfort and helps me know that I am important to Him, and so is Maddi. I believe through the Lord great things can and will come to pass.</span></span></div>
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angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-91079617336665949782016-01-11T18:41:00.000-08:002016-01-11T18:41:00.608-08:00it me againhi. it's me, angela. but you can call me ang (i sorta go by that now).<br />
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i'm so embarrassed because it's really been way too long since i've blogged... but, i thought i would start doing this because i'm horrible at keeping a journal. (i've sort of convinced myself that tweeting counts as keeping a journal, but it doesn't really workout when most of my tweets just say something like, "hey" soooo). ANYWAY, i'll do my best to update my cutie blog with photos & words that probably no one wants to read, but it's all good.<br />
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i will talk to you soon.<br />
xxx --<br />
ang.angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-40996676368331065852014-08-01T11:31:00.003-07:002014-08-01T11:31:58.285-07:00uhhhh... hey?is this normal?<br />
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hi. i'm angela. nice to see you, i haven't been around for quite a while. anyone miss me? no? oh, that's alright. :)<br />
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welllll. life is crazy. and i don't exactly know how to sum things up, sooooo, let's just start over.<br />
i'll be blogging lots this next year. (it's my senior year!)<br />
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so stay in tune. don't forget about me just yet.angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-62093838466377962592014-01-12T00:07:00.001-08:002014-01-12T00:07:41.272-08:00sotrying to get back into this blogging game,<br />
so hm. wish me luck?<br />
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no but really, i never know what to blog about.</div>
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but i really want to blog like 24/7.</div>
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-i'll figure it out.</div>
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angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-66400573107617685022013-09-08T00:37:00.000-07:002013-09-08T23:34:23.101-07:00for me.i feel like sometimes i don't exactly treat myself how i should.<br>
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---i mean, i spend most of my time worrying & caring for others, but i don't really do the same for myself. </div>
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so i need some advice or tips...</div>
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please comment below your favorite thing to do by yourself...</div>
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-what gets your mind off of things? </div>
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-how do you treat yourself? </div>
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-what is one way you take care of yourself? </div>
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-what do you do for, you?</div>
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i'd love to hear anything you would have to say...</div>
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so please, let me know.</div>
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love you all.</div>
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xxx</div>
angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-16684354692445913842013-09-07T09:34:00.000-07:002013-09-07T09:34:27.264-07:00soundrecently, i've noticed i love a lot of different things.<br />
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like, for example;<br />
lately, i've been listening to a new pandora station,<br />
"victoria justice pandora station"<br />
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yeah, yeah. i know, it's like for a 10-year old but i don't really even care.<br />
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i've found some of my favorite songs on this station, and i'm indebted to it.<br />
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so, some of my new favorites songs as of now are,<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDrCAV5TydY" target="_blank">state of grace (acoustic version) -taylor swift</a><br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmtiHjyllys" target="_blank">shouldn't come back -demi lovato</a><br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVeMiVU77wo" target="_blank">breezeblocks -alt-j</a><br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slNgz3QwJNA" target="_blank">maybe -emile sande</a><br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRFHAvdwXXs" target="_blank">wrecking ball -miley cyrus</a><br />
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those are only some of them.<br />
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so, what are your favorites?<br />
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comment below with some, pleeeeeeeaaaaaseee<br />
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k love you all.<br />
have a great weekend!<br />
xxxxangela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-37069406414017521852013-08-17T01:38:00.004-07:002013-08-17T01:38:59.102-07:00help me?i need your help.<br />
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i need to earn a lot of money in the next couple of weeks.<br />
i already have a job and earn good money every week<br />
from it, but i need to hurry up my process to earn money.<br />
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so please, if you have ANY idea of how i can earn $650<br />
by the 2nd week of september, PLEASE let me know.<br />
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should i sell clothes?<br />
or old things in my room?<br />
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pleassseeeeee help me.<br />
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i'm counting on your help.<br />
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k thanks.<br />
love you allll.<br />
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xxxxangela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-51578654456807528042013-07-24T19:07:00.003-07:002013-07-24T19:07:46.070-07:00past two days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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on tuesday, my family decided to take a roadtrip down to idaho where my brother & best friend, matt graduated with his bachelors in communications.<br />
i am so proud of him. he's the greatest person, who has the strongest testimony and is a good example to everyone around him.<br />
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i love him & i love my family.</div>
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happy 24th! </div>
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angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-50419595103182803992013-07-21T19:06:00.001-07:002013-07-21T19:06:49.943-07:00i,i'm no good with words & sometimes use them in ways that can be unkind.<div>which brings me to the topic of this post,</div><div><br></div><div>i'm growing up. and i'm learning a lot through the journey.</div><div>this past week i've been so torn between different decisions, and i've been really hard on myself. but i'm glad i experienced that. </div><div><br></div><div>do you want to know what i've come to realize? </div><div>i knew this before, but didn't ever see it as something so beautiful...</div><div>i'm imperfect. so so imperfect. and i'm very hard on myself because of my imperfections. for most of my life, i've seen this as a weakness, and have been so angry with myself to feel like every detail in my life needs to be just that, perfect.</div><div>well, i've come to the realization that being hard on myself for my imperfections, is sort of a blessing. i mean, i do somethings that are such small things to get upset over, but in a way, it's truly amazing. because i want to be good. and if i mess up a little, i push myself towards trying again, towards becoming better. i feel like I'm hard on myself because i know of my capabilities. and i really do want to be proud of myself.</div><div><br></div><div>so my goal for each of you this week----</div><div>find something small or big, about yourself that may hurt, upset, or bother you, and see it as a blessing. be grateful for those little quirks about yourself that make you, well, YOU. </div><div><br></div><div>own it! you're one of a kind. and i'm positive whatever is bothering you about yourself, will come to bless you & make you as happy as ever, later on. </div><div><br></div><div>ps. i'm serious. i'm going to start blogging more. take my word on it.</div><div><br></div><div>xxxxxxx</div>angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-85753673570026644502013-07-08T12:16:00.002-07:002013-07-08T12:16:33.398-07:00explanation<div style="text-align: center;">
i had such a bittersweet experience. </div>
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(the following is an entry from my journal)</div>
<u>july 6th, 2013</u><br />
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<i>tonight, Alexa (my 4 year old niece) came up to me and said she wanted to see a picture of Sydney holding her. my older brother, Michael, said she had asked about his purple bracelet earlier today, which had Sydney's full name, birth date & death date. i thought it would be okay to show her the photo. </i></div>
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<i>i pulled Alexa on my lap, and took my ipod out, and searched for the photo she wanted to see.</i></div>
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<i>from left to right: Alexa, Sydney, Andie, Angela, Makayla</i></div>
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<i>we took this photo literally just weeks before Sydney passed. </i></div>
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<i>Alexa just looked at the picture and then looked up at me, and so sincerely, she asked, "Did she die?"</i></div>
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<i>I sat there not knowing what to say, and Michael looked at her, and said, "We will tell you when you are older" and then kissed her head. </i></div>
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angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-89390386925875666422013-06-16T11:25:00.001-07:002013-06-16T11:25:43.302-07:00talkwell, my birthday is tomorrow. <div>and i'll finally be 16. i'm so excited.</div><div>but also, i'm really scared. and i couldn't </div><div>really tell you why, but the nerves are </div><div>definitely there. </div><div><br></div><div>a couple days ago, I decided that I was going to read the book of mormon in 13 days, to finish by my birthday. well reading 41 pages a day takes longer than you think, and more concentration. it took me about 2 or more hours a day to read that many pages. and some days, I would wake up late on accident or had to be somewhere and didn't have time for 2 hours. so I kind of started reading less pages a day, something more doable. now I'm left the day before I wanted to finish, and I'm not even close to finishing.</div><div>I am so disappointed in myself. but who knows, maybe ill try to finish those few hundred pages (literally) today, and finish my goal, or birthday present to myself. </div><div><br></div><div>well, none the less, I am as happy as ever. and doing good. </div><div><br></div><div>I love my Father in Heaven, and I don't appreciate Him enough. but here is to Him, the one who never left, who listened to my countless prayers, who watched over me when I was scared, who comforted me when I went through a tough time... I am so very grateful I know of Your existence, it has changed my life. </div><div>Thanks for being my best friend, and directing me in my life. I love you. </div><div><br></div><div>also, quick shoutout to my own dad. I don't know guys, he is definitely my best friend. I love him so much and am so grateful I have him in my life. he supports me in everything and is so loving. </div><div><br></div><div>i am very grateful to have two wonderful Father's in my life. and I don't know who I would be without knowing either of them. they are amazing.</div><div><br></div><div>happy Sunday. </div><div>remember me when you wake </div><div>tomorrow :) </div><div><br></div><div>xxxx</div><div><br></div>angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-51325608686461832012013-06-10T13:19:00.003-07:002013-06-10T13:36:32.128-07:00here<div style="text-align: center;">
the wonderful <i><a href="http://yourfragilebird.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">zoe lazerson</a></i> was kind enough to take my pictures this last weekend.</div>
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here are some of the shots she took (i can't wait to see the others!)</div>
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<br />angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-33284610108887452702013-06-08T02:24:00.001-07:002013-06-08T02:24:57.178-07:00so I guess<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>I've decided that I'm really bad at this whole blogging thing<div>none of my words look good together,</div><div>they aren't perfectly placed together.</div><div>I don't sound like an amazing writer,</div><div>and I never know what to post about.</div><div>so hm. maybe ill try something new.</div><div>ill try to post more than once a week,</div><div>but I will have a topic for each day</div><div>- I need to make my life more exciting so I can blog about it, ya feel me?</div><div>Mmk. wish me luck babes.</div><div>xoxo</div><div>ps,</div><div>today I joined the lipstick gang</div><div><br></div><div>(I feel like such a girl,</div><div>and I seriously love it) </div><div><br></div><div>(: <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN79ktht8L_NoIY4ItJNZ6gRsAzcAwDaECnQyZwnj2-A6knDZZg1nb2JF-Qjq5Opd8GN1xgdY5Cm-zxOpTxlWY59XZjU2VHBnVE_o0vFWa5K9qxysVNxeqezjl18CpjI-J81Dg6UIQtcf_/s640/blogger-image-1418735836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN79ktht8L_NoIY4ItJNZ6gRsAzcAwDaECnQyZwnj2-A6knDZZg1nb2JF-Qjq5Opd8GN1xgdY5Cm-zxOpTxlWY59XZjU2VHBnVE_o0vFWa5K9qxysVNxeqezjl18CpjI-J81Dg6UIQtcf_/s640/blogger-image-1418735836.jpg"></a></div></div>angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-4501412213431476432013-06-03T13:48:00.001-07:002013-06-03T13:48:47.839-07:00>summer series< 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I've decided to take a picture everyday of my summer vacation. so, here's what I've gathered so far. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">---—------—------------—----—------—---</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdXDep0Imo_8CshqVKh12xRXiR4YCzVpr73_akVXcuvamEBhN85sA53cP32tmWguzveBGUYD5QEYjvAqivr_19bS2ERelu1EduxCxOSzv361UNRPZfsD-5WaDdp1V6-3Gc3A9HPTr-lTR5/s640/blogger-image--138962680.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdXDep0Imo_8CshqVKh12xRXiR4YCzVpr73_akVXcuvamEBhN85sA53cP32tmWguzveBGUYD5QEYjvAqivr_19bS2ERelu1EduxCxOSzv361UNRPZfsD-5WaDdp1V6-3Gc3A9HPTr-lTR5/s640/blogger-image--138962680.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> me & andie at her sisters wedding </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> -----5/31/13-----</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZn6vP_oZ-4aXn4Q8LKqZhxti1h7uHDKZa0bCDWnKcvHm9ZgM_lw6gojEcVN26e3tKwhwQ6b3bmkogalUB1waayXzimTTayvzd6Xq55Tzw16vzuaIcB0PvzBmgEzrYe_VIL5_-ezljpWsP/s640/blogger-image-639559965.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZn6vP_oZ-4aXn4Q8LKqZhxti1h7uHDKZa0bCDWnKcvHm9ZgM_lw6gojEcVN26e3tKwhwQ6b3bmkogalUB1waayXzimTTayvzd6Xq55Tzw16vzuaIcB0PvzBmgEzrYe_VIL5_-ezljpWsP/s640/blogger-image-639559965.jpg"></a></div><div>caroline, andie & I went and played tennis </div><div> (andie is hiding)</div><div> -----6/1/13-----</div>angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-53720543677727669392013-05-16T21:00:00.000-07:002013-05-16T21:00:19.865-07:00ask please?i've posted this link on literally every social networking of mine.<br />
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i've decided this blog of mine is <b>bipolar.</b></div>
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no no no.</div>
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that is not okay, because i sure am okay.</div>
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i am beyond okay. i am happy. </div>
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do you want to know why?</div>
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because of <span style="font-size: large;">jesus christ,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">my </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><u>savior&redeemer.</u></span></div>
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these past couple of weeks </div>
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angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-45998113280596822672013-01-07T16:40:00.001-08:002013-01-12T23:05:59.960-08:00easier?i was told that it is easier to just go along with life and whatever comes your way.<br />
i was also told that most things dont end up the way you plan.<br />
& again, i was told that you dont need happiness.<br />
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2 out of 3 of these things are correct. can you guess which one does not fit in the category of what is really true?<br />
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hm. since when was that even an option to live life without?<br />
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i don't know about you, but i sure need happiness. i always need happiness angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-17442878623289430012013-01-06T00:55:00.001-08:002013-01-06T00:59:27.591-08:00refined&definedin honor of the new year,<br />
& new year resolutions.. this is me telling you mine.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">one. be a better 'me<i>'.</i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">i tend to get a little ornery lately, especially with my family. i will be honest, i haven't been as happy as i was, but I'm getting there. I'm going to be recreating myself this year, into a person i know god wants me to be. it will be a journey, but it will be so worth it.</span></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;">three. <span style="font-size: large;">read the book of mormon.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>i've actually never read it before, by myself or for myself. i've never taken time to dig deep into the pages of the book of mormon and really find what speaks to me, or what god is wanting me to know. but i've decided i need to take that opportunity. i know, but i need a more sure knowledge. after all, the gospel is based off of this book. and i want to know more than i do right now. i believe that is the only way i will be able to be happy.</i></span></div>
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angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-83536081589897687622013-01-05T18:51:00.002-08:002013-01-05T19:19:13.373-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-1266993832268230792012-12-24T01:56:00.001-08:002012-12-24T01:56:08.940-08:00RememberingI feel like I dwell on the past too much. I'm always thinking of ways I could've changed a situation and it kills me. I definitely put too much thought into what I could have done differently for various situations.<br />
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All I want to say to you, is I really have no clue what went wrong. Or why you suddenly felt the need to drop me as a friend. I don't know why I was no longer good enough to be in your life. And I guess I'll never understand what i could've done to fix our friendship, to fix us.<br />
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I beat myself down everyday because of it. Too many questions, without any answers or explanations. I am mostly confused with the fact that I was once a sufficient friend for you, but months later, no longer was. <br />
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I really don't know if I'll get over what happened between us, and I'm sorry I keep bringing it up but I really can't help it. <br />
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ANYWAYS----<br />
I love ron pope, & his lyrics; <br />
go ahead and justify yourself to anyone who cares to listen. angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-66995949032258621542012-12-10T14:07:00.001-08:002012-12-10T14:07:30.590-08:00perfect.this is completely stolen, but i loved it too much so i had to share.<br />
enjoy,<br />
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<br />angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-56211468250476755132012-12-09T00:54:00.001-08:002012-12-09T00:54:02.605-08:00'giving up?'Seems that in today's world, if you get in a fight with someone or have a disagreement, your friendship is no longer valid. Someone gets 'tired' of you, and they try to back out of your friendship.<br />
Why is that? Why are we all so caught up on thinking once something goes wrong, we can just quit? <br />
Honestly, it really hurts me to see this. Not only have i gone through being dropped as a friend, but now i am watching other people letting go of friendships they could never replace. <br />
I really think telling someone you can't be friends because something is wrong, is so so selfish. You don't even know, nor can you imagine what you put that person through. You're basically telling that person that they're no longer good enough for your life. Their friendship isn't sufficient, it no longer benefits you.<br />
How many times do we look at a friendship, and think, 'this isn't working' or 'they aren't a good friend' <br />
what even is a good friend? Do you even want a good friend, or are you looking for a perfect friend? <br />
I can't even stress enough how important it is to let people know you love them. To let people know their friendship means the world to you, even if at some points they aren't the greatest friend around. Everyone is going through something. That one person you decided to drop as a friend because of one fight, or because their friendship just wasn't benefiting you anymore, could be suicidal. They could be really insecure. Or could have family problems going on, struggling with self discovery. <br />
Just please promise me, that you will never give up on someone. You'll never say 'this isn't working, lets be done'. Don't make anyone else feel like who they are isn't good enough for you. <br />
That is all. Happy Sunday. angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-67570221697874836222012-12-02T20:55:00.001-08:002012-12-02T20:55:20.875-08:00it's going good.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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okay, i know i've posted this picture on basically all social network sights. but this is my very best friend. and i'd be lost without her. we are basically the same person. when we are together, all we do is laugh and talk. we are able to communicate in a way i've never been able to talk to anyone else. we can be so serious, and talk about deep and personal things but then seconds later we can burst into laughter or even song. she constantly makes my day. i am happiest when i am around her. wherever we go, people stop us and ask if we are sisters. (which we don't get, because we don't think we look anything alike) and people have even told me many times that we are twins, meaning we act the same. she gets it too. and i honestly believe it. we are both soo happy and so alike in so many ways, while we are able to be our own person. andie madsen is two years younger than me in grade, and a little over a year younger than me in age. but i don't care. she is my perfect friend. she brings out the best in me, and i couldn't be more grateful to her. she has made me who i am. </div>
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angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-57070061979724610312012-12-01T10:49:00.000-08:002012-12-01T10:49:56.995-08:00hope.I just needed to share this.<br />
You'll get through it, I promise. I know I will. <br />
Happy December.<br />
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<br />angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153665740430408797.post-1809278815972269032012-11-28T21:56:00.000-08:002012-11-28T21:56:03.788-08:00& be done with it.I always feel like I spend way too much time dwelling on what people say, or even what they think. Especially when it's about me. I don't know, but lately I've just felt really.. uncertain, about mostly everything. Well, I honestly have been struggling SO much with this whole end of mine and my best friends friendship. I guess I just don't exactly understand how someone gave up on me so easily. And I don't understand it even now. Especially when you've done all you possibly could for that person, and they just stop caring. I literally put a lot of things on hold for him. And it hurt when he gave up on me. Maybe just because I couldn't think of doing that to him.<br />
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So, I've really been trying to be grateful lately, for a lot in my life. (in spite of thanksgiving)<br />
And I've found it really hard. Especially because I'm having such a hard time letting go of him. And of the friendship we had. And then one day, I was on We Heart It and I saw this one picture and it was of a book, and what it said. And I realized it applied to me SO much. It actually made me really happy.<br />
It read;<br />
"I was, but then I realized that I was holding on to something that didn't exist anymore. That the person I missed didn't exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we can wish they wouldn't all day long, but that never works."<br />
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Like, this applies to my life more than anyone will ever know. So being a girl, I posted it on instagram. Then, two girls commented asking what the book was. I didn't know, so I decided to google the quote, and yep. I found it. :) It's called 'Fixing Delilah'. Also, next to the book on the reviews side it said, "rich with emotion, this book delivers a powerful story of family, love and <b><u>self-discovery</u></b>." I looked it up in my school library, and ran to school today and found the book and immediately checked it out. I never read, but I was honestly so very happy about this.<br />
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Because quite frankly, I believe I need to find myself. And I sure hope this book will help me.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"Be done with it. you have done what you could. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>them as soon as you can."</i></span>angela.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959155973604247338noreply@blogger.com0