Aristotle "Meatball" The Cat.

This... is Aristotle, also known as my baby. I couldn't imagine my life without him because his furry little shoulder is always there for me to cry on when I have a bad day. Even though he doesn't understand what I'm saying, he always gives me this look like he knows exactly how I feel. As crazy as I sound, I can't live without my kitty. He's just the cutest little thing ever, even if he is kind of a brat at times. 

The Soundtrack of My Summer

Photo Credit:  http://meganjoy.wordpress.com/2010/01/23/tegan-and-sara/

Tegan and Sara

I can't even begin to describe why I love Tegan and Sara. I've been listening to them for over a year now, and they are by far my favorite artists. I can always relate to the things in their songs, and the meanings are so deep and emotional. I can't say which song is my favorite, because it changes so often but I love them all. The reason this post is titles "The Soundtrack of My Summer" is because during the summer of 2010 I listened to them non-stop, and so now when I listen to them it brings back amazing and fun memories from that summer.

Tegan and Sara are twin sisters from Alberta, Canada, born in 1980. They've been playing music since 1995 and have released six albums.

Caide Emerson Kenyon

So my computer broke down, and it refused to let me post anything! Finally I got it up and working again, so here are my MUCH DELAYED blog posts. Enjoy!(:

The number one thing I love... is my little brother. Technically, he is my half brother but at times he is wholley annoying.  He was born July 3, 2006. I am ten years older than he is. I think Caide is the smartest four year old I've ever met, as well as the funniest. Whenever I'm painting my nails, he always asks me to paint his but only the color blue. He just has such a lively personality and I don't know what I'd do if I lost this little man. Love you, kid!

The ONE Thing About My Phone That Makes Me Mad...

Everytime this symbol pops up on my phone, my skin crawls because there is NOTHING I hate more than voicemails. I get two types of voicemails: the first is this kind..

"Addie, why won't you talk to me anymore? We used to talk everyday and now you never text me back!" This kind is usually left by some distant person I gave my number to once over Facebook who I've never met in person. I don't answer your call because you creeped me out by sending me seven messages in four minutes when I didn't text you back. Then when I tell you its best if we don't talk anymore, you freak out even though to be honest you can't recall my last name. Sorry hun, but you creep me out so obviously I'm not going to answer your call.

The other kind mostly consists of...

"Click, click, shuffle, click, shuffle, click, click, cough, click." That's right, the ever famous "pocket call". Only I don't just get pocket calls. I swear some people call me, then leave me voicemails of them texting.

Now, once in awhile I'll get a legitimate voicemail from someone who has a real reason for leaving one, in which case I'll call you back as soon as I can.

 But to really just sum this all up, I HATE it when people leave me voicemails. I ignored your call for a reason: because I don't care what you have to say. Leaving me a voicemail just pisses me off more because now I have to take EFFORT to ignore you. Thanks! (:

Our Epic Incidents (:

Haha, this is my favorite picture ever... anyways! If you're wondering who I do the most things with, its Chaya. I swear, she is the craziest (in a good way) person I know. Luckily for me, she lives five minutes away on foot, so I can go over whenever I please. I've known this kiddo since seventh grade and I can honestly say we do crazy things together even more than Gina and I. We aren't as close as we used to be, but we're still good friends and whenever I have a bad day or am bummed out, I can count on her to cheer me up. But perhaps the strangest night we've had was the night Miklo came over.. and I climbed in a dryer at her apartments. It sounded like a good idea at the time.
The End... (:

Gina Nicolè Cerrito ♥

Gina Nicolè Cerrito (also known as my best friend) has gotten me through practically everything. We had gone to sixth grade together at Canyon View, but we didn't really start being friends until closer to the end of the year. She lived literally just up the street from me and one day we walked home together. We didn't really talk much after school let out; then in June, the summer between sixth and seventh grade, my step-brother passed away unexpectedly. Gina and I started talking a little later on in July, and I discovered she had recently lost both of her grandparents so she really understood how I felt. Now we've been best friends for almost four years and I can't imagine living without her. We do everything together and even though sometimes we want to strangle each other (mainly after living together for two weeks straight, which we often do in the summer) she's always going to be my sister. She's my partner in crime and I wouldn't have it any other way!

The Hair-Sniffing Chronicles

See that girl there? That's me... and the creeper sniffing my hair? That's Colton. For some reason, everytime I see this picture I laugh so hard. It was taken by Gina at Back-To-School-Night at Butler Middle (my old school) in August of 2010. Back in the summer, Gina, Colton, and I were all best friends and it was the most amazing summer of my life. Shortly after this picture was taken, we got kicked out of Mr. Pliley's class for seeing how many people we could fit in the sink.