I fight like a girl.

I FIGHT LIKE A GIRL WHO REFUSES TO BE A VICTIM. I FIGHT LIKE A GIRL WHO IS TIRED OF BEING IGNORED, HUMORED, BEATEN OR RAPED. I FIGHT LIKE A GIRL WHO IS TIRED OF NOT BEING TAKEN SERIOUSLY. I FIGHT LIKE A GIRL THATS BEEN PUSHED TO FAR. I FIGHT LIKE A GIRL THAT OFFERS AND DEMANDS RESPECT. I FIGHT LIKE A GIRL THATS HAD A LIFE TIME OF ANGER, STRENGTH AND PRIDE BUILT UP IN HER GIRL BODY. I FIGHT LIKE A GIRL THAT DOESN'T BELIEVE IN FEAR OR SUBMISSION. I FIGHT LIKE A GIRL THAT KNOWS YOU ONLY HAVE AS MUCH POWER AS I GRANT YOU. I FIGHT LIKE A GIRL WHO WILL NEVER LET YOU TAKE MORE THAN I OFFER. I FIGHT LIKE A GIRL THAT FIGHTS BACK. SO NEXT TIME YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE CARE OF YOUR INSECURITIES BY VICTIMIZING A GIRL... THINK AGAIN THAT GIRL COULD BE ME AND I FIGHT LIKE A GIRL....

- FIGHT LIKE A GIRL STOP THE ABUSE

It's summer, people.

Avery created the Summer Of Love. And she also created the rules for the summer of love. I, like Katie Corrin, have broken every single rule...

One.)Find someone new, someone lovely. Find romance. Fall in love.

How I broke the rule.) Funny little story... This has not yet happened. Katie, stop being a little liar and saying "You're lying" when people say "You have Jake Barton" cause, guess what! You do! I saw it with my OWN EYES. I, on the other hand, have, up to this point, failed to find someone new and lovely. I got close - I'm not going to lie. (It wasn't that Jake boy I was ranting about, no, someone different.) His name was Josh. (Was Josh? It's not like he's dead or anything...) But, it didn't pan out so well. I miss him sometimes. And the relationship we never (but certainly could've) had. And no one new has walked into my life. Dear boys: I'm just sitting here. Waiting. For you. Please. Please come.

Two.) Love your friends. Be together.

How I broke the rule.) It's not that I don't love my friends... It's just that we haven't spent loads of time together. I've seen Katie a total of four times. Hannah a total of once. I have spent quite a bit of time with my dear old friend, Harli, who I grew up with, never fight with, and completely adore. I also adore her boyfriend. We love each other. Hahaha.

Three.) Love your family. Love your mom.

How I broke the rule.) Uh. Well. My mom and I have fought nearly every day. My sister and I fight often. Clearly, this rule has been broken.

Four.) Love the summer. The sunshine, the heat, and the tan lines you get.

How I broke the rule.) I love summer. But the sun kills my skin - even though it feels good in the process of cell killing. I have absolutely no tan lines to love. And the heat is good, but sometimes not good to run in.

Five.) Love time. Spend it well.

How I broke the rule.) I have not spend my time so well. I lay on the floor often. I mope in bed often. I sit around and postpone doing my jobs. Often. I'm so exciting. Yeah.

Six.) Love life. Love everything about it because it's going fast. No regrets.

How I broke the rule.) I do love my life, don't get me wrong, but some days - like, every other day - I say something along the lines of "This is the worst day of my life." I should probably break that habit...

Seven.) Love yourself. You're lovely and and gorgeous and incredible and perfect.

How I broke the rule.) I'm a teenage girl.

Other than that, it's really been a wonderful summer full of laughter and Del Taco and efy and strawberry shakes and Nana and mini-vacations (all leading up to our giant vacation!!) and lots and lots of... Well, love.(:

At the end of the day, it really HAS been the summer of love. I love this summer. I'm going to celebrate that.

This is your day, people! Go live it!!

Stay pretty.

-Addy* Sue

My soul is healing.(:

("We study people for a living." -addy&sarah)

Life is too good.

I can't even tell you how many times I've heard Sarah say, "I'm so happy to be alive!" lately.

I mean, I'm alive! Isn't that enough to celebrate?

I freaked out this morning. I texted the boy(friend)(ish) and told him I'd call him later. Maybe. I just can't handle it anymore. I panicked. I freaked out. I called Sarah and she calmed me down. It was all very overwhelming.

I'm just so blessed. Today, mom and I got in a feud, right? She took my phone. Blessing. Oh, such a blessing. I don't know when she's gonna give it back. A week or so? She threatened to turn it off. I could live with that. I mean, I don't want it turned off, but I need a break from everyone. I just need to breathe.

I'm letting my soul heal. I'm gonna sit at home and read and write poetry and listen to great music and let my soul heal.

I spent yesterday with some amazing people (Tim and Whitley) watching The Hills. (New addiction? I think yes.)

I love it.

I love everything.

Tim: You are a talented boy. Thank you for always making my day.

Whitley: You are the spunkiest girl I know.

Welson: Thanks for finally coming back from Canada.(:

Katie: You mean the world to me.

Sarah: ...I love you... That's all I can say. You changed my life... Five times now.(: One: sitting behind me in French. Two: moving away. Us becoming really close. Three: Walking out of my life... Boys... Four: Walking back in. Five: This morning. You healed my soul. I love you.

Remember: You do not have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.

Stay pretty.

You're alive. That's something to celebrate.

-Addy*

When The President Talks To God

I've recently been introduced to a little band called Bright Eyes (aka Connor Oberst). The man is a genius. He needs to be knighted by the Queen. I wanted to post the lyrics to one of my favorite Bright Eyes songs here today. I don't mean to offend any of you - it was written about Bush. And I want your feedback. Tell me how you feel. It touched me pretty deeply.

"When the president talks to God
Are the conversations brief or long?
Does he ask to rape our women’s rights
And send poor farm kids off to die?
Does God suggest an oil hike
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
Are the consonants all hard or soft?
Is he resolute all down the line?
Is every issue black or white?
Does what God say ever change his mind
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
Does he fake that drawl or merely nod?
Agree which convicts should be killed?
Where prisons should be built and filled?
Which voter fraud must be concealed
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
I wonder which one plays the better cop
We should find some jobs. the ghetto's broke
No, they're lazy, George, I say we don't
Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke
That's what God recommends

When the president talks to God
Do they drink near beer and go play golf
While they pick which countries to invade
Which Muslim souls still can be saved?
I guess god just calls a spade a spade
When the president talks to God

When the president talks to God
Does he ever think that maybe he's not?
That that voice is just inside his head
When he kneels next to the presidential bed
Does he ever smell his own bullsh
When the president talks to God?

I doubt it

I doubt it"

This all hit me pretty hard. It's gorgeous and beautiful and perfection, in my opinion. Tell me what you think.

Stay pretty. Remember: We have sight beyond vision.

-Addy*