urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lascositas emily emily 2009-05-18T05:31:49Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lascositas:10055 2006-03-20T07:19:31Z 2009-05-18T05:17:18Z i'm singing 'mas alla' because of my icon. tell me something you love.<br /><br />i love books without words, and a good calf-length skirt. i love the smell of coco madamoiselle and mother of pearl (have i ever told you that i like mother of pearl?) anything. i love shakira and the feeling i get at the end of vanilla sky (how come no one liked that movie?). i love hot showers and warm soft blankets and naps and the newspaper. i love that tv special where the magician shows me how he did it and i love a good joke. i love to dance and i love to make my bed. i love curled eyelashes, hyperbole, and writing down recipes. i love wearing an apron when i cook and i love unbleached flour. i love sunsets and windy summer days and when the words gold and green are said together. i love the perfect driving music and i love the way a beautiful day makes my heart fill up and i love when i have a secret and no one knows. no one. i even love when it feels like i have a wonderful secret but i don't. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lascositas:2273 2005-10-18T06:13:47Z 2009-05-18T05:27:40Z Shakira y Alejandro Sanz - La Tortura I have what experts with lots of plaques on their walls would call "a shit load of homework" due tomorrow, and what Starbucks calls a "double shot" in my system, but I am missing the motivation to due that homework. However, I did manage to totally get owned by this webtest that was totally acurate in guessing I was the third born, and I also looked up a bunch of info on miss tomato. so now that I'm blowing all of my caffeine on Livejournal, I'm pretty sure I won't pass any of the classes I'm in. Goodnight!<br /><br /><center><table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"><tr><td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align="center"><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"><b>You Are Likely a Third Born</b></font></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/third-born.jpg" height="100" width="100"></center><font color="#000000"><br />At your darkest moments, you feel vulnerable.<br />At work and school, you do best when you're comparing things.<br />When you love someone, you tend to like to please them.<br /><br />In friendship, you are loyal to one person.<br />Your ideal careers are: sales, police officer, newspaper reporter, inventor, poet, and animal trainer.<br />You will leave your mark on the world with inventions, poetry, and inspiration.</font></td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/">The Birth Order Predictor</a></div>&lt;/center</center> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lascositas:1867 2005-10-18T02:30:11Z 2009-05-18T05:31:49Z Travis - Flowers in the Window <center><img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/betocuevas/tomato/tomato03.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"><br /><br /><img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/betocuevas/tomato/tomato02.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"><br /><br /><img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/betocuevas/tomato/tomato01.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"><br /></center><br /><br /><u>Tomato</u><br />LIKES:<br />+ snuggles<br />+ trickery<br />+ looking out the window of my coconut house<br />+ going outside my coconut house and looking IN the window<br />+ jumping out of your hand when you think i'm behaving (see: trickery)<br />+ dried flies<br />+ music videos<br />+ ma (sometimes :[ )<br /><br />DISLIKES:<br />- the dark<br />- the cold<br />- being alone<br />- other geckos<br />- ma (a lot of the time... :[ )<br />- behaving<br />- russel simmons urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lascositas:746 2005-10-11T05:44:57Z 2005-10-11T05:53:48Z Air - Alpha Beta Gaga <center><img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/betocuevas/ihopeitrainscoffee.jpg" alt="Hopefully, it rains coffee"></center><br /><br />These days, I live in the medical district of Chicago, 10 seconds outside of Pilsen and 6 minutes from downtown. I wake up when the computer voice across the street announces how long it's been since the last bus, and I fall asleep watching a cloud of smoke from a hospital billow up towards heaven. It never gets dark enough and I always feel tired. I miss the gold and green of the suburbs but not much else. This place has plenty of gold, anyway.<br /><br /><br /><br />*Previously __domestica (If you're confused)<br /><br />If you add me, please leave a comment to let me know.