~Just passing by ~: Hits!!!

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Hits!!!

Holy cow!!!
I just looked at all the hit I've gotten since I started and I've had 228 HITS!!!!!!!!
You can see how excited I am by little numbers on the bottom of my page (well... almost bottom )!!!!!
I'm soooooooooooooooooooo happy! All thanks to you!!! See now don't you feel super happy now that you made me happy??? Life is the BEST when your happy!!!!!! ( I'm not saying that life isn't the best when your not happy. Its just.... well, lets say life isn't the best when your sad or when your doing work.) I just want to thank all you blog fans (and non blog fans) for making my day happier!!!!

Now I have to do my homework! :( (I'm not so happy anymore... )

Long live blogers!!!!

3 comments:

KikiFebruary 11, 2011 at 5:02 PM
Hey, congrats! welcome to the "feeling awesome" club ;)
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UnknownFebruary 11, 2011 at 5:44 PM
Life is ment to be happy!!!
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MiralApril 2, 2011 at 12:16 PM
Now it's 887 congrats!
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luv,
~Moi

" Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who
calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen
to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the
boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you
are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re
just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how
much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his
friends and says, thats her... "

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an
earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it
is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love
is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of
promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can
convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love
has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother
and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when
all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one
tree and not two." -St. Augustine