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<rss version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>I’m Alex. 
Female. 
Engaged!
In my second year of college.
Live in California, from a small town.
1/4 Filipino, middle child of 5 girls.
Strawberry-blonde in love with: God, Family, Andrew, vintage clothes, books, fuzzy socks, fruit, baby animals, giraffes, photography, sun-dresses, artsy things, music, singing, laughing, joking, nieces &amp; nephews, scrap booking, making presents, painting, hugging, kissing, smiling, and love. (:</description><title>ALEXANDRIA</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @angangan)</generator><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Lovely. At least I moved up on my waitlist.
The highlighted is a...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kupfo318gX1qzw0tuo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lovely. At least I moved up on my waitlist.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The highlighted is a class DURING BREAK&gt;.&lt; (for swim team) Almost 4 hours everyday… Eeeekkk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At lease I can get my AA with these and be done with COS. It’s not too difficult! (:&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/284875763</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/284875763</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 09:38:00 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>So here's the Deal:</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I have work at noon and I’m cold. Its only 40 degrees, and this house is freezing. My arthritis, yes I’m 19 with legit arthritis, is freaking aching. SUCKS&gt;.&lt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I have two &lt;b&gt;7 am Finals&lt;/b&gt;, Tomorrow and Thursday. I DON’T WANT TO GOOO!!!! But who does want to go to finals? &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My fiance failed classes, yet again. I don’t care if he doesn’t want me to share, I don’t see why he’d care though. &lt;b&gt;HE FAILED CLASSES&lt;/b&gt;! I still don’t know how. I mean C’s or D’s, maybe.  But to tell me he goes to class, does all his work and takes all the exams, I DON’T UNDERSTAND… he’s a smart guy.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Failing is big deal because he was already on AP or at least warned… and I’m supposed to go to school there with him &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;next year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.  At least, if I get in and he stays.  Now I just don’t know. He promised to do better, because we both need to graduate, so what happened?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I need to do Christmas shopping. I have like 150 in my account which I am willing to use for all billion of my close family members, and Andy. Sound like enough? &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I am going to be happy, I am going to be happy, I am going to be happy.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;After I take a nap ! (:&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/284873606</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/284873606</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 09:35:58 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Thank Goodness for Mixes People Post on Tumblr...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;My life wouldn’t be the same without them. (:&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/284863839</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/284863839</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 09:24:58 -0800</pubDate><category>Mix</category><category>Thanks!</category></item><item><title>"I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence but it comes from within. It is..."</title><description>“I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence but it comes from within. It is there all the time.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Anna Freud (via &lt;a href="http://littlemiss.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;littlemiss&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/284838394</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/284838394</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 08:57:32 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>FS</title><description>&lt;p&gt;First. I’m super into flannel right now and think you should get that shirt for your boyfriend. He’ll thank you for it when people call him stylish (at least that’s what happened for me).&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Second. How does it feel to be engaged at such a young age? I cannot even begin to think how it must feel to know that you have found the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. I mean I know my best friend and her boyfriend will be together forever (and she’s only 21) but I just can’t imagine having that feeling already. how did you know he was right?&lt;br/&gt;
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First, thanks for writing! (: I really love that shirt and flannel/plaid! He will look so amazing too, too amazing (; I don’t want other girls to look at him! Haha He has loved the sweater my family gave him and he likes to show off anything from me.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Second, it feels absolutely amazing. We have been together for almost 3 years now, and after only a couple months together we both knew we were meant for each other. Of course, we have been through so many bad times already, some things people will never know. And when someone asks me how I know all I can say is that he is the most forgiving and understanding man I know, but he also knows that he messes up as well. We can not get into many worse situations than we already have, so I know we can make it through anything. (: For me, being 19 and engaged makes me feel that much safer and more sure of myself. Because I know whom I love and that he love me equally as much, if not more. (:&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/284313999</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/284313999</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 22:18:47 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>superbarbs:

=P (via ohdearbarb)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuoioiIpOr1qzochho1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://superbarbs.tumblr.com/post/284275144" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;superbarbs&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;=P (via &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/dearbarbz365"&gt;ohdearbarb&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/284279826</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/284279826</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 21:49:50 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>I want to know. What do you think of me?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.com/forms/?658260-Xuj6fhBRm2"&gt;I want to know. What do you think of me?&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/284227416</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/284227416</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 21:08:40 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>I don't want to work anymore...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It’s so sad that I can be so young and yet feel so empty and old inside. I feel like I have no meaning. No reason to work except to make money for my wedding! Which, believe me, is an amazing reason. But what next??&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What will I work for next? I don’t know what I want to do or be, and I don’t even care. Please give me some inspiration… Please. I just want to live.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It really sucks to be away from the one you love, even if it’s just sleeping in another room. Or three hours apart and his phone is broken and hasn’t called in a day… He completes me and I never feel safe or confident without him. I need his support. He is my other, perfect half. Without him I am nothing… But people don’t understand that… &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I don’t want to work, unless I’m with him.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/284201395</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/284201395</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 20:49:00 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>(via fuckyeahhlove)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kunrxdkN2M1qzilpso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://fuckyeahhlove.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;fuckyeahhlove&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283900639</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283900639</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 17:13:52 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>fuckyeahbabyanimals:

(via haveabeagle)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://19.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kumksgkimr1qzc4byo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;fuckyeahbabyanimals&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://"&gt;haveabeagle&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283685023</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283685023</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 14:24:12 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>I have to work today :(</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;shechangesyourmind&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;230-8 … they gave me a nice 5.5 hour shift and then the next 4 days - BOOM ALL 8 HOUR SHIFTS.  I need the money, I do, but I hate working at the grocery store.  Remember being little and thinking it would be so fun to scan groceries?  It’s not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;



You get to actually scan? I’m not gonna lie. I know it sucks, but it’s better than being all the cashiers’ bitch. Doing things for all the non English speaking people who can’t read their WIC checks. Urrrggghhhh ): luck.</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283623828</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283623828</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 13:30:38 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Today</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Consists of:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;•Sleeping in&lt;br/&gt;
•Watching TV&lt;br/&gt;
•Playing Mario Bros Wii&lt;br/&gt;
•Tumblin on my phone&lt;br/&gt;
•Cleaning&lt;br/&gt;
•Talking to the Boy (hopefully)&lt;br/&gt;
•Being lonely…&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283419194</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283419194</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 10:00:17 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>(via little-redhead)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kunks53uZD1qaom97o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://little-redhead.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;little-redhead&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283414032</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283414032</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 09:54:30 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>(via little-redhead)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://18.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kunld69qpW1qaom97o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;little-redhead&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283412804</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283412804</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 09:53:01 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>My boy. He tried on this shirt for me to see… Christmas...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kunjqhqfaz1qzw0tuo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;My boy. He tried on this shirt for me to see… Christmas present? Yes/no?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283375554</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283375554</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 09:10:51 -0800</pubDate><category>boy</category><category>love</category><category>plaid</category></item><item><title>(via little-redhead)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://18.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kunid7iYfJ1qaom97o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://little-redhead.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;little-redhead&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283373959</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283373959</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 09:09:19 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"Never regret. If it’s good, it’s wonderful. If it’s bad, it’s experience."</title><description>“Never regret. If it’s good, it’s wonderful. If it’s bad, it’s experience.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; Victoria Holt (via &lt;a href="http://eunichick.tumblr.com/"&gt;eunichick&lt;/a&gt;) (via &lt;a href="http://quote-book.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;quote-book&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283327831</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283327831</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 08:17:49 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>gleeks:


themarinegeek:

True Colors - Glee.
</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://angangan.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/283290307/tumblr_kun0uce5Bq1qzeq3q&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;gleeks&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;themarinegeek&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;True Colors - &lt;b&gt;Glee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283290307</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/283290307</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 07:36:38 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>i've never been to California or New York.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;butterfliesatthemailbox&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i wanna go so bad.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;



Come to Cali, it ain’t that great. Lol</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/282942723</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/282942723</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 00:05:48 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Didn’t I see you when you thought you’d never stand out?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;shechangesyourmind&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/282882049</link><guid>http://angangan.tumblr.com/post/282882049</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 22:59:30 -0800</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
