<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:31:17.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becca Lu's Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>"I wish no one in my place..." -brandnew</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111392157474297739</id><published>2005-04-19T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T07:39:34.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/icon.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/icon.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111392157474297739?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111392157474297739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111392157474297739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/04/icon.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111139740769591335</id><published>2005-03-21T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T01:30:07.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/skulls.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/skulls.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skulls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111139740769591335?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111139740769591335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111139740769591335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/skulls.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111139738453290255</id><published>2005-03-21T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T01:29:44.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/guitar.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/guitar.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111139738453290255?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111139738453290255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111139738453290255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111091037594031077</id><published>2005-03-15T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T10:12:55.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/jesse2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/jesse2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore this too. eek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111091037594031077?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111091037594031077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111091037594031077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/ignore-this-too.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111090933928511502</id><published>2005-03-15T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T09:55:39.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/jesse.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/jesse.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111090933928511502?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111090933928511502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111090933928511502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/ignore-it.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111087731125428067</id><published>2005-03-15T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T01:01:51.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/jesseeee.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/jesseeee.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many fucking updates today.. i know, but damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111087731125428067?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111087731125428067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111087731125428067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/too-many-fucking-updates-today.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111086977508644366</id><published>2005-03-14T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:58:10.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 411px" height="559" alt="HASH(0x8ce214c)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/Nariel-flame/1108239394_nangelform.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The Goddess of Ice and Hope. You are a creative&lt;br /&gt;wonder. Always calm and collected, you hold the&lt;br /&gt;awe of many people and you are exceptionally&lt;br /&gt;logical. You are an inspirational beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Nariel-flame/quizzes/Which%20gorgeous%20goddess%20are%20you?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Which gorgeous goddess are you? For girls! (breath taking pics!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111086977508644366?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111086977508644366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111086977508644366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/goddess-of-ice-and-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111086481477939987</id><published>2005-03-14T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T21:33:34.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/straylight.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/straylight.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why John Nolan is so damn sexy!!!! (pic is from the website straylightrun.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111086481477939987?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111086481477939987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111086481477939987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/somebody-tell-me-why-john-nolan-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111086388474582464</id><published>2005-03-14T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T21:18:04.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;MMMMM... Straylight Run....MmmMmmmmm... Johnny Depp! Haha. Yes!!!! I got the straylight run cd and now I am totally having eargasms! AND my Johnny Depp poster is totally giving me...well...nevermind that! Haha. It is so great though! AND BIG! I love it...Pirates are sexy. Sorry Colin, forgive me. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111086388474582464?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111086388474582464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111086388474582464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/what.html' title='WHAT!?'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111076828400824732</id><published>2005-03-13T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T21:37:37.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/thenotebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/thenotebook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(original picture is from moovees.com... I added the blue boarder and words. meh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111076828400824732?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111076828400824732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111076828400824732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/original-picture-is-from-moovees.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111075803950277481</id><published>2005-03-13T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T15:53:59.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ryan... don't call me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111075803950277481?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111075803950277481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111075803950277481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/ryan.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111075033152607454</id><published>2005-03-13T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T13:47:30.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My eyes burn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ah. My hair turned out awesome. I am so excited for everyone to see it over spring break. *teehee*. I hope everyone loves it as much as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another subject: my sleeping is getting like 10 times worse. Last night I stayed up talking to Jarrett until 5:30. Ugh. I couldn't sleep knowing I could talk to him, and then I was like... I'm gonna go... and he begged me to stay. How can you say no to something so beautiful. Haha. So...yeah... the I ended up passing out and sleeping until 1 today. I should not have went to bed. I think that's what I'll do tonight... mhm. Maybe nap later so it's easier to stay awake the entire night... and then just never go to bed until the following night. So yeah..... exhaust myself to sleep at night. It's gonna be great. Haha. If I'm bitchy tomorrow, you know why. *haha* Love you all *muah!* Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111075033152607454?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111075033152607454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111075033152607454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-eyes-burn.html' title='My eyes burn...'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111069991354084849</id><published>2005-03-12T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T23:49:25.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="pouty" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/myLOVERisOrlandoBloom/1105648693_turespouty.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~UNIQUE~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You are different. You're the type of person that&lt;br /&gt;is easily spotted in a crowd. You have a&lt;br /&gt;radiant personality. You probably go through a&lt;br /&gt;lot of mood swings from happy to lonely, angry&lt;br /&gt;to sad, loving to spiteful, and so on. Be aware&lt;br /&gt;that your sudden change in personality may&lt;br /&gt;offend some people. People like to be around&lt;br /&gt;you because you are genuine and relaxed. You&lt;br /&gt;seem at peace with yourself and you give off&lt;br /&gt;that "what you see is what you get"&lt;br /&gt;vibe. That's a good thing because your general&lt;br /&gt;audience will feel relaxed and at ease knowing&lt;br /&gt;that they too can be themselves with out having&lt;br /&gt;to worry. Try not to judge others on their&lt;br /&gt;appearance. It's not nice. Over all you're a&lt;br /&gt;spirited person who enjoys having a good time!&lt;br /&gt;Good for you! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/myLOVERisOrlandoBloom/quizzes/You"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're Beautiful...but why? ( PICS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111069991354084849?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111069991354084849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111069991354084849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-are-you.html' title='what are you?'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111067461586794611</id><published>2005-03-12T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T16:43:35.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;So... today Jennifer and her boyfreind Will came over and had lunch with us and then were playing basketball and we were all having a pretty good time. Well, when they left, Me, my mom, dad, kendrick, clay and keegan decided to play a game of horse. All went well. Then after the game was over, just me, kendrick, clay and keegan played again.... well all was going well until I started beating Kendrick. He got so pissed off... and when I told him to calm down, he called me a bitch! Thats not even the worst part... I got up in his face and was like... DO YOU REALLY WANT TO CALL ME THAT?! and he pushed me... so I pushed him back... and he threw me on the ground! My hand and leg is bleeding... Ugh! I just went in the house because if I would have fought back his skull would be in the concrete... I seriously have anger issues... I can't believe that little bitch. I swear... if I get ahold of him today I will probably kill him. BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111067461586794611?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111067461586794611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111067461586794611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/rude.html' title='rude.'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111061409080715185</id><published>2005-03-11T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T23:54:50.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/dont.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/dont.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dont, dont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111061409080715185?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111061409080715185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111061409080715185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-you-dont-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111059012814254895</id><published>2005-03-11T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T22:46:14.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definately an emo day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"...I know you well enough to know you never loved me.." -TBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"...What they call love is a risk, 'cause you always get hit out of nowhere by some wave and end up on your own..." -BN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;"I'll be just fine pretending I'm not.. I'm far from lonely and it's all that I've got" -The Used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;"You're as welcome as cancer, but my doors always unlocked..." -MatchbookRomance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;"I'm not okay... you wear me out.. " -MyChemicalRomance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;"I should have known that you were a killer, but now I'm dead.." -SensesFail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Since I replaced the 'I' in live with an 'O', I can't remember who you are..." -Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"And to think I might not see those eyes, makes it so hard not to try... and as we say our long goodbye... I nearly do..." -SnowPatrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;"And I'm throwing away the letters that I was writing you, cause they would never do... I would never do..." -Dashboard Confessional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Have you ever cried so hard that you think that you just died?..." -Atreyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;"Hopeless love, why did you carve your home in me?" -DaphneLovesDerby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I'll wait for you... but I can't wait forever..." -HawthorneHeights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"I wish no one in my place." -Brandnew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;"I can laugh all I want inside, I still am empty.." -TheUsed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"You've got to walk away now... it's over..." -TheStreets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Wearing your black eye like a badge of honor, soaking in simpathy, for friends who never loved you NEARLY HALF AS MUCH AS ME!!!"- TBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;"In the spring, you will bloom like her heart through the blouse in the back of the ambulance, as it turned and turned down the street, just one more turn... won't you come back to me? and as it turn it's red lights on... you were turning into red roses" -Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;"Do you like to hurt? I DO! I DO! So hurt me!!..." -BrightEyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;"I see your face with every breath I take, and every bone I break... it's all for you" -Yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"I know there's no such thing as safety, but I know what a promise can do" -Thrice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Look what I've built, it shines so beautifully. Now watch as it destroys me..." -AFI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Skip the pretense and cut straight to dying. Don't pick me to keep your eyes from crying. You said so much without even parting your lips..." -FromAutumnToAshes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"The hint of new tears are sharp. I try to hold them back, it's useless. I am useless against them.. they're beating me with ease. " -DashboardConfessional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111059012814254895?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111059012814254895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111059012814254895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/definately-emo-day.html' title='Definately an emo day.'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111044505156572859</id><published>2005-03-10T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T00:57:31.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/kissme.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/kissme.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored ... again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111044505156572859?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111044505156572859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111044505156572859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-got-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111043456576201548</id><published>2005-03-09T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T22:02:45.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ryan and I are no longer talking for good. We havent talk in a week and a half, as those of you who read my journal know. And... you may also have seen the shitty comments that he leaves and then totally denies. Well, when I blocked all comments from coming in... all of a sudden he unblocks me from IMing him and starts talking to me. If that doesn't give it away, I don't know what does. He basically told me he doesnt get what happened.. and I guess I don't entirely get it either. I just know that he was done and so am I... so why change that. I told him I wasn't over it, and then he said "me neither" until I told him that I meant I was that I wasn't over the hurtful things that he said to me. *sigh*. It's just... you don't call someone fat, and too tall, and ugly, and "a dime a dozen" and say it was to spite another person. You just... don't. I can't forgive someone who would do that. I told him he only wants to talk to me because I don't want to talk to him. It's all about control over me, and that's all it has ever been. It isn't about how he feels about me, it's about how I DON'T feel about him. And I don't want to feel anything for him. I won't miss him, because what is the point? That is what he wants. I am numb to him. It's going to be like he never existed... because that is easier. It will be easy for him too, girls like me are all over according to him... so he can get out there and swoop one right up. I know I might not be the most responsible person, or the smartest, but I know I have a great heart. When someone respects me, I devote myself to them. Ryan will never find someone to put up with as much as I did... and no one will ever love him the way I did either. I have a great heart... and he will never get another peice of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;On a happier note.. a lot of stuff is going on right now that I am really excited about. My dad started up his business again and it's already going pretty well. I've also been talking to Jarrett a lot too... and so many good things are happening to him right now that is really exciting. He is such a sweetie. He told me I was beautiful :) and badass... *teehee* SWEET! Ummm... I also... even though its been done for a couple of days... am REALLY proud of my Brand New purse I made. Haha. It's so cool! AND SPRING BREAK IS ALMOST HERE! OMG! YES! I'm happy. mmmmmmmm.... Melissa, I miss our lime-aide that tastes like bad breathe. lol. Haha. Love you doll. Byebye for now everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111043456576201548?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111043456576201548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111043456576201548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-over-now.html' title='It&apos;s over now...'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111039913940345440</id><published>2005-03-09T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T12:50:16.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Okay. Seeing as all my friends just talk to me in person, the phone or through an IM about what I write in here... I will be taking the comments off once again for good. There really isn't any point to them, it's just a way Ryan, or "not Ryan" (maybe he has a new name he goes by, I don't know) ... it's just a way for him to somehow have contact with me, and... I don't want it. So... everyone say bye~bye to the comments. Haha. Later guyz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ps. I think I'm in love &lt;3  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111039913940345440?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111039913940345440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111039913940345440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/byebye.html' title='byebye.'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111029884869514545</id><published>2005-03-08T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T15:11:45.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate you, Ryan. Stop writing in my journal you fucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111029884869514545?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111029884869514545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111029884869514545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-hate-ryan.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111028179348931741</id><published>2005-03-08T03:18:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T03:40:01.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart my Jarr :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is a little part of a convo I was having with Jarrett that I just thought was funny and wanted to share it with all you lovelies... lol. Just so its clear.. he was getting ready to leave, and I was teasing him about the night before when I was talking to Cope (a friend of his)... when Jarr was too drunk to talk himself. lol. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Jarrett: yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: cope said youre the craziest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: and i believe it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Jarrett: i do too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Jarrett: but im the sweetest too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: i told him you were hot and he should hug you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: but, he said you might grab him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: and he got scared&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Jarrett: hes a loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: so i told him id give him a dollar..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: so he said "satin" loud&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Jarrett: that punk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: and then i said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: when you pass out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: to take a dollar out of your wallet....LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: so... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: if youre missing a dollar, im sorry, i guess ill owe you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Jarrett: lol you suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: i heart you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: =)~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Jarrett: goodnight you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: goodnight lover&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111028179348931741?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111028179348931741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111028179348931741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-heart-my-jarr.html' title='I heart my Jarr :)'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111024464632735200</id><published>2005-03-07T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:17:26.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Someone is visiting this summer... Hint: he lives in Norway. *teehee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111024464632735200?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111024464632735200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111024464632735200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/hehe.html' title='hehe'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111022604569841450</id><published>2005-03-07T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T12:08:54.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>b-i-t-c-h.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;if i dont talk to you... why dont you just keep it that way and not have any contact with me at all? And if youre gonna leave me rude comments, at least leave your name and stop being such a bitch about everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111022604569841450?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111022604569841450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111022604569841450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/b-i-t-c-h.html' title='b-i-t-c-h.'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111017639741859416</id><published>2005-03-06T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:19:57.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dude.. I just saw THE BEST THING EVER! Okay... so I'm going to get my meds and on the way back my sister wants to go up the hill to see her appt. So we go and then we come back down and notice a huge amount of foam. It turns out that someone put bubble bath in the fountain and it grew about 10 feet of foam! LOL! I love it! OMG!!! SO FUNNY!!! That's the best idea ever, I didn't think it would work though! Man!!! I wish I could meet whoever did that.... uhhh... anyone up for another fountain spring break?! lol. We gotta find that powder bubble bath so we can drop it in and run... then come back an hr later for pictures. lol! Yes!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111017639741859416?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111017639741859416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111017639741859416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/dude.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-111014290682017079</id><published>2005-03-06T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T13:01:46.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause it's all in my head...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Okay~ weekend was pretty good. Hung out with my bestest girlie friends. That was fun. I went to the mall around 1 yesterday... hung out with Brit, Charli and Melis. Then after that, went to Melissa's for dinner, hung out, watched The Notebook! SO BEAUTIFUL AND SO SAD! I was crying! It made me want to fall in love so bad. I wish I had someone to be so damn passionate about. Someone to fight with, just so I can make up. *sigh*. It was good, if you haven't seen it, SEE IT! Ummm... then we went over to Charli's around midnight, and me... melis, brit, charli and lizeth hung out. good times. Then I went BACK to Melissa's at 2... slept til 12, watched her pack, got dressed, and now I am back to my depressing life. Joy. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I haven't started taking my medicine yet. I gotta start tonight. *sigh* I'm scared... but it's come to the point that I don't know what else to do. I've been sad for like 3 years. I can't take it anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Today is sunny and beautiful! I am going to be happy today!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-111014290682017079?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111014290682017079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/111014290682017079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/cause-its-all-in-my-head.html' title='Cause it&apos;s all in my head...'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110997783693213488</id><published>2005-03-04T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T15:10:36.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Meh. Went to the Dr. today. It went okay I guess. I just felt REALLY stupid. Like... I had to fill out all these forms and take tests to see how depressed I was and shit. Ugh. And then my Dr. gives me Prozac....eek. That's what I need. Pills. Horrible. And on top of that... I have to stop drinking all caffinated drinks, and eating chocolate. :( Andddddd I also... have to start getting up at 8 o'clock every day no matter what time I get to sleep.. to change my sleeping patterns because my brain is so off set. This totally sucks. But.... on the bright side... it might make me better? we'll see. No party spring break though... I can't drink at all on these meds. *sigh* Maybe I will take up AJ on his plans. I dunno. *shrugs*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110997783693213488?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110997783693213488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110997783693213488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-need-love.html' title='I need love.'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110988751617787608</id><published>2005-03-03T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:19:04.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's March... weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;It's 2 o'clock... my day has barely even begun and I feel exhausted. It's like no matter how much sleep I get the night before... I'm still tired. It's so weird. I can't stand it. I was suppose to have a dr. appt. on Monday, but it turns out my dr. is sick. WTF? and it got moved until Friday. I'm nervous, but I think it will be good for me to get some help. I'm glad I have an appt too, because I have a major cold or allergies. I don't know... but yesterday I had a sinus headache of a life time. Ugh. I took some Tylenol PM though... man, that kicked my ass. Psh. lol. I passed out! It was weird. Ummm.... I've been talkin to Adam again lately. I miss that bugger whenever we don't talk... so it is nice to hear from my precious Addy. He IMed me though late last night and I had already passed out :( sadness. Hopefully I will get ahold of him soon today. love love. Oh! he just signed on. Weird again! I guess I will go and talk to him then, and write again later tonight. Fun. I'm glad OC is on tonight. Haha. Anyways... peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110988751617787608?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110988751617787608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110988751617787608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-march-weird.html' title='It&apos;s March... weird.'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110957202411683528</id><published>2005-02-27T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:27:04.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love-hate-tragedy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't believe you're so empty. And then you threaten me. Fuck you. I'm already dead, there is nothing more you can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110957202411683528?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110957202411683528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110957202411683528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-hate-tragedy.html' title='love-hate-tragedy.'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110950016801182453</id><published>2005-02-27T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T21:04:36.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And ironing out the rough spots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Is the hardest part when memories remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And it’s times like these when we all need to hear the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;`cause from the lips of some old singer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;We can share the troubles we already know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Turn them on, turn them on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Turn on those sad songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When all hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why don’t you tune in and turn them on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;They reach into your room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just feel their gentle touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When all hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sad songs say so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;If someone else is suffering enough to write it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When every single word makes sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Then it’s easier to have those songs around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And it feels so good to hurt so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And suffer just enough to sing the blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sad songs, they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sad songs, they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sad songs, they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sad songs, they say so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110950016801182453?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110950016801182453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110950016801182453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/sad-songs.html' title='sad songs'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110946271658120814</id><published>2005-02-26T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T16:08:44.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/johnny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/johnny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pirates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110946271658120814?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110946271658120814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110946271658120814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-3-pirates.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110941918858431185</id><published>2005-02-26T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T03:59:48.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish it was raining...</title><content type='html'>Today wasn't too bad. I hope things get better though. Tomorrow = hopefully productive... I have a ton of things to do... but right now... I must sleep. It's 4 AM and I ... am crazy. lol. goodnight lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish it was raining, cause I hate every beautiful day..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110941918858431185?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110941918858431185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110941918858431185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-wish-it-was-raining.html' title='I wish it was raining...'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110938817690127163</id><published>2005-02-25T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T19:22:56.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I gave Mario, my cat, a bath... and he is not happy with me. lol. :( poor kitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110938817690127163?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110938817690127163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110938817690127163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/meow.html' title='meow'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110931134782818218</id><published>2005-02-24T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T19:19:03.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a mad world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I seriously feel like I am going to die. I am going to the doctor Monday to get anti-depressants. Today is the worst day of my life. I pray for lightning to strike my room as I slowly burn into oblivion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110931134782818218?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110931134782818218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110931134782818218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-in-mad-world.html' title='I&apos;m in a mad world'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110911236655205811</id><published>2005-02-22T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T19:19:58.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Years Love - David Gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This years love had better last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Heaven knows it's high time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I've been waiting on my own too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But when you hold me like you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It feels so rightI start to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;How my heart gets torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When that hurt gets thrown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Feeling like you can't go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Turning circles when time again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It cuts like a knife oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If you love me got to know for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cos it takes something more this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Than sweet sweet lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Before I open up my arms and fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Losing all control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Every dream inside my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And when you kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;On that midnight street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sweep me off my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Singing ain't this life so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This years love had better last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This years love had better last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So who's to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If our hearts get torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When that hurt gets thrown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Don't you know this life goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And won't you kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;On that midnight street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sweep me off my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Singing ain't this life so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This years love had better last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This years love had better last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This years love had better last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This years love had better last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110911236655205811?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110911236655205811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110911236655205811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-years-love-david-gray.html' title='This Years Love - David Gray'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110906746879678154</id><published>2005-02-22T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T21:50:04.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>papa roach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;OoOOooOkay. That was an AWESOME concert. I had a great time. Papa Roach rocked. I loved "Broken Home" the best... I can feel that song so much. "Scars" was also insane. Me and my sister held hands and totally had a moment singing about our shitty father. Ha. I loved that I got to go with my sibs and AJ. It was a great time, and I hope I can do it again soon. It was an amazing night to say the least. &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ps. My legs hurt so bad. lol. "I want to see you bounce wit' me" -Lead singer of Skindread. Too much bouncing for me. =)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I know my mother loves me, but does my father even care? If I'm sad or angry, you were never ever there... when I needed you. I hope you regret what you did. I think I know the truth... YOUR FATHER DID THE SAME TO YOU! (did the same to you)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110906746879678154?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110906746879678154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110906746879678154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/papa-roach.html' title='papa roach'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110893931159318137</id><published>2005-02-20T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T12:26:07.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://brandnew.falling-star.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110893931159318137?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110893931159318137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110893931159318137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/httpbrandnew.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110890051996820287</id><published>2005-02-20T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T03:55:19.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;It is 3 AM and I am sitting here, like a chunky butt monkey... eating a delicious donut! it's chocolate and very bad for my health... just like the pepsi i have been drinking all day. I swear, if you tipped me over, i would spill pepsi for you. I'm like a big ol glass of it. lol. I so did drugs tonight when I wasn't looking because I am saying THE weirdest shit ever. I watched Cellular tonight... ugh, not that great, but I wanted to finish it... which brings me to my next point... RYAN WHAT THE FLUCK!? yes, fluck! lol. Whats up? I came back after I told you I would and you left.... so whats up!? email, call, IM me... something. I KNOW! Leave a message .... AFTER THE BEEP! Wow. Poor me. Ummm.MmmMMmMM.... OH! SUMMER PROJECT 101!!! I am going to buy a volkswagen bug and me and AJ are gonna paint the outside SUPER COOL! I am so excited... One side is gonna be of us as rock stars with cool guitars and musical notes. Yes! He will have to draw it though, because he is better at drawing then me.. and I will just help paint it in! and then the other side is gonna be us with wings, maybe... thats not for sure yet. I just know I want to be a fallen angel or something like that. AND THEN! In the inside... the walls are gonna be covered (eventually) in pictures of our adventures in the special bus. Like... the beach... anddddd ... camping... andddd hawthorne... and anything else cool that we can think of later! dont be a hater. dont hate the player hate the game... player hater. ANYWAYS. Oh! I watched 13 going on 30 today.. hahahahahaaha.... that is the best chick flick EVER! Watch it, seriously... it's pretty cute. I am still badass even after watching it, so you can be too! WHAT ELSE? I want to quit school and be a rock star... but... that's just plan B. Only 3 weeks left of the term. Yay for that. *sigh*. Then a small break and back to school for another term of ass whipping. *gravy*. I want to make clothes. and start an ebay clothes shop. lol. that would be fun! look at hers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/supayana/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Supayana Creations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;That's not fair! lol. Okay! I am leaving now... I guess.... I will go back to my laundry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110890051996820287?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110890051996820287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110890051996820287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-did-drugs.html' title='I did drugs'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110871917191436507</id><published>2005-02-18T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T01:39:21.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime you breathe a wish comes true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some would say I was a rebel for what I am doing right now... lol. Yes, typing fast with wet nails! lol. They were green just a bit ago, but I decided to take it off and just go with the natural look of clear! so theyre all clean and shiny.... my toes too! Yay. Isn't that fun. Haha. I'm just thinkin I want them to be all healthy, so ...this is a way to get them there without being yellow from the dye in nail polish. UmmMm... I should probably stop biting them too. Yeah, I think I'll do that. *sigh*. Uhh... I have an application at Pretzelmaker in the mall... I wish they would call me!!! *prays*. If I got a job I would be oh so happy happy happy!!! Then I could save up for a car AND have a cell phone AND buy a few pretty dresses for my summer of comfort. Those are the goals at the moment. lol. That plus running... dude, I think those are always the goals. So sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mario is sleeping on my floor. lol. He is so cute... except when earlier he jump up on me and dug his nails into my leg through my jeans. lol. It was so scary and random. I think I peed a little. Time to change the pants... soon my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fucckkk... my jeans are digging into me and I cant do anything about it because my nails are wet. ahhhhh.... Maybe this hanger will help...Oh! it did! lol. Nothing like shoving a hanger down your pants to unfold the top. HmmMmm.. I'm so psycho and I bet that made no since to anyone. lol. That's why I wear belts, so my jeans dont fold over and fall down and get all weird on me. WTF. I should have worn a belt tonight. Or this morning... whatever... It's so late. I have no idea why I am up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Adam didn't write me back. WTF Adam! lol. JK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ryan doesn't love me... he is being weird. I don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AJ and Billy are so funny, they make me pee. Aussie Power!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Melissa... I haven't talked to you in a couple days, but it feels like forever. I miss you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Charli, Britt, all my girls... *sigh* I miss you all. I can't wait til summer where we can be inseperable and go shopping or to the river or whatever and just chill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And lastly.... I need a bf. I am looking for tall, dark, and handsome. Find me *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110871917191436507?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110871917191436507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110871917191436507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/everytime-you-breathe-wish-comes-true.html' title='Everytime you breathe a wish comes true...'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110870949465233082</id><published>2005-02-17T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T22:51:34.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow. "the longest story"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;far past these roads&lt;br /&gt;there is a place&lt;br /&gt;where all our precious dreams remain&lt;br /&gt;someday I know&lt;br /&gt;I'll find a way&lt;br /&gt;to keep myself from holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay awake with the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;I'm restless from the silence in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be&lt;br /&gt;somewhere I cant see the roads&lt;br /&gt;a place where every time you breathe&lt;br /&gt;a wish comes true&lt;br /&gt;I want to be&lt;br /&gt;where all that's real...&lt;br /&gt;in memories of distant days&lt;br /&gt;come to life again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside this room&lt;br /&gt;time will stand still as long as&lt;br /&gt;were not aware of change&lt;br /&gt;the world outside&lt;br /&gt;leaves me behind by myself&lt;br /&gt;there's no mercy for those who hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay awake with the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;I'm restless from the silence in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be&lt;br /&gt;somewhere I cant see the roads&lt;br /&gt;a place where every time you breathe&lt;br /&gt;a wish comes true&lt;br /&gt;I want to be&lt;br /&gt;where all that's real...&lt;br /&gt;in memories of distant days&lt;br /&gt;come to life again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far past these roads&lt;br /&gt;there is a place&lt;br /&gt;where all our precious dreams remain&lt;br /&gt;someday i know&lt;br /&gt;ill find a way&lt;br /&gt;to keep myself from holding on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be&lt;br /&gt;somewhere I cant see the roads&lt;br /&gt;a place where every time you breathe&lt;br /&gt;a wish comes true&lt;br /&gt;I want to be&lt;br /&gt;where all that's real...&lt;br /&gt;in memories of distant days&lt;br /&gt;come to life again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~dLd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110870949465233082?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110870949465233082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110870949465233082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/wow-longest-story.html' title='wow. &quot;the longest story&quot;'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110868017610111257</id><published>2005-02-17T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T14:42:56.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate that fucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My dad is such a fuck up... and he thinks he is hot shit. He doesn't even realize how much he has fucked himself over. I will have so much glory the day he is a bum... I see it happening VERY soon. Ugh. It would be better if he just died though. Pray for that too happen... something painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110868017610111257?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110868017610111257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110868017610111257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-hate-that-fucker.html' title='I hate that fucker'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110861573376596757</id><published>2005-02-16T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T20:50:24.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nysnc....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://store.nsync.com/shop/Closed/Closed.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nsync Store: Closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;all I know... is my life... is over. WTF?! All I wanted was a freakin Nsync T-Shirt. I miss Joey and Lance, damnit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110861573376596757?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110861573376596757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110861573376596757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/nysnc.html' title='nysnc....'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110855048854985594</id><published>2005-02-16T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T02:45:53.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;"I can't help you fix yourself, but at least I could say I tried... I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life..." I got pApA rOACh stuck in my head. *rarr*. oh well. I got that concert on Monday, so that's exciting... I'm freakin tired and I should be in bed, but I am sick and the second I lay down I won't be able to breathe again. *totally sucks*. I didn't do any homework either... I actually dont even know if I have any. I am so fucked from being sick. I haven't been in class in 2 days, I miss one of my midterms, and I dont see myself getting up and going tomorrow either. My mom would kill me if she knew I was up right now, so I am trying to type all slow and quiet. Ha.. that's hard. UmMMmmMmm... I watched The Recruit today.. I swear Colin Ferrel is SO SEXY! lol. I bet he is good in bed... seriously... he's... insane. Watch him throw that girl on the bed in that movie, and how he pins her arms up with power. Just watch, seriously, then you will know what I mean and not just think I am a deprived sex freak. You'll see... I know you will, even if you don't admit it. Haha. Oh! If you didn't notice... my comments are back, and as long as people are nice about things, and comment NICELY only, that will last. If not I'll just take it off again... should be interesting to see how long it takes before that gets fucked again. Tomorrow... I am setting up my cam for sure, so... if I don't look like death I really will actually post pictures... that's exciting, right? I think so. Lets see, lets see....anything else? hmmm... My parents = fighting so much I am going insane. I wish I could say everything that is happening, but it's so embarassing and sad that I don't even believe it myself. I know it is like the worst thing ever to supress my feelings and that I am only pushing myself further into depression, but I have no idea how to express what I am feeling or thinking... Because of all this shit the simple things (going to school, eating, being a fucking teenager) are hard. I wake up wanting to pull my eyes out and cut off my legs so I don't have to do anything *sigh*. I made a new goal for myself to get myself out of the house and to breath some real air. I dont know if I believe I will even do it anymore, but I want to be able to run a mile in 6 mins. I am so out of shape I know it will take me a while to do it, months probably, but... it has to be worth it. Making my goal while getting a sexy tone body and clearing my mind everyday. Getting pissed and only running harder and faster. I wish I would do it. I wish I could do so much more that I am doing... and so much more than I probably ever will. I am so lost. This wasn't suppose to turn into venting, bitching, or making people feel sorry for me. So... before I continue to do that, I will go to bed. Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110855048854985594?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110855048854985594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110855048854985594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-is-hard.html' title='Life is hard.'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110833375155613651</id><published>2005-02-13T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T14:29:11.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/happyvalentines.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/happyvalentines.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy vday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110833375155613651?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110833375155613651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110833375155613651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-vday.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110833312180744795</id><published>2005-02-13T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T14:18:41.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;For those of you who read... you probably noticed I haven't updated in quite some time. It's been a very stressful time for me.. and updating was definately not a first priority. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;The main thing happened Friday. My grandma... lost it. She was completely hallucinating and everything. So we took her to the emergency room where I sat off and on for 8 hrs. They thought she had fluid in her lungs, and it could be pneumonia and then they decided that wasn't it... so they brought in a EKG (which is used to measure your heart rate or something... they use it when you have heart disease)... and they decided she was not in an emergency situation "right now" and sent her home. I guess she is doing better... but it's definately stressful. She is REALLY unhealthy. She is overweight, has diabetes, heart disease and she takes about 18 pills twice a day. Ugh. Poor Grammy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Other things: school is hard. I have a midterm and a test tomorrow in my classes. And I have 2 projects to do tonight. lol... I should have done them sooner... buuutt..... no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ryan and me are talking again *sigh*. I know that will piss a lot of you off. but... eh.. oh well. Bring it to me, I'm ready. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;I was suppose to have guitar lessons this week and they didnt work out... so this Friday, we'll see what happens. I was also suppose to go see Melissa from sat-sun, but with everything going on that didn't work out either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've written a few really good songs lately. I hope to make them into something great soon. I'm really excited about these last few *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110833312180744795?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110833312180744795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110833312180744795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/for-those-of-you-who-read.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110784965422669262</id><published>2005-02-08T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T00:00:54.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/adam.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/adam.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110784965422669262?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110784965422669262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110784965422669262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/adam.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110775982672812815</id><published>2005-02-06T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T23:03:46.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Jude...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OoOooOkay. Hmph. Today... alright. I think it went way too fast. I am sleepy, but... no, too fast. I want like.... 6 more hrs. Ha. I say that... and then in 6 hrs when I am laying in bed staring at the clock I'm going to be fucking pissed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Been talking to Adam for the last 2 days. Fun times. I missed him. I am hoping he comes back here later tonight to talk to me some more. yay for that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am trying to cut the toxic people out of my life. I feel like I need to get rid of the people I let constantly hurt me. and the people that ONLY talk to me to hurt me. That... sucks. lol. It's hard for me too, because that is what I know. Abuse. Which... took me a while to realize. But now that I do... I'm taking care of it the best that I can. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Half time show ROCKED! I love Paul McCartney. Seriously. He rocks... I love the Beatles and... I was soooo psyched that he performed "Hey Jude" because that's my favorite Beatles song. YyyYyay for that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey Jude... don't make it bad... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a sad song and make it better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember to let her into your heart.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then you can start to make it better...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I found a hot pink couch... and if the girls and I get an appt I'm gonna see if they don't mind me buying that for the living room because it is SUPER hot. I love it. eeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am gonna go stare at things now. Farewell my lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110775982672812815?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110775982672812815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110775982672812815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/hey-jude.html' title='Hey Jude...'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110759222856611864</id><published>2005-02-05T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T00:30:28.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes I feel I could drop right off the face of the earth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, today I slept a lot. I am really upset about a lot of things. Charli, for one. I just want her to be safe, and better, and I hope that going to this hospital will bring her the good help she needs. I am upset with my dad, because it seems like he will never be able to get things right... and I am upset with my mom because she seems like she will always be sad, and that's okay, but me being sad is some kind of sin. I can't stand it. I am also upset that Ryan is such an asshole. I thought all day about whether or not I should try to talk to him. But... he took care of that tonight with his shit. First writing shitty comments in my journal (which is why I have made them all hidden) and then IMing me and saying the most rediculous shit ever to me. I don't even care anymore. I don't care if I ever talk to him again. I'd rather he'd never heard my voice. It's too good for him, and I don't need him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Good things that happened! AJ is one of the most awesome people on earth. He makes me feel great about myself and he is wonderfully supportive about everything I do. I need to spend more time with him, but I spend so much time just being sad and alone. I need to change that about myself, but it's going to take time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Melis and Brit are going to move to Portland for sure if they get into PSU, which they will. They are both incredibly smart and I believe in them. So.... when that happens, next fall... we're all getting an appt together. I am VERY excited. I already have planned out how my room is going to look. lol. I am such a nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELISSA! I am sure you are partying up right now, so I will call ya in the morning. I love you. CHECK YOUR MAIL! lol. Not e-mail... mail mail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ummm....Oh yeah! Zeb and me are starting guitar lessons for sure next Friday. I told him even if I try to cancel to just come and get me. Because.. I am a slacker. He said I need to get on it, because I am putting off the "greatness". lol. Zebster is a funny one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;COREY! I don't know where he has been... I miss that lover. I will find him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alright, I believe I'm done. &lt;strong&gt;FOR NOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110759222856611864?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110759222856611864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110759222856611864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/sometimes-i-feel-i-could-drop-right.html' title='sometimes I feel I could drop right off the face of the earth...'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110759230072292628</id><published>2005-02-05T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T00:31:40.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/boys%20are%20stupid.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/boys%20are%20stupid.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110759230072292628?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110757500792608834</id><published>2005-02-04T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T23:08:35.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...*sigh*...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;There he goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and he's right on track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;he said for now I can't be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but I'm coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And he knows ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;in the same old sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;that I'll be up within the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Makin sure he's fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And I, I don't wanna be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you know I come from a broken home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I, I just can't do without it, yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Here I go, here me call out after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;bouncing off of the satelites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;a few broken words to get me through this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm letting out what I'm always holding in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;gone away... but im coming back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Only you can get me through this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things will change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I'll take the blame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but what I am to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will remain the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fair exchange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when there's nothing clear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to take so many things...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that I can't be near&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and I, I don't wanna be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you know I come from a broken home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I... I just can't do without...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110757500792608834?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110757500792608834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110757500792608834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/sigh.html' title='...*sigh*...'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110749350234998645</id><published>2005-02-03T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T00:07:01.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_nq.php?im"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="I am nerdier than 9% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!" src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=5528" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I thought I was a nerd... but I guess not... *sad*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110749350234998645?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110749350234998645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110749350234998645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-thought-i-was-nerd.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110733555750958909</id><published>2005-02-02T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T01:12:37.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Little Defect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I can't sleep. It's awful. I have class in 7ish hrs. *sigh*. My dad was crying today about how much he's screwed up with everyone. I honestly can say now that I know he feels bad for the things he has done. I feel bad for hating him so much, it's like I forgot he was a person. I treat him horribly, and I know he's done a lot of bad things, but I'm not sure the way I have reacted has been right. He told me tonight, randomly, "I'm sorry, Rebecca" and in a panic not knowing really what to do, I said "for what?" and he just started crying again but harder, and then left the room. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to hug him, but it didn't seem right, or natural. More like a forced feeling that would make him feel better, or maybe make me feel better. I don't know. I don't know what held me back, but I didn't hug him. When he came back in the room I just tried to talk to him about what was on tv. Music- a usual topic with me and my dad. I have so many ideas and thoughts about it, and I like to share with him because he always puts in what he thinks about it. I know I will always get an honest answer back, not just someone agreeing with me to shut me up. That is one thing about my dad, he has always made me feel smart... and always been willing to converse with me about different topics and issues. *sigh* I don't know what I'm really saying. I just feel like ....shit. Tonight we were watching American Idol. Me and my family have watched that show obsessively for the last 2 seasons. And anyways... we were watching and this kid came on talking about how his dad was a peice of shit, basically. And my dad turned to me and said "There ya go, that's what you can say about me when your famous". It broke my heart that he is so down. I don't know if anyone deserves to feel so bad. I know what it feels like to die inside, and to give up on yourself, and I don't wish those feelings on anyone. And I honestly hope he feels better. And if I ever do get famous, I will thank him... he's always believed in me, and has always thought I was a good, and smart person. And I do appreciate him for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110733555750958909?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110733555750958909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110733555750958909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/daddys-little-defect.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Little Defect.'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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MemeGen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110724683523389921?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110724683523389921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110724683523389921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/02/your-sex-icon-by-xo-wildxfire_01.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110723428470467066</id><published>2005-01-31T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T21:04:44.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/cosmo2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/cosmo2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, another reconstruction from yours truely...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110723428470467066?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110723428470467066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110723428470467066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/yes-another-reconstruction-from-yours.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110722122879558867</id><published>2005-01-31T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T23:09:49.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FATA - Autumn's Monologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh why cant I be what you need &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a new improved version of me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i'm nothing so good &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no i'm nothing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of violence of love and of sorrow &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i beg for just one more tomorrow &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where you hold me down fold me in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deep deep deep in the heart of your sins &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I break in two over you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I break in two &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And each piece of me dies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And only you can give the breath of life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you dont see me, you dont... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here i'm in between darkness and light &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bleached and blinded by these nights &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where im tossing and tortured til dawn &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by you, visions of you then youre gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the shock lifts the red from my face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when i hear someone's taking my place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how could love be so thoughtless, so cruel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when all, all that i did was for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i break in two over you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i break in two and each piece of me dies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and only you can give the breath of life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but you dont see me you dont.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i break in two over you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i break in two and each piece of me dies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and only you can give the breath of life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but you dont see me you don't... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i break in two over you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i break in two over you, over you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i break in two i would break in two for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you now you see me now you don't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now you need me now you don't &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110722122879558867?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110722122879558867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110722122879558867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/fata-autumns-monologue.html' title='FATA - Autumn&apos;s Monologue'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110700011535783092</id><published>2005-01-29T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T04:01:55.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Today has been interesting to say the least. I did things I promised myself I wouldn't do, and I don't know if it makes me weak, or just forgiving. I think people think I am an easy target, and I think people honestly like to hurt me. *sigh* Maybe that's why I'm here. Just to be hurt. For people to play games with. I don't know what I feel anymore. I know I am hurt, but I am almost numb to all situations. I'm just so... so confused, I guess. Not even about one particular situation. Just about everything. Who am I? Where am I going? Who will I become? Will I ever truely be happy? I guess I choose my own fait. And I need to figure out what I want in life. Not what other people want for or from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;It's tough- especially when you have no idea who you are inside, besides lost and empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The Truth.... is you could slit my throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And with my one last gasping breath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'd appologize for bleeding on your shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And all I need to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is that I'm something you'll be missing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe I should hate you for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never really did ever quite get that far...." -TBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110700011535783092?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110700011535783092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110700011535783092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/drama-101.html' title='Drama 101'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110694344955066711</id><published>2005-01-28T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T12:17:29.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know who you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Goodbye to you, goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you're taking up my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodbye to you, goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm about to see a million things&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd never see before and I&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to do all of the things&lt;br /&gt;I've dreamed of and&lt;br /&gt;I don't even miss you at all&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh well. I'll leave YOU with that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110694344955066711?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110694344955066711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110694344955066711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-know-who-you-are.html' title='You know who you are.'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110690323793786167</id><published>2005-01-28T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T11:43:06.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/hotties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/hotties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My newest creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110690323793786167?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110690323793786167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110690323793786167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-newest-creation.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110690307585126733</id><published>2005-01-28T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T11:44:06.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wow. Today. Boring. I am so sleepy now. But… cool things did happen today. Like…. Exercising and… Corey trying to talk me into buying a skank ass $72 dress. Okay... If I'm gonna look like a skank.... I'll go naked for free.... and then Jennifer buying me Papa Roach tickets. Yay. Not a favorite band album wise, but definitely a favorite to see live. They are awesome in concert. So dead on and soooooo energizing. You leave the place feeling alive. It’s amazing. And I love that feeling. Ummmm… some shitty things happened today too… like… cutting my finger on a can. I so got Melissa syndrome. Haha. Poor Melissa. And I also, totally can't write. And it's all because the stress of school. It has to be. I can't write since the new term started. Fuck school.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"But she’s touching his chest now&lt;br /&gt;He takes off her dress now,&lt;br /&gt;Let me go…&lt;br /&gt;And I just can’t look, it’s killing me…&lt;br /&gt;And taking control…." –The Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They rock. I love music, and without it… I would literally DIE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110690307585126733?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110690307585126733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110690307585126733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/cause-im-mr-brightside.html' title='&apos;Cause I&apos;m Mr. Brightside...'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110680479469598983</id><published>2005-01-26T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:46:34.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/flowergirl.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/flowergirl.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuNLighT sHiNing ThRouGh mY wInDOw LetS mE kNow ThAt I'M StILL AliVE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110680479469598983?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110680479469598983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110680479469598983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/sunlight-shining-through-my-window.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110680430701297056</id><published>2005-01-26T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:38:27.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay. So.... things are a bit better. I sat down and talked to my mom and I think things are going to be okay. She appologized for the things she said, and vice versa. Too much was going up in those moments and words were being thrown around just to spite eachother. It was sad stuff though... especially since I believe that every lie carries a truth. My mom is upset that I want to get out of here, and shes pretty open about it, and I hate that. It's... a ton of pressure. I don't know. Yesterday she said something like "I can't believe you're going to leave me..." or something. I don't even know. *sigh*. People are weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Colin wrote me the sweetest e-mail ever tonight. I am so happy for him. Alex seems like the sweetest girl ever, I swear. Awwwww....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Boys are funny. Jealous boys are funnier, but I can't keep their attention long enough to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kendrick beat my ass tonight, twice. Man... that sucks. Try to beat up your bro and he beats you up... when he is 13. Man.. that sucks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Charli said thanks for her bday present. It kind of makes me sad that she didn't know it was from me too to begin with. Oh well. I love you to death Charli, and I hope to give you a big ol' hug very soon. *muah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I can't wait til Loveline. That show makes me feel normal. Until then... I'll be in the shower. Holla'!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;$$$BliNg$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110680430701297056?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110680430701297056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110680430701297056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110664367393727772</id><published>2005-01-25T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:57:34.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I try so fucking hard, but I can't fit your mold" -SF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meh. Interesting day to say the least. Got in a huge fight with my mom. She basically told me that all I ever do is tell her how she needs to run her life and how stupid she is, etc etc. Okay. I have never done that. I wouldn't. All I ever do is tell her how much I will be there for her, forever. I respect her so much, or at least I did until she said all that. Then I told her she could basically F*Off and didn't talk to her the rest of the night, even when she talked to me. I think she thought it was funny. She got the boys to make little noises at me when I walked into the room. It was so immature and retarded. Ugh. It's like... she tells me how I shouldn't get married and I should just focus on a career and forget men, and we should live together and all this crap. She wants me to take care of her, and make her happy. Not me. She doesn't want me to get married because then where will she fit in the picture? Her marriage didn't work out, so why should I have a stable and happy relationship? ...She is so selfish. But to her, I am the selfish one. She has given me everything. If everything means materials, yeah... in the past she has. But she has broken me down. She constantly fights with my dad,, and I know he is the biggest loser on earth, but don't fight in front of your kids. Don't break us down and only think terrible things. If she cared so much about us, she would leave him and take care of us. It's not even me. I can take care of myself. I mean, I really could if I wanted to. I just wanted to focus on school as much as possible. But if I had to quit, and get a job. I could. But she should seriously be thinking about her younger kids. Matthew is thinking about quitting school now too. I know how he feels. It is the most depressing thing when you have to have the stress of home, which is HUGE, on top of stressing about school, and college and your future. It's so hard. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And school is getting harder being here. It's like... I want to finish... but, I could always get a job and get the hell out of here for good. Either way my self esteem is pretty shot. I don't know. Totally sucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I talk to people about my feelings and I don't think it makes things any better. They only get mad at me for craving an escape. I know that I shouldn't do things that are a temporary escape... but god, I want to get away so bad. I can only think of one permanent solution, and that doesn't look so bright and cheerful either. =*(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like I have been killed. Like I am a walking dead creep. I have nothing. And today, when my mom said all this shit to me I realized how alone I really am. Here... I have no one. I am me, and I have no one else. *I walk alone*. I can't even explain how awful that feels. The Lonely Loser. That's me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a huge Psych test tomorrow. It's on chapter 2&amp;amp;3. Should be interesting since I have only read chapter 2 so far. The plan is to hopefully go to sleep and wake up a little early to study. It's possible... I don't have class til 1. So...we'll see. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I can do anything in the world, but more then ever, I fear failure. I am starting to doubt myself. I am at my all time low, and I don't know what to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110664367393727772?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110664367393727772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110664367393727772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-try-so-fucking-hard-but-i-cant-fit.html' title='&quot;I try so fucking hard, but I can&apos;t fit your mold&quot; -SF'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110661913718481104</id><published>2005-01-24T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T21:53:19.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic Tragedy- The Used</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cup is not half empty as pessimists say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As far as he's sees, nothing's left in the cup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A singer, a writer, he's not dreaming now of going nowhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gave heed to nothing, and all that he was....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is just a tragedy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So he voyages in circles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Succeeds getting nowhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And submits to the substance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That first got him there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then in violent, frustration, he cries out to God or just no one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there a point to this madness and all that he was....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is just a tragedy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He feels alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His heart in his hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He feels aloneI feel.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then on that last day he breaks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he stood tall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he yelled... and he takes his life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-I think that just about sums up how I feel right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110661913718481104?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110661913718481104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110661913718481104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/poetic-tragedy-used.html' title='Poetic Tragedy- The Used'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110654982390981503</id><published>2005-01-23T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:58:49.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last update of the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Okay. Updated way too much today. And now... I'm sleepy. lol. Not from updating though, I promise. It's the meds. Ummm... today was pretty boring all together. I cleaned my room.... played online... did laundry and did SOME of my hw... avoiding the rest. I'm super cool like that. Ugh! Tomorrow is gonna suck. That fucking David kid is gonna bug me about why I didnt come to his party for the 3 weekend in a row. And I have to give him some lame excuse, when really I should just be like "cause I cant really fucking stand you" but in a somewhat nicer way *sigh*! You'd think he would just get it, but no. He is like the female Jamie. I havent seen her in like... over a month... and she keeps calling me! Isn't that creepy as fuck? Like 4 days ago I think she called *shivers* I am so scared. lol. It would be like extra creepy if she read this and had her Nazi bf (LITERALLY!) kill me. Bye bye Becca. I feel sorry for myself. I need a job. meh meh. I hope I get called for an interview soon. They said they were putting my app on the top of the stack for a group interview. *cries* I want to go shopping! lol. yyyyeah... oOkayOokKay... I think it's time to stop this entry...yeahh... lol. Until Next time! LATERZ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110654982390981503?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110654982390981503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110654982390981503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/last-update-of-night.html' title='Last update of the night'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110654898143911834</id><published>2005-01-23T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:50:29.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M to the Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/melzet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/melzet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Melis and Zet after going through some crazy paint frenzy of mine. haha. I think theyre BEAUTIFUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110654898143911834?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110654898143911834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110654898143911834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/m-to-z.html' title='M to the Z'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110652715665254842</id><published>2005-01-23T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:47:31.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Happy Happy Happy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110652715665254842?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110652715665254842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110652715665254842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-happy-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110652459946075869</id><published>2005-01-23T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:48:46.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/ryan%20painted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/ryan%20painted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ryan as an emo. Aw, don't cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110652459946075869?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110652459946075869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110652459946075869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/ryan-as-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110647207738954777</id><published>2005-01-23T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T01:28:51.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca%20painted2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/becca%20painted2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;It's official, I have insomnia... great. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110647207738954777?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110647207738954777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110647207738954777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia?'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110646834612504528</id><published>2005-01-23T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T01:29:21.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>send me YOUR pic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;OoOooHhh! Everyone needs to send me pix of themselves so I can make them all crazy and decorated pretty (like I keep doing to every picture I can get ahold of!) and then I can post them in my journals! so please please please send me pix! ALL OF YOU! xcontagiouzlipz@aol.com SEND IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110646834612504528?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110646834612504528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110646834612504528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/send-me-your-pic.html' title='send me YOUR pic!'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110646827163724000</id><published>2005-01-23T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T01:29:55.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Melissa... she smells TERRIFIC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/the%20used.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/the%20used.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OoOoohhh.... there is a lovely hottie from the used... wow. i love his hair. its real big. hAHAha! OooOkay! My day! Pretty good. Hung out with Melissa&amp;amp;Brit. I miss those little devils. Haha. It was fun. We got Charli a birthday present. Unfortunately I cant yet say where we got it.... soon my little grasshoppers. Um. Yeah. I'm super tired. Pretty sure I creeped Ryan out by knowing him "too well" lol. oops. I tried to call him. He always bitches that I dont call him, and then when I do.. no answer. Very sad. No love for Becca....well, maybe there's a little. He is just in dreamland. Awww. Let's see, lets see... what else? I don't know! I am about to freakin pass out. I'm so bored. I thought I would be able to go to sleep really fast, and that's why I came home tonight. I should have just stayed at Melissa's. I'm not gonna sleep. This has to be unhealthy...I NEVER sleep. I like... half sleep during the day, but don't sleep at all at night. Meh! Melis told me about her ideas about next year. I really hope she chooses to come here. I want her to do what she wants though, and if she chooses to go somewhere else I will totally understand. *sigh* sooo much to think about. I should do hw while I feel like I am insane. Probably not...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110646827163724000?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110646827163724000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110646827163724000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-love-melissa-she-smells-terrific.html' title='I love Melissa... she smells TERRIFIC!'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110646283126957472</id><published>2005-01-22T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T00:24:25.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca%20painted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/becca%20painted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;emo emo emo emo emo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110646283126957472?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110646283126957472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110646283126957472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/emo-emo-emo-emo-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110643083845111693</id><published>2005-01-22T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T14:00:32.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CARTOONS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/vinnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/vinnie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I made them into cartoons! I'm SOOOO excited! Yes!!! haha. If you don't know who that is... you suck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110643083845111693?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110643083845111693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110643083845111693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/cartoons.html' title='CARTOONS!!'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110638673450315040</id><published>2005-01-22T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:47:57.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day for JP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yo! lol. &lt;em&gt;Ummmm&lt;/em&gt;.... yeah. So... skipped class today, again. Bad idea. Meh. But I felt sooooo horrible. My head is awful. My sister is giving me some strong pills that she got for her back though, before she leaves tonight. That's good. I need some meds badly. And if you know me well, you know I hate taking meds and won't usually take them for a headache, but this is uggghhhhhh... sadness. Tonight I went to my sister's to help her pack up her appt. She is movin' in with her boyfriend. They're all *serious* n' shit. Ha! On the way home we listened to N'Sync and then I saw 2 boys peeing on a wall. Aw. I love drunken boys who pee. HAHAHA.... ummmm... ignore that. Lets seee.... I'm so sleepy, but I swear I had something to say! lol. Oh yeah! &lt;strong&gt;Melissa!!!&lt;/strong&gt; What happened to you!? You never called me! It makes me sad... like.. a baby without candy. Yes... that sad... haha. I hope you call me tomorrow!! I love youuuuuuuu &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;*************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ryan! You are such a dirty boy! Please ignore all messages left by him! haha. He called me today! Bad you! At 7 o'clock in the morning! *rarr* I'm glad I was sleeping... well.... until he called me again at 1! Haha. I don't even know why he called. I think he just wanted to hear my beautiful voice. He loves me... but he is in denial. Aren't we all? Ryan is such a sweetheart even though he is stoned off his ass and passed out right now. That's okay. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110638673450315040?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110638673450315040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110638673450315040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/moving-day-for-jp.html' title='Moving Day for JP!'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110636097945497768</id><published>2005-01-21T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T18:29:39.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca3.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/becca3.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;color your own becca, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110636097945497768?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110636097945497768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110636097945497768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/color-your-own-becca-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110629480064866975</id><published>2005-01-21T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T14:03:04.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Journal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So this is going to be my new lovely journal. I hope you all love it as much as I do. I actually know how to work this one... SOMEWHAT better than the others. At least with the pictures and all that junk, thanks to AJ. ha. Ummmm... yeah. It's midnight. Loveline is over now. Very sad! I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be writing a paper... should have a long time ago... but... ehhhh... I feel like shit to be honest. I am so depressed. I dunno how to be happy today. Very no good. I am stressed, and I've had a headache for around a week... eekkk... Anyways.... better go... I'll update again tomorrow. See ya punx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110629480064866975?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110629480064866975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110629480064866975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-journal.html' title='New Journal!'/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10289250.post-110626948205705355</id><published>2005-01-20T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T17:04:42.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/320/becca2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10289250-110626948205705355?l=loveridontlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110626948205705355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10289250/posts/default/110626948205705355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveridontlove.blogspot.com/2005/01/me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>loveridontlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958567870456648599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/52/3023/640/becca2.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
