<?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-19503087</id><updated>2011-12-03T12:57:38.559-06:00</updated><category term='quotes'/><category term='evil'/><category term='phrases'/><category term='sayings'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Harry potter witch'/><category term='Frankenstein'/><category term='Edward Cullen'/><category term='JK rowling'/><category term='Playing God'/><title type='text'>I can write?!</title><subtitle type='html'>Fate is something only I can decide for myself--its not what is definately going to happen, its what I make happen, for myself...and my fate is going to be great because I'm not letting ANYONE change my fate for me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6770589299022485481</id><published>2009-12-14T08:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:57:27.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>here come the quotes</title><content type='html'>1. MISSING::::the purple m&amp;m&lt;br /&gt;2. I feel an evil PLOT coming on&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't be afraid. Just believe.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'd like to offer moral support, but I have questionable morals.&lt;br /&gt;5. What would you attempt to do if you knew you COULD NOT fail.&lt;br /&gt;6. people become stronger because of memories they can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;7. I find your lack of original conversation disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sarcasm: It beats killing people.&lt;br /&gt;9. Hokey Pokey anonymous: the place to turn yourself around.&lt;br /&gt;10. Even if you are on the right track you'll get run over if you just sit there.&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm too tired to slap you. Bash your face against my palm.&lt;br /&gt;12. Colors were screaming at me. Purple screamed the loudest.&lt;br /&gt;13. It's much too QUIET in here.&lt;br /&gt;14. Irony: it's the opposite of wrinkley &lt;br /&gt;15. This "normal" you speak of doesn't sound like fun.&lt;br /&gt;16. there CANNOT be a crisis next week. My schedule is already full.&lt;br /&gt;17. When I was a kid....there were only 150 pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;18. If I had any dignity. that would be humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;19. When nothing goes right. GO LEFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20. Believe in God. Not organized religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. My parents are afraid of the people in Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;22. Violence isn't the answer.  But it's AN answer.&lt;br /&gt;23. I promise never to confuse you by making sense.&lt;br /&gt;24.What's wrong with saying something that has nothing to do with the current conversation?&lt;br /&gt;25. Abraham Lincoln didn't NEED a teleprompter.&lt;br /&gt;26. you know, it's weird. I've met plenty of chocoholics but i've never actually seen chocohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;27. Accusing a Pagan of worshiping Satan is like accusing an Atheist of worshiping God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.&lt;br /&gt;29. They NEVER suspect the short ones.&lt;br /&gt;30. If God can make a firefly's BUTT light up. I believe he can do ANYTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6770589299022485481?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6770589299022485481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6770589299022485481' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6770589299022485481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6770589299022485481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-come-quotes.html' title='here come the quotes'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-4249489183185162581</id><published>2009-07-22T18:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:26:40.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MAS QUOTES (#9)</title><content type='html'>319. Never underestimate the power of an extremely pissed off woman.&lt;br /&gt;320. I'm the kind of girl that says, "Bless you." when her DOG sneezes.&lt;br /&gt;321. Music is the only thing that makes sense!&lt;br /&gt;322. "Thank you, Captain Obvious." "You're welcome, Lieutenant Sarcasm!"&lt;br /&gt;323. So far, this is the oldest I've ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;324. Accusing Pagans of worshiping Satan is like accusing an Atheist of worshiping God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[*NOTE ON THIS:: I'M CHRISTIAN, "CATHOLIC" TO BE PRECISE BUT I ACCEPT OTHER RELIGIONS*]&lt;br /&gt;325. I see stupid people, they're EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;****326. The people who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world are the ones that will.&lt;br /&gt;327. They never suspect the short ones.&lt;br /&gt;328. I may have my head in the clouds but at least it's not up my ass.&lt;br /&gt;329. I've lost my sanity. Now I'm taking yours.&lt;br /&gt;330. If God can make a firefly's butt light up, He can do ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;331. If you're lucky enough to be on the beach.....You're lucky enough!&lt;br /&gt;332. "your stupid."&lt;br /&gt;My stupid WHAT????&lt;br /&gt;333. Of all the people I know, you're one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-4249489183185162581?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/4249489183185162581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=4249489183185162581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4249489183185162581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4249489183185162581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2009/07/mas-quotes-9.html' title='MAS QUOTES (#9)'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-4439939558158021130</id><published>2009-07-12T18:47:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:12:35.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more coins</title><content type='html'>****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqEPCTuj1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/QsVnkhtInGs/s1600-h/2y.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqEPCTuj1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/QsVnkhtInGs/s320/2y.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357740100563144530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the coin I have is from 1996 it's called a twoey? I think.... it's a two dollar coin from canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 1 dollar "looney" coin from canada, it's from 1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqE8zGndzI/AAAAAAAAALA/8aPCmYS11Gg/s1600-h/url.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqE8zGndzI/AAAAAAAAALA/8aPCmYS11Gg/s320/url.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357740886755604274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several USA dollar coins, 2 are from 2000 and one is from 1979&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqGn4wBzUI/AAAAAAAAALY/Scx6LVkqaxI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqGn4wBzUI/AAAAAAAAALY/Scx6LVkqaxI/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357742726517476674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqGtDkHXdI/AAAAAAAAALg/kknforUR9AY/s1600-h/saca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqGtDkHXdI/AAAAAAAAALg/kknforUR9AY/s320/saca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357742815319645650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqGzFCgD3I/AAAAAAAAALo/qfyA5K_7rt4/s1600-h/usagirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqGzFCgD3I/AAAAAAAAALo/qfyA5K_7rt4/s320/usagirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357742918794743666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 9 that were made in 2009 or 2008&lt;br /&gt;all of the backs are this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqHsuJl9dI/AAAAAAAAALw/Vv_di2qhhas/s1600-h/prescoin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqHsuJl9dI/AAAAAAAAALw/Vv_di2qhhas/s320/prescoin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357743909082887634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the following presidents:&lt;br /&gt;John Tyler, John Adams, John Q Adams, James Monroe, James Madison, William Henry Harrison, Thomas Jefferson, Andrew Jackson, and Martin van Buren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqI9Cgd-zI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PwXkTcvk9jU/s1600-h/tylerjohn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqI9Cgd-zI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PwXkTcvk9jU/s320/tylerjohn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357745288937077554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqJDodH9DI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HKGBxUrtIFI/s1600-h/john+adams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqJDodH9DI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HKGBxUrtIFI/s320/john+adams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357745402202813490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqJLilFSkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DWpdDDvuY5g/s1600-h/jqadams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqJLilFSkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DWpdDDvuY5g/s320/jqadams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357745538064534082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqJTjtrlYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/948MlT6vq-Y/s1600-h/monroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqJTjtrlYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/948MlT6vq-Y/s320/monroe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357745675807987074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqJaHApXyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ibk9oFIus30/s1600-h/madison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqJaHApXyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ibk9oFIus30/s320/madison.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357745788361989922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqJhpiUOEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kH9PsW_OBAs/s1600-h/whharrison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqJhpiUOEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kH9PsW_OBAs/s320/whharrison.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357745917889099842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqJm49-wtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/swo7dTkZeeo/s1600-h/jeffy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqJm49-wtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/swo7dTkZeeo/s320/jeffy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357746007931011794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqJt_-I2oI/AAAAAAAAAMw/igqAmy44LM0/s1600-h/jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqJt_-I2oI/AAAAAAAAAMw/igqAmy44LM0/s320/jack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357746130069805698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqJ2Wenz6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/683GmCkscEY/s1600-h/mvb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqJ2Wenz6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/683GmCkscEY/s320/mvb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357746273550585762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-4439939558158021130?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/4439939558158021130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=4439939558158021130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4439939558158021130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4439939558158021130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-coins.html' title='more coins'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SlqEPCTuj1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/QsVnkhtInGs/s72-c/2y.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-1727720220771126755</id><published>2009-07-11T13:50:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:46:13.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my virtual coin collection</title><content type='html'>******************&lt;br /&gt;i know this is totally random, but I'm bored and it sounds kinda like fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Sljt0moRTiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jz7a69MQUvM/s1600-h/09pennyfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Sljt0moRTiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jz7a69MQUvM/s320/09pennyfront.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357293244735639074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SljuDYNtExI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Uw07XWNzyJk/s1600-h/09pennyback01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SljuDYNtExI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Uw07XWNzyJk/s320/09pennyback01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357293498564154130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SljuLN-HI2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/DOKgoa76lRU/s1600-h/09pennyback02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SljuLN-HI2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/DOKgoa76lRU/s320/09pennyback02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357293633253352290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 pennies 2009 USA&lt;br /&gt;**I have 2 of each kind pictured &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 10 "wheat" pennies from the USA with the following years&lt;br /&gt;1925, 1938, 1941, 1945, 1946, 1950, 1951, 1952, 1956, and 1958.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SljxCWNREJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yO3HxQ-r4-A/s1600-h/wheatpenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 73px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SljxCWNREJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yO3HxQ-r4-A/s320/wheatpenny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357296779380461714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have Canadian pennies from the following years: &lt;br /&gt;1942, 1978, 1979, 1980, 1981, 1984, 1986, and 1988&lt;br /&gt;with the exception of the 1942 penny and the dates on them, the coins look similar to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SljykwSxkiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BKyZ7aqgT_Q/s1600-h/newcanadapenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 72px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SljykwSxkiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BKyZ7aqgT_Q/s320/newcanadapenny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357298470010065442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the penny from 1942 looks similar to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SljzDbV881I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kvIprPdzvt4/s1600-h/1942pennycanada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 59px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SljzDbV881I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kvIprPdzvt4/s320/1942pennycanada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357298996962194258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll list the state quarters I have in a different post, but since these aren't STATE quarters per se (?) I have&lt;br /&gt;2 D District of Columbia 2009 Quarters, I have 1 D Puerto Rico 2009 Quarter, and I have 2 D 2009 Guam Quarters:&lt;br /&gt;the front is the same on all of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj0Nb7WG0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/9f_U4DNOWa8/s1600-h/09quarterfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj0Nb7WG0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/9f_U4DNOWa8/s320/09quarterfront.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357300268429351746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj0UIpmxQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XwGukUzAG0E/s1600-h/09quarterDOC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj0UIpmxQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XwGukUzAG0E/s320/09quarterDOC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357300383513756930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj0aj49dzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OrKPWyrHKXA/s1600-h/09quarterG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj0aj49dzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OrKPWyrHKXA/s320/09quarterG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357300493905131314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj0gg5rKeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QNUQDY5yi1Y/s1600-h/09quarterPR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj0gg5rKeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QNUQDY5yi1Y/s320/09quarterPR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357300596182034914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 Canadian nickels, one from 1968 and one from 1931&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj1S5e-sOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/iV02kggNzHc/s1600-h/oldcanadanickel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 62px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj1S5e-sOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/iV02kggNzHc/s320/oldcanadanickel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357301461774414050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj1epPokkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/b5fQ_YM0lug/s1600-h/newcanadanickel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 72px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj1epPokkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/b5fQ_YM0lug/s320/newcanadanickel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357301663573512770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first would be of the 1931 the second would be from later years and i actually have 3 so the other newer is from 94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have 2 canadian dimes 1960 and 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj18buhXWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/z4sExXjWKKk/s1600-h/canadadime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 72px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj18buhXWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/z4sExXjWKKk/s320/canadadime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357302175341043042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Canadian quarter from 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj2X98rUtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Vvft6qgkk6M/s1600-h/cqfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj2X98rUtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Vvft6qgkk6M/s320/cqfront.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357302648383689426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj2UInkCZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0HoVRTx8d0Y/s1600-h/cqback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj2UInkCZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0HoVRTx8d0Y/s320/cqback.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357302582528444818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a penny from germany in 1969 although i have no clue which part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj3Kn5IlgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2RUkvEPLW7A/s1600-h/german.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 68px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj3Kn5IlgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2RUkvEPLW7A/s320/german.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357303518636578306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from 2004 I have a 10 pence piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj3jEtXCcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/6Z6ngmylzQE/s1600-h/pence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 102px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Slj3jEtXCcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/6Z6ngmylzQE/s320/pence.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357303938688682434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-1727720220771126755?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/1727720220771126755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=1727720220771126755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1727720220771126755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1727720220771126755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-virtual-coin-collection.html' title='my virtual coin collection'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/Sljt0moRTiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jz7a69MQUvM/s72-c/09pennyfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-253130778714317493</id><published>2009-07-02T16:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:28:37.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>QUOTES 8</title><content type='html'>300. My friends and I laugh more than we breathe!&lt;br /&gt;301. Why does life always give you lemons?? Why not pickles??&lt;br /&gt;302. You're 90% of the reason I get up in the mornings.   The other 10% is the need to pee.&lt;br /&gt;303. Are you a side effect of my medication?&lt;br /&gt;304. Irony: Fate's version of sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;305. Be poor. It's cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;306. When other girls wanted to be a princess, I kinda wanted to be an assassin.&lt;br /&gt;*307. Life's a coloring book. Color outside the lines!&lt;br /&gt;308. I'm all that's left of a pretty bizarre childhood.&lt;br /&gt;309. Annoy a conservative, think for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;310. Pluto: proof that size DOES matter.&lt;br /&gt;311. Catholic star wars: may the force be with you. and also with you.&lt;br /&gt;312. Art, for when reality is just a concept.&lt;br /&gt;313. STAND BACK!!! I'm having a creative moment&lt;br /&gt;314. I'm the kind of person that sings the guitar in songs.&lt;br /&gt;315. I liked homework in kindergarten when it was called scribbling.&lt;br /&gt;316. You told me the cookie monster was one of the seven deadly sins!!!&lt;br /&gt;317. OBAMA KILLED KUTNER!&lt;br /&gt;318. You know it's bad when evenescence is your happy music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-253130778714317493?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/253130778714317493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=253130778714317493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/253130778714317493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/253130778714317493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2009/07/quotes-8.html' title='QUOTES 8'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-8121741152779576590</id><published>2009-06-27T15:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:33:32.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>QUOTES 7</title><content type='html'>245. Let's just say I work here til hollywood discovers me.&lt;br /&gt;246. my job is slowly crushing my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*247. I'm nothing like you think I am. Even if you think you know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*248. Please don't clean up my mess. It'll confuse me and screw up my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**249. It doesn't hurt to dream, it hurts more to wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*250. Nails didn't hold the Lord to the cross. Love did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;251. Life is uncertain, eat dessert first.&lt;br /&gt;*252. How can you expect to win the war when you are too afraid to fight?&lt;br /&gt;*253. Why do I dress like this? Because I love God and my future husband enough to dress modestly.&lt;br /&gt;254. I rock because my guitar has strings on it, not buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;**255. I am my own stereotype.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;256. I come with my own background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;**257. Stand up for SOMETHING or you'll fall for EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;258. Dear Tummy, sorry for all the butterflies. It's not my fault, it's his. Love, Me.&lt;br /&gt;259. I'm not weird, I'm an ARTIST.&lt;br /&gt;260. Glitter is the herpes of art supplies.&lt;br /&gt;261. Screw world peace, I want a pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;**262. Music will inspire you, if you only let it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;**263. Please, don't have strong opinions about issues  you don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;264. The world is a mess, and I need to rule it.&lt;br /&gt;265. Save a tree, eat a beaver.&lt;br /&gt;**266. "Let's eat Rachel." "Let's eat, Rachel."  &lt;br /&gt;Punctuation: It stops us from eating each other.&lt;br /&gt;267. I'm always thinking one step ahead, like a carpenter that makes stairs.&lt;br /&gt;268. Never send a soprano to do an alto's job.&lt;br /&gt;269. I write music, so the voices in my head have something to sing about.&lt;br /&gt;270. I shall never grow up! Make believe is way too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;271. The greener grass on the other side is probably artificial turf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;**272. DO IT TODAY; it might be illegal tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;273. You're only young once, but you can always be immature!&lt;br /&gt;274. I want rock songs played at my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;275. Gone to lose myself in a book, back when I can handle reality.&lt;br /&gt;**276. If nothing else, believe in art.&lt;br /&gt;277. Admit it, your life was kinda boring before you met me.&lt;br /&gt;278. I talk about music the way some girls talk about boys. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;**279. We're all a little weird, and life's a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with our own, we join up in a mutual weirdness and call it love. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;280. I love who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;**281. When you look at a person, ANY person, remember that person has a story, everyone has gone through something that has changed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;282. Have a nice day, unless you have other plans.&lt;br /&gt;283. When life hands you skittles, chuck them at people's faces and yell, "taste the freakin' rainbow."&lt;br /&gt;**284. It's hard to wait around for something you know might never happen. But it's even harder to give up when you know it's everything you want.&lt;br /&gt;**285. Tough times never last, but tough people do.&lt;br /&gt;*****286. If she's amazing, she won't be easy. If she's easy, she won't be amazing. If she's worth it, she won't give up. If you give up, you're not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;**287. I am STRONG, because I am WEAK.&lt;br /&gt;I am BEAUTIFUL, because I know my FLAWS.&lt;br /&gt;I am a LOVER because I am a FIGHTER.&lt;br /&gt;I am FEARLESS, because I have been afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I am WISE because I have been foolish.&lt;br /&gt;and I can LAUGH because I have known SADNESS.&lt;br /&gt;288. The worst time to have a heart attack is during a game of charades.&lt;br /&gt;**289. I don't forgive people because I am weak, I forgive people because I am strong enough to know that people make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;290. There are plenty of fish in the sea, unless global warming kills them all, then you're pretty much screwed.&lt;br /&gt;291. In the book of life, the answers aren't in the back.&lt;br /&gt;292. Never trust anything that bleeds for 3-5 days and DOESN'T. DIE.&lt;br /&gt;293. My work friends are the only reason I haven't quit my job.&lt;br /&gt;294. Did you ever notice how there is a particular line, in a particular song that always reminds you of that one special person.&lt;br /&gt;295. Judge me and I'll prove you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do, and I'll tell you off.&lt;br /&gt;Call me a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt; and I'll show you one.&lt;br /&gt;screw me over, and I'll do it to you twice as bad.&lt;br /&gt;call me crazy, and you REALLY have no idea, do you?&lt;br /&gt;296. In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different.&lt;br /&gt;297. Try being INFORMED, instead of just opinionated.&lt;br /&gt;298. Take a walk in my shoes before you judge me.&lt;br /&gt;299. An English professor wrote these words&lt;br /&gt;"A woman without her man is nothing"&lt;br /&gt;on the chalkboard and asked his students to punctuate it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;  All of the males in the class wrote:  &lt;br /&gt; "A woman, without her man, is nothing." &lt;br /&gt; All the females in the class wrote:  &lt;br /&gt;  "A woman: without her, man is nothing."&lt;br /&gt;Punctuation is everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-8121741152779576590?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/8121741152779576590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=8121741152779576590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/8121741152779576590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/8121741152779576590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2009/06/quotes-7.html' title='QUOTES 7'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-2329077314727988234</id><published>2009-06-25T16:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:41:28.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>QUOTES 6</title><content type='html'>204. You fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected times.&lt;br /&gt;205. Turn up the music. Block out the world.&lt;br /&gt;206. Music is my escape.&lt;br /&gt;*207. Never say you're sorry for what you feel, that's like apologizing for being real.&lt;br /&gt;208. Behind every beautiful girl is a dumbass guy who did her wrong and made her strong.&lt;br /&gt;**209. I speak my mind because it hurts to bite my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;*210. Actions speak louder than words so believe what you see and forget what you heard.&lt;br /&gt;*211. You don't come across too many people in your life with the ability to give you butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;212. You know, I don't know what caffeine does for you, but I'm pretty sure your head caves in.&lt;br /&gt;213. You know it's love when you look into his eyes and suddenly you can't even remember your own name.&lt;br /&gt;214. You know it's love when all you want is for that one person to be happy, even if that means not being a part of their happiness.&lt;br /&gt;215. You know you love him when you open up the yearbook and go straight to his picture.&lt;br /&gt;216. You look lost, I think you need....JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;217. I'm so glad I found you you make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;218. You make me draw these stupid little hearts.&lt;br /&gt;**219. You're going to come across people in your life who say all the right things at all the right times, but in the end it's their actions you should judge them by. Actions speak louder than words ever will.&lt;br /&gt;220. You might think I'm tough, but I just never let you see me cry.&lt;br /&gt;221. DRUGS:: Responsible for teaching America the metric system.&lt;br /&gt;**222. You think you know me, but you really have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;223. You will be the guy I always remember, if I can be the girl you'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;**224. You can't erase people out of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[side note:: even though I know people in my family who have tried}&lt;br /&gt;225. Eventually one of two things will happen, he'll finally realize you're worth it, or you'll realize he isn't.&lt;br /&gt;**226. Everybody loves someone. Everybody hurts sometimes. Everybody says they'll never fall again. Then, everybody does.&lt;br /&gt;227. Every guy asks me "What does he have that I don't?" and I always tell them, "My heart."&lt;br /&gt;228. Everyone has a wild side, my friends and I just prefer to make ours public.&lt;br /&gt;229. Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. So let's all study hard and be evil.&lt;br /&gt;230. If you like me, say you do. If you don't, stop acting like you do.&lt;br /&gt;**231. I'm not even going to try to get mad anymore. I'll just have to learn to expect the lowest from the people I thought the highest of.&lt;br /&gt;**232.The heart listens to reasons that reason cannot understand.&lt;br /&gt;233. I like this boy. And just when I think there is no way in the world he likes me, I catch him staring at me and just have to wonder...&lt;br /&gt;**234. And it goes to show that even the strongest break down sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;**235. Sure you can fake a smile, but the pain won't go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;236. Excuse the rumors, let ME tell you who I am.&lt;br /&gt;**237. Everyone has someone in their life that keeps them looking forward to another day.&lt;br /&gt;238. If you want me to fall for you, you gotta give me something worth tripping over.&lt;br /&gt;239. The Lord will fight for you, you only need to be still.&lt;br /&gt;240. I WISH you would take a walk in my shoes for one whole day. I bet you'd fall on the first step.&lt;br /&gt;241. Of course I'm into the whole single, flirting, he's hot kinda thing. But I'm also into the kissing hugging, I'm his girlfriend sorta thing.&lt;br /&gt;242. In the game of seduction the only rule is to NEVER fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;243. A good friend says Yeah maybe you made the right decision when giving up. A best friend says "Oh my gosh I knew he was gay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;**244. Sometimes you have to ignore the risks, forget the heartbreak, and just GO FOR IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-2329077314727988234?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/2329077314727988234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=2329077314727988234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/2329077314727988234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/2329077314727988234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2009/06/quotes-6.html' title='QUOTES 6'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-5728790681415391033</id><published>2009-06-14T15:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:23:17.609-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phrases'/><title type='text'>QUOTES 5</title><content type='html'>178. Gone to lose myself in a book...back when I can handle reality.&lt;br /&gt;179. I'm not clumsy, gravity just hates me.&lt;br /&gt;*180. Strength is nothing more than how well you hide the pain.&lt;br /&gt;*181. I may not be perfect, but Jesus thinks I'm to die for!&lt;br /&gt;182. Today I will be elegant, witty, and charming; Or maybe I'll say UM and trip over a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;183. "Please i'll be your best friend."&lt;br /&gt;"no."&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it, that worked in kindergarten"&lt;br /&gt;*184. My arms feel empty without you in them.&lt;br /&gt;185. I'm not clumsy, I just think faster than I move.&lt;br /&gt;*186. There's a wild side to every innocent face.&lt;br /&gt;187. Friends are like potatoes, if you eat them, they will die.&lt;br /&gt;*188. Everyone says that love hurts.  But that's not true.  Loneliness hurts.  Rejection hurt.  Losing someone hurts.  Everyone confuses these things with love, but it reality, LOVE is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes us feel wonderful again.&lt;br /&gt;189. I'm the kind of girl who can have an adventure at wal-mart.&lt;br /&gt;[I actually have]&lt;br /&gt;*190. I want someone who knows how COMPLETELY INSANE I am and wouldn't want me any other way.&lt;br /&gt;191. My house was cleaned yesterday.  Sorry you missed it.&lt;br /&gt;*192. It's not up to me anymore.  If you want me in your life, you'll find a way to put me in it.&lt;br /&gt;193. Music the soundtrack to my life.&lt;br /&gt;*194. BEST FRIEND:  The person you can't be mad at for over an hour because you have something important to tell them!&lt;br /&gt;*195. When I was 5 years old, my mom always told me that happiness was the key to life.  When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I wrote down "happy."  They told me I didn't understand the assignment, I told them they didn't understand life.&lt;br /&gt;196. Scars are souvenirs that you never lose.&lt;br /&gt;**197. There are plenty of fish in the sea.  Unless global warming kills them all.  Then you're pretty much SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;198. 3.14% of sailors are Pi Rates.&lt;br /&gt;*199. Fear is temporary.  Regret is forever.&lt;br /&gt;*200. In the book of life the answers are not in the back.&lt;br /&gt;*201. I DID because I wanted to.  I WANTED to because I could.  I COULD because you said I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;202. Never do anything you wouldn't want to explain to the paramedics.&lt;br /&gt;*203. My work friends are the only reason I haven't quit my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-5728790681415391033?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/5728790681415391033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=5728790681415391033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5728790681415391033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5728790681415391033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2009/06/quotes-5.html' title='QUOTES 5'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-5214559911067011135</id><published>2009-06-05T10:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:23:40.656-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phrases'/><title type='text'>QUOTES 4</title><content type='html'>*159. I did because I wanted to. I wanted to because I could. I could because you said I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;*160. You must always push the limits. Because if you never fail, you will never succeed.&lt;br /&gt;*161. I'll never fit in. I was born to stand out!&lt;br /&gt;*162. Who you are isn't up to them.&lt;br /&gt;163. I could be an accident, but I'm still trying, and that's more than I can say for him.&lt;br /&gt;164. I don't know what my problem is, but I know it's hard to pronounce.&lt;br /&gt;165. I escaped reality to dream.&lt;br /&gt;166. If GUNS kill people can I blame misspelled words on my pencil.&lt;br /&gt;167. If you define cowardice as running away at the first sight of danger, screaming and tripping, and begging for mercy, then Yes Mr. Brave Man I guess I'm a coward.&lt;br /&gt;*168. If you want the rainbow, you must put up with the rain. &lt;br /&gt;*169. You were born an original. Don't die a copy.&lt;br /&gt;*170. I'll be just fine.  Pretending I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;*171. I'm begging you to be my escape.&lt;br /&gt;*172. I'm going to SMILE like nothing's wrong, TALK like everything's perfect, ACT like it's all a dream, and PRETEND it's not hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;*173. I'm the girl who holds it all in, and regrets it later.&lt;br /&gt;174. It's a sad thing nowadays that there is so little useless information :(.&lt;br /&gt;*175. We are all pretty bizarre, some are better at showing it.&lt;br /&gt;176. The difference between fiction and reality.  Fiction has to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;*177. Don't tell me the sky's the limit.  There are footprints on the moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-5214559911067011135?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/5214559911067011135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=5214559911067011135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5214559911067011135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5214559911067011135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2009/06/quotes-4.html' title='QUOTES 4'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-1004766114581430819</id><published>2009-06-04T19:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:24:06.406-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phrases'/><title type='text'>QUOTES3</title><content type='html'>80. You fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected times.&lt;br /&gt;*81. Never say you're sorry for what you feel. That's apologizing for being real!&lt;br /&gt;*82. I speak my mind because it hurts to bite my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;*83. Actions speak louder than words. So believe what you see and forget what you've heard.&lt;br /&gt;*84. Who are you to judge me? I know I'm not perfect and I don't claim to be. So before you go pointing fingers make sure your own hands are clean.&lt;br /&gt;85. You can learn a lot from a person if you just take the time to inject them with sodium pentothal.&lt;br /&gt;*86. You have enemies? GOOD. That means you've stood up for something at least ONCE in your life.&lt;br /&gt;87. You know... I don't know what caffeine does for you, but I'm pretty sure without it your head caves in...&lt;br /&gt;*88. You're going to come across people in your life that say all the right words at all the right times. But in the end its their actions that you should judge them by.  It's actions, not words,that matter.&lt;br /&gt;*89. If going to church makes you a Christian does going to the garage make you a car??&lt;br /&gt;*90. Homophobia: insecurity about being heterosexual.&lt;br /&gt;91. Evolution is just a theory. Kind of like gravity.&lt;br /&gt;*92. Expect Nothing. Prepare for the worst. Trust nobody. And you'll never get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;*93. When the world gives up hope whispers ONE LAST TRY.&lt;br /&gt;94. Meat is murder. Sweet, tasty murder.&lt;br /&gt;95. Haikus are easy.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes they don't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;*96. Laugh your heart out. Dance in the rain. Cherish the moment. Ignore the pain. Live, laugh, love, forgive &amp; forget life's too short to live with regrets.&lt;br /&gt;*97. Forget the rumors. Let ME tell you who I am!&lt;br /&gt;*98. If you want me to fall for you you had better do something that's worth tripping over!&lt;br /&gt;*99. Go on. Take a walk in my shoes for one day. I bet you'll fall on the first step.&lt;br /&gt;*100. For everyone who thinks they know me.  I forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;*101. It's the friends we meet on life's journey that make it worth traveling.&lt;br /&gt;*102. If you don't like gay marriages blame straight people. They're the ones that keep having gay babies.&lt;br /&gt;*103. You were given this life because you are strong enough to live it.&lt;br /&gt;*104. Sometimes you have to ignore the risks, forget the heartbreak, and just GO FOR IT.&lt;br /&gt;105. The greener grass on the other side is probably artificial turf.&lt;br /&gt;106. You're only young once. But you can always be immature!&lt;br /&gt;*107. You can't love anyone until you love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;*108. People say HATE is a strong word. But then again, so is LOVE and people go and throw it around as if it's nothing!&lt;br /&gt;109. NOTE TO SELF: Boys suck. They break hearts. Throw things at them. ...like pineapples...they're pointy!&lt;br /&gt;*110. When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.&lt;br /&gt;*111. People hold on to something because they fear nothing that great will ever happen to them again.&lt;br /&gt;*112. People too weak to follow their dreams will often try to discourage you from following yours. DON'T LET THEM.&lt;br /&gt;*113. If something happens that you cannot control life isn't going to wait for you to catch up you just have to keep on moving with life. If it's a boyfriend(girlfriend) problem then think, I'm worth way more than all this I'm going to make it and life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;114. I don't only want to rain on your parade, I want to blow up all the floats!&lt;br /&gt;*115. Reclaim your own way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;116. Life isn't just passing me by. IT'S TRYING TO RUN ME OVER!&lt;br /&gt;*117. And she's so scared to get close to anyone, because everyone that ever said, "I'll be there." LEFT.&lt;br /&gt;*118. Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you can't always see how much pain a person feels.&lt;br /&gt;*119. Speak your mind even if your voice shakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;******************120. Sticks and stones may break her bones, but names could make her STARVE TO DEATH!!!*************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*121. Another straight person for gay rights!&lt;br /&gt;*122. It always rains the hardest on those who most deserve the sun.&lt;br /&gt;*123. When you're forced to stand alone, THAT'S when you realize how much you have in you.&lt;br /&gt;*124. Things change. People leave. And life doesn't stop for ANYBODY.&lt;br /&gt;125. My head is full. It's called THINKING. go with it.&lt;br /&gt;*126. Pay no mind to those who talk behind your back. It simply means you are two steps ahead.&lt;br /&gt;*127. How many vegetables had to die for your salad??&lt;br /&gt;*128. I act like a bitch because when I get close I get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;*129. Everything will be ok in the end. If it's not ok, it's not the end.&lt;br /&gt;*130. I don't need drugs or alcohol to mess me up, I'm CRAZY enough being my normal self.&lt;br /&gt;131. Abortions don't make you "un-pregnant" it makes you the mother of a dead baby.&lt;br /&gt;132. Damaged people are dangerous, they know they can survive.&lt;br /&gt;*133. If Homosexuality is a disease let's call in sick to work. "Sorry can't work today, still queer!"&lt;br /&gt;*134. If I'm just another name in your book then CROSS ME OUT.&lt;br /&gt;**135. For God's sake: use abstinence&lt;br /&gt;for your sake: use a condom.&lt;br /&gt;*136. Against gay marriages? THEN DON'T GET ONE.&lt;br /&gt;137. I've got a perfect body but it's in the trunk and starting to smell&lt;br /&gt;138. Beneath my completely poised appearance I AM COMPLETELY OUTTA CONTROL&lt;br /&gt;**139. Stand up for what you believe is right. Even if you're standing alone.&lt;br /&gt;*140. Marriage is a human right. Not a heterosexual privilege!&lt;br /&gt;*141. So what if I like black? it doesn't make me a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;142. One good thing about music. When it hits you, you feel no pain.&lt;br /&gt;*143. It's no big deal. Really. Break her heart. Let her down. Make her cry. Because you "care" about her. Right?&lt;br /&gt;*144. Behind this smile is everything you'll NEVER understand.&lt;br /&gt;*145. Next time you say my eyes make the stars jealous. You had better know what color they are. Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;*146. Love is stupid. But we don't love with our brains do we?&lt;br /&gt;*147. The one and only. You can't clone me. &lt;br /&gt;148. In some cultures what I do is considered normal.&lt;br /&gt;*149. Don't judge me based on your ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;*150. Don't let life pass you by. &lt;br /&gt;*151. Do what you love and you will find someone who loves the same thing. Don't look for love. Suffer for love. Or beg for love. Just live.&lt;br /&gt;*152. What you hate in ME you hate in YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;*153. If he's dumb enough to walk away Be smart enough to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;*154. Just because today was terrible doesn't mean tomorrow won't be the best day of your life.&lt;br /&gt;*155. Be strong now. It'll get better. It's stormy now. But it can't rain forever.&lt;br /&gt;*156. Your right to smoke ends when it interferes with my right to BREATHE.&lt;br /&gt;157. I rely on my personality for my birth control.&lt;br /&gt;158. The only thing I regret about high school is I never got to do half the things I heard I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-1004766114581430819?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/1004766114581430819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=1004766114581430819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1004766114581430819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1004766114581430819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2009/06/quotes3.html' title='QUOTES3'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-3184308311812299108</id><published>2009-06-03T13:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:24:27.307-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phrases'/><title type='text'>QUOTES PAGE 2</title><content type='html'>**51) I don't just LISTEN to music. I FEEL it.&lt;br /&gt;52) I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're going and meet up with them later.&lt;br /&gt;53) get real. if I were lying wouldn't my pants be on fire??&lt;br /&gt;54) the only people who like high school musical have never seen a real musical.&lt;br /&gt;**55) sometimes we smile just to hold back the tears.&lt;br /&gt;**56) Writing is easy, just open a vein and bleed on paper.&lt;br /&gt;57) If anyone asks, I'm a bubbly ray of sunshine coated in sweetness&lt;br /&gt;**58) THE BATTLE AGAINST EATING DISORDERS IS ON&lt;br /&gt;59) we're thespians wanna watch?&lt;br /&gt;**60)You always have your arms wrapped around yourself. like you're TRYING TO HOLD YOURSELF TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;61) apples don't keep the doctor away if the damn thing was POISONED&lt;br /&gt;62) WARNING: the owner of this image (or blog) is subject to spontaneously burst out into song.&lt;br /&gt;63) so what if I live in books. What's it to you?&lt;br /&gt;64) When I was  your age, pluto was a planet!&lt;br /&gt;**65) sometimes people run away to see who cares enough to chase them.&lt;br /&gt;66) if we evolved from apes why are there still apes?&lt;br /&gt;67) I dwell in possibility &lt;br /&gt;68) Be a good Catholic and eat some Jesus....&lt;br /&gt;69) Someday it will be lupus.&lt;br /&gt;70) The voices in my head are SATB&lt;br /&gt;71) I'm not afraid to rock this world alone!&lt;br /&gt;72) MUSICALS:: Because who doesn't want to live in a world where everyone spontaneously bursts out into song and dance?&lt;br /&gt;**73) the pro-life movement:: The radical idea that babies are people too.&lt;br /&gt;74) If walmart is lowering their prices everyday how come nothing is free yet?&lt;br /&gt;75) BOOKS! I NEED MORE BOOKS!&lt;br /&gt;76) Yes I do use my hairbrush as a microphone and dance around in my room in my underwear.&lt;br /&gt;77) you have forced me to say NI&lt;br /&gt;78) I laugh at gravity all the time. HAHAHA gravity.&lt;br /&gt;**79) this princess saves herself.&lt;br /&gt;contd later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-3184308311812299108?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/3184308311812299108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=3184308311812299108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3184308311812299108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3184308311812299108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2009/06/quotes-page-2.html' title='QUOTES PAGE 2'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-2550472641333212964</id><published>2009-06-02T16:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:25:02.810-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phrases'/><title type='text'>QUOTES</title><content type='html'>**1) Art: For when reality is just a concept.&lt;br /&gt;**2) when I sing I cannot judge, I cannot hate, I cannot separate myself from life, I can only be joyful and whole.  That is why I sing.&lt;br /&gt;3) Straight.  But not narrow!&lt;br /&gt;4) I speak in song lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;**5) God created you.  Who do you think you are to say you're not good enough?&lt;br /&gt;6) annoy a conservative, think for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;7) on my planet I'm normal.&lt;br /&gt;**8) when injustice becomes law.  rebellion becomes necessity.&lt;br /&gt;**9) God can always be heard in silence.  You just have to listen.&lt;br /&gt;**10) without God there is no meaning without heaven and hell there is no justice.  without Jesus and the cross there is no salvation!&lt;br /&gt;11) Pluto:: proof that size matters.&lt;br /&gt;**12) Music says the words I'm too afraid to speak out loud.&lt;br /&gt;**13) My thoughts you cannot decode.&lt;br /&gt;14) STAND BACK: I'm having a creative moment!&lt;br /&gt;15) Catholic star wars: May the force be with you.  and also with you.&lt;br /&gt;**16) Embrace those who love you and whom you love and rid yourself of those who will only bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;**17) Dreams create the future.&lt;br /&gt;18) Art helps me breathe.&lt;br /&gt;**19)I pray daily. God is easier to talk to than most people.&lt;br /&gt;**20) The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;21) stupid book, I need to sleep but I can't stop reading you.&lt;br /&gt;22) I didn't trip I was just testing the gravity.  It still works.&lt;br /&gt;23) we have enough youth how about a fountain of smart?&lt;br /&gt;24) Refusing to fall apart...&lt;br /&gt;25) OBAMA KILLED KUTNER!!!&lt;br /&gt;**26) Art washes away from the soul the dust from everyday life!&lt;br /&gt;**27) Giving up doesn't always mean you're weak, sometimes it means you're strong enough to let go!&lt;br /&gt;***28) THINK! it's not illegal yet!&lt;br /&gt;29) I dunno if you can handle me, but you're welcome to try.&lt;br /&gt;30) I used to have superhuman powers, but my therapist took those away.&lt;br /&gt;31) blue jeans make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;32) please do not annoy the writer, she may put you in a book and kill you.&lt;br /&gt;**33) it's alot easier to say you're mad than to admit you're hurt.&lt;br /&gt;34) Reject a woman and she will never let it go. its one of the defects of our kind. also weak arms.&lt;br /&gt;**35) And who am I? Thats one secret I'll never tell.&lt;br /&gt;**36) My silence could mean you're not worth the argument.&lt;br /&gt;37) people who claim to be open minded rarely see my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;**38) In Christ alone my hope is found He is my light, He is my strength and my song.&lt;br /&gt;39) I'll never stop singing so you better get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;**40) be kind. everyone you meet is fighting a battle.&lt;br /&gt;**41) I can slay my own dragons thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;**42) one often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;43) love is a perky elf dancing his little jig and then all of a sudden he turns on you with a miniature machine gun&lt;br /&gt;**44) and she called out a warning: Don't ever let life pass you by.&lt;br /&gt;**45) History will be kind to me, for I intend to write it.&lt;br /&gt;**46) do not go where the path leads, instead go where there is no path and leave a trail.&lt;br /&gt;**47) Time passes, even when it seems impossible.&lt;br /&gt;**48) See yourself for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;49) Music is the shorthand of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;*******************ARREST ME, I prayed in school today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-2550472641333212964?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/2550472641333212964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=2550472641333212964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/2550472641333212964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/2550472641333212964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2009/06/quotes.html' title='QUOTES'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6469405155439580736</id><published>2009-03-08T16:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:59:28.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOREXIA</title><content type='html'>Guess what?  APPARENTLY I'm anorexic....wonder where I was when the memo was sent out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record.  I'm not (I know everyone says that but I've got proof.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. (The Most Important) I take medicine for my Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD).  I take 54mg of Concerta.  Which has side effects, as all medications do:&lt;br /&gt;*Abdominal Pain&lt;br /&gt;*Aggravation, nervousness, hostility, sadness&lt;br /&gt;*Drug dependence,&lt;br /&gt;*dizziness&lt;br /&gt;*headache&lt;br /&gt;*tics&lt;br /&gt;*insomnia and prolonged sleepiness&lt;br /&gt;*loss of appetite&lt;br /&gt;*increased coughing, sinusitis, upper respiratory tract infection&lt;br /&gt;*vomiting&lt;br /&gt;*allergic reaction&lt;br /&gt;*increased blood pressure&lt;br /&gt;*psychosis (abnormal thinking or hallucinations).&lt;br /&gt;[those are thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.selfgrowth.com/articles/Virtue4.html"&gt;www.selfgrowth.com&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most common side effects:&lt;br /&gt;*Loss of appetite (in up to 25.3% of people)&lt;br /&gt;*Headaches (up to 22.2%)&lt;br /&gt;*Dry mouth (up to 14%)&lt;br /&gt;*Nausea (up to 12.8%)&lt;br /&gt;*Insomnia (up to 12.3%)&lt;br /&gt;*Tics (up to 9%)&lt;br /&gt;*Upper respiratory infections [(similar to the common cold) (up to 8%)]&lt;br /&gt;*Abdominal pain (stomach pain) (up to 7%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less common side effects (occuring in 2-7% of people)"&lt;br /&gt;*Dizziness&lt;br /&gt;*Weight loss (see &lt;a href="http://adhd.emedtv.com/concerta/concerta-and-weight-loss.html"&gt;Concerta and Weight&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;*Accidental injury&lt;br /&gt;*Irritability&lt;br /&gt;*Increased sweating&lt;br /&gt;*vomiting&lt;br /&gt;*loss of appetite&lt;br /&gt;*cough&lt;br /&gt;*irritated or sore throat&lt;br /&gt;*sinus infection or irritation&lt;br /&gt;*fever&lt;br /&gt;*irritated or runny nose&lt;br /&gt;*shakiness (tremor)&lt;br /&gt;*ingestion or heartburn&lt;br /&gt;*painful menstrual periods&lt;br /&gt;*diarrhea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find that at &lt;a href="http://adhd.emedtc.com/concerta/concerta-side-effects.html"&gt;www.emedtc.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Concerta and Weight Loss&lt;br /&gt;Concerta contains methylphenidate.&lt;br /&gt;Methylphenidate causes weight loss, which is one of the most common side effects to concerta.&lt;br /&gt;Methylphenidate is also in other ADHD medications.&lt;br /&gt;Weight loss is SO COMMON that Concerta is abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra tidbit:: Weight loss can cause loss of period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Physical signs of anorexia::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lack of menstrual period (explained by weight loss due to methylphenidate in concerta)&lt;br /&gt;*Lack of energy and weakness (side effect of concerta.)&lt;br /&gt;*feeling cold all the time (explained by weight loss due to methylphenidate in concerta)&lt;br /&gt;*Dry yellowish skin (don't have)&lt;br /&gt;*Constipation and abdominal pain (don't have)&lt;br /&gt;*Restlessness and insomnia (sometimes have.  due to concerta.)&lt;br /&gt;*Dizziness, fainting, and headaches.  (I don't faint.  Dizziness sometimes, headaches sometimes...both can be attributed to Concerta.)&lt;br /&gt;*growth of fine hair all over the body and face.  (don't have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helpguide.org/mental/anorexia_signs_symptoms_causes_treatment.htm"&gt;www.helpguide.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took an eating disorder test at &lt;a href="http://eatingdisorders.about.com/od/riskfactors/a/eat26test.htm"&gt;EAT-26&lt;/a&gt; my BMI is not too low, and I scored a 5 total, when 20 is the dangerous number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to &lt;a href="http://www.symptoms101.com/med/archives/2005/05/anorexia.php"&gt;www.symptoms101.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normal BMI: 20-23&lt;br /&gt;models' BMI: 18&lt;br /&gt;anorexic's BMI: generally below 17.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nhlbisupport.com/bmi/"&gt;HOW TO FIND YOUR BMI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My height: 5'4"&lt;br /&gt;My weight: fluctuates between 115-120 So I'll do both!&lt;br /&gt;19.7-20.6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And according to that same website:&lt;br /&gt;Underweight: less than 18.5&lt;br /&gt;Normal weight: 18.5-24.9&lt;br /&gt;Overweight: 25-29.9&lt;br /&gt;Obese: 30 or more&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what symptoms I have::&lt;br /&gt;Lack of (or irregular) menstrual period (explained)&lt;br /&gt;Lack of energy/weakness (explained)&lt;br /&gt;Feeling cold (explained)&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia (explained)&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy/fainting/headache (explained)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND my BMI is normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the symptoms that I have are explained, the other symptoms I don't have, which leaves everyone with nothing to go on as far as me being anorexic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this were a legal case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd so win ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Kait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6469405155439580736?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6469405155439580736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6469405155439580736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6469405155439580736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6469405155439580736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2009/03/anorexia.html' title='ANOREXIA'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-4455748394230017344</id><published>2009-03-07T20:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:22:40.252-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phrases'/><title type='text'>sayings</title><content type='html'>it's a lot easier to say you're mad than to admit you're hurt &lt;/3 TRUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not annoy the writer.  She may put you in a book and KILL you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo look I like black, I MUST BE emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reject a woman and she will never let it go.  It's one of the defects of our kind.  Also, weak arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who am I?  That's one secret I'll never tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more beautiful than sarcasm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-4455748394230017344?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/4455748394230017344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=4455748394230017344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4455748394230017344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4455748394230017344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2009/03/sayings.html' title='sayings'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-2964450854994190320</id><published>2009-03-07T20:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:25:41.145-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phrases'/><title type='text'>There is nothing more beautiful than sarcasm!</title><content type='html'>Please do not annoy the writer.  She may put you in a book and KILL you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo look I like black, I MUST BE emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reject a woman and she will never let it go.  It's one of the defects of our kind.  Also, weak arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more beautiful than sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did summer go?  SCHOOL KILLED IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice, I'm in charge of the happy pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this isn't FULLY sarcastic)  My silence could mean you are not worth the argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(neither is this)  people who claim to be open minded rarely see my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should take naps away from kindergarteners...AND GIVE THEM TO HIGH SCHOOLERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the people our parents warned us about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypothetical high five...&lt;br /&gt;nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you met my family, you STILL wouldn't understand...it's that bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know it all, I just can't remember it all at once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ROCK!!! guitar hero told me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(referring to clue) killing someone with a candlestick seems like an awful lot of hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can slay my own dragons thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sisters are a gift from God---GAG gifts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers are the gift God gives you, then LAUGHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm is my love language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick a fork in an electrical socket, it does cool things to your hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort's baffled by Harry's apparent lack of the ability to DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me the cookie monster was one of the 7 deadly sins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh in the face of danger...then I hide until it goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate Early.  Must. Kill. Early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reject your reality and substitute my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 rules for writing a novel. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately no one knows what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're not supposed to cry over spilled milk...but...it's just SO sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say no to drugs.  Say yes to tacos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig, and then SUDDENLY he turns on you with a miniature machine gun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm sorry, I thought we were having a state-the-obvious contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child I thought hippos ate little white marbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((true))  I will NEVER be the woman with PERFECT hair, and I'll never be able to wear white and NOT spill on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning is an oxymoron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ARREST ME.  I prayed in school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend.  Inside a dog, it's too dark to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people smoke.  I collect stuffed monkeys.  If you won't tell, I won't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class of 20?? Yea...I don't really know when I'm gonna graduate.  I guess whenever I feel like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning Labels: Thwarting natural selection for generations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE WRONG!!!  Just stand there in your wrongness and BE WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the directions.  Even if you don't follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get real!  If I'm lying wouldn't my pants be on fire??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But...I NEEEEEED tacos.  I need them or I will EXPLODE!  That happens to me sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWIM LESSONS...Cause when's the last time soccer practice saved your life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone asks I'm a bubbly ray of sunshine coated with sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I fall DOWN the stairs.  I trip UP them as well, now that takes TALENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanity doesn't run in my family.  It PRACTICALLY GALLOPS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when Nickelodeon meant something? &lt;br /&gt;                                                  I do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...the...you...I...INSANE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples don't keep the doctor away if the damn thing was poisoned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember if I'm the good or evil twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't hate me because of my superior intellect and sarcastic attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of girl that walks into chairs.&lt;br /&gt;                                              Then apologizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong in disney land.  It calls to me.  Like the mothership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never lupus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver picks the music.  Shotgun shuts his cakehole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day it WILL be lupus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOILER::: Harry Potter is a wizard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die, I'm haunting you first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of the Flies SPOILER:: they all die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT....WAIT...Saturday has a morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Major...YOU do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If walmart lowers prices every day? how come nothing's free yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do use my hairbrush as a microphone and dance around my room in my underwear.  Thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're a geek when procrastination doesn't affect your grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pluto&lt;br /&gt;1930-2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death:  the #1 Killer in the USA!  &lt;br /&gt;Tell your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duct tape is like the force.&lt;br /&gt;It has a light side.&lt;br /&gt;                     And a dark side.&lt;br /&gt;and it holds everything TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no problem with caffeine.  I have MANY problems WITHOUT caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-2964450854994190320?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/2964450854994190320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=2964450854994190320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/2964450854994190320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/2964450854994190320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-is-nothing-more-beautiful-than.html' title='There is nothing more beautiful than sarcasm!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-5865943611743691700</id><published>2009-02-09T18:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:41:46.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GREAT COLLEGE SEARCH</title><content type='html'>HEY!  I'm looking for college, even though I'm a sophomore, because I need to pay part of it.&lt;br /&gt;Here's all the places I've gotten emails from or messages from at www.zinch.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augustana 24,400&lt;br /&gt;St. Olaf 28,000&lt;br /&gt;ISU 5,086&lt;br /&gt;RPI 32,600&lt;br /&gt;Drake 22,270&lt;br /&gt;William Jewell 19,850&lt;br /&gt;Rockhurst 20,200&lt;br /&gt;Luther 26,380******wrote a personal response to me&lt;br /&gt;U of St. Thomas 24,368&lt;br /&gt;Coe 26,390&lt;br /&gt;Central 20,972&lt;br /&gt;College of the Atlantic 31,467&lt;br /&gt;Mills 30,300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably go to a public school because currently the only public school on my list is ISU and they are the only decent priced one :(&lt;br /&gt;XOXO &lt;br /&gt;kat&lt;br /&gt;will update&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-5865943611743691700?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/5865943611743691700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=5865943611743691700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5865943611743691700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5865943611743691700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-college-search.html' title='THE GREAT COLLEGE SEARCH'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-5768936472188691546</id><published>2009-02-06T23:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:58:17.724-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankenstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Cullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry potter witch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JK rowling'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter is Evil???</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter is evil and JK Rowling is a witch...yeah, ok... &lt;br /&gt;first off, wiccan not witch (even though I'm neither) &lt;br /&gt;second, WHO CARES...FREEDOM OF RELIGION.&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, it's a FICTIONAL book, YOU CAN'T REALLY PUT A SPELL ON A CHOCOLATE FROG THAT MAKES IT JUMP!! PAINTINGS DON'T REALLY MOVE!!&lt;br /&gt;and finally, &lt;br /&gt;I think you're looking into fictional books too much, trying to find what's wrong with all the other books so there are only religious books to read.&lt;br /&gt;Let me get this straight, my parents love me, I was born and raised a Catholic.  we went to church every sunday, and I loved to participate in Sunday School.  I was baptized as a baby, I had first communion when I was eight, and I was confirmed when I was in 6th grade.  But I'm not a good Catholic, I'm lucky, my parents let me choose my own beliefs, and I do.  But come on people, HARRY POTTER???!!! really?  there may be real life people named Harry Potter, but he's not a wizard who's parents were killed by he-who-must-not-be-named...VOLDEMORT (oops) and he certainly doesn't have a lightning bolt scar on his forehead unless he put it there, and he's not friends with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.  &lt;br /&gt;You are TRYING to find something wrong with it, guess what??? BROOMS DON'T FLY EITHER!!!  I personally think it's stupid to deprive your children of reading books that could really get them to love reading.  reading is amazing, you can travel THOUSANDS OR MILLIONS of miles away and you're still in a chair or wherever you were when you started reading, it's amazing, and if you get a really good book it can change your LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;Saying Harry Potter is teaching satanism is like saying (Twilight) Vampires really exist (I know, it pains me to admit it...but Edward is there somewhere!), It's also saying you should go dig up bodies and try to play God by creating a monster (Frankenstein) Don't look into books that hard, just think of it as TV in your brain (I do!)&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD AND POST IF YOU DISAGREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;sorry everyone, I had a little disagreement with someone tonight but I didn't want to blow up at Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;Kat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-5246096192653536845</id><published>2009-01-12T19:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:21:04.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Outcast Bandgeek who is kinda gothy and slackerish</title><content type='html'>Outcast&lt;br /&gt;[x] You dont have very many friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Often times, teachers forget your name.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You were always picked last for kickball/dodgeball.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don’t like to talk a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You tend to avoid mass social activities (i.e.- dances, ice cream socials, football games, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't participate in a lot of extracurricular activities.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] All you wish for is to move away or get a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your friends have blown you off before.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You sit alone in most of your classes/hallways.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a feeling that once you leave high school or college, nobody is going to remember you.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You hold interest in activities that other people find strange.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a large sexual background.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People don't find you friendly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hold extreme hate towards another high school stereotype.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You eat alone at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party Girl/Boy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Lets face it: you like to party.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You party every other weekend.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] or every weekend?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've been going to frat house parties since early high school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're the defending beer pong champion.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know the best hook-ups in the state.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Everybody who's anybody goes to the same parties you go to.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've hooked up at parties.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You spend time getting ready for parties.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've passed out from being too drunk.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've partied all night.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've snuck out of the house to party.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Actually, your parents really don't give a shit if you party or not.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're pretty much nocturnal.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like to go clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You and your friends always party hop.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've crashed a party before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] One way or another, you've wound up naked in front of everybody at a party.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've thrown up from drinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've done something that you regret at a party.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can dance.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're friends with a lot of people older than you.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene Kid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know what sXe and hXc actually mean.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a obsession with dinosaurs, robots, and Pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You idolize Jeffree Starr.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People have called you scene before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You spend at least an hour getting ready to take pictures of yourself for your facebook.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a mirror pic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You listen to bands that most people have never heard of.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You enjoy going to shows.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You only go to shows for the sake of going to shows, not the music.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your hair is/has been/was multicolored.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You accessorize your hair with kiddie barrettes and bows.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fashion is one of the most important things that define you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You mosh.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You often mix vintage with modern.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your facebook picture captions are sad lyrics to sad songs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] All of your friends are scene.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't know many of the people on your friends list in person: you just added them because they were scene.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You take angled pictures of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You enjoy photography.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You pop the collar&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You won't go near the Goths.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own at least one thing from a designer store.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are very clean cut.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are squeamish.&lt;br /&gt;[x] People have called you preppy before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You never leave the house without putting on cologne/perfume.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know who LC is.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You watch shows like The OC, The Real World, The Hills, and Laguna Beach.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] One favorite stores are Abercrombie &amp; Fitch, Hollister or American Eagle Outfitters.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're afraid to set foot into Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] (Girls) You carry a purse wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You will not take alcohol straight up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You need to wake up at least an hour before school so you can get ready.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] (Girls) You do not leave the house without make up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are content overall with how your life is going.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You constantly text.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band Geek&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have played an instrument before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You still play an instrument.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are/were in regular Band.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are/were in Jazz Band.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are/were in Marching Band&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've never dated anybody outside of Band.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Most of your friends are in band.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The band room/band hall is your second home.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You enjoy listening to classical music on occasion.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You aspire[d] to be a Drum Major.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've made out with somebody on a band bus, at a band competition, or in the band room.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have trouble getting your non-band friends to go near the band room.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Band is your favorite class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been to band camp.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You walk in step with all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You talk about band constantly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that American Pie has got it all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You hate rap music.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Marching Season is your favorite time of year.&lt;br /&gt;[x] When you go to football games, you don't really pay attention to the game itself.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your favorite jokes are band jokes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know it's not about the bloods and the crips: it's the brass and the woodwinds.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Thespian&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have seen a school play.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have seen a Broadway musical.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to act.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have participated in a school play.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have participated in a play outside of school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have gone to the Thespian Conference (State or International or both)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get pissed off when people make that thespian, did you say lesbian? joke.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have done tech.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that you cannot touch anybody else's props.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have played in the pit orchestra for a musical.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to a cast party.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are in a thespian troupe.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You often sing show tunes at the top of your lungs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know who Idina Menzel and Johnathan Larson are.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] At one point in your life, you were obsessed with RENT.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You do not have a personal bubble.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You actually understand Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know how to put on stage make up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been a lead.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You met a lot of your better friends through theatre.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overachiever&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You participate in a lot of extracurricular activities.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a part-time job.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have or almost have straight A's.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are in mostly honors/IB/AP classes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You do not procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have scored a 5 on an AP test.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You do not have very much down time.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are very organized.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You always have a thousand things going on at once.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are in a long-term relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You aspire to get into an Ivy League School.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] In your extracurriculars, you hold leadership positions.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are/were on Student Council.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are/were the class president.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are/were a class officer.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are/were the Salutatorian for your class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are/were the Valedictorian for your class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People have told you that you didn't have a life.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are getting/have already received the IB Diploma.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get upset when you get anything lower than an A or B on anything.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacker&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your grades are slipping.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You always wait until the last minute to do big projects.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You do a lot of things half-assed.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are an overall procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You tend to do your homework when you're watching TV/listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;[x] It takes you ages to turn your job applications in.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are often late to school/work.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't turn in a lot of your work.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You spend the majority of your time watching TV, the computer or going on facebook when you could be doing something more productive.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You sleep in past noon on the weekends and during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You do not get out of your pajamas unless you have to leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You could walk, but you'll just drive.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have fallen asleep during class before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Friends have called you lazy.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Life is hard when you lose the remote &amp; you have to walk a million miles over to the TV and change the channel.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When you hang out with your friends, the majority of your time is spent playing video games or doing something where neither of you have to stand up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have eaten an entire pint of ice cream in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have sat through an entire running marathon of a show before.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goth&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your wardrobe consists of mostly black things.&lt;br /&gt;[x] When you have the money, you shop at Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You think tattoos are hot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You think piercings are hot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't get along with your parents.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have dyed your hair an exotic color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've styled your hair in liberty spikes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes you ponder the meaning of life and death.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to write dark poetry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are into S&amp;M.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a pair of oversized black pants.&lt;br /&gt;[x] At one point in your life, you liked Foamy, Happy Bunny, Emily the Strange, and the Happy Tree Friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You listen to grunge.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a messenger bag with buttons up and down the straps.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You will only date other Goths.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't really give a shit what people think about you.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Overly happy people scare you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like black makeup &amp; nail polish best.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerd&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You actually study for tests and quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have straight As.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You haven't had any luck with the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are into WOW, Magic Cards, and Halo.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You overanalyze jokes to the point where they aren't funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your mom buys your clothes for you.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You actually answer the questions in class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You sit front row center in all of your classes to get the best learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You miss school during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear your pants at your waist.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You prefer sweatpants to jeans.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a pocket protector in your shirt with pens and a calculator in it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You let cute boys/girls take advantage of you &amp; copy your homework in hopes of getting noticed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've noticed some of the spelling and grammar mistakes in this survey.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People always cheat off your paper during tests.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents pack your lunch for you every day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear/should be wearing glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garage Band Junkie&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been in a garage band before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're still in a garage band.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You think your band is going to make it big someday.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You play shows almost weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You play the drum set.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You sing vocals for a band.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You write your own lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You spend hundreds on amps and microphones.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your band has a myspace page.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been in multiple garage bands.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have changed the name of your band at least twice.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have participated in a battle of the bands&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your band has been signed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have taken guitar classes at school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have played at the same venue multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You would rather make it big than have to go to college.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have musical talent.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have groupies.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've made t-shirts and other apparel for your band.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gangstaaa&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You actually are black&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know who the bloods and the crips are.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear doo-rags.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You actually grew up in the ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can freestyle.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You drive down the street blaring your music.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your ride is pimped out with stereo boosts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can break dance.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You say nigga a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You talk too fast for people to understand you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are pretty chill with life.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear your jeans oversized and below your ass.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Old school rap is the best.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that Tupac will never die.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear bling.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have/want a custom grill.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have custom rims on your tires.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are actually in a gang.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are always big pimpin.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You often have trouble convincing people that you aren't emo.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You comb your hair over one of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You flip your hair often.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have dark-rimmed glasses.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have cut yourself before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] If you're a boy, people often complain about your pants being too tight.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't really smile too often.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You blog often.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You never give a real smile in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You listen to Thursday and/or Sunny Day Real Estate.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're too much of a pussy to be a goth.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a lot of band t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You go to a lot of shows.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You go for emo/scene boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] It doesn't take very much to make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have played all the Emo Games.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear/have worn black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a bandana which you wear in your hair.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have dark hair.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skatepunk&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a skateboard.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been skateboarding since you were in grade school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have gotten many injuries from skateboarding.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that World Industries and Element aren't just clothing lines.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have vandalized public property.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have TPed somebodys house before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been yelled at for loitering.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have gotten in trouble with the cops.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You listen to punk rock.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Chicks on skateboards are hot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You stick it to the man!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own skater shoes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You watch MTV2, not MTV.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You enjoy crude humor.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fuck school, lets do crazy shit.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have watched the X games.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that there are other pro skaters out there besides Tony Hawk.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You pretty much live at the skate park.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hygeine does not concern you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Skater boys are attractive.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outcast = 8&lt;br /&gt;Party Girl = 2&lt;br /&gt;Scene Kid = 5&lt;br /&gt;Prep = 3&lt;br /&gt;Band Geek = 8&lt;br /&gt;Thespian = 5&lt;br /&gt;Overachiever = 4&lt;br /&gt;Slacker = 7&lt;br /&gt;Goth = 7&lt;br /&gt;Nerd = 5&lt;br /&gt;Garage Band Junkie = 2&lt;br /&gt;Gangsta = 0&lt;br /&gt;Emo = 6&lt;br /&gt;Skatepunk = 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-5246096192653536845?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/5246096192653536845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=5246096192653536845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5246096192653536845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5246096192653536845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2009/01/outcast-bandgeek-who-is-kinda-gothy-and.html' title='An Outcast Bandgeek who is kinda gothy and slackerish'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-338319683339653371</id><published>2008-12-15T16:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:11:15.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>C'EST LA VIE!</title><content type='html'>translation THAT'S LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's my new mantra! life is too short to worry about superficial things like dances (though they are cool, just dont worry about them) and whether or not you have a boyfriend.  if you have to worry, why dont you worry about things that actually matter, like your family and friends, or the loved ones you have in your life.  &lt;br /&gt;i was trying to figure out if that one guy (see last post) liked me...and I was just TIRED of having my friend ask his sister and him, so i just flat out asked him (in text) so do you like me or not?&lt;br /&gt;and he said just as friends.&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is, I don't care.  C'EST LA VIE!&lt;br /&gt;you know what? I don't care that I've been single for over a year!  I'm not going to just settle for a guy i don't deserve just because I'm lonely!  thats stupid!  when I least expect it the most perfect guy will come along.  and he wont be perfect in the sense of the word ideal, but he'll be perfect for me!  and that's what I want.  &lt;br /&gt;life will sort itself out in the end.  so don't worry too much about it today.  if there is something you're worried about talk to God about it and he'll help you through it!  God gives us tests to see if our faith is true.  &lt;br /&gt;now, this mantra of mine DEFINITELY wont work ALL THE TIME!!! &lt;br /&gt;I'll still get depressed, scared, and heartbroken, but for now just C'EST LA VIE (pronounced say lah vee) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;mantra expert (NOT)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-338319683339653371?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/338319683339653371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=338319683339653371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/338319683339653371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/338319683339653371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/12/cest-la-vie.html' title='C&apos;EST LA VIE!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-865271508358347129</id><published>2008-12-14T16:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:26:43.156-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phrases'/><title type='text'>ESTOY CONFUNDIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SUWI7eET3DI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Yn7t7rK27EQ/s1600-h/hold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SUWI7eET3DI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Yn7t7rK27EQ/s320/hold.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279776693426576434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SUWHC_dSrvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ffvePNhhqnU/s1600-h/perkyelf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SUWHC_dSrvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ffvePNhhqnU/s320/perkyelf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279774623625555698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SUWFX4nxcDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qusfphG5img/s1600-h/dontmean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SUWFX4nxcDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qusfphG5img/s320/dontmean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279772783544463410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SUWFOIxTMQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ALhkfSil-uU/s1600-h/kissyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SUWFOIxTMQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ALhkfSil-uU/s320/kissyou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279772616080699650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, I'm kinda confused...about a guy...as always ;) anyway...&lt;br /&gt;last night was winter formal, i danced w. a friend...now im not sure if i actually like him, if i'm just liking him cause i'm lonely (single over a year) or if i'm delusional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks being confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-865271508358347129?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/865271508358347129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=865271508358347129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/865271508358347129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/865271508358347129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/12/estoy-confundida.html' title='ESTOY CONFUNDIDA'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SUWI7eET3DI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Yn7t7rK27EQ/s72-c/hold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-4539935914419667414</id><published>2008-10-04T14:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:26:58.114-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phrases'/><title type='text'>truths</title><content type='html'>there are many truths in life... here are some of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***he who does not understand your silence, probably won't understand your words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Who I'd like to meet:&lt;br /&gt;a guy ACTUALLY worth my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***her favorite song will say more about her than her mouth ever will&lt;br /&gt;so much more but can't find any&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-4539935914419667414?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/4539935914419667414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=4539935914419667414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4539935914419667414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4539935914419667414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/10/truths.html' title='truths'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-8502918703442619205</id><published>2008-09-06T20:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:23:35.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no talk</title><content type='html'>dear blog, not that anyone ever reads this thing anyway unless they stumble upon it on accident, I'm writing so I don't go insane!  My sister is pregnant with a baby girl due in the 2nd week of december, her name will be kaya marie.  my sister (even though it's not a mood swing) is totally bitching me out.  no reason. OH and the father is spending the night in jail...my brother has a crush on my friend who is actually YOUNGER than me!  though it's illegal for him to date her until she's sixteen---only about 6 months for her, 23 days for me :) (excited) my spanish teacher BARELY speaks english so we're having trouble understanding her--she's from madrid.  ugh my life is so stressful, and I just learned that my ex (whom I still care about but I understand there's no chance for me with him ever again) might have a girlfriend that is 'like me' in his new school.  I guess getting over him is kinda easier now that he's in a different school, but i still miss his company.  UGH there are no cute guys in my school this year and almost every guy I know makes me pissed off whenever I'm around him!  I went off my adhd meds this summer (concerta) and I gained 15 pounds but that's something I could've used, but now that the school year has started I realize that I need my meds so I'm going back on them soon.  I've been getting my migranes again. except I don't think these ones are due to stress--at least not any that I can think of.  and these ones are worse due to the fact that when I take excedrin they either don't go away or if they do they come back within the hour.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea it's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SMM62NV6E3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/7r--_Ad5RUM/s1600-h/september.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SMM62NV6E3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/7r--_Ad5RUM/s320/september.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243099094158283634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna make those again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love&lt;br /&gt;kat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-8502918703442619205?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/8502918703442619205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=8502918703442619205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/8502918703442619205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/8502918703442619205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-time-no-talk.html' title='long time no talk'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/SMM62NV6E3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/7r--_Ad5RUM/s72-c/september.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6208397552667341657</id><published>2008-02-26T17:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:55:08.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ADHD OVERLOOKED PART 2</title><content type='html'>hello everyone.  I was INSPIRED today and yesterday.  I'm going to fight for ADHD!  if you want to read more about it, I'm starting a blog on it, at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adhd-overlooked.com"&gt;http://www.adhd-overlooked.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's probably where all my posting energy will be going into from now on.  This is something I've lived through, and I believe in, and if you have stories to tell post a comment and they'll be in it!  I hope this new blog will get me somewhere but even if it doesn't I'll feel proud because I know I'm starting by making a difference for myself.&lt;br /&gt;love forever and always,&lt;br /&gt;katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6208397552667341657?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6208397552667341657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6208397552667341657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6208397552667341657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6208397552667341657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/02/adhd-overlooked-part-2.html' title='ADHD OVERLOOKED PART 2'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-7704210861651674893</id><published>2008-02-24T17:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T18:41:49.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ADHD overlooked</title><content type='html'>nobody cares, they crack jokes about it all the time...My teacher has too.  recently calling somebody "retarded" has been socially unacceptable, why isn't joking about add/adhd unacceptable?  why is it being overlooked?  why?  It's a chemical imbalance...so why are people laughing and joking about it?  Why do people think that if ANYONE had an attention problem it can automatically be fixed with ritalin or adderal or concerta?  why is something so serious being taken as a joking matter without second thought?  Why do some people consider add/adhd a behavioral problem or think that the parents are to blame because supposedly the child didn't get a good spanking or other discipline?  ADD/ADHD is no joking matter and it sickens me to hear my teacher joke about it.  Several days in class he's said, "Come on pay attention, time for a ridalin uppage"  or "Come on lets be ADD instead of ADHD"  on February 12, 2008 at 2:35 here's how it went....girl: they all have ADD really bad today.  teacher; speaking of ADD let's have ____ read.  I don't know if this girl really does have add or if she just has many blonde moments, but that was completely idiotic for him to say.  I'm one of the better students in my grade, and I have ADHD.  one day, actually the day he made that last comment I wrote in my packet that we turn in at the end of the chapter "Pretty good for a girl who has ADHD huh?"  and on the next page I doodled a light switch that says "ON" and "OFF" and next to it I wrote "NEW, IMPROVED ADHD SWITCH" and under it I wrote "you can't just turn ADHD/ADD on or off"  since he checks them hopefully he'll get the message!  and if he doesn't, well, there's a reason I keep track of what he says now isn't there?  well, it pisses me off, what I do is whenever he does that I get mad I show that in my face and pretend to not pay attention and write down when it happens and what was said, I'm going to make a list of ADD/ADHD facts for an uneducated educator.  that's right I can be a total witch!  1) what is ADD/ADHD?  ADD-attention deficiet disorder ADHD-attention deficiet hyper activity disorder &lt;br /&gt;2) can any attention problem can be solved with medication?  NO!!!  for the people without add/adhd that take somebody's add/adhd medications, it's as if they are on crack!&lt;br /&gt;3) what rights do children with add/adhd have?  well, there are laws on the side of the child.  maybe if the school had known that and if my doctor hadn't been so forgetful, I wouldn't have failed some classes in 7th grade!  &lt;br /&gt;4) what laws are there?  well, there is the Individuals with Disabilities Education Act also known as IDEA, and Section 504 of the Rehabilitation Act of 1973.  Those two are MADE to make sure students receive the same education and activities as regular students.  &lt;br /&gt;5) how do they help?  they guarentee a free and appropriate public education (FAPE) &lt;br /&gt;6) what do they say?  According to Sue Watson at About.com there are nine key areas to the IDEA act.&lt;br /&gt;      What Are IDEA's 9 Basic Steps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. The child is identified as potentially requiring special education support. (Teacher notices or parent of pre-schooler identifies the need. The child presents symptoms or behaviors described in one of the 13 qualifying categories. IDEA also has a section 'Child Find'that requires States to identify, locate, and evaluate all children with disabilities, aged birth to 21, who will require early intervention or special education services. Parents should get in touch with the State's agency if they feel their child should be screened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. The Child is Then Evaluated. The evaluation will include the school team and the parent. IDEA states that t"he evaluation must gather relevant functional, developmental, and academic information about the child, including information provided by the parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. After evaluation, the eligibility is determined. Qualified professionals and the parent will determine the eligibility. The eligibility may be turned down if there is not enough data to support the eligibility. There is only a yes/no response to eligibility. If the response is no, the parents will be given information about what they can do, should they disagree with the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. An Individualized Education Program (IEP) meeting is scheduled. The IEP meeting must be scheduled within 30 days of the determination of the eligibility. More about IEPs here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5. The IEP is Written. This will give you some ideas of what will be contained in the IEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6. The Plan is Carried Out - Services Are Provided. In other words, the child is now receiving special education supports to ensure he/she reaches their full academic potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7. Ongoing measurement of progress and reporting to parents. It is important to ensure the child is making progress based on the IEP within the timeframes established.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   8. The IEP is reviewed. The IEP is a working document, it only makes sense to review it regularly to ensure that the child's educational needs are being met. The IEP school team will meet to determine what changes if any need to be made. Parents will always have a copy of the most recent IEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   9. Reevaluation. The main reason for the reevaluation is to determine if the child continues to meet the criteria outlined in IDEA in the 13 categories. Is the child still a child with a disability? This process will not occur anymore than once a year but must occur at least every 3 years. Parents and or teachers may request a reevaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      To see the IDEA regulations, this link provides the detailed information but takes some time to load.&lt;br /&gt;7) What are the 13 qualifying areas Sue talks about?  &lt;br /&gt; a. autism&lt;br /&gt; b. deaf or blindness&lt;br /&gt; c. developmental delays&lt;br /&gt; d. emotional disturbance&lt;br /&gt; e. hearing impairments &lt;br /&gt; f. mental retardation&lt;br /&gt; g. multiple disabilities&lt;br /&gt; h. orthapedic impairments&lt;br /&gt; i. other health impairments&lt;br /&gt; j. specific learning disabilities&lt;br /&gt; k. speech and language impairments&lt;br /&gt; l. traumatic brain injury&lt;br /&gt; m. visual impairments&lt;br /&gt;8) Where does ADD/ADHD fit in under these areas? ADD/ADHD fits under specific learning disabilities, emotional disturbance, and other health impairments&lt;br /&gt;9) What if the student is gifted? a gifted student is viewed as exceptional &lt;br /&gt;10) what does IDEA say specifically?  go here http://thomas.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/z?c108:h.1350.enr: to read it  or a full text here http://www.copaa.org/news/idea04.html&lt;br /&gt;11) when was ADD/ADHD put into IDEA?  September 1991&lt;br /&gt;12) what do students qualify for under IDEA? an evaluation, and if determined special education services, it's required that the services meet the students needs, which is determined when making and IEP or an Individualized Education Program, students also receive some or all of the following: appropriate special education and related services, the ability to attend private school at no expense to the family if the students needs are not met through the public schools special program&lt;br /&gt;13) what is section 504?  it is a civil rights law that is made to eliminate discrimination based on disability in any program or activity receiving federal financial assistance.  It also guarentees certain rights including FAPE for all children reguardless of how severe the disability is&lt;br /&gt;14) How do you qualify? a student must be determined to have a physical or mental impairment that limits at least one major life activity such as learning and behavior, the student has a record of having the impairment, or is reguarded as having the impairment.&lt;br /&gt;15) How does section 504 help? it makes sure the child has equal access to an education.  and will make changes to help the child. &lt;br /&gt;16) how does a student get covered under 504?  &lt;br /&gt; step 1.  give the school a WRITTEN request for an evaluation to determine if the disability is having a major impact on the child's learning conditions&lt;br /&gt; step 2.  get a copy of the school's district policies and procedures on section 504 &lt;br /&gt;17) does a child with ADD/ADHD choose to be bad? NO!!!  a child with ADD/ADHD cannot control their behavior and doesn't even realize that they arent paying attention or disobeying&lt;br /&gt;18) is a person with ADD/ADHD dumb?  NO!!! ADD/ADHD has NOTHING to do with intelligence!!!&lt;br /&gt;19) are people using ADD/ADHD as an excuse?  NO!! ADD/ADHD is a DISABILITY!!!  the person affected cannot control it!  &lt;br /&gt;20) can I catch ADD/ADHD?  NO!!!  ADD/ADHD does have causes, but it isn't contagious!  &lt;br /&gt;signed &lt;br /&gt;katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-7704210861651674893?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/7704210861651674893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=7704210861651674893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/7704210861651674893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/7704210861651674893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/02/adhd-overlooked.html' title='ADHD overlooked'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6252652871269311336</id><published>2008-02-21T18:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:30:05.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GLOGS</title><content type='html'>glogs, no that's not a typo mr. spellcheck!  this is a glog; actually, it's MY glog of a song I wrote called shadows&lt;br /&gt;hope it shows up lol &lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;br /&gt;kitkatbar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src= "http://www.glogster.com/glog.php?glog_id=62095&amp;scale=100" width="960" height="1300" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" style="overflow: hidden;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6252652871269311336?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6252652871269311336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6252652871269311336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6252652871269311336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6252652871269311336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/02/glogs.html' title='GLOGS'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-383287836064641885</id><published>2008-02-14T19:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:22:43.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines day ignored</title><content type='html'>dear blog(?)&lt;br /&gt; happy valentines day :) &lt;br /&gt; ...but I am ignored :(&lt;br /&gt;dont feel sorry for me it happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;just cause i'm the middle child&lt;br /&gt;felt i needed to type for today&lt;br /&gt;but thats enough&lt;br /&gt;l8r&lt;br /&gt;kitkatbar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-383287836064641885?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/383287836064641885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=383287836064641885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/383287836064641885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/383287836064641885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-ignored.html' title='valentines day ignored'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-1570094266538289051</id><published>2008-02-12T16:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:39:21.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://katkandoo.mypersonality.info" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/5/51437.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDI4NTU5NTM3MzQmcD1teXBlcnNvbmFsaXR5JTJFaW5mbyZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-1570094266538289051?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/1570094266538289051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=1570094266538289051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1570094266538289051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1570094266538289051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/02/personality.html' title='personality'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-5535108542612175404</id><published>2008-02-11T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:37:13.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>makeup doesnt cover everything...:(</title><content type='html'>dear blog(?)&lt;br /&gt;current song: some hearts and the rest of the "SOME HEARTS" cd&lt;br /&gt;mood: pissed&lt;br /&gt;makeup can hide a lot.  unwanted pimples, scratches, dark unwanted hair, but can makeup also hide a person's emotion? I know if you tried hard enough and had some other things it could change your identity...I guess some makeup could hide emotion but the person wearing it would have to try really hard.  Boyfriends can change a person's basically PERSONALITY!  my sister acts like such an idiot when her boyfriend is with her...she'll upset me doing stupid things or she'll let him do stupid things that upset me and she doesn't even freakin bother trying to apologize.  she did it freakin' twice today. I have a razor on my desk...right next to it is a padre pio medallion.  I really didn't plan it...I had the razor on my desk because I shaved last night, and the padre pio medallion was there because I pray with it.  I don't cut myself, I think thats stupid...but with them right next to each other its like the razor is a little devil on my shoulder saying, do it, you'll feel so much better, your brother did. besides your sister wont learn her lesson any other way, she wont see your pain any other way.  The medallion is saying pray for strength, you'll make it through this just like you've made it through everything else life has thrown at you.  You can be strong and if you can't just ask God for help.  want to know what I'm saying?  I'm saying, I may not be strong enough, I may not want to pray about strength, but I'm not weak enough to drag a razor across my wrist or any other part of me.  I'm strong enough to say no to that temptation.  I just wish millie would see that she does hurt me.  She's so inconsiderate especially when with her boyfriend.  and people wonder why i dont like my sister.people wonder why I scratch with one fingernail at my wrist...I don't have an answer to that last one...all I know is that I'm strong enough to not do anything too stupid.   I wish my sister was still that smart.  I don't know...if you liked this post tell me...otherwise, don't tell me...I really don't care...I'm in my room right now on my laptop...later&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;kitkatbar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-5535108542612175404?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/5535108542612175404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=5535108542612175404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5535108542612175404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5535108542612175404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/02/makeup-doesnt-cover-everything.html' title='makeup doesnt cover everything...:('/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-1316370356778216237</id><published>2008-02-10T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:18:05.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not gonna write you a love song</title><content type='html'>dear blog(?),&lt;br /&gt;current music: LOVE SONG-Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;hey whats up?  I've come to realize this...I may...and WILL miss that one guy that I keep talking about...but...I now know that he and I...in the LONG run wouldn't have worked out...now about the song...I heard it on the tv today...and i just am listening to it now because it's been running through my head.   valentines dey is getting closer...I'm kinda scared..no, not really...i dont need any boyfriends on v-day.  Valentines day is actually about Saint Valentine...so yea...anyway thats all for now&lt;br /&gt;love yall XD&lt;br /&gt;kitkatbar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-1316370356778216237?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/1316370356778216237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=1316370356778216237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1316370356778216237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1316370356778216237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-not-gonna-write-you-love-song.html' title='I&apos;m not gonna write you a love song'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-1730265447696895989</id><published>2008-02-09T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T22:49:02.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this is for the broken hearted</title><content type='html'>I know how you feel!&lt;br /&gt;basically...I'm still missing that one guy, but I know we'll never get back together...the worst part is...he still hasn't said he doesn't care...so I have to tell myself that he doesn't care...I just freaking want him back...when I'm cold...I put a blanket over me and if I close my eyes I end up seeing him as though his arms are around me again...I sound so freakin idiotic right now...I'm a desperate seeming idiot who can't get over a guy.  &lt;br /&gt;current song MY IMMORTAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;and if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I WISH THAT YOU WOULD JUST LEAVE&lt;br /&gt;cause your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;and it wont leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;these wounds wont seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;this pain is JUST TOO REAL&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS (not gonna type)&lt;br /&gt;you used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;by your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;your face it haunts&lt;br /&gt;my ONCE PLEASANT DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;your voice it chased away&lt;br /&gt;all the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;these wounds wont seem to heal &lt;br /&gt;this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;chorus (not typing)&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;but though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;chorus a final time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically what it's saying is.(in my words...for my experience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being where I am...stuck in a place of heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;you keep saying you'll leave but right now you're here so leave if you're gonna!&lt;br /&gt;my heart break wont leave&lt;br /&gt;the pain is way too real&lt;br /&gt;time cant erase the past&lt;br /&gt;I helped you when you cried, and were scared! i helped you all along...and I still love you completely.&lt;br /&gt;you were so mysterious&lt;br /&gt; you seemed perfect you would glow!&lt;br /&gt;i'm stuck with the memories&lt;br /&gt;i see you in my dreams which used to be good and its not good&lt;br /&gt;and your voice made me go crazy!&lt;br /&gt;i've tried to convince myself i cant have you!&lt;br /&gt;but you still hang out with me so its hard!&lt;br /&gt;i realize you never cared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats true to how i feel right now :'(&lt;br /&gt;other songs...on my mp3 player describing me:&lt;br /&gt;Addicted by Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully Broken Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;Broken Like an Angel Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;Going Under Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont freakin' know how to get over a heartbreak...the best you can do is go out with someone else...but i dont freakin want to!!!!  and i dont want to be heartbroken anymore...freakin' tell me how to get over him...NOW&lt;br /&gt;kitkatbar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-1730265447696895989?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/1730265447696895989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=1730265447696895989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1730265447696895989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1730265447696895989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-for-broken-hearted.html' title='this is for the broken hearted'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-3405924363403585159</id><published>2008-02-09T21:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T21:29:39.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>post secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/R65vfwhPN3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/F98wbvdYSxA/s1600-h/mysecret.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/R65vfwhPN3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/F98wbvdYSxA/s320/mysecret.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165188414031476594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear blog(?)&lt;br /&gt;post secret doesn't have an email in area...here's post secret &lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  here's my secret&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-3405924363403585159?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/3405924363403585159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=3405924363403585159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3405924363403585159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3405924363403585159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-secrets.html' title='post secrets'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/R65vfwhPN3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/F98wbvdYSxA/s72-c/mysecret.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-4972104556224888384</id><published>2008-02-09T12:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T13:13:43.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love on the mind yippee!</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?)&lt;br /&gt;current song(s) stuck in my head...on my mp3 player...hold on...I'm gonna grab it and listen to it....ok got it... songs are &lt;br /&gt;Tourniquet, going under, and immortal...mainly tourniquet...by evanescence&lt;br /&gt;Love...is weird..you'll have it one minute and not the next...here's lyrics I like in these songs...:&lt;br /&gt;"Am I too lost to be saved?"&lt;br /&gt;"My God, My tourniquet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...gonna save that for later the lyrics thing so that I can sing without fear that my family is gonna come in and hear me sucking lol XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but so...images and their quotes.&lt;br /&gt;here's how I'm going to start with a Q and A in () are my added and the answer is all me!&lt;br /&gt;If the fetus you save is gay...would you still fight for it's rights?! (without saying it has a disease or something?) &lt;br /&gt;A yes, I would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys are God's creation to make girls go CRAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the girl he's scared to lose, the one he can't walk away from knowing she's mad at him...the one who he can't fall asleep without her voice being the last one that he hears...the one he wouldn't know what to do without...the one he can't even picture being without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now&lt;br /&gt;kitkatbar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-4972104556224888384?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/4972104556224888384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=4972104556224888384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4972104556224888384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4972104556224888384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-on-mind-yippee.html' title='Love on the mind yippee!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-3599731825741863488</id><published>2008-02-06T18:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:23:43.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm letting you into a girls mind so be greatful!</title><content type='html'>dear blog(?)&lt;br /&gt;to every confused boy who doesn't know what she wants...I'll tell you...what every girl wants...&lt;br /&gt;we act the way we do so that we don't get hurt, we lie at times so we don't seem weak, we all want our happy ending, we read books with happy endings over and over again if we can't get it in real life, we'll fight over fictional characters like Edward Cullen, we'll NEVER stop caring about the boys in our past; but we wont care about them as much as we care about you now, we'll cry ourselves to sleep; usually thinking about mistakes or heartbreak, we love to watch chickflicks because we all imagine thats how one day we know we've found our true love, there will be days where nothing bad has happened no pms or anything and well just feeling like cussing every other word, even if we are sick and tired of love songs...we'll sing along word for word if one comes on the radio, we'll jump on our bed when our fave song comes on, well imagine the perfect moment with you, well keep every note you wrote us (unless we find it after the break up then...STRAIGHT TO THE TRASH CAN!!!), there are times well let our hair fall in our face just so you will push it out of the way then kiss us, we know the perfect moment will come someday...just not sure when, there are days when we barely eat anything and there are days when we cant stop eating!!!, we'll write about you in a public way and know that youll never know its about you, we can make ANY song make us think about you, not all of us like wearing make up, sometimes we just feel pretty in loose clothes, there are times we feel goregeous even when you cant see us, we like to be weird!!!!,  and most of all...EVEN WE DONT UNDERSTAND A GIRLS MIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always, so good luck boys,&lt;br /&gt;kitkatbar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-3599731825741863488?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/3599731825741863488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=3599731825741863488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3599731825741863488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3599731825741863488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-letting-you-into-girls-mind-so-be.html' title='i&apos;m letting you into a girls mind so be greatful!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6140019660460893521</id><published>2008-02-05T14:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T14:40:13.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Relgion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/R6jG8L_Lj6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Clau9qOHQm0/s1600-h/faith.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/R6jG8L_Lj6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Clau9qOHQm0/s320/faith.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163595710092513186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/R6jGuL_Lj5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/TObuH8CFcag/s1600-h/andipray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/R6jGuL_Lj5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/TObuH8CFcag/s320/andipray.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163595469574344594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/R6jGhr_Lj4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/meiy0LbvcF4/s1600-h/catholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/R6jGhr_Lj4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/meiy0LbvcF4/s320/catholic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163595254825979778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blog(?)&lt;br /&gt;I just found out...I'M NOT CATHOLIC!  Well...at least according to some people...somehow at lunch we got on religion...and which religion each of us were...I said "I'm Catholic" and my friend...(I don't want to start any drama so not naming her) said, "no you're not." and I said, "yea I am" she goes, "you don't go to my church"  me: "I dont go to any church, I used to go to one in [insert place here] but I dont go anymore."  her: "Then you're not Catholic."  &lt;br /&gt;basically...she was saying that because I dont go to church I'm not Catholic...I think I MISSED that rule...I think I was baptized Catholic, I know I had first communion as a Catholic, and I was confirmed as a Catholic.  so yes, I'm Catholic!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To someone else, who I hope is reading this (not trying to make you mad or anything, just trying to let you know):&lt;br /&gt;I will NEVER have the EXACT same thoughts on the Bible as you do.  NEVER!  You may think everybody in your church does, but trust me they DON'T they may have most of the ideas the same but not all of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me this...if you and I BOTH read the book...lets say...ANNIE'S BABY...we'd both have different opinions on it right?  that is due to interpretation of the text.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing goes for the Bible.  The reason there are different religions is people disagreed about the bible...the different religion thing is they disagreed about some main parts and so they broke apart.  Everyone can interpret the bible his or her own way.  NOBODY will ever have all the exact same thoughts on it.  if the bible says 'you must go to church' you may interpret it the way that you take it now...as in GO TO CHURCH...the way I take it, is you must have your own relationship with God, one that you like, one that you're proud of!  One where you are completely honest with Him.  That is what I think the bible means when it says "GO TO CHURCH"  everybody interprets things differently.  If they didn't either EVERYBODY would believe in God the EXACT SAME WAY, or nobody would believe in Him...when you read ANYTHING you have to interpret it...and you don't know if the bible is translated completely correct...and you don't know if anything is left out!  the only way you could know is if you are God Himself, which you're not!  OR If you somehow got a working time machine, went back in time to when the Bible was written, learned the language FLAWLESSLY and made sure nobody made any errors or lost anything in translation, AND THEN you'd have to go back EVEN FARTHER to Jesus and ask him if that's EXACTLY what He wanted in the Bible.  There are many factors here.  You can't believe EVERYTHING you read...and if you do...I'm happy for you...but as a great man to me says, "Question.  Everything."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6140019660460893521?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6140019660460893521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6140019660460893521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6140019660460893521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6140019660460893521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/02/relgion.html' title='Relgion'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/R6jG8L_Lj6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Clau9qOHQm0/s72-c/faith.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-9056273776525997040</id><published>2008-02-04T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:09:17.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M GOING CRAZY</title><content type='html'>dear blog(?)&lt;br /&gt;current song: thank God Even Crazy Dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;mood: CrAzY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhh I swear I think he's TRYING to torture me...watch me struggle!!! IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY THAT HE WONT READ (and if he already has then reply to) MY LAST EMAIL....gahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;kitkatbar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-9056273776525997040?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/9056273776525997040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=9056273776525997040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/9056273776525997040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/9056273776525997040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-going-crazy.html' title='I&apos;M GOING CRAZY'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-2749713359691717700</id><published>2008-02-04T07:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T07:17:02.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FEBRUARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/R6cQE7_Lj3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/9GB4rP5V3Wg/s1600-h/feb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/R6cQE7_Lj3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/9GB4rP5V3Wg/s320/feb.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163113174811774834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada!  I made that one too OOOH lol well theres a two hour late start so...maybe i'll find out the answer to my questions sometime soon...**crosses fingers**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-2749713359691717700?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/2749713359691717700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=2749713359691717700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/2749713359691717700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/2749713359691717700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/02/february.html' title='FEBRUARY'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/R6cQE7_Lj3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/9GB4rP5V3Wg/s72-c/feb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6338821079349240457</id><published>2008-02-03T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:18:49.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A place of my own</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog:&lt;br /&gt;Current music: just ending "dont forget to remember me" Carrie Underwood   basically listening to "SOME HEARTS" album...top three songs to describe me&lt;br /&gt;some hearts&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD YOU SO&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;STARTS WITH GOODBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER BOWL SUNDAY YIPPEEE **fingers twirl around in the air like 'party'**&lt;br /&gt;yea I'm not that into super bowl...for me it's a SNOOZE FEST...and math sucks...I've had a headache all day...but its gone now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...if anyones reading this here I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have a place of your own?  a place when you go when stressed out majorly!?  I do...at my moms its my bedroom...at my dads...its my closet...lol...we recently redid it so that it is a reading room for me..stressed out majorly...not sure if I'm going to get good or bad news...trying not to bite my nails...scared to death...if its bad news I dont want to be told it in public...I can NOT show weakness...and WHY am I telling the world this?  but then again the world doesnt read this so its more like telling myself it...I'm rambling aren't I?  anyway...I DONT want to show people that I'm weak...why? i have no clue!!  why is everyone afraid of showing weakness???  would there be world peace if everyone showed it?  or chaos...and i just got an email...so I'm totally freaked...l8r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6338821079349240457?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6338821079349240457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6338821079349240457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6338821079349240457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6338821079349240457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/02/place-of-my-own.html' title='A place of my own'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-4438312963427100204</id><published>2008-01-31T17:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:28:14.388-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phrases'/><title type='text'>Feeling Quotey?</title><content type='html'>quotes about me, myself, AND I right now....&lt;br /&gt;(if "he" is in caps like "HE" that means a certain he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I wanna be the girl he gives his hoodie to wear and cuddles up next to when its cold.  he'll be the one who comes up and wraps his arms around me and catches me off guard and whispers 'You look beautiful'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to JERRI AND ZOZO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;it's the times we're so CrAzY that people think we're high.  It's the times we laugh so hard we can't help but cry.  It's all of the inside jokes and 'remember whens' It's those times we hope never end&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I write for the same reason I breathe...because if I didn't I'd die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So... I'm basically your average teenage girl...my hair NEVER goes the way I want it to go...my room can't stay clean for more than a day!  and there is this one guy I'm absolutely crazy about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;behind this smile...is EVERYTHING you'll never understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a special one...that I edited to fit my needs...promise you'll read this...you know who you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I broke up with you because I was TERRIFIED that you could actually make me feel something so strong and true&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just remembered something that I think you need to know...&lt;br /&gt;when you first started going to my school...I remember thinking how cute and mysterious you were...how I'd love to get to know you better...and then my friend (not naming anyone) she's the boy crazy thinks every new guy likes her...started saying how she liked you and how you liked her...now I'm not sure if that was ever true...but when I heard that...it crushed me...Want to know something else???  You are still the cute, mysterious boy I want so badly to figure out...but I gave that up...and I can't figure out why in the world I gave that up...I keep working up the nerve and then chickening out to ask for one more chance...I'd stop if you told me you didn't care about me like that anymore...so just tell...me DO YOU OR DON'T YOU CARE ABOUT ME?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one last thing...I dont just want you for a boyfriend...I want you to be one of my best friends, I want to feel as happy as I always did when I was with you...I want to go to sleep thinking about your voice...I want to learn from my mistakes...I'm afraid to make mistakes around anyone else...when you held me in your arms it felt like...it felt like nothing was wrong in the world...no matter how much I had screwed up...I want that feeling again..I want you again...I dont want you in my life for a little while...I want you in THAT place in my heart for a long long time..I'm SO sorry for what I did, I dont know why I was so stubborn...you know how sometimes people have something they are looking for right in front of them and dont realize it til its gone?  I wanted a fairy tale romance...and I had that yet willingly gave it up...you said you wouldn't go out with me again...but I also remember...you dont make promises...so that means if you truly want to you can, if you truly care about me you can...I've never been this sorry for anything in my life!  and if you don't want me...just tell me one thing...that you no longer care about me like that...then I'll stop...&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy you know that...I dont want to try...but if it would get you to consider loving me again, I'd walk around the world multiple times...my heart feels so cold without you...one last time...just tell me you don't care about me, and I'll stop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-4438312963427100204?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/4438312963427100204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=4438312963427100204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4438312963427100204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4438312963427100204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/feeling-quotey.html' title='Feeling Quotey?'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-575067816881065972</id><published>2008-01-31T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:27:22.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DRIVER beep</title><content type='html'>Dear blog(?)&lt;br /&gt;current song: (2)&lt;br /&gt;* IMAGINE (the lines: IMAGINE THERE'S NO HEAVEN IT'S EASY IF YOU TRY")&lt;br /&gt;* BRING THE HOUSE DOWN (I put the lyrics in this a couple days back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway reason for title....my sis is a BEEP....my reasoning behind this:&lt;br /&gt;first off...she basically killed her car...so she's been borrowing chris' (stepdad)&lt;br /&gt;and he drove us to his work today and got out...she had called shotgun so I was sitting in the back seat.  Chris leaves and she turns to me and says..."You better get into the front seat I'm not being you Fu**ing chauffer" (Dont know how its spelled) and I say, no millie you're not my chauffer so lets just go to school...she goes "No!  you better get in the front because if you don't I wont drive until you do...and that means you'll be late and I can make up my first hour class...you can't!"  so I climb up front...she's so selfish!!!  and then when we get to the school I was sitting quietly the whole way and she says, "You know you can say thanks for the ride" and I just sit there "..."  then she says, "fine be a bi*ch" yea...so MIGRANE....:(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea I just got a bunch of CDS to borrow...all 4 led zepplin, some others too...chris is trying to make my music better or at least enrich me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love&lt;br /&gt;hope you had a better day than me&lt;br /&gt;kitkat bar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-575067816881065972?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/575067816881065972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=575067816881065972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/575067816881065972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/575067816881065972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/driver-beep.html' title='DRIVER beep'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-1279115620868184708</id><published>2008-01-30T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T18:00:17.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>can't be mad today</title><content type='html'>current song:  CRAZY DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that song fits :)&lt;br /&gt; I JUST GOT A SOLO (ok WORD SOLO)  meaning I speak it...BUT ITS STILL FREAKIN' COOL I THOUGHT MR JOHNSON HATED ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-1279115620868184708?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/1279115620868184708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=1279115620868184708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1279115620868184708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1279115620868184708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/cant-be-mad-today.html' title='can&apos;t be mad today'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-1675451906722482449</id><published>2008-01-30T07:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T07:20:12.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no more quotes</title><content type='html'>that's right...no more quotes...at least...when explaining how I feel to a person...that one person..it's gonna be ALL my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go l8r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-1675451906722482449?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/1675451906722482449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=1675451906722482449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1675451906722482449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1675451906722482449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-more-quotes.html' title='no more quotes'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-873794140008018265</id><published>2008-01-29T18:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:30:27.614-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phrases'/><title type='text'>subtle clues?</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?)&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dropped hints to someone, yet the had no clue what you were doing?  I hate that, because to you it seems SO obvious, but it's not.  and if it is...they are REALLY good at ignoring.  I'm not looking forward to doing homework because it's boring and i think something goooooood might happen tonight...I wont tell you what it is in fear of jinxing it...YES I BELIEVE IN JINXES...lol kinda...anyway...how about some more quotes *SHOCKER*?! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love is like a movie, someone always ends up getting hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and all she wants is a fairy tale ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;teddy bears dont hug back, but sometimes, they're the best you've got!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the more you show your feelings, the more you get hurt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and just because she comes off strong doesn't mean she didn't fall asleep crying and even though she acts like nothing is wrong maybe just maybe shes really good at lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;theres a big difference in letting go and pretending you've forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the more her heart breaks the louder her music goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it's not gonna be easy, it's gonna be really hard, we're gonna have to work at it every day, but I WANT TO DO THAT because I WANT YOU all of you, forever you and me, every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I want someone to fall in love with the way I laugh and with my smile.  I want someone to listen to the ramblings on my inner child. someone who touches my face and brushes the hair from my eyes.  I want someone who loves me, or at least holds me like that do.  But I ONLY WANT THAT IF IT MEANTS BEING WITH YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now folks&lt;br /&gt;i've got some idiotic homework to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-873794140008018265?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/873794140008018265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=873794140008018265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/873794140008018265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/873794140008018265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/subtle-clues.html' title='subtle clues?'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-5540177173915722700</id><published>2008-01-29T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T16:27:31.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE LAST CHANCE?</title><content type='html'>I've got a secret&lt;br /&gt;It's about a girl, and a bet&lt;br /&gt;She keeps asking for one more chance&lt;br /&gt;as long as you're there the question will last&lt;br /&gt;She hears people saying 'I should've done this, I should've said that.'&lt;br /&gt;they all have one think in common: regret&lt;br /&gt;I could be with them one of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;crying in silent, or crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;you've taught me a lesson&lt;br /&gt;but it's more like a blessing&lt;br /&gt;to listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;from the very very start&lt;br /&gt;you see, I listened to my head&lt;br /&gt;and got heartbreak instead&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to get you back&lt;br /&gt;your love is the most important think I lack&lt;br /&gt;can you tell me,&lt;br /&gt;honestly, truthfully&lt;br /&gt;that you've NEVER cried all night?&lt;br /&gt;Never prayed everything would be alright?&lt;br /&gt;But it's HERE I stand&lt;br /&gt;hoping this poem isn't bland&lt;br /&gt;I want to see tat look in your eye&lt;br /&gt;this is it, this is me, I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;please don't say I'm too late&lt;br /&gt;it wont work, or worse, that you hate!&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out&lt;br /&gt;and standing on a ledge &lt;br /&gt;I wont stop til you say you don't care anymore&lt;br /&gt;I won't stop, until you close that door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-5540177173915722700?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/5540177173915722700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=5540177173915722700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5540177173915722700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5540177173915722700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-last-chance.html' title='ONE LAST CHANCE?'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-761825276189900923</id><published>2008-01-27T20:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:30:20.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>questions that you'll probably never answer</title><content type='html'>Dear Boy,&lt;br /&gt;You may never read this, and you may never know it exists.  But this is what's in my heart right here and now, and I need it out in the open.  I'm praying that you'll read it.  Did I break your heart?  If I did, I'm so sorry.  Would you want me back?  If you hadn't said what you did.  Would you hold me close, and tell me it'll be all right, hold me tight?  Would you tell me, my sins are forgiven?  Like the Lord Our God.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go...song inspiration...but honestly...one last quesiton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still care about me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-761825276189900923?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/761825276189900923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=761825276189900923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/761825276189900923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/761825276189900923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/questions-that-youll-probably-never.html' title='questions that you&apos;ll probably never answer'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-2722570653386240489</id><published>2008-01-27T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:17:24.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY FOUND IT</title><content type='html'>lyrics that have been RUNNING THROUGH MY HEAD FOR TWO WEEKS  a song we sang at camp...I could remember everything but the chorus which bugged me::&lt;br /&gt;Bring The House Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night draws in, let the game begin&lt;br /&gt;It's a groove thing&lt;br /&gt;Let your feet decide, gonna catch a ride&lt;br /&gt;Keep on movin'&lt;br /&gt;So let's go away&lt;br /&gt;The mood can't be that hard to reach&lt;br /&gt;The night will just take us there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all you gotta do is&lt;br /&gt;All you gotta do is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring the house down&lt;br /&gt;Raise the roof and get on the floor&lt;br /&gt;(House down, raise the roof and get on the floor)&lt;br /&gt;Let's bring the house down&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna hear you shouting more, more, more&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna hear some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in bed, with a sleepy head&lt;br /&gt;Doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;You can always try, just to walk on but&lt;br /&gt;It will pull you in&lt;br /&gt;We're flying away&lt;br /&gt;We fall into this fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Where the groove will carry us on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all we gotta do is&lt;br /&gt;All we gotta do is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring the house down&lt;br /&gt;Raise the roof and get on the floor&lt;br /&gt;(House down, raise the roof and get on the floor)&lt;br /&gt;Let's bring the house down&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna hear you shouting more, more, more&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna hear some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody do your thing&lt;br /&gt;Let's bring the house down&lt;br /&gt;Everybody spread your wings&lt;br /&gt;Let's bring the house down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's go away&lt;br /&gt;The mood can't be that hard to reach&lt;br /&gt;The night will just take us there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all you gotta do is&lt;br /&gt;All you gotta do is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring the house down&lt;br /&gt;Raise the roof and get on the floor&lt;br /&gt;(House down, raise the roof and get on the floor)&lt;br /&gt;Let's bring the house down&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna hear you shouting more, more, more&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna hear some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bring The House Down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-2722570653386240489?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/2722570653386240489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=2722570653386240489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/2722570653386240489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/2722570653386240489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally-found-it.html' title='FINALLY FOUND IT'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-5819318697931194433</id><published>2008-01-26T16:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:30:56.271-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phrases'/><title type='text'>broken heartsville located near disappointment central</title><content type='html'>not in the mood to talk so heres quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just because she comes off STRONG doesn't mean she didn't fall ASLEEP crying and even though she ACTS as if nothing is wrong maybe, JUST MAYBE...she's really good at lying&lt;br /&gt;*he made her paranoid that shed get hurt again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more at this time..im just gonna look through them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-5819318697931194433?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/5819318697931194433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=5819318697931194433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5819318697931194433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5819318697931194433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/broken-heartsville-located-near.html' title='broken heartsville located near disappointment central'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-8646578618226334064</id><published>2008-01-21T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:07:03.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BETRAYED BY A SISTER</title><content type='html'>Being betrayed by a sister&lt;br /&gt;is like having your heart shattered&lt;br /&gt;you feel the pain,&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;Then she expects everything to be ok&lt;br /&gt;So you stare at her, not knowing what to say&lt;br /&gt;You know you should be used to this&lt;br /&gt;but each time it starts&lt;br /&gt;you get a fresh, new, scar&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't even care&lt;br /&gt;that you're hiding the pain behind all that hair&lt;br /&gt;She's broken your heart more times than you can count&lt;br /&gt;but shes still the one you pray about&lt;br /&gt;every night, asking God for help&lt;br /&gt;and she only seems concerned about herself&lt;br /&gt;you thought you could trust her&lt;br /&gt;she knows you wouldn't bust her&lt;br /&gt;you kept her secrets locked up deep inside&lt;br /&gt;while she goes out, parties, and lies&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't ask if you're ok&lt;br /&gt;and when she does, she doesn't matter anyway&lt;br /&gt;You keep telling yourself you'll survive&lt;br /&gt;and then more pain from her arrives&lt;br /&gt;she wont here you out&lt;br /&gt;but she expects you to memorize everything she talks about&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't care about anyone but herself&lt;br /&gt;never asking about anyone else&lt;br /&gt;being betrayed by a sister&lt;br /&gt;is like having your heart SHATTERED&lt;br /&gt;all you feel is the pain&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-8646578618226334064?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/8646578618226334064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=8646578618226334064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/8646578618226334064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/8646578618226334064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/betrayed-by-sister.html' title='BETRAYED BY A SISTER'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-751875958256959808</id><published>2008-01-21T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:38:35.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG WEEK</title><content type='html'>Dear blog, &lt;br /&gt;well first off&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MARTIN LUTHER KING JUNIOR DAY&lt;br /&gt;second...was Martin Luther King and Martin Luther King Junior named after martin luther???  not sure...next...I'm reading a book called "KISS AND BLOG"  its really good so far :D  ummm....SICK AND TIRED of stupid drama!!!  this one girl who used to be friends with my sister and previously to this I had nothing against her and I dont know what I did!  she had spent the night at my bffs house a couple weeks ago with my bffs sister...and they were talking about me and my sis behind my back!!!  (our backs??)  this girl called me a bitch!!!  I dont know how I deserve this!  and she said my sister was still into drugs and that because I'm a (insert last name here) I'll get into them too, and I'll get into trouble with the cops for the same reason!!!  and then my bffs sis picked her up from my house and as soon as she walked in said, "What the FUCK did you tell them??"  meaning there WAS something to hide!!  and she goes on like "blah blah blah just because their dad is an asshole"  which is where I jump in "For the record, I dont think my dad's an asshole" (which i rarely cuss)  she held up her hand in a totatl (talk to the hand) sort of way and said whatever...yea...and then my other friends uncle had a massive heart attack and was sent to the hospital where they basically killed their grandpa (long story not gonna tell you!)  and as far as I know he's all right now...and then a girl on the basketball team's dad has pancreas cancer...which isn't good...:(  so I felt really bad about being so self involved and then saturday I had a show choir thing on the way there im sitting in the front of the bus listening to music...on the way back, one of the adult chaperones tells me (since I have my own seat) to double up with someone because each of the adults wants their own seat...when I get back there...theres only one seat with only one person...he makes a big deal and I end up sitting in the WAY back seat...where 2 girls (morgan and alexis) (I have had problems with them before, but 2 things 1, thats another story, and 2, it was awhile ago so i was just treating them nicely)  they said, "You know you're not supposed to sit back here" &lt;br /&gt;Me: Says who?&lt;br /&gt;them: the adults&lt;br /&gt;me: well, nobody else wants to sit with me, and this is the only open seat, so i'm sorry, if they tell me to move, I will.&lt;br /&gt;them: roll their eyes&lt;br /&gt;me: put headphones in&lt;br /&gt;them: (one of them opens a candy wrapper and throws the trash back at me) (they turn to look)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I just pick it up off my lap and set it on the floor and go back to listening to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 the way home alexis falls asleep and morgan moves to sit with cathy (one of my friends) who is sitting across the aisle from me.&lt;br /&gt;they start laughing really loud&lt;br /&gt;me: excuse me, could you please turn the volume down a bit?  I'm trying to listen to music.(headphones go back in)&lt;br /&gt;them: laughing LOUDER NOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;a few min later they are even LOUDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: can you please tune in down??&lt;br /&gt;them: laughing NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this happens a total of about five times and when they dont tune it down i turn up the volume and eventually its at full volume)&lt;br /&gt;then my friend carey gets into it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they make all these animal noises at the top of their lungs (it seems) and theres a bunch of people yelling for them to shut up...and I say&lt;br /&gt;ME: could you please tune it down?  I'm trying to listen to my music and I cant hear it&lt;br /&gt;(they only get louder)&lt;br /&gt;then they ask my friend kayla to use her cell phone and I blurt out &lt;br /&gt;Kayla you know you probably shouldnt let them, if they aren't going to be polite you shouldnt&lt;br /&gt;them: rude much?&lt;br /&gt;Me; You're right, I'M the rude one&lt;br /&gt;them: what?&lt;br /&gt;me: goes back to listening to music and its like this the whole way HOME!!  and the worst part all the adults were in the front and either sleeping or listening to music and our teacher was on the other bus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I got hit on by an old FART!!! FOR REAL 1st he was a photographer here's what went down&lt;br /&gt;we are getting ready to watch the senior show choir that my sis is in...theres only 1 seat..next to this guy so I ask him&lt;br /&gt;me: excuse me, is this seat saved for anyone?&lt;br /&gt;him: only for a gorgeous lady so go ahead&lt;br /&gt;me: laughs nervously and sits down...&lt;br /&gt;kayla whos sitting on the other side of me gets up to leave since she couldnt sit their cause shes not a family member to anyone performing...&lt;br /&gt;me: I get up to try and get her to come back and then one of my sis's friends krystl sits where I had been sitting and the seat on the other side of her is open so I just sit down there&lt;br /&gt;old guy to krystl: you see that woman right there? &lt;br /&gt;krystl: (doesnt understand the old guys talkin about me!)&lt;br /&gt;old guy: she was sitting right there, and got up and ran away so fast I couldn't even ask her phone number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS FREAKY&lt;br /&gt;and apparently he was hitting on another friend of mine too!!! &lt;br /&gt;him: where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;her: (insert town here)&lt;br /&gt;him: well in (insert town here) they must have something in the tap water because you are GOREGEOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea totally freaky....me and my sis have recently been having STRANGE convos &lt;br /&gt;i'll fill you in later&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-751875958256959808?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/751875958256959808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=751875958256959808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/751875958256959808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/751875958256959808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-week.html' title='LONG WEEK'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6858031156825017829</id><published>2008-01-16T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:52:08.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A GIRL WANTS IN A GUY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1)    A guy who would move the hair out of my face and then kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;2)   He would give me bear hugs.&lt;br /&gt;3)   tell his friends about me while smiling.&lt;br /&gt;4)   make out with me in the pouring rain (NOAH AND ALLIE)&lt;br /&gt;5)   argue with me about STUPID/SILLY things and then we'd kiss and make up :D.&lt;br /&gt;6)   kiss me on new years eve and count stars with me.&lt;br /&gt;7)   who would stay home on a friday and watch a movie with me&lt;br /&gt;8)   He'd tell me I'm beautiful (not too often though, then we wouldn't believe you!)&lt;br /&gt;9)   make me laugh in a way only he can.&lt;br /&gt;10) he'd be my bff and NEVER break my heart&lt;br /&gt;11) calls me beautiful instead of hot&lt;br /&gt;12) hold my hand in public and make all the girls jealous&lt;br /&gt;13) calls me back when I hung up on him&lt;br /&gt;14) lay under the stars and listen to your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;15) stay awake to watch me sleep ...zzz. Zzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;16) kisses my forehead&lt;br /&gt;17) keeps a picture of me in his wallet&lt;br /&gt;18) shows me off to the world in sweatpants (ME in the sweats)&lt;br /&gt;19) holds hands in front of friends&lt;br /&gt;20) pretty w.o makeup&lt;br /&gt;21) mentions how lucky he is to have you/how much he cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;22) sings to me at random moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23) let me sleep on his chest&lt;br /&gt;24) if someone called me a name would get mad&lt;br /&gt;25) WOULD NOT JUST CALL ME HIS GIRL (i'm my OWN person)&lt;br /&gt;26) calls me to say goodnight or texts...and does the same in the morning&lt;br /&gt;27) if I act dumb he throws a stuffed animal at me and then kisses me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;28) someone who would make me laff (laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok...so when I find this...I'll be in heaven cause there ain't anyone on earth that can do ALL those things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6858031156825017829?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6858031156825017829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6858031156825017829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6858031156825017829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6858031156825017829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-girl-wants-in-guy.html' title='WHAT A GIRL WANTS IN A GUY'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-5144968714526566169</id><published>2008-01-16T07:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T07:14:12.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LMAO!</title><content type='html'>first off, sorry, I've been busy lately and there's been un-necessary drama in my life (but isnt all drama unnecessary?) anyways I'll update after school...last night LOL  I was walking from my stepdads truck to my house I had my hands COMPLETELY full (LOL) I had a bookbag, cd case, cd player, coat, and some other stuff....and I'm just talking and all of a sudden I slip and fall on ice...I fall so fast that I dont realize I'm falling until I'm on my back looking up at the sky...I start laughing my ass off!!!  Chris asks if I'm ok, after I'm able to control some of the laughter, I say yes.  and then I laugh again and hes asking are you sure youre ok?  I reply yes, and I walk into the house...mom asks me why im laughing...I am laughing too hard to explain it too her LOL...anyway...i'll type after school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-5144968714526566169?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/5144968714526566169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=5144968714526566169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5144968714526566169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5144968714526566169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/lmao.html' title='LMAO!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-1153419817186465092</id><published>2008-01-13T16:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T16:53:34.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AVOIDED</title><content type='html'>Dear blog(?)&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm being avoided&lt;br /&gt;I logged on to msn, I see tornado on and I'm not planning on typing to him or anything...but he logs off asap...I think hes avoiding me...BUT WHY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-1153419817186465092?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/1153419817186465092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=1153419817186465092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1153419817186465092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1153419817186465092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/avoided.html' title='AVOIDED'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6849264484924750142</id><published>2008-01-12T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:46:00.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DITCHED</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog&lt;br /&gt;all in all, tonight turned out well.  this is the second day I've done 250 situps...and I still haven't hurt, not at all...either, i still have musles from this summer, OR more likely, i'm doin' the freakin' situps wrong!  Me and Katlyn watched "THE LABYRINTH" today LOL originally our phrase was from HAPPY FEET (her: Why are you hugging me?  ME: he told me to Her: well stop it me: no, you know you like it.) now our phrase is ALSO (ME: did she say it yet?  HER: shut up!) LOL so anyway...not really sure what happened.  Here's what I know!  Katlyn and I were at the girls basketball game.  the jv played and won, and then I texted kayla (I dont think she got it) saying the game was about to start.  in the time inbetween, we called kayla...(in between games) she, jhonkey, and tornado got there.  Everyone knows that jhonkey doesn't like katlyn for some strange unknown reason!  Me and Katlyn were messin' around and he, kayla, and tornado were acting all...strange, like they felt awkward in our presence...and we offer for them to sit behind us (we are the managers) and kayla and tornado have done it before, they decide not to, that they'll sit on the other side of the gym...and right before varsity's half time they call katlyns cell and ask her to hand the phone over to me, she says that they're going out to eat since they haven't eaten anything yet.  I say ok...and then the timer buzzes after we are off the phone, so I run out into the commons and ask to talk to her alone, and she says its fine...i tell her how I'm NOT trying to sound mean, I don't know if she did it on purpose, but when katlyn and I were out in the commons before varsity game, she and jhonkey were acking REALLLLLY strange around us...and kayla said that katlyn was acting like a little kid, and I tell her how I was too.  she says "true"  and then she asks if she upset katlyn, and I said, kinda...so she says "I'm sorry" I told her not to tell me, to tell katlyn and she said she'd call her cell later....then later she calls the cell again talks to me and says they just got their food and that I should call them when the games over...but I tell her I'll call her when I get home and she said ok...I did and then she said they'd all be there soon.  about 10:30 (they were like supposed to go home about that time) my stepdad tells me to call kayla, so I start to with katlyns cell and the house phone rings and its kayla...saying she wasn't supposed to go out to eat she's grounded for two days and can't come over, the boys went home too...now I'm kinda wondering...did she ditch us?  she's ditched me before...tell me what you think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6849264484924750142?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6849264484924750142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6849264484924750142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6849264484924750142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6849264484924750142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/ditched.html' title='DITCHED'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-5204654918727326601</id><published>2008-01-11T13:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T13:30:09.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>subconsiously????</title><content type='html'>dear blog&lt;br /&gt;my friends are coming over...some of them have never been inside my house, never in my room but I ended up totally picking it completely up today...so its clean but I put my stuffed frog (ribbit) out on my pillow...like showing who i am...am I subconsiously trying to show my ex what hes missing?  I also put out my romeo and juliet book I put my good smelling stuff (bath stuff) up a shelf so you could see all the books I read...I put my cds out in the open, I set up my microphone...and put my song books on my bed...am I trying to show off?  I have noooo clue....anyway, I'm typing this up and listening to carrie underwood...ilu all!  ttyl...SEMESTER TESTS ARE OVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-5204654918727326601?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/5204654918727326601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=5204654918727326601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5204654918727326601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5204654918727326601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/subconsiously.html' title='subconsiously????'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-8446726116724328598</id><published>2008-01-10T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:39:04.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS HIM :'(</title><content type='html'>dear blog...I've been really busy this week, and now its hitting me...I MISS HIM SOOOOOO BADLY RIGHT NOW and tomorrow he's coming over to my house (not along...with some other friends)  but shit, i miss the hell out of him...and I dont know if he loves me and is just sticking to his guns...or if he really doesn't care about me...he's inspiring me, to write songs...not the best songs...but they are ok...damn I miss him!.....&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;by Katie Wiley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;I made a mistake oh--&lt;br /&gt;I made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;I made a mistake oh--&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck writing this song&lt;br /&gt;when I'm done I know it'll sound wrong&lt;br /&gt;I let go-scared of gettin' hurt&lt;br /&gt;and a heart break&lt;br /&gt;but it's too late&lt;br /&gt;WHY DIDN'T I KNOW THAT I LOVED YOU&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL NOW?&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID IT TAKE ME THIS LONG&lt;br /&gt;TO FIGURE OUT?&lt;br /&gt;THEN YOU SHOT ME DOWN BANG!&lt;br /&gt;AND THE TEARS ARE FALLING DOWN LIKE RAIN&lt;br /&gt;I probably deserved this&lt;br /&gt;then I told you I was starting to miss you&lt;br /&gt;I started to miss you!&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;but the tears aren't falling down like rain&lt;br /&gt;I can't cry, there's just too much pain&lt;br /&gt;I'll sit here doin' nothin'&lt;br /&gt;I'll pre-occupy myself doin' somethin'&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I was scared of this&lt;br /&gt;it's what I feel&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want it to get this real&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;I let it get this real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-8446726116724328598?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/8446726116724328598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=8446726116724328598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/8446726116724328598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/8446726116724328598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-him.html' title='I MISS HIM :&apos;('/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-3054778460816307854</id><published>2008-01-10T07:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T07:09:11.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw you from across the room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Because u just opened this u will have the BEST LUCK this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;and the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur gonna get a bf / gf.&lt;br /&gt;ur gonna get an A on all ur tests.&lt;br /&gt;ur gonna get 20 new friends.&lt;br /&gt;ur gonna fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT u have to repost this bulletin with a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"im naked"&lt;br /&gt;"gold digger"&lt;br /&gt;"we broke up"&lt;br /&gt;"im moving.....peace"&lt;br /&gt;"i got a girl pregnant!"&lt;br /&gt;"im 8 weeks pregnant"&lt;br /&gt;"i lost my virginity"&lt;br /&gt;"im bi"&lt;br /&gt;''im going to kill myself''&lt;br /&gt;"I NEED HER BAD"&lt;br /&gt;"I NEED HIM SO BAD!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"im gettin married"&lt;br /&gt;"i love her"&lt;br /&gt;"I HATE HIM!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"I MISS HIM!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"I LOVE HIM!!! "&lt;br /&gt;"I MISS HER"&lt;br /&gt;"I LOVE HER"&lt;br /&gt;"i want him."&lt;br /&gt;"i saw u from across the room"&lt;br /&gt;"I NEED A GIRLFRIEND"&lt;br /&gt;"I NEED A BOYFRIEND"&lt;br /&gt;"I am 2 weeks pregnant"&lt;br /&gt;"I had sex"&lt;br /&gt;"I HATE HER"&lt;br /&gt;"I Am Going EMO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I could use the A on all my tests]&lt;br /&gt; [Semester tests today in this order:]&lt;br /&gt;American history&lt;br /&gt;English (honors) (cause I'm that smart LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Science&lt;br /&gt;(supposedly) Choir (we already did it)&lt;br /&gt;Spanish (apparently I'm the smartest person in it...w/e I'm getting a B+ vs. 2 people getting A's)&lt;br /&gt;and thats all for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOUT OUT&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOEY!!!  I'm bringing your two pops today...DO YOU KNOW WHAT TROUBLE I WENT TO TO MAKE SURE YOU GOT THEM? A LOT! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always&lt;br /&gt;kitkatbar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-3054778460816307854?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/3054778460816307854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=3054778460816307854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3054778460816307854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3054778460816307854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-saw-you-from-across-room.html' title='I saw you from across the room'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-3728688321566902052</id><published>2008-01-09T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:52:58.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JERRI IS MY REAL FRIEND</title><content type='html'>and so is zoie!  and others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   FAKE FRIENDS:: never ask you for food&lt;br /&gt;   REAL FRIENDS:: are the reason you HAVE no food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   FAKE FRIENDS:: call your parents mr./mrs. or first names&lt;br /&gt;   REAL FRIENDS:: call your parents mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   FAKE FRIENDS:: have never seen you cry&lt;br /&gt;   REAL FRIENDS:: cry with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   FAKE FRIENDS:: borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back&lt;br /&gt;   REAL FRIENDS:: borrow your stuff for so long they forget its yours&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   FAKE FRIENDS:: know a few things about you&lt;br /&gt;   REAL FRIENDS:: know enough to write a book (with direct quotes!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   FAKE FRIENDS:: will leave you if thats' what the crowd's doing&lt;br /&gt;   REAL FRIENDS:: will kick the asses of the people that leave you&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   FAKE FRIENDS:: will knock at your door&lt;br /&gt;   REAL FRIENDS:: will walk in and say HONEY I'M HOME!!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   FAKE FRIENDS:: are for a little while&lt;br /&gt;   REAL FRIENDS:: ARE FOR LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   FAKE FRIENDS:: will talk bad about the person talking bad about you&lt;br /&gt;   REAL FRIENDS::  will knock OUT the person talking bad about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's one I'm adding.  a true friend is someone who can yell across the hall way to you  I LOVE YOU!!!  and not care if people think they are lesbos, just caring if you hear them everytime they do that! :) if Jerri and I went to the same school that would TOTALLY be us!&lt;br /&gt;anyways I'm bored of studying...semester tests....lets see I have american history, english, science, (supposedly choir but we did that already), and spanish...wish me luck cause I'm gonna need it!&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;kitkatbar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-3728688321566902052?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/3728688321566902052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=3728688321566902052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3728688321566902052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3728688321566902052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/jerri-is-my-real-friend.html' title='JERRI IS MY REAL FRIEND'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-1273926089936071974</id><published>2008-01-09T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:49:18.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS IT</title><content type='html'>JAZZ&lt;br /&gt;is awesome!  Right now in choir we are singing "You can't take that away from me"&lt;br /&gt;and I'm looking MY HARDEST for lyrics "FLAT FOOT FLOOGY" or floogie floogey etc.  its a really fun song with scat that I sang at camp some of the lyrics are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHEN YOU'RE FEELIN' LOW-DOWN (GET ON UP)&lt;br /&gt;DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO (DON'T BE DISCOURAGED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if you find it please post it here for me ILU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-1273926089936071974?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/1273926089936071974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=1273926089936071974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1273926089936071974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1273926089936071974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-it.html' title='I MISS IT'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-399869547851847748</id><published>2008-01-07T07:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T07:18:17.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I smell a hit (150)</title><content type='html'>HEY THIS IS MY 150th POST!!!  But I'm posting for a diff. reason than that!....I smell a hit song...I couldn't get to sleep because I got a perfect idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beating of my Broken Heart&lt;br /&gt;By Kaitlynn C. Wiley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I lay here&lt;br /&gt;I realize my heart's still beatin'&lt;br /&gt;though it feels like it's bleedin'&lt;br /&gt;all the tears I cried&lt;br /&gt;yet I'm still alive(cres.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You may have pushed me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you have broke my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-torn my soul apart-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the truth isn't far from the lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll always miss what I left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but as I'm layin' here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waitin' for the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that tap-tap-tap I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is comin' from a place so near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's the beatin' of my broken heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the tears&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the pain&lt;br /&gt;but that don't mean I'm ready to start again (cres.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's what gives me the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;It's what makes me feel like I belong&lt;br /&gt;It's what gives me hope&lt;br /&gt;It's what helps me cope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I realize I'll move on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause each day has a new dawn&lt;br /&gt;as the darkness fades to black&lt;br /&gt;I realize it's  your love I'll never get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beating of my broken heart I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please comment...I think it's really good but if you guys think it totally SUCKS then tell me!  So I can realize it!  :)  But lol I wrote it in the dark last night with a flashlight ;)  anyway&lt;br /&gt;SPECIAL SHOUTOUT&lt;br /&gt;TO ZOIE ZOZO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's her BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to zoie&lt;br /&gt;she loves the snow-y&lt;br /&gt;she knows I love monkeys&lt;br /&gt;so she'll buy me one today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right??? LOL  I love you zozo!  TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-399869547851847748?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/399869547851847748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=399869547851847748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/399869547851847748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/399869547851847748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-smell-hit-150.html' title='I smell a hit (150)'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-4151364053715156109</id><published>2008-01-06T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:02:40.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog and anyone else reading this...meaning practically....NOONE&lt;br /&gt;heres the update...a sucky one...I told my friend Katlyn Mudd how I felt about my ex...and she told me to tell him...BRILLIANT...I told him...all in all...i ended up with a broken heart basicallly all my fault...I realized I was getting to close to him...found an IDIOTIC reason to break up with him and I did.  a month or two later I realized I DID fall in love..and he had a reason not to give me another chance...so BASICALLY I broke my own heart...proof that I'm the most idiotic person in HISTORY&lt;br /&gt;signed&lt;br /&gt;idiot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-4151364053715156109?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/4151364053715156109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=4151364053715156109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4151364053715156109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4151364053715156109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-379405635217273051</id><published>2008-01-03T18:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T18:37:50.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wrote this this morning</title><content type='html'>I dont know whether or not to give this to him&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared, and I have that feeling where my heart's beating so fast it might just jump out of my chest.  I have that feeling a persong gets when they realize they made a mistake.  and I'm scared I can't fix it this time.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get close to many people, I got close to you and I found the quickest quickest excuse because I was scared!  and now I'm putting my heart on the line and it might get broken.  I must be stupid risking a broken heart just getting over my last one...right?I take pride in knowing that I'm smart.  and I try to figure everything out like its a math problem...or something like that.  I guess I've just got to listen to my heart, trust my instincts, close my eyes and leap!&lt;br /&gt;Ok here it goes!  I need you to know that I miss you, I miss your arms around me holding me together, Mostly I miss who I am and how I feel when I was with you.  Ok, you probably don't feel the same but I'm closing my eyes and leaping...I don't know if this is what I want...but I was HAPPY when I was with you....vs.  unhappy...Ok, I'm going to emailing you this...or erm posting it then emailling you...ok lets go with that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-379405635217273051?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/379405635217273051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=379405635217273051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/379405635217273051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/379405635217273051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wrote-this-this-morning.html' title='I wrote this this morning'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-4700149950832800019</id><published>2008-01-01T19:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:24:19.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Current song archive</title><content type='html'>Crushed Dreams-November 17, 2007 Nov 24, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Dear Daddy I don't want to break down again-November 23, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Kissin' Frogs-Nov 24, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Who I'm not- Nov 24, 2007&lt;br /&gt;All I want- Nov 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the world- Nov 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;2 teardrops- Nov 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever?-Nov 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;I need you as well- Nov 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me choose-Dec 2, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, those are the songs in my blog from past years...or erm...year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-4700149950832800019?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/4700149950832800019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=4700149950832800019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4700149950832800019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4700149950832800019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/current-song-archive.html' title='Current song archive'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-3260638959940145606</id><published>2008-01-01T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:09:41.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song 113</title><content type='html'>Reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason I keep lookin' forward&lt;br /&gt;instead of back&lt;br /&gt;and there's a reason that when I wake up&lt;br /&gt;I just shut. my. eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see my life&lt;br /&gt;just flashin by (cres)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;even though they doubt my reasons&lt;br /&gt;(staccato) I. Can. Do. It.&lt;br /&gt;(staccato) I. Will. Do. It.&lt;br /&gt;Yea &lt;br /&gt;(staccato) I can do it&lt;br /&gt;(Staccato) I will do it &lt;br /&gt;(reg.)  I will sing at the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;I will strut down that runway&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doin' what I love--&lt;br /&gt;and I'll love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason.&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason--&lt;br /&gt;it's because it's my dream.&lt;br /&gt;my goal. my wish.&lt;br /&gt;my one chance on a shootin' star&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;they may critisize me&lt;br /&gt;but I wont care&lt;br /&gt;I'll be too happy to notice!&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doin' what I love&lt;br /&gt;after years of waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'll look up at the stars one night &lt;br /&gt;and find&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;I'll find the reason&lt;br /&gt;I look forward vs. back&lt;br /&gt;is that I have dreams&lt;br /&gt;(louder) goals!&lt;br /&gt;(loudest) WISHES!!&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;dreams&lt;br /&gt;goals &lt;br /&gt;wishes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-3260638959940145606?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/3260638959940145606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=3260638959940145606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3260638959940145606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3260638959940145606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/song-113.html' title='Song 113'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-4667050824172931464</id><published>2008-01-01T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:49:37.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WITHOUT</title><content type='html'>Ohh--&lt;br /&gt;Can't I sing without being interrupted?&lt;br /&gt;Can't I think without another thought coming?&lt;br /&gt;Oh--&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;my mind races&lt;br /&gt;first I'm memorizing Juliet and Romeo&lt;br /&gt;then I'm talking to mom about that Volcano--&lt;br /&gt;in my head&lt;br /&gt;erupting in a flame so fiery red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I can't think without a new thought in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget without remembering what I left behind&lt;br /&gt;I can't be alone&lt;br /&gt;without a call on the phone&lt;br /&gt;that I don't need&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask to let me read?&lt;br /&gt;Could I ever forget about you?&lt;br /&gt;were those thoughts of mine even true?&lt;br /&gt;To what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;Is it what I wanted? (cres.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one &lt;br /&gt;callin' me?&lt;br /&gt;or are you lettin' me be?&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say something about your new beard.&lt;br /&gt;but those things between us&lt;br /&gt;are still too weird!&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;you may think it's easy&lt;br /&gt;to figure out what I want &lt;br /&gt;for me--------&lt;br /&gt;     (it's not)&lt;br /&gt;It may sound crazy&lt;br /&gt;but thats my life baby&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;but I've let you go&lt;br /&gt;I know it's over used&lt;br /&gt;the saying is so abused&lt;br /&gt;I do wanna be pals&lt;br /&gt;to say hi when we see ourselves in the hall&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-4667050824172931464?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/4667050824172931464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=4667050824172931464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4667050824172931464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4667050824172931464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/without.html' title='WITHOUT'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-8980421891328792095</id><published>2008-01-01T17:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:19:41.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of a new year!</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?):&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008 BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g3/katkandoo_kw/?action=view&amp;current=newyear.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g3/katkandoo_kw/newyear.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's &lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g3/katkandoo_kw/?action=view&amp;current=january.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g3/katkandoo_kw/january.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo what are YOUR resolutions???  I'd love to hear 'em!!!  Mine...I still have NO CLUE...maybe 100 situps each day?  I dont know...tell me yours maybe I'll be INSPIRED...later&lt;br /&gt;kat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-8980421891328792095?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/8980421891328792095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=8980421891328792095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/8980421891328792095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/8980421891328792095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2008/01/start-of-new-year.html' title='Start of a new year!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-5856203944412771498</id><published>2007-12-30T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T19:20:01.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I should figure it out</title><content type='html'>I really need to figure out what I want...I mean what I want not just what I think would be a cool trait in boyfriend...someone nice, says romantic things...tries to go out with me...like a date...who wont be late...who I care about and who cares about me.  preferably taller than me...but not necessary...I have no clue still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-5856203944412771498?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/5856203944412771498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=5856203944412771498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5856203944412771498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5856203944412771498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-should-figure-it-out.html' title='I should figure it out'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-4907299139043919510</id><published>2007-12-30T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:59:33.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Question Everything</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog.&lt;br /&gt;I've realized something....I'm LUCKY to have my stepdad (Chris) in my life...he and I (for the most part) are interested in the same shows.  He tells me his opinion and I tell him mine...and normally I fear being judged...I don't even THINK about it when talking with him...but he says "Question everything."  and we were discussing stuff like that last night while watching a show about hitler...anyway...so I thought I'd tell you guys that...Question Everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-4907299139043919510?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/4907299139043919510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=4907299139043919510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4907299139043919510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/4907299139043919510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/12/question-everything.html' title='Question Everything'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-2316416898189767048</id><published>2007-12-16T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T11:02:37.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>I've finally realized something...I'm not Katie....I'm "Millie's little sister" "sean's little sister"  "tony's daughter"  "kellie's daughter" "chris' stepdaughter" "tammy's stepdaughter" and soon "Kenny's older sister"  I'm all of that...but not Katie...no matter where I go, I'll never be Katie...Someday I'll make a name for myself, such a huge name that all of my family will be "Katie's siblings" or parents, stepparents etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now...I'm ANYTHING but Katie&lt;br /&gt;not...Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-2316416898189767048?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/2316416898189767048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=2316416898189767048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/2316416898189767048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/2316416898189767048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6436123092230404127</id><published>2007-12-15T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T14:17:35.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I must have an eating disorder, be prude, a bitch, an asshole, shove my beliefs down your throat, white trash, crazy, fat, ETC.</title><content type='html'>I'm skinny so, I MUST have an eating disorders&lt;br /&gt;I'm a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude&lt;br /&gt;I SPEAK MY MIND so I MUST be a bitch&lt;br /&gt;I SAY WHAT I WANT SO I MUST BE AN ASSHOLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M RELIGIOUS so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat&lt;br /&gt;I'M A HICK SO I MUST BE WHITE TRASH&lt;br /&gt;I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS SO I MUST BE CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;I'M A GIRL WHO ACTUALLY EATS SO I MUST BE FAT&lt;br /&gt;and a lottt more I'm part everything in family background mostly russian...anywayz laterz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; IF YOU DO NOT POST IN 100 SECONDS YOU WILL BE CURSED 4 10 DAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pick the stereotype that fits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im SKINNY, so I MUST have an eating disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a VIRGIN, so i MUST be prude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a SKATER, so i MUST be an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a BIKER, so I MUST be very skilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLACK, so I MUST carry a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm JAMAICAN, so I MUST smoke weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm HAITIAN, so I MUST eat cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm PLO, so i must have nice eyes, sexy and fuckable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be a GREEDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAY WHAT I WANT, so I MUST BE AN ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an OREGONION, so I MUST hate white people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ATHEIST, so i MUST hate the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a FOOTBALL PLAYER, so I MUST be a stupid jock and get everything handed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a HICK, so I MUST be white trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm IRISH, so I MUST LOVE to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im TAKEN, so i MUST be hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a skanky slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a DANCER, So i must be a slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be goth or emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a WHITEGIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, kind of girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SHY, so I MUST have no social life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a NICE BUTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS, so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm INTO THEATER &amp; ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be banging them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have BIG BOOBS, so I MUST be a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be a clubhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with GAYS, so i must be GAY TOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm VENEZUELAN, so I MUST have a BAD ATTITUDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be SUPER SEXY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm HAWAIIAN, so I MUST be lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a STONER, so i MUST be going in the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im STRAIGHT EDGE, so i must be violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.. or crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GIRL who actually EATS, so i MUST be fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SINGLE, so I MUST be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a VOLLEYBALL PLAYER, so i MUST have a nice ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm CANADIAN, so i must love hockey &amp;&amp; bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm MIXED-RACED, so i must be screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm MUSLIM, so i MUST be a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm FILIPINO, so i must love pinays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in BAND, so i MUST be a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST hop fences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm FAT so I MUST love cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm FRENCH, so I MUST spit on people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear SKINNY JEANS so i MUST be an emo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6436123092230404127?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6436123092230404127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6436123092230404127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6436123092230404127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6436123092230404127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-must-have-eating-disorder-be-prude.html' title='I must have an eating disorder, be prude, a bitch, an asshole, shove my beliefs down your throat, white trash, crazy, fat, ETC.'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-7769307288641002724</id><published>2007-12-11T20:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T20:23:00.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST BOOKS :D:D:D:D</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?):&lt;br /&gt;I'm a MAJOR bookworm :)  and on my facebook I have listed 102 books I've read recently...here's my faves YOU SHOULD READ:&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Uglies&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;2)Pretties&lt;br /&gt;3)Specials&lt;br /&gt;4)The Year My Life Went Down The Loo&lt;br /&gt;5)they wear WHAT under their kilts?!&lt;br /&gt;6)what's the french word for EW?!&lt;br /&gt;7)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the taming of the Dru&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;8)life love and the persuit of hotties&lt;br /&gt;9)got fangs?&lt;br /&gt;10)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Nine Lives of Chloe King: The Fallen&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;11)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Nine Lives of Chloe King: The stolen&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;12)T&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he Nine Lives of Chloe King: The Chosen&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;13)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh My Goth!&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;14)ttyl&lt;br /&gt;15)ttfn&lt;br /&gt;16)l8r g8r&lt;br /&gt;17)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;twilight&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;18)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;19)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;20)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the bar code tattoo&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;21)the bar code rebellion&lt;br /&gt;22)Thirsty&lt;br /&gt;23)SweetBlood&lt;br /&gt;24)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Princess and The Pauper&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;25)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;All American Girl&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;26)Cathy's Book&lt;br /&gt;27)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Someone like you&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;28)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just Listen&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;29)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lucky T&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;30)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This Lullaby&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ones in BOLD are a MUSTMUSTMUST(etc.) read!!  they changed my life...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the books that are inexplicable!!! IN A GOOD WAY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;YOU HAVE TO READ UGLIES, THE TAMING OF THE DRU, ALL THE CHLOE KING BOOKS! OH MY GOTH, THE BARCODE TATTOO, THE PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER, ALL AMERICAN GIRL, SOMEONE LIKE YOU, JUST LISTEN, LUCKY T, THIS LULLABY, AND MOSTTTT IMPORTANTLY TWILIGHT, NEW MOON, AND ECLIPSE&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU ESPECIALLLLLY MUSST READ TWILIGHT NEW MOON AND ECLIPSE, THEY WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE, EDWARD CULLEN IS PERFECT EVERY GIRL WHO HAS READ IT IS IN LOVE WITH HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROMISE ME YOU'LL READ   TWILIGHT, NEW MOON, AND ECLIPSE, UGLIES, OH MY GOTH, SOMEONE LIKE YOU, JUST LISTEN, THIS LULLABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you want an eveeen shorrrter list for reading I'll give you these ones I WONT GIVE UP:&lt;br /&gt;Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Someone Like you, Just Listen, and This Lullaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-7769307288641002724?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/7769307288641002724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=7769307288641002724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/7769307288641002724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/7769307288641002724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/12/best-books-dddd.html' title='BEST BOOKS :D:D:D:D'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6850589940700619050</id><published>2007-12-11T17:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:43:52.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>coolness</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?):&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll remain single for awhile, sure it's fun having a boyfriend, but I haven't been single for awhile in a long time ;) check this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.crazyprofile.com/animated/ah.swf' width='450' height='381' FlashVars='file_id=5601a8e74b6a47ceab6293008f8a78a6.xml&amp;img=undefined&amp;xmlFldr=xml_Dec-2007&amp;imgFldr=undefined&amp;imgX=undefined&amp;imgY=undefined&amp;imgW=undefined&amp;imgH=undefined&amp;stg_wide=450&amp;stg_high=381' quality='high' wmode='transparent' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='sameDomain' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.crazyprofile.com/animated/animated_handwriting.asp' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;font face='verdana' size=1&gt;Animated_Handwriting by Crazyprofile.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6850589940700619050?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6850589940700619050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6850589940700619050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6850589940700619050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6850589940700619050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/12/coolness.html' title='coolness'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-1609520096480391297</id><published>2007-12-10T16:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:54:30.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To the guy who assumes hes not perfect and they guy who thinks I am</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?):&lt;br /&gt;first off, austin and I were too different...its done&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean when the area around your heart heats up even if you are freezing, just because you are thinking of someone? You fall asleep thinking of him, and when you wake up you can't get him off your mind.  this guy says I'm perfect...I know I'm not, but he's thought that almost since the day we met, almost or over 5 years ago.  I'm nowhere near perfect, I eat when I'm bored, I fall for boys and believe lies too easily, I'm hoping that one day I wont need a fake smile and made up stories to get someone to like me.  I live by quotes that explain EXACTLY what I'm going through I make up excuses for E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. I have my best friends and enemies, drama and memories, I'm just your normal, average, typical, teenage girl.   I may not know everything I want in a guy, but here's a quote that says most of it:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the girl he gives his hoodie to wear.  Cuddles up next to when it's cold.  he'll be the one who comes up behind me, wraps his arm around my waist, catches me off guard and whispers you look beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, those are things I want...but he makes promises easily...is it just to me or everyone?  he promised he'd catch me when I fall, that he'd never hurt me, and that what he was saying was true and I wasn't dreaming...I don't know...I'm falling fast.&lt;br /&gt;katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-1609520096480391297?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/1609520096480391297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=1609520096480391297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1609520096480391297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1609520096480391297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-guy-who-assumes-hes-not-perfect-and.html' title='To the guy who assumes hes not perfect and they guy who thinks I am'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-1836158174243169392</id><published>2007-12-06T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:05:59.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't be who you want me to be anymore</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?):&lt;br /&gt;I've been attempting to avoid it, pretending it's not there...I can't be who he wants me to be....if I could I would! TRUST ME! but I can't...it my previous entry about the religion thing...yea...thats the same problem...he basically thinks my Catholic beliefs are stupid...ok...he didn't say it like that...but that's how it makes me feel...gahhhhhhh...and he's only celebrated Halloween once in his life!  because according to him it's a satanistic holiday!  OH MY GOSH!  He and I differ on too many main points.  He really won't even listen to me!!!  I mean he will, but he'll go in circles to explain it and he'll say just read the bible...well, the bible is all how you INTERPRET IT!  When I realized I needed to break up with him, everything temporarily became clear...it still is clear in my mind...its sad to see how I've been avoiding this...I just hate conflict!  but I know what I have to do now...it's just too hard...I mean I'm not against dating people from different religions NOT ONE BIT but he's just trying to change me, and I'm happy with the way I am with God right now...I don't want to change and I wont just to keep some guy....wow that sounds mean,but its true...&lt;br /&gt;love katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-1836158174243169392?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/1836158174243169392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=1836158174243169392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1836158174243169392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1836158174243169392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-be-who-you-want-me-to-be-anymore.html' title='I can&apos;t be who you want me to be anymore'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-7155924712916050207</id><published>2007-12-06T07:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T07:21:06.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>if you give a guy a gun</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?):&lt;br /&gt;I went to the simple plan and Avril Lavigne concert last night :)  Though I hurt my voice, one of my prised possesions :) really!  and wow, the shooting...very scary!&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure the guy who did the shooting was mentally ill, what I mean is not to sound discriminatory, so I'm sorry if it does, I mean I have ADHD and I'm depressed!  My family is FILLED TO THE TOP with mental illness, and my brother, has bipolar disorder, with other things associated with that...why I'm typing this is because my stepdad made a good point yesterday.  There should be laws against giving a mentally ill person a gun, not just every mentally ill person, just the ones that can't control it.  like bipolar.  the people who were shooting at Colombine, were mentally ill, we're pretty sure this guy was, and the person at Virgina Tech was most likely mentally ill.  I think my step-dad made a very valid point...please tell me your opinions on this topic...I want to hear them!!!  Wow, I have a sore throat as I said earlier, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to talk today...also there is snow headed our way, about 3-5" :) so we might get out of school early, because it will come around noon....hmmm...I probably should go wake up my sister, for school, I walked downstairs about 10 minutes ago (7:10) and asked her what time she wanted up, I told her the time, and she said 10 minutes, so far it's been 9 :)...I know totally useless information right?  I'm just still typing because I'm bored, and I feel accomplished by typing a long entry, I know, I know, reeaaallly lame!  anyway, 7:20....better go, oh, I'm praying for the families...if you don't believe in God, I'm sorry, I wish you did, but you don't have to, and you don't have to pray...unless you want to.  Lots of LURVE&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-7155924712916050207?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/7155924712916050207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=7155924712916050207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/7155924712916050207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/7155924712916050207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-you-give-guy-gun.html' title='if you give a guy a gun'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6808279216375100187</id><published>2007-12-03T20:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:51:54.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>she doesn't think she's good!</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?)&lt;br /&gt;Zoie thinks her poetry isn't good?  I THINK SHE'S NUTS, it's awesome...check it out at:&lt;br /&gt;www.sesshie160.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;she's totally awesome, read her poetry :)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I accidentally stole my boyfriends watch, apparently he can't live without it (is what he and his friend have told me) lets see how he makes it through the night w/o it ;) **evil grin**&lt;br /&gt;katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6808279216375100187?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6808279216375100187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6808279216375100187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6808279216375100187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6808279216375100187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/12/she-doesnt-think-shes-good.html' title='she doesn&apos;t think she&apos;s good!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6674039228744658416</id><published>2007-12-02T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T16:43:37.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't make me choose</title><content type='html'>Don't make me choose&lt;br /&gt;by Katie Wiley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do-&lt;br /&gt;Care about you-&lt;br /&gt;but you can't expect me to choose&lt;br /&gt;I love our talks&lt;br /&gt;you really make me think a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but it's goin' too fast&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to your thought, but then it'll be past&lt;br /&gt;I can't catch up &lt;br /&gt;and you want me to hurry up&lt;br /&gt;It's scarin' me&lt;br /&gt;but you won't let me be&lt;br /&gt;until I choose&lt;br /&gt;Oh please-- Don't make me choose--&lt;br /&gt;(quiet) because you'd lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to be sad&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want to hurt you or make you mad&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be proud&lt;br /&gt;am I sayin' this out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you think you're doin' this for me&lt;br /&gt;but I'm happy now, please let me be!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can't explain them&lt;br /&gt;but I'm happier believin' them!&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopin' it won't get that far&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishin' about it on a star&lt;br /&gt;I like hearin' your point of view&lt;br /&gt;but I hate how you make me think, mine aren't true!&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't have both&lt;br /&gt;my God, and my friend&lt;br /&gt;if I choose it'll be the end&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me choose &lt;br /&gt;because it won't be you&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me choose&lt;br /&gt;because you'd lose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment please&lt;br /&gt;true story, and just written, honestly! &lt;br /&gt;katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6674039228744658416?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6674039228744658416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6674039228744658416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6674039228744658416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6674039228744658416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-make-me-choose.html' title='Don&apos;t make me choose'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-1496132167449465709</id><published>2007-12-02T16:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T16:18:12.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>worried</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?):&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried...last night, as I said I had a deep convo about religion with Austin.  But I realized before bed that I needed to write in my diary, so I did...a lot! and then I realized I needed to tell him everything.  so I did.  I don't know if he's read it or not yet...I told him to read it, wait at least five minutes and then reply.  I realized I'm happier with the way I have my religion, and what he's been telling me makes me scared, I care about him, I don't want to lose him, but I can't just give up my religion for a guy.  I pray he won't make me decide that...but if he does.  I'm going to choose religion.  "If you deny me in front of your friends, I shall deny you in front of my Father"  Anyway, I've got to write a song...I'll post it later&lt;br /&gt;katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-1496132167449465709?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/1496132167449465709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=1496132167449465709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1496132167449465709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1496132167449465709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/12/worried.html' title='worried'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-7687917384638475147</id><published>2007-12-01T18:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:47:56.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beliefs</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?):&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle of a discussion with my boyfriend, Austin about religion, he brought up how his cousin (Christian nondenominational) and her boyfriend (Catholic) how his cousin broke up with her boyfriend because they were different religions...well...austin is Christian nondenominational and I'm Catholic.  I'm a "cafeteria Catholic" meaning I pick and choose what I want to believe in, ok that is probably not good, but I don't care I completely disagree with some topics...such as if you are a baby, unbaptised and you die then you don't go to Heaven, I disagree, the baby hasn't had time to sin!  and anullment before a remarriage, I disagree, and my family is in the middle of this topic, my dad has to anull my moms marriage in order to go back to the Catholic church that we used to go to.  Well, I also disagree with homosexuality being wrong, I believe that is how God wanted the individual!  there's so much and I asked him if there wasn't one thing he disagreed with and he said NO can you believe it?  Gah!  well, I'll give you an update later on how this convo goes...laterz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-7687917384638475147?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/7687917384638475147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=7687917384638475147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/7687917384638475147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/7687917384638475147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/12/beliefs.html' title='Beliefs'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-487890747772783824</id><published>2007-12-01T17:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T17:18:53.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's december</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/R1Hr1tWfCEI/AAAAAAAAADs/0xPrDq9PaIw/s1600-R/decemb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/R1Hr1tWfCEI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZPmAqxMouMY/s320/decemb.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139147957745944642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's december, blog, do you like that image??? I made it :)  Oh yea I know I rock :)  anyway I'm bored and there is an ice storm here...so NOTHING TO DO&lt;br /&gt;laterz tell me how you like my image&lt;br /&gt;katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-487890747772783824?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/487890747772783824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=487890747772783824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/487890747772783824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/487890747772783824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-december.html' title='It&apos;s december'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lmmu1vT9YQc/R1Hr1tWfCEI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZPmAqxMouMY/s72-c/decemb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-1053606621867859015</id><published>2007-11-29T19:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:54:46.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so so true pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 width=500 bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#000000 colspan=4 height=25 valign=middle&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com?par=gu|blog|muses" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_queen/blog/gURL_blog_logo.gif" border="0" alt="gURL.com" align=left&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face=arial size=2 color=#FFFFFF&gt;I took the &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,633527,00.html?par=gu|blog|muses" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color=#FFFFFF&gt;The Nine Muses&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; quiz on &lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com?par=gu|blog|muses" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=#FFFFFF&gt;gURL.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_633978-6,00.html?par=gu|blog|muses" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_ninemuses/blog/muse_polyhymnia.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" width=10 border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=arial size=2 color=#000000&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My muse is...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font  size=5&gt;Polyhymnia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Polyhymnia is the patron goddess of sacred poetry.  Her name means "She of Many Hymns" and is often depicted with a pensive look upon her face. Polyhymnia is said to bring immortal distinction to writers. &lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_633978-6,00.html?par=gu|blog|muses" target="_blank"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,633527,00.html?par=gu|blog|muses" target="_blank"&gt;Who is your muse?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" width=10 border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#000000 colspan=4 height=25&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-1053606621867859015?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/1053606621867859015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=1053606621867859015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1053606621867859015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1053606621867859015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-so-true-pt-2.html' title='so so true pt. 2'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6287439115529986543</id><published>2007-11-29T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:39:02.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so so true</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 width=500 bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#000000 colspan=4 height=25 valign=middle&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_fashion_era/blog/gURL_blog_logo.gif" border="0" alt="gURL.com" align=left&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face=arial size=2 color=#FFFFFF&gt;I took the &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,700698,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color=#FFFFFF&gt;"It's in the Cards"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; quiz on &lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=#FFFFFF&gt;gURL.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_700505-2,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_inthecards/blog/clubs.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" width=10 border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=arial size=2 color=#000000&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The suit that suits me is...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font  size=5&gt;Clubs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Like most clubs, it appears that you like learning in all forms. Whether it's visiting a local historical house or taking a foreign language class over the summer, you love to expand your ever-growing brain.&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_700505-2,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color=#007AA2&gt;Read more&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,700698,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color=#007AA2&gt;Which suit suits you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" width=10 border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#000000 colspan=4 height=25&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6287439115529986543?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6287439115529986543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6287439115529986543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6287439115529986543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6287439115529986543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-so-true.html' title='so so true'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6604173104948049204</id><published>2007-11-29T19:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:09:05.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone actually read this?</title><content type='html'>Just wondering if anyone I know (or don't know) actually reads my blog&lt;br /&gt;comment if you do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6604173104948049204?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6604173104948049204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6604173104948049204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6604173104948049204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6604173104948049204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/11/does-anyone-actually-read-this.html' title='Does anyone actually read this?'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-7894278229835925359</id><published>2007-11-28T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:01:19.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can hear you talking about me</title><content type='html'>i'm sick and tired of hearing my sis bring me into HER fights with mom+Chris she brought me in yesterday which caused me to have that spastic post...and she brought me in today...i'm sorry I couldn't get a job when i was 14 like you and sean did, but they wont let me work at mcdonalds and no other place in town hires 14-15 year olds...gah i'm sooooooo annoyed right now, anyway time for bed &lt;br /&gt;"good night, good night, a thousand times good night&lt;br /&gt;parting is such sweet sorrow&lt;br /&gt;that I shall say goodnight &lt;br /&gt;till it be morrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHHH night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-7894278229835925359?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/7894278229835925359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=7894278229835925359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/7894278229835925359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/7894278229835925359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-can-hear-you-talking-about-me.html' title='I can hear you talking about me'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6397572205946689918</id><published>2007-11-28T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:12:34.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My only love</title><content type='html'>My only love, sprung from my only hate&lt;br /&gt;unknown too early, and known too late&lt;br /&gt;-Juliet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet: Romeo, o Romeo, wherefore art thou &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Romeo&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Deny thy father and refuse thy name;&lt;br /&gt;or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer be a Capulet&lt;br /&gt;Romeo: Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?&lt;br /&gt;Juliet: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;&lt;br /&gt;though art thyself, though not a Montague&lt;br /&gt;What's Montague  It is nor hand nor foot,&lt;br /&gt;nor arm, nor face, nor any other part&lt;br /&gt;belonging to a man. O, be some other name!&lt;br /&gt;What's in a name?  That which we call a rose&lt;br /&gt;by any other name would smell as sweet;&lt;br /&gt;So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,&lt;br /&gt;Retain that dear perfection which he owes&lt;br /&gt;without that title. Romeo, doff thy name&lt;br /&gt;and for that name, which is no part of thee&lt;br /&gt;take all myself&lt;br /&gt;Romeo: I take thee at thy word.&lt;br /&gt;Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;&lt;br /&gt;Henceforth I never will be Romeo&lt;br /&gt;-end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's happening is...Juliet walks out onto her balcony talking to her self...saying oh why are you romeo, couldn't you be someone else, not a Montague some other person, not my enemy?  if you wont give up your name, I'll give up mine.  But if a rose weren't CALLED a rose, it would smell just as sweet right?  romeo would act the same if he weren't called romeo.  and romeo who is under the balcony, she doesn't know he's there, he finally makes him being there obvious, saying tell me what you want me to be called, I wont ever be romeo again!   so romantic...so this is for you zozo i l u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6397572205946689918?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6397572205946689918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6397572205946689918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6397572205946689918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6397572205946689918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-only-love.html' title='My only love'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-2895666589596002009</id><published>2007-11-27T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:00:29.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LISTEN TO ME!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?):&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of people not listening, I will repeat myself multiple times and they wont hear me or ignore me, some people don't even realize that I'm out of a room.  I'm not shy, I'm pretty noticable, I try my hardest to do my best, to be good and then if I do one bad thing people chew my butt.  I'm sick of it!!!  I know I don't deserve it!!!  and I wake my sister up every morning for school, and then proceed to get yelled at by her!  And if I don't wake her up we don't make it to school on time.  I work hard and get nothing for myself.  WHY IS LIFE SO CRUEL...I only have two refuges, my bedroom, which rarely ever works, everyone comes in and bugs me, and then the shower, which doesn't always work...in actuality, the only time I get to think is if I'm in the shower or bath...I feel like I'm never deciding anything for myself...ok, I know I am, but it doesn't feel like it!  Because I know how much bad choices hurt...so I make the better ones, I have a great life, don't get me wrong, but I just wish I got a little more recognition for the things I do...but be careful what you wish for right?  I mean I told my mom today that I had gotten a 104% on my american history TEST and all I get from her is an uninthusiastic good job katie.  I work my butt off every day, for a weak little good job.  not only that, but I get chewed out, by my sis who I help as much as possible, sometimes my other sibs sometimes my parents and if I'm not absolutely perfect with my dad and stepmom I overhear her saying things like, "you don't have to help her she's not completely helpless" when I ask for one little thing done.  People treat me like a child because I'm a teenager, but they expect me to act like an adult and not only that get a's and b's not a b- or lower and it can't even be a low b.  I'm not perfect!!  I work my butt off and it feels like it's not enough!  I ask permission from my dad and step mom to get into modelling but they BASICALLY say I'm shallow, and hypocritcal, I'm not, at least I try not to be.  I do all that, while trying to have a life, have fun, and figure out who I am, and who I want to be!  It's hard, I mean, I'm a Christian, and my older siblings were raised the same way I was, but they don't believe in God anymore...do you know how hard it is to have your little 7 year old brother come into your room and say that he's not sure &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; believes in God?  It's hard, and I try my hardest not to break down, but someday, I will snap, I'll become somebody completely different...and even if that is who I'm meant to be, everyone will find something wrong with me...I don't like feeling like this, I'm not perfect, I know that, I don't expect myself to be...but when I get a test back or a quiz, if its a bad grade the FIRST thought in my head is, "Dad's not going to be happy about this" and it feels like my dad is never proud of me, yea he'll say it like when i made the choice not to drink at my cousins wedding this summer, he said that he was proud of me and he'll say good job for a test or something, but there have been times where I've asked and honestly wondered are you proud of me dad?  Did I do good enough this time?  I have to plan out a future career, and a singing career (two separate careers might I add) maybe modeling, good grades, chores, friends, being who my parents want me to be, and the hardest...is being who I want me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-2895666589596002009?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/2895666589596002009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=2895666589596002009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/2895666589596002009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/2895666589596002009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/11/listen-to-me.html' title='LISTEN TO ME!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6953801825676551089</id><published>2007-11-25T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:20:38.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to my sis...</title><content type='html'>I need You As Well&lt;br /&gt;by kaitlynn wiley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just  because your hair ain't perfect&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean I should be late&lt;br /&gt;just because I need one little thing&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you should hate&lt;br /&gt;YOU LOVE TO HELP&lt;br /&gt;YOU DO YOUR BEST&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST WHEN IT COMES TO THE REST&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOUR TALKIN' ME&lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T SEE&lt;br /&gt;I NEED YOU AS WELL&lt;br /&gt;I NEED YOU AS WELL&lt;br /&gt;I'll be late for algebra&lt;br /&gt;because you're singing 'la la la'&lt;br /&gt;in the shower&lt;br /&gt;it's been almost an hour!&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;now you have to pick up 2 kids&lt;br /&gt;even though it's not your job&lt;br /&gt;now I'll be late&lt;br /&gt;from the choices that you make&lt;br /&gt;you make me sound like a hick&lt;br /&gt;yet &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; always gettin' the short end of the stick&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;you waste my time&lt;br /&gt;but when I need one or another&lt;br /&gt;you don't even bother!&lt;br /&gt;You expect everything&lt;br /&gt;when I get nothing&lt;br /&gt;oh yea somethings gonna change&lt;br /&gt;sometime soon&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true story,&lt;br /&gt;anyway tell me what you think&lt;br /&gt;tell your friends about my site&lt;br /&gt;please and thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6953801825676551089?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6953801825676551089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6953801825676551089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6953801825676551089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6953801825676551089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/11/dedicated-to-my-sis.html' title='Dedicated to my sis...'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-5162327437799546278</id><published>2007-11-25T15:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:14:38.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to my brother and one of his friends</title><content type='html'>Have you Ever?&lt;br /&gt;by Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt so lonely&lt;br /&gt;that the tears don't seem to come?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever cried them all away?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever sat up all night?&lt;br /&gt;waitin' for him to arrive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Have you ever yelled at God &lt;br /&gt;askin' where your baby's gone?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever witnessed this&lt;br /&gt;or have you pretended it don't exist&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt all alone?&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER (cres.)&lt;br /&gt;FELT THIS WAY&lt;br /&gt;WAITIN' &lt;br /&gt;CRYIN'&lt;br /&gt;WANTIN' TO KNOW WHERE THEY'VE GONE?!&lt;br /&gt;HAVE THE TEARS FALLIN'&lt;br /&gt;EVEN WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW IT?&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had this happen&lt;br /&gt;to a friend or yourself?&lt;br /&gt;have they ever gone missing for a week?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever not known what to do?&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wished &lt;br /&gt;that you wouldn't see the pain?&lt;br /&gt;when it was right there&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had the tears fall&lt;br /&gt;in school,&lt;br /&gt;at work?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever cried all night?&lt;br /&gt;chorus (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a completely true story, I wish it wasn't but it was!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-5162327437799546278?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/5162327437799546278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=5162327437799546278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5162327437799546278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/5162327437799546278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/11/dedicated-to-my-brother-and-one-of-his_25.html' title='Dedicated to my brother and one of his friends'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-123571493412983440</id><published>2007-11-25T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:09:31.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 teardrops</title><content type='html'>Two Teardrops Upside down&lt;br /&gt;by Katie Wiley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;for awhile now&lt;br /&gt;and it still hurts&lt;br /&gt;I see you every day&lt;br /&gt;and I remember it&lt;br /&gt;we were together&lt;br /&gt;I loved you so &lt;br /&gt;then you met my friend&lt;br /&gt;and DROPPED me&lt;br /&gt;which made me&lt;br /&gt;want to pull your eyes out&lt;br /&gt;because it felt like&lt;br /&gt;you pulled my heart out &lt;br /&gt;and threw it on the ground&lt;br /&gt;you ran it over&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me&lt;br /&gt;A HEART IS TWO TEARDROPS UPSIDE DOWN&lt;br /&gt;NEVER WRITE THE NAME OF SOMEONE YOU LOVE IN A HEART&lt;br /&gt;A HEART CAN BREAK&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S WHY ITS TWO TEARDROPS UPSIDE DOWN&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel my heart &lt;br /&gt;its so empty&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;two teardrops upside down&lt;br /&gt;my heart was broken&lt;br /&gt;chorus (x2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-123571493412983440?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/123571493412983440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=123571493412983440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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you may think&lt;br /&gt;I hate the color pink&lt;br /&gt;I don't go to the roller skating rink&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;everyone sees me&lt;br /&gt;and sees&lt;br /&gt;just a little girl&lt;br /&gt;who's hair is in a curl&lt;br /&gt;they don't know how hard I'm fighting&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm fighting the world&lt;br /&gt;I'M FIGHTING THE WORLD TO SHOW THEM WHO I AM&lt;br /&gt;I'M FIGHTING THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;TO SHOW THEM I CAN STAND&lt;br /&gt;I'M FIGHTING THEM&lt;br /&gt;SHOWING THEM&lt;br /&gt;THAT I CAN HANDLE MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT I DON'T NEED THEIR HELP&lt;br /&gt;OOH---&lt;br /&gt;they think I'm who I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I'll just show them &lt;br /&gt;WHAT I'VE GOT&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;If needed I could grow up like that (snap fingers)&lt;br /&gt;have a home and maybe a cat&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting the world---&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting the world---&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting the world---&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please comment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-7656434523320839384?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/7656434523320839384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=7656434523320839384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/7656434523320839384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/7656434523320839384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/11/fighting-world.html' title='fighting the world'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-1308316556942444644</id><published>2007-11-25T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:03:38.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>all I want</title><content type='html'>All I want&lt;br /&gt;by Kaitlynn Wiley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you love me&lt;br /&gt;and I can't help it but I don't&lt;br /&gt;return the feelin'&lt;br /&gt;it sets my head a'reelin'&lt;br /&gt;ALL I WANT&lt;br /&gt;IS SOME REALLY COOL GUY&lt;br /&gt;WHO REALLY LOOKS ME IN THE EYE&lt;br /&gt;IT'D BE LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT&lt;br /&gt;AND HE'D FIGHT ANY FIGHT&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY HONOR&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T HOLD ON MUCH LONGER&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL I WANT&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel a spark &lt;br /&gt;deep in my heart for you--if only you knew&lt;br /&gt;I really do wish I loved you&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;you probably would&lt;br /&gt;if you could&lt;br /&gt;change anything about you&lt;br /&gt;it won't impress me if you do&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;you're a great friend&lt;br /&gt;and I know you'll be there til the end&lt;br /&gt;someday you'll ask me what I want&lt;br /&gt;and I'll pull out this song&lt;br /&gt;and invite you to sing along&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;the things I need&lt;br /&gt;are simply only 3&lt;br /&gt;I need love&lt;br /&gt;that feels like its from up above&lt;br /&gt;I need passion&lt;br /&gt;in a gentleman like fashion&lt;br /&gt;and I need it forever&lt;br /&gt;to be left alone never&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;love from above&lt;br /&gt;passion in a gentleman like fashion&lt;br /&gt;forever-left alone never&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;that's all I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENT PLEASE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-1308316556942444644?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/1308316556942444644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=1308316556942444644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1308316556942444644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/1308316556942444644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-i-want.html' title='all I want'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-555137408364152176</id><published>2007-11-24T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:45:15.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Archive</title><content type='html'>ok, here's the songs i've posted&lt;br /&gt;Nov 23-Dear Daddy I don't want to break down again&lt;br /&gt;Nov 24-Kissin' frogs&lt;br /&gt;-crushed dreams&lt;br /&gt;-who i'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok peeps wish me luck getting to sleep I WANT TO BUT I CAN'T :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-555137408364152176?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/555137408364152176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=555137408364152176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/555137408364152176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/555137408364152176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/11/song-archive.html' title='Song Archive'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-3780464913394762305</id><published>2007-11-24T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:42:35.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't sleep</title><content type='html'>grrr...i can't sleep :( maybe typing a song will help?&lt;br /&gt;WHO I'M NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is&lt;br /&gt;how I feel all the time&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it but&lt;br /&gt;I. cant. cry&lt;br /&gt;COULDN'T YOU JUST LISTEN?&lt;br /&gt;COULDN'T YOU JUST BELIEVE?&lt;br /&gt;I'D LOVE TO TELL YOU&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M NOT THAT BRAVE&lt;br /&gt;AND WHILE IM SINGING&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THE TEARS TO FALL DOWN&lt;br /&gt;I WANT 'EM TO DROWN---&lt;br /&gt;OUT MY EMOTION&lt;br /&gt;I WISH I WERE MORE OPEN&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M NOT&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S JUST WHO I'M NOT&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I let anyone else see&lt;br /&gt;the real girl&lt;br /&gt;inside of me&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't want out&lt;br /&gt;when anyones around&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;If you just payed attention&lt;br /&gt;if you just took a look&lt;br /&gt;you'd see I'm more than a girl&lt;br /&gt;with her nose. in. a book---&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;so here you go...&lt;br /&gt;this is how I feel &lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it, but&lt;br /&gt;I. Can't. Cry.&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-3780464913394762305?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/3780464913394762305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=3780464913394762305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3780464913394762305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3780464913394762305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-7047134400185523366</id><published>2007-11-24T17:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T17:26:10.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship+Crushed Dreams</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?):&lt;br /&gt;MY FRIEND FINALLY HAS A BLOG&lt;br /&gt;www.sesshie160.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;and a song dedicated to my dad and stepmom called CRUSHED DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;prechorus-italics &lt;br /&gt;chorus-bold&lt;br /&gt;crushed dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had dreams,&lt;br /&gt;goals you couldn't explain?--&lt;br /&gt;people said you had too many,&lt;br /&gt;caused you so much pain?--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Did you feel the heartbreak?&lt;br /&gt;Cry over it?&lt;br /&gt;Did you give up?&lt;br /&gt;Or did you get stronger (2nd time thru sing wiser)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How many times are you gonna have to take it?&lt;br /&gt;what about your heart?  Will they break it?&lt;br /&gt;well its up to you&lt;br /&gt;what you do&lt;br /&gt;what you feel&lt;br /&gt;and how you deal!&lt;br /&gt;well its up to you--&lt;br /&gt;(fast) what are you gonna do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they tell you you had to &lt;br /&gt;pick and choose?&lt;br /&gt;Did they tell you to&lt;br /&gt;or that you'd lose&lt;br /&gt;everything good in your life?&lt;br /&gt;pre-chorus&lt;br /&gt;how many times were your dreams crushed,&lt;br /&gt;thrown down in the dirt?&lt;br /&gt;how many times has your dad told you&lt;br /&gt;something that made you hurt?&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;pre chorus&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;what are you gonna do?--&lt;br /&gt;(fast) what are you gonna do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-7047134400185523366?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-4604939492174394741</id><published>2007-11-24T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T17:06:09.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissin' Frogs</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?)&lt;br /&gt;here's my 110th song "Kissin' Frogs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two girls&lt;br /&gt;opposite&lt;br /&gt;like night and day&lt;br /&gt;one would pray&lt;br /&gt;and was teacher's pet&lt;br /&gt;one's a rebel &lt;br /&gt;party's best&lt;br /&gt;and they both thing&lt;br /&gt;THE OTHER GIRLS ARE&lt;br /&gt;CHASIN' THEIR PRINCES&lt;br /&gt;UNKNOWINGLY&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M HERE&lt;br /&gt;KISSIN' FROGS&lt;br /&gt;THEY ACT LIKE DOGS&lt;br /&gt;THEIR ARMS ALL OVER ME&lt;br /&gt;AND WHEN I'D TELL THEM STOP&lt;br /&gt;THEY'D DROP ME OFF AND SAY---&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT THE GIRL THEY THOUGHT I'D BE&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T SEE&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE ELSE&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A DIFFERENT LIFE&lt;br /&gt;A DIFFERENT PAST&lt;br /&gt;they both wish the same shootin' star&lt;br /&gt;they want the same thing in their hearts&lt;br /&gt;they're so different&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't think they'd be thinkin' the same thing&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;It'd be perfect&lt;br /&gt;so they say&lt;br /&gt;I could be a fairy tale princess&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day&lt;br /&gt;I'd have my prince&lt;br /&gt;I'd have a crown&lt;br /&gt;I'd do my own thing &lt;br /&gt;and no one would look down on me&lt;br /&gt;they'd love me&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I'd be happier&lt;br /&gt;surely&lt;br /&gt;not just the&lt;br /&gt;party girl&lt;br /&gt;church type&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have to chase my prince&lt;br /&gt;he'd be right there&lt;br /&gt;fighting off &lt;br /&gt;that third evil stepmom&lt;br /&gt;the demons in my life&lt;br /&gt;no one understands&lt;br /&gt;they're too busy&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I want a do-over&lt;br /&gt;I want everything picture perfect&lt;br /&gt;but it won't work out&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;though I already know&lt;br /&gt;before the happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;there was always&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;there was that girl&lt;br /&gt;what's her name?&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;the story's the same:&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;far away&lt;br /&gt;there was a girl&lt;br /&gt;what's her name?&lt;br /&gt;she's upset&lt;br /&gt;there's magic&lt;br /&gt;her life's no longer&lt;br /&gt;tragic&lt;br /&gt;her prince saves her&lt;br /&gt;they get married 2 days later&lt;br /&gt;end of story&lt;br /&gt;happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-4604939492174394741?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-3922128280091490767</id><published>2007-11-23T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T00:11:20.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more sayings</title><content type='html'>Dear BLOG &lt;br /&gt;here are more sayings:&lt;br /&gt;*SHUNNN THE NON BELIEVERS CHARLIE SHUNNNN&lt;br /&gt;**I hear voices in my mind and you're worried that YOU'RE the freak?  (twilight)&lt;br /&gt;*You haven't read twilight?????  GO SHOOT YOURSELF IN THE FOOT&lt;br /&gt;**I'm with the vampires of course!&lt;br /&gt;*screw algebra like I need to know 2x+3xy-4y (squared)+1=0 in real life&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;3 I less than three you&lt;br /&gt;*so...did you stab edward cullen with a pencil or what?? (twilight)&lt;br /&gt;**Yea, its an off day when somebody's not telling me how edible i smell (twilight)&lt;br /&gt;*Did you just seriously stomp your foot??? I thought girls only did that on T.V. (jacob in eclipse)&lt;br /&gt;**Of course it is happening inside your head Harry, but why on earth should that mean it's not real? (Harry Potter)&lt;br /&gt;*Dracula?  PSSH more like EDWARD CULLEN!&lt;br /&gt;**Does my being half naked bother you?  (Jacob---eclipse)&lt;br /&gt;*READ TWILIGHT OR I'LL PROVOKE THE VOLTURI AND BLAME YOU&lt;br /&gt;**"You think that I lifted a van off of you?!" His tone questioned my sanity&lt;br /&gt;*EDWARD CULLEN DAMNIT WHY AREN'T YOU REAL?!&lt;br /&gt;**It's a land of sweets, and joy...and JOYNESS (charlie the unicorn LOL)&lt;br /&gt;*are you suggesting coconuts migrate??? (Monty python and the quest for the holy grail)&lt;br /&gt;**Things I will not do while at HOGWARTS:&lt;br /&gt;143) I will not sing "We're off to see the wizard" while going to the headmasters office&lt;br /&gt;74) I will not say the phrase "Dude get a life" to Lord Voldemort&lt;br /&gt;112) Bringing fortune cookies to Divination class will not get me extra credit&lt;br /&gt;138) I will not tell first years that Professor Snape is the voice of God&lt;br /&gt;72) When fighting death eaters at the annual June battle of Good v. Evil I will not lift my wand skyward and shout, "there can only be one"&lt;br /&gt;105) I will not give Hagrid Pokemon cards and convince him that they are real animals&lt;br /&gt;133) I am not allowed to begin each Herbology class by singing the theme song to "attack of the killer tomatoes"&lt;br /&gt;104) I will not lock the Slytherin's and Gryffendor's in a room together and take bets on which house will come out alive&lt;br /&gt;124) I will not wear my "Death eater and proud of it" shirt to school&lt;br /&gt;126) I am not allowed to declare official hug a slytherin day&lt;br /&gt;58) Professor Flitwick's first name is not Yoda&lt;br /&gt;96) I will not follow Potions instructions in reverse order just to see what happens&lt;br /&gt;71) I will not use my socks to make hand-puppets of the slytherin house mascot&lt;br /&gt;*Are you referring to the fact that I can't walk across a flat stable surface without finding SOMETHING to trip over?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE YOU LIKE THEM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-3922128280091490767?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/3922128280091490767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=3922128280091490767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3922128280091490767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3922128280091490767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-sayings.html' title='more sayings'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-557479561387898047</id><published>2007-11-23T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:41:05.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Daddy I don't want to break down again</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?)&lt;br /&gt;so here is a song I WROTE a real story...and it sucks:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;the monster's long gone&lt;br /&gt;I still have your old guitar--&lt;br /&gt;its collecting dust in the corner--&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had the time&lt;br /&gt;to play it in while&lt;br /&gt;cause I can't stop cryin'&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO YOU WANT THE MONEY?&lt;br /&gt;WHY DON'T YOU WANT TO SEE ME?&lt;br /&gt;WHY DON'T YOU CARE&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I THINK OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MOVE?&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T WE STAY WITH MY MEMORIES&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T&lt;br /&gt;you said you'd always be there&lt;br /&gt;you said you'd always protect me&lt;br /&gt;you said I'd have support&lt;br /&gt;but you won't listen&lt;br /&gt;to what I have to say before I break down again&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I still have some pictures&lt;br /&gt;that aren't torn up yet&lt;br /&gt;they say every tear tells a story&lt;br /&gt;then mine must be neverending&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear it!&lt;br /&gt;I just want it to stop&lt;br /&gt;before I break down again&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;why can't I trust you?&lt;br /&gt;why do you lie?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was your baby girl&lt;br /&gt;but what about her&lt;br /&gt;she's not that much older&lt;br /&gt;just 8 years&lt;br /&gt;why can't she trust you?&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;well I can't deal&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to be strong&lt;br /&gt;I need more then a shoulder to lean on&lt;br /&gt;or an ear to hear&lt;br /&gt;more then a diary&lt;br /&gt;more the person to talk to&lt;br /&gt;I need my daddy,&lt;br /&gt;wasn't he you?&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I'm weakening down&lt;br /&gt;withering away&lt;br /&gt;leaving forever&lt;br /&gt;never to stay&lt;br /&gt;I won't cry anymore&lt;br /&gt;I won't sit here and take it either&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna scream&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna shout&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let my voice be heard!&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Dear Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;the monster's long gone&lt;br /&gt;I still have your old guitar--&lt;br /&gt;its collecting dust in the corner--&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had the time&lt;br /&gt;to play it in awhile&lt;br /&gt;cause I can't stop cryin'&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna break down again&lt;br /&gt;I have, like, five pictures&lt;br /&gt;that aren't torn up, or burned&lt;br /&gt;ever tear tells a story&lt;br /&gt;I was your baby girl&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna break down again&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I can't deal&lt;br /&gt;I try to be strong&lt;br /&gt;more than a shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;more than ear&lt;br /&gt;more the a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;more then person&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I need my daddy&lt;br /&gt;wasn't he you?&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna break down again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME YOUR COMMENTS OR NO MORE SONGS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-557479561387898047?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/557479561387898047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=557479561387898047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/557479561387898047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/557479561387898047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/11/dear-daddy-i-dont-want-to-break-down.html' title='Dear Daddy I don&apos;t want to break down again'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-3873350444801436645</id><published>2007-11-23T22:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:33:33.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do I make my blog better??</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?),&lt;br /&gt;I want to know how to make my blog better, well I know one tip&lt;br /&gt;#1. blog daily&lt;br /&gt;and here's one in my mind&lt;br /&gt;#2. blog on interesting issues&lt;br /&gt;and some how I have to get people to read it....hmm...wow...once I find things I'll post...I guess.&lt;br /&gt;katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-3873350444801436645?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/3873350444801436645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=3873350444801436645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3873350444801436645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/3873350444801436645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-do-i-make-my-blog-better.html' title='How Do I make my blog better??'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6395633800150595215</id><published>2007-11-17T19:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T19:18:31.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new song</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?)&lt;br /&gt;we all have dreams...well recently one of mine was squashed by my dad+stepmom&lt;br /&gt;I was about to give up...but I didn't and I wrote this song:&lt;br /&gt;CRUSHED DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had dreams, goals you couldn't explain--?&lt;br /&gt;people said you had too many, caused you so much pain--?&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU FEEL THE HEART BREAK?&lt;br /&gt;CRY OVER IT&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU GIVE UP?&lt;br /&gt;OR DID YOU GET STRONGER&lt;br /&gt;how many times are you gonna have to take it?&lt;br /&gt;what about your heart? will they break it?&lt;br /&gt;well its up to you&lt;br /&gt;what you do&lt;br /&gt;and how you feel&lt;br /&gt;well its up to you---&lt;br /&gt;*fast* WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?&lt;br /&gt;did they tell you you had to&lt;br /&gt;pick and choose&lt;br /&gt;did they tell you you had to&lt;br /&gt;or that you'd lose&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING good in your life&lt;br /&gt;did you feel the heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;cry over it?&lt;br /&gt;did y ou give up?&lt;br /&gt;or did you get stronger, wiser.?&lt;br /&gt;how many times were your dreams crushed?&lt;br /&gt;thrown down in the dirt?&lt;br /&gt;how many times has your dad told you&lt;br /&gt;somethin' that made you hurt?&lt;br /&gt;how many times are you gonna have to take it?&lt;br /&gt;what about your heart? will they break it?&lt;br /&gt;well its up to you&lt;br /&gt;what you do&lt;br /&gt;what you feel&lt;br /&gt;and how you deal&lt;br /&gt;well its up to you--&lt;br /&gt;*fast* WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?&lt;br /&gt;did you feel the heartbreak?&lt;br /&gt;did you cry over it?&lt;br /&gt;did you give up?&lt;br /&gt;or did you get stronger? wiser?&lt;br /&gt;how many times are you gonna take it?&lt;br /&gt;what about your heart? will they break it?&lt;br /&gt;well its up to you&lt;br /&gt;what you do&lt;br /&gt;what you feel&lt;br /&gt;and how you deal&lt;br /&gt;well its up to you--&lt;br /&gt;*fast* what are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;what are you gonna do?----&lt;br /&gt;*fast*What are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually typed out my chorus and pre-chorus this time so thats why it looks longer than my other songs...but all except like 2 or 3 of my songs are all written about my experiences.  :)  Anyway.  Yea, please tell me how you like it :)&lt;br /&gt;love always&lt;br /&gt;girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6395633800150595215?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6395633800150595215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6395633800150595215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6395633800150595215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6395633800150595215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-song.html' title='new song'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-2028238541326437359</id><published>2007-11-04T18:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T18:05:11.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new title, same girl</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog(?),&lt;br /&gt;Why are there times that I feel like crying, for no reason? I just saw part not even a whole scene of a show where the girl was being hit on by her moms boyfriend and then she hit him to defend herself and he hit her back, her mom believed her boyfriend over her daughter...why did I feel like I was the girl?  Why can I so closely (gah whats the word) (its basically) feel the same thing as the abused character???&lt;br /&gt;anyway new title: its because most of these posts I'm wondering...AM I NORMAL?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-2028238541326437359?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/2028238541326437359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=2028238541326437359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/2028238541326437359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/2028238541326437359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-title-same-girl.html' title='new title, same girl'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6951327207592251365</id><published>2007-10-29T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T17:07:04.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>HOLA:&lt;br /&gt;SECRETS :) about...GIRLS LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #1: Sometimes...I look cold...JUST so you'll hold me.&lt;br /&gt;Secret #2: She needs to hear that she's B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L.&lt;br /&gt;Secret #3: All she wants is someone to love her endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Secret #4: Life was so much easier when boys had cooties!&lt;br /&gt;Secret #5: I'd rather argue with you than kiss someone else!&lt;br /&gt;Secret #6: It's every girl's dream to have a guy call her at 3 a.m. to tell her 'I love you'&lt;br /&gt;Secret #7: Smiles and makeup coverup so much these days.&lt;br /&gt;Secret #8: It's hard to have no one want to hold you when you feel all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Secret #9: Sometime's all she wants to do is run away.&lt;br /&gt;Secret#10: I spend too much time thinking about things that will never happen, and dressing up for the boy that will never care.&lt;br /&gt;Secret#16: I'm so scared that I'll want to love you forever and that you'll only want to love me for a few moments in your life. &lt;br /&gt;Secret#18: She's the type of girl that will try not to like you, but will end up falling even harder.&lt;br /&gt;Secret#20: If you wait to long to have the perfect moment then the perfect moment will pass you by.&lt;br /&gt;Secret#21: Happiness is the secret to all beauty, there is no beauty that is attractive without happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6951327207592251365?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6951327207592251365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6951327207592251365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6951327207592251365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6951327207592251365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/10/shhhhhhhhhh.html' title='SHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19503087.post-6829837279159863602</id><published>2007-10-28T19:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T19:15:43.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>letter...to myself...to him...to God</title><content type='html'>Dear God;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it bug me so much that he's currently not online?  Why does my heart to a flippy turny thing when he touches my shoulders?  Why do I hurt because I'm scared I hurt him???  Why is my heart breaking all over again at the thought that I possibly stood him up?  Why am I such an idiot?  Why does it feel like thursday night was decades ago???  Why can't I currently get him off my mind???  Why am I so close to tears right now???  Why am I sooo confused???  Am I in love??? But I just got done telling him to wait until he's sure and I'm sure...I'M NOT SURE...I don't want to get hurt again...I don't think I could survive another heartbreak that bad...Why does he seem so perfect, even when I notice his flaws???  Why am I feeling like hitting myself repeatedly in the head...'cause I feel like an idiotic fool...Please God, please, don't let me have hurt him!!  I'm begging you!!!  I'd die if I hurt him as badly as I got hurt before...I NEVER WANT TO BREAK ANYONE'S HEART...God...why won't he log on???  Did I do something wrong???  Please let him get on....as a sign that everything is going to be ok!  I want to talk to him before school tomorrow, that way I can sleep tonight knowing that he's ok.  I don't think I've ever been this confused about anything.  Picturing saying I love you to him in my mind...I'm not sure I could do it...but what's worse is picturing him out of my life forever.  I'd cry for days!!! Does that mean I love him???  the only way I'll be able to tell is by looking deep inside myself...but it's sooo hard..I know I'm reluctant to love someone, but that doesn't mean I don't want to...O.K. "girl" take deep breaths...clear your mind...listen REALLY LISTEN to your heart...OH MY GOSH...I do...I love him...WHY CAN'T LIFE BE EASY?!?!?  So...I guess I should tell him right???  oh my gosh this is gonna be hard...well, better get to it...sadly once I realized that...the thoughts weren't strangling my brain...&lt;br /&gt;girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;****Dark Dreamer****&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19503087-6829837279159863602?l=darkdreamer147.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/feeds/6829837279159863602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19503087&amp;postID=6829837279159863602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6829837279159863602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19503087/posts/default/6829837279159863602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdreamer147.blogspot.com/2007/10/letterto-myselfto-himto-god.html' title='letter...to myself...to him...to God'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570348212915589954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
