<?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-4647477347149175927</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:38:37.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Secrets</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-7606680510883715666</id><published>2010-08-07T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T02:44:22.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>For being such attentive listeners.&lt;br /&gt;However, I think this blog has run its course.&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer be updating regularly, however, feel free to stop on by, as I still may post a few random things here and there.&lt;br /&gt;So, in short, don't expect regular posts from me anymore, but there is no need to delete me from your subscriptions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may surprise you every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay well. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-7606680510883715666?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/7606680510883715666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/08/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7606680510883715666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7606680510883715666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/08/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-5053881143299149332</id><published>2010-06-27T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T02:01:32.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lionheart</title><content type='html'>It's so confusing&lt;br /&gt;It's dark and I'm losing&lt;br /&gt;Sight of what is right&lt;br /&gt;I want you to let me be&lt;br /&gt;Please just let go of me&lt;br /&gt;What I say I can't repeat&lt;br /&gt;This constant yearning&lt;br /&gt;It's consuming and burning&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;And still you take me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you are&lt;br /&gt;My lionheart&lt;br /&gt;Lionheart&lt;br /&gt;Fierce protector, deny human nature&lt;br /&gt;Oh you are&lt;br /&gt;My lionheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a sliver of a splinter&lt;br /&gt;You get under my skin&lt;br /&gt;The more I try to rid you&lt;br /&gt;The more pain I inflict&lt;br /&gt;I can't say with much conviction&lt;br /&gt;I can see the light of day&lt;br /&gt;Yet you drag me to the surface&lt;br /&gt;Help me breathe and get away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you are&lt;br /&gt;My lionheart&lt;br /&gt;Lionheart&lt;br /&gt;Fierce protector, deny human nature&lt;br /&gt;Oh you are&lt;br /&gt;My lionheart&lt;div 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secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-3012084490379021037</id><published>2010-06-12T02:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T02:56:44.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well said.</title><content type='html'>"Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils" - Louis Hector Berlioz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told the doctor I broke my leg in two places. He told me to quit going to those places." - Henny Youngman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-3012084490379021037?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/3012084490379021037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/3012084490379021037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/3012084490379021037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-said.html' title='Well said.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-4759579466152387042</id><published>2010-06-12T02:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T02:46:18.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starcrossed.</title><content type='html'>If I could, I would paint the world over&lt;br /&gt;So you could see the billion shades of gray&lt;br /&gt;The lines you see are all an illusion&lt;br /&gt;Drawn to keep your mind under lock and key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day this will all come crashing down&lt;br /&gt;Stars from the heavens spilling to make you see&lt;br /&gt;The hot brands cause a pain that scars&lt;br /&gt;And they spell your name, the blame, the shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were all meant to be the same&lt;br /&gt;Then why are we all so differently beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Woe falls on those who take but do not give&lt;br /&gt;Starcrossed are those born under this sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day this will all come crashing down&lt;br /&gt;Stars from the heavens spilling to make you see&lt;br /&gt;The hot brands cause a pain that scars&lt;br /&gt;And they spell your name, the blame, the shame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-4759579466152387042?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/4759579466152387042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/06/starcrossed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4759579466152387042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4759579466152387042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/06/starcrossed.html' title='Starcrossed.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-5655095282850864835</id><published>2010-05-28T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T00:54:38.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my.</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the ridiculously long hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;Being a full time student and working two jobs as well as having a boyfriend have currently been eating all of my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But summer is HEREEE!&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working a bunch, but I have considerably more time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to have a quality blog up soon instead of a bunch of rubbish I could write right now.. Because honestly, right now I'm pretty pissed at my boyfriend right now... And it's not even over a GOOD reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too stubborn for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice blog when I'm less pissed fer sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-5655095282850864835?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/5655095282850864835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/5655095282850864835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/5655095282850864835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-my.html' title='Oh my.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-7513059491377246634</id><published>2010-05-03T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:52:20.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>The sunshine dances in your hair&lt;br /&gt;I feel beautiful as I linger in your stare&lt;br /&gt;Captivated as a moth drawn to a flame&lt;br /&gt;Wildly more enchanted the more we get tangled in this game &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me&lt;br /&gt;I taste your mouth locked behind my lips&lt;br /&gt;Sweetly&lt;br /&gt;I smile behind crossed fingertips&lt;br /&gt;You said you’d love me forever&lt;br /&gt;If from afar and silently&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep your secret safe with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The honey in your skin too sweet to waste&lt;br /&gt;I became drunk in my unconscious haste&lt;br /&gt;Golden dreams we wished on tainted stars&lt;br /&gt;While your promises and wishes never would be ours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I jumped feet first into the cold unknown&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing that you never meant to follow&lt;br /&gt;As roses full in bloom will wither in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Disillusionment unravels us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me&lt;br /&gt;I taste your mouth locked behind my lips&lt;br /&gt;Sweetly&lt;br /&gt;I smile behind crossed fingertips&lt;br /&gt;You said you’d love me forever&lt;br /&gt;If from afar and silently&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep your secret safe with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you went back (But you went back)&lt;br /&gt;Back on me (Back on me)&lt;br /&gt;If you had only said (If you had only said)&lt;br /&gt;Your love wasn’t free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price I paid was much too great&lt;br /&gt;Left me with nothing but broken faith&lt;br /&gt;If we get the love we think we deserve&lt;br /&gt;How is it I’m the one who’s hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me&lt;br /&gt;I taste your mouth locked behind my lips&lt;br /&gt;It burns me&lt;br /&gt;How you smile behind crossed fingertips&lt;br /&gt;You said you’d love me forever&lt;br /&gt;This time you are naïve if you think&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep your secret safe with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-7513059491377246634?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/7513059491377246634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/05/secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7513059491377246634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7513059491377246634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/05/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-4649679639587145850</id><published>2010-05-01T02:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T02:28:55.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>My voice resounds like broken bells in domes of churches&lt;br /&gt;It would shatter glass if someone heard it&lt;br /&gt;I kneel, I bleed, my repentance&lt;br /&gt;For sins unsaid, with lowered head, I wait for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave my every leaf unturned&lt;br /&gt;Let me rise to fall again&lt;br /&gt;It’s what I deserve in the end&lt;br /&gt;If I refuse to fight&lt;br /&gt;Will that suffice, my atonement?&lt;br /&gt;Save me before sin begins, before it wins&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It begins with a joy, pure and new&lt;br /&gt;Swiftly the apple starts to shine&lt;br /&gt;Before long the hole in your chest starts to ache&lt;br /&gt;As the serpent makes its way inside&lt;br /&gt;You find you have nowhere to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden spark springs to sleeping psychosis&lt;br /&gt;Buried beneath what once sufficed&lt;br /&gt;Desperation drags the darkness to the surface&lt;br /&gt;To shatter mirrors, mirror matters ever madder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave my every leaf unturned&lt;br /&gt;Let me rise to fall again&lt;br /&gt;It’s what I deserve in the end&lt;br /&gt;If I refuse to fight&lt;br /&gt;Will that suffice, my atonement?&lt;br /&gt;Save me before sin begins, before it wins&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;Confession never felt like this&lt;br /&gt;Not quite painful and not full of bliss&lt;br /&gt;Can you save me?&lt;br /&gt;Save me from what I’m to become&lt;br /&gt;Before what’s left of me is none &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last prayer&lt;br /&gt;One final plea left to exchange&lt;br /&gt;All I have to give is yours if you forgive&lt;br /&gt;Me, If I refuse to fight&lt;br /&gt;Will that suffice?&lt;br /&gt;Will that suffice?&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, these are lyrics/a poem. Make of it what you will.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-4649679639587145850?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/4649679639587145850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/05/prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4649679639587145850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4649679639587145850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/05/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-7791640475035407471</id><published>2010-04-27T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:19:32.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SORRY</title><content type='html'>for the lack of posts.&lt;br /&gt;Like the majority of the world, I have been super busy (which is everyone's lame-ass excuse. I'm aware of that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been/is super crazy packed with tests and projects in all my classes, a gigantic load of work at my one job, while still holding obligations to my second job.&lt;br /&gt;I have been scratching around for time everywhere I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang tight, my 11 dedicated followers!&lt;br /&gt;There will be something to feast your eyes on this coming weekend, most likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay sane.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-7791640475035407471?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/7791640475035407471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7791640475035407471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7791640475035407471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;M SORRY'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-2438368465528667116</id><published>2010-04-12T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:44:00.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On being an atheist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/sweetmusician28/religion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/sweetmusician28/religion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You know, I've read many of these blogs about religion: how some people found it, how others lost it, how some people are fed up with it being "shoved down their throats." But really, I've never really read one that I could identify with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wasn't raised in an extremely religious home. My mother is a devout Catholic, even though she stopped attending church at 16. I can still see her with prayer cards in her wallet, and before bed when I was little, I remember her blessing me with "God bless you, God protect you, amen." My dad, on the other hand, is an odd creature. I have no idea what he believes in, if anything. All I know is that he has a small little gem statue of Buddha (he's Cambodian) that he keeps in a little glass bell jar type of thing. We are never supposed to touch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I used to keep it in my room for a long time, and you know what? I always felt safe. I don't know what it was, but I bet if I put it in my room again, I wouldn't be so freaked out if I heard things going bump in the night. This doesn't necessarily indicate that I am a Buddhist by any means -- I'm not -- but, still, one has to wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, I &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; a "Christian" growing up. Why the quotes? I was baptized and all. I went to a Christian preschool when I was little. I even prayed to a god I thought existed all the way up to my sophomore or junior year in high school. I just sort of... stopped. I'm not really sure what it was that led me to "lose faith" so to speak. Really, I think it's sort of like losing your faith in Santa Claus, or the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. I just grew out of it. It didn't suit me or the person I became.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not going to say I lost my religion, though. I never really had a religion to begin with. I never went to church and I never knew what Easter was all about. I always thought it was all bunnies and sugary peeps. And, honestly, I didn't &lt;i&gt;lose&lt;/i&gt; anything. In fact, I gained something by becoming an atheist. Instead of praying to the Old White Guy in the Sky, I put all my faith in myself. You know the old saying that says something like "God never puts you in a situation you can't handle?" (I just googled it. It's actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;1 Corinthians 10:13: "God is faithful, and he will not let you  be tested beyond your strength but with your testing he will... etc") Well, I kind of believe that where there is a will, there is a way. Instead of looking up to to something, I try and make myself stronger from within. I don't pray when I know I won't get an answer. I talk to people close to me. I figure things out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/sweetmusician28/bible.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/sweetmusician28/bible.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well&lt;/i&gt;, you may be wondering, &lt;i&gt;what do you think happens to you when you die?&lt;/i&gt; Haha, um... nothing? Look, I don't know what happens. No one knows. But to think that there's a place where all souls meet and party or that there is an eternally bad place down under makes me laugh. No, no, don't get all pissy: I'm not knocking your beliefs, I promise. But really, the whole bible version of life and the afterlife and what not... I believe it's a story, something to make you piss your pants in fear and be a good little boy or girl. It's a story to make you feel good about yourself. Basically, it's a Mother Goose kind of tale, full of morals and hope. It's a good thing, really. But if there is one thing that confuses me, it's that people take this story literally. There are people that don't believe in evolution and think that if you masturbate you're going to end up in a hell because it's a sin. Well, jeez. If that's the case, then science is all wrong and we're all going to end up in Hell. I'm not preaching. These are my beliefs. I'm just trying to give you my perspective. Calm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;But I am a girl of science. I'm a huge Darwin fan, and I'm looking into majoring in anthropology or neurology and going to med school. So, really, there's a conflict of interest. I can't believe in one while believing in the other, no matter how many people can. It's just not in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;There are those that may think that I don't believe in a god because I don't have proof. Well, I don't have proof that there are aliens, but I do believe that extraterrestrial life exists, yes ma'am. The universe is just too big for that to be impossible. But as for the Old White Guy in the Sky? I'm sorry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Now, don't go thinking I'm knocking all religions and religious people, or even spiritual people. Not even! I have religious friends and a religious family. I don't think they're stupid or ignorant, and I'm not going to waste my time trying to convert anyone. We all have different beliefs, and I can respect that -- to an extent of course. If you come knocking at my door at 9 &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; trying to make me go to church, I will not be a happy camper. If you come to my anthropology class and attempt to tell my professor that Darwin was wrong and quote the scriptures (like someone has in his class before), I &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; think you're a tool. There's a time and a place for everything. If you want to debate something, that's fine, but do it somewhere appropriate. I don't take kindly to people shoving religion down anyone's throat, even if it's an atheist getting in the face of a Catholic. It's uncalled for and nasty. I don't go around trying to make you eat broccoli; don't go around trying to make me eat up your religious (or non-religious) spiel. Right? Can I get an amen? :-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;But what does irk me a bit is when people get wind of someone being an atheist and then become haters. Really? C'mon now. It's not like we're gothed-up, anarchy-loving, baby-killing bastards with no morals. We just put our faith in something else. Or maybe we just take life as it comes. To each his own, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Some days I believe in myself. On my bad days, I don't, and I'll just (in the words of the Dodge commercial) grab life by the horns. But I didn't lose my religion. I gained perspective, and, just maybe, a little bit of strength by doing so too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Oh and PS: Feel free to leave your thoughts. I'm not afraid of criticism :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-2438368465528667116?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/2438368465528667116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-being-atheist.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2438368465528667116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2438368465528667116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-being-atheist.html' title='On being an atheist.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-9082390894902554579</id><published>2010-04-10T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T05:01:04.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knees.</title><content type='html'>Your kiss can bring me to my knees.&lt;br /&gt;The knees you pushed me down upon yesterday, with your words.&lt;br /&gt;The ones I stayed down on, scraped and bruising, hurting elsewhere. &lt;br /&gt;The same knees you cleaned off with &lt;i&gt;I'm Sorry&lt;/i&gt;s and tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;And then you kiss me, and I'm down on them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/sweetmusician28/20090819212758.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/sweetmusician28/20090819212758.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-9082390894902554579?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/9082390894902554579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/04/knees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/9082390894902554579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/9082390894902554579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/04/knees.html' title='Knees.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-2641076943607573637</id><published>2010-04-04T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T03:54:24.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First country song of mine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tj_scott/3707034180/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3429/3707034180_e99dcfa946.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 245px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 369px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This girl's four-foot-seven and she's all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Brought a knife to a gunfight but she still feels strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Got the head of a bull and dancer's feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;There ain't nothing that this girl can't beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Quick draw, know-it-all, she's in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You're S.O.L, your army can't be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hope you got nine lives, she's got one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Honey, let's dance, let's have some fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;At first glance, she's a rough sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;But in the sack she's dynamite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Under the grit, she's a ten and a half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Once you had this chick there ain't no goin' back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Quick draw, know-it-all, she's in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; You're S.O.L, your army can't be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Hope you got nine lives, she's got one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Honey, let's dance, let's have some fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;When you're free from falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;There's nothing you can't face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And to her, love ain't callin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;That's always been her savin' grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Yet in this great world alone it's a lonely place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Quick draw, know-it-all, she's in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  You're S.O.L, your army can't be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  She's taking a hostage tonight, hope you're game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Tomorrow the world won't be quite the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-2641076943607573637?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/2641076943607573637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-man-first-country-song-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2641076943607573637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2641076943607573637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-man-first-country-song-of-mine.html' title='First country song of mine?'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3429/3707034180_e99dcfa946_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-5153218691988764839</id><published>2010-03-29T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:33:13.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post in months! Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm not fun, or crazy. I'm not silly or funny or goofy or really comfortable enough in my own skin to be crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm self-conscious and reserved. I'm calm. I don't like making a scene or a ruckus, or attracting lots of attention to myself. That doesn't mean I don't know how to have fun; my form of fun is just different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm peaceful. I like to talk. I like to play games. But, I don't think I fit into the crowd of people my age. Old friends have turned into people that I no longer click with, you know? I hang out with my boyfriend, and that's it. That's usually fine with me, but sometimes I want some friends too.  I haven't found any that I feel I click with. Perhaps that's because I'm trying to find one, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;But, it does seem at times like I'm the only one that feels like this, that doesn't wanna be part of a group of crazy, loud, free-for-all people... even if they are just having fun. That's not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;P.S. Sorry for the lack of posts lately, I've been pretty busy. :[ But I turned 20 yesterday :]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-5153218691988764839?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/5153218691988764839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-post-in-months-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/5153218691988764839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/5153218691988764839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-post-in-months-sorry.html' title='First post in months! Sorry!'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-1585209119246535051</id><published>2010-01-24T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:48:04.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Spirit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pandahurt/3806228772/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 290px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2511/3806228772_efdf7143a9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As always, it's freaking 3:23 AM and I should really be sleeping by now, but instead I'm sitting up in bed, typing away in the dark. You know you're jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question of the day: what does it mean to be a "free spirit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of the answer to that since yesterday when I went out to enjoy one of the rare rainy days in southern California with my dogs. Most people I know out here hate the rain -- duh, they're Californians -- but I embrace it. I collared up and tossed both of my 80+ lb Weimaraners in the backseat of my little Honda Civic and, with my CD player blasting The Used, drove out to Belmont Shore to walk in the rain and window shop. On the way back the rain stopped and I put all my windows down, put the volume up on my music, and enj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/sweetmusician28/tumblr_kwdhytn3lY1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 217px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/sweetmusician28/tumblr_kwdhytn3lY1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oyed the wind in my hair and seeing my breath in the cold air inside my car as I sang along to the songs. In that moment, I thought "I'm a free spirit." I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; like one. But then I thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;what the hell does that mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; To me, it means doing something unconventional, what most people wouldn't do.. Not being constrained or weighed down by anything.. Really feeling free, whatever that means to you. For me, I always seem to feel that way when I'm driving in my car with the wind in my hair, either coming back from the beach or in the rain. I don't know why; I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; it mean to be a "free spirit?" What makes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; feel like one? :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-1585209119246535051?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/1585209119246535051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/01/free-spirit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1585209119246535051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1585209119246535051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/01/free-spirit.html' title='Free Spirit?'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2511/3806228772_efdf7143a9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-8114362604037873759</id><published>2010-01-17T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T01:57:21.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fall in love with you again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2733/4258861992_1f0c1ba09e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 232px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2733/4258861992_1f0c1ba09e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kraybon/4258861992/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love, you make me happy&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Darlin, you love me sweetly,&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you truly&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Heaven only knows how long I'll have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-8114362604037873759?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/8114362604037873759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-fall-in-love-with-you-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8114362604037873759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8114362604037873759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-fall-in-love-with-you-again.html' title='I fall in love with you again.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2733/4258861992_1f0c1ba09e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-2482800765772014066</id><published>2010-01-16T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:39:04.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Resolutions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/silvergelatin/3264619813/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 434px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1085/3264619813_e43e320502.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;click image to source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, so I was thinking about it for a while, and usually people make New Year's Resolutions at the very beginning of the new year, but whatever. I'm late haha. Here are mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lose weight&lt;/span&gt;: I'm serious this time. I'm setting myself a goal. If I can lose at least 15 lbs within the next three months I shall allow myself to splurge on either an iPod case I've been pining away for the last few weeks or get a really nice designer accessory. (Yay for incentives!) So this ultimately means to cut back on eating out, no eating after dinnertime and no junk food. Welcome to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break my habit &lt;/span&gt;of typing using shorthand or improper capitalization in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A in my statistics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;class&lt;/span&gt;. Me + math = :-(  I shall try to fix this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Break my habit of going to bed past 2 am and waking up at 12:30 pm. :-/ I'll try to go for something decent. How about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bed no later that 1 am, waking no later than 11 am&lt;/span&gt;? Is that still unreasonable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DECIDE A MAJOR &lt;/span&gt;BY THE BEGINNING OF MAY (lest I be stuck in the pits of junior college forever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Spend at least&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1 more day with my family&lt;/span&gt; per week and cherish it instead of loathe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing more, play more, record more&lt;/span&gt; :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1 is definitely my highest priority.&lt;br /&gt;The holidays have made me SO chubby :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on the bright side, today I got news that I won &lt;a href="http://imogenfoxylocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/giveaway-win-two-swarovski-crystal.html"&gt;Imogen&lt;/a&gt;'s mascara giveaway! I really admire her and I'm a sucker for beauty gurus, so if you're like me, check her out :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, final question: what are your resolutions for 2010? Let me know! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-2482800765772014066?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/2482800765772014066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2482800765772014066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2482800765772014066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-resolutions.html' title='Late Resolutions!'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1085/3264619813_e43e320502_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-2246372985273262455</id><published>2010-01-13T21:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:33:21.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know why, but I'm just down in the dumps. I'm getting pissed over stuff for no reason... and really stupid stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could just be that my female side is acting up, or because I quit a job that I really love today. It just wasn't worth it any more though. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being vague and I'm rambling, but I can't be any clearer with people I know reading this. That's funny, isn't it? I can spill my whole heart out to a stranger, but not to friends or family. This probably means that I shouldn't be posting all this online, but it's ok. There's no incriminating evidence on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishes are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To be older&lt;br /&gt;2. To be rich&lt;br /&gt;3. To ace all my classes this semester&lt;br /&gt;4. To be skinny or at least healthy. Being scared of having a heart attack at night sucks.&lt;br /&gt;5. Figure out who I am and what I want to major in/do as a career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to ramble on a bit more, but I changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-2246372985273262455?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/2246372985273262455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/01/down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2246372985273262455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2246372985273262455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/01/down.html' title='Down.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-9021257727268300825</id><published>2010-01-02T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:06:28.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>officially twentyten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii135/stinker44/New%20Year/05c.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 276px;" src="http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii135/stinker44/New%20Year/05c.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-9021257727268300825?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/9021257727268300825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/01/officially-twentyten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/9021257727268300825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/9021257727268300825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2010/01/officially-twentyten.html' title='officially twentyten'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii135/stinker44/New%20Year/th_05c.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-4088005002005777410</id><published>2009-12-30T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:41:14.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woe is me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2442/3797337011_01db5eaedb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 261px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2442/3797337011_01db5eaedb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/safetylast/3797337011/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woe is Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nighttime again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And as usual my longings activate&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel warm&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel safe&lt;br /&gt;Safe from this&lt;br /&gt;Safe from me&lt;br /&gt;Safe from the longings that will never set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stay sane&lt;br /&gt;But everywhere I go I feel this pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me back down&lt;br /&gt;Fill me up&lt;br /&gt;Make this hole inside me satisfied so I don't disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They&lt;br /&gt;Just don't understand&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone want that misery?&lt;br /&gt;Well give me your tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll paint them pleasing&lt;br /&gt;The drops you discarded make wonders grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me back down&lt;br /&gt;Fill me up&lt;br /&gt;Make this hole inside me satisfied so I don't disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the sweetest joy, the wildest woe&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest joy, the wildest woe&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest joy, the wildest woe&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-4088005002005777410?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/4088005002005777410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/woe-is-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4088005002005777410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4088005002005777410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/woe-is-me.html' title='Woe is me.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2442/3797337011_01db5eaedb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-2453145167629894395</id><published>2009-12-28T02:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:11:14.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so excited.</title><content type='html'>This handsome devil is coming home with me around New Years.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this isn't mine, but he looks like this beautiful Umbrella Cockatoo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/2873686651_ce26b78a01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 295px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/2873686651_ce26b78a01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;He was the best Christmas gift ever :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for a name...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-2453145167629894395?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/2453145167629894395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-so-excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2453145167629894395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2453145167629894395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-so-excited.html' title='I&apos;m so excited.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/2873686651_ce26b78a01_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-1697066640760980120</id><published>2009-12-28T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:00:15.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gettin' down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2513/3903766336_2922b39473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 394px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2513/3903766336_2922b39473.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alvinlamucho/3903766336/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to some seriously good tunes right now :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New CDs for Christmas [the latest from]: Three Days Grace, The Used, Imogen Heap, Skillet, Saosin, Hollywood Undead, Breaking Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-1697066640760980120?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/1697066640760980120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-gettin-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1697066640760980120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1697066640760980120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-gettin-down.html' title='I&apos;m gettin&apos; down'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2513/3903766336_2922b39473_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-1708484095321003738</id><published>2009-12-28T00:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:02:05.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know why I'm doing this on my blog, but I'm so bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plus, it will give me something interesting to look back on, assuming that I will have this blog for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a little questionnaire, guys. Don't read it if there's something better out there haha! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last shoot a dirty look at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I don't know. I don't really shoot dirty looks at anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Have you ever had a garage sale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Nope. We donate to the salvation army.. or throw stuff away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What color is your iPod?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I've been iPod-less since mine got stolen :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What's for dinner tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dinner's come and gone. We just had leftovers. How divine haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What is the last drink you drank?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Water. Drink more water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Last time you were sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I don't get sick easily. Probably earlier in the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;How long is your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Long. Not Rapunzel long, but almost boob-length.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Are you happy right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What did you say last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sh!t, I don't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Who came over last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt; My babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you drink beer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Have your brothers or sisters ever told you that you were adopted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, my sister is younger. I don't see how that's relevant now,&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I suppose I always think of the older sibling saying that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What is in your pocket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm wearing PJs. No pockets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Who introduced you to your boyfriend or girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; No one did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What DVD is in your DVD player?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I don't have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What's something fun you did today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Seeing my babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What do you think of when you hear the word "meow"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A cat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Imogen Heap's new CD. Kind of a disappointment :[ But I still like it :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What have you had to drink so far today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Water and a sip of Sprite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;When is your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mar. 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Where did you buy the shirt you're wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The tag says Kmart. Good Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Is there anything hanging from your rear view mirror?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;College parking permit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;How many states in the U.S. have you been to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 3, I think: CA, NV, and does Washington D.C. count as a state?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What are you going to do after this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Talk to my love and wash up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What is something you need to go shopping for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dental floss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What is your favorite kind of gum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Mint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you have any tan lines?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No. I hate those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Who was the last person to call you baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My boyfriend, but he doesn't call me that anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Has anyone ever sang to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Has anyone ever given you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;roses&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;If you were abandoned in the wilderness, would you survive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don't know. Maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What is your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Turquoise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Brown :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What is a compliment you receive way too often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don't know that I receive any TOO often. Or often at all, now that I think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;How tall are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 5'4"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you like your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Most of the time. I'll always love them to pieces, but I don't ALWAYS like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Why did your last relationship end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is still my first. Why am I ashamed to admit that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Who was the last person you said you loved on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Where is the furthest place youve traveled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; D.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Which do you prefer, to eat or sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; They're tied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you look more like your mom or your dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dad. I have his dark coloring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;How long does it take you to shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ten minutes on average.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Can you do splits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; No. I got close a couple years ago. Then I quit dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Can you use the grill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What movie do you want to see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Avatar! And District 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What did you do on New Years Eve 2007?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jeez, I don't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Was your mom a cheerleader?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;How many hours of sleep did you get last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;9 I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you wear your seatbelt in the car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All the time. Safety first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Are you scared of flying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hell yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What do you sleep in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; PJ pants and a shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you have any tattoos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I will soon:]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Have you ever been to Los Angeles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What is your favorite song at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Last to Know" by Three Days Grace. I think they're quite possibly my favorite band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What song do you HATE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Bunches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you like chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm a girl, that's a given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Are you easy to get along with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Any upcoming events you're excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;New Year's Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Sex with more than 25 people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm not a slnt. Plus, I'm in a monogamous relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yes, but my boy is weird about that. HE likes to be the little spoon &gt;:-[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Have you and a person ever talked about getting married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, but that won't happen for years. :-/ He has big dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What should you be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you hate the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Plans tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It's 1:13 am. C'mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What do you currently hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Last to Know" by TDG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;When was the last time you watched a horror movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm not into them. A long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you have any drugs in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm not into that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What is something that can easily kill your mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Having to wait, or being rushed.. Getting into an argument.. Being criticized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How can I forget? We were in my room on my bed one day after school while we were both juniors in high school, and he told me to kiss him. When I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was too embarrassed to he kissed me and then said "your turn.":]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you hate the person you fell hardest for, who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How can I hate that? ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;When was the last time you had a late night phone conversation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Will you regret your next kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Highly doubt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you ignore people when you're mad or upset with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So many times :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Are you a forgiving person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh yea. That's school for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Did you sleep in past noon today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yeahhh :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Talk to to your last ex lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; No ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Is anything annoying you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Having to go back to work in a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Is this year the best year of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No, but it has been a rollercoaster ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Is there something you want to tell someone but can't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Where was the last place you fell asleep other than your own bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My babe's bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you ever think about someone and start crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Always &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[heart]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Who was the last person you had an argument with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My babe. :[ About freaking dinner. How lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;How many people have you had feelings for this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you still talk to the person you had your first kiss with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, every day :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I still kiss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What's one of your locked text messages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'll fill this in when I get my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yes, I still am considering it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What is the status with the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lovers:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Does anything hurt on your body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Is there a member of the opposite sex that knows everything about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What are you doing for your next birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you think anyone has feelings for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What do you spend most of your money on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Food. School. Clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;When was the last time you laughed at a text message?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;It’s 2 in the morning and you get a text message, who is it most likely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you think if you died that the last person you kissed would even care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; He'd break apart. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;When were you last outside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; two hours ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Who did you last say I love you to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Aaron, I think :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Has anyone ever hung up on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Have you ever kissed a brown haired person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Nearly every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Before you die, would you wish to visit outer space?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That's scary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;What if you married the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I would be the happiest woman alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Let me guess, your last incoming call was from the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you know anyone who is pregnant right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Are any of your friends virgins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Did you sleep alone last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have anything that belongs to an ex boyfriend/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girlfriend? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't see how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Is your hair naturally straight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Depends on how it's cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Happy because CHRISTMAS is coming up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's over :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Have you ever kissed the last person you kissed inside a vehicle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Who did you last ride in a car with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Your ex calls you and tells you he/she wants you back, what do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;N/A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Does the person you like know you like them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Have you ever turned to drinking or smoking to solve a problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No. I blog. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Have you seen someone recently you used to talk to, but don’t anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yes, that always makes me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do you think it’s a bunch of sh!t when people say “I have no regrets?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Do your parents love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;If your best friend needed somewhere to stay, could they live with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Of course he could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Where do you want to live when you're older?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ireland. Or here, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Are you the same person as you were at the beginning of 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; No, I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody" &gt;Whats something you need to get done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; School. Goddamn!t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-1708484095321003738?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/1708484095321003738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/stupid-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1708484095321003738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1708484095321003738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/stupid-post.html' title='stupid post.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-7204238685693991446</id><published>2009-12-27T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T02:18:01.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This love -- And some rambling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/_seb_2008/LOVE_by_xDeadlyDesire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 165px;" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn93/_seb_2008/LOVE_by_xDeadlyDesire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I knew that one day he wouldn't be in my life, I don't think I would want to wake up tomorrow. It seems impossible, this love.. Not that it's hard to be together, just that it seems impossible that I could love someone this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; much.&lt;/span&gt; It's incredible. It's not love the way you love your family. Of course, I love neither more than the other. I would give my all for my family as I would for him. It's just a different love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one that consumes me, to the point of obsession. Whether I have crossed the point, I do not know. This love makes me weak at times, yet it makes me feel strong and invincible, like I can do anything. It makes me feel vulnerable because he knows me inside out, which buttons to push, how to read my face without me having to make a sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm not making anyone gag. I just had to get this out. I've been talking to him about it, but I guess there's only so much "awww" would cover as a response. I just. I don't know what I want to say. I guess I'm here to... vent? Unleash some energy? Maybe that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't go as far to say that he's the perfect guy. Obviously, he's not. He doesn't like change, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t89/Lax_chick50/icons/z78344278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t89/Lax_chick50/icons/z78344278.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he is quick to get upset. When something means a lot to him, he is in no way flexible. He's very small for a guy and looks a bit too young for his age. And yet, his is perfect for ME. He makes me laugh when I am crying. He can put my family in a better mood when I think it's impossible. Whenever I first see him that day he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; takes my breath away -- it's like I'm seeing the sun for the first time. My sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my refuge, my go-to when life gets tough. I think that's also what pisses me off a lot of the time as well. Since I've had him, he's always been my best friend. That's what he was to me at first, before we started dating. I helped him out with his girl problems and he helped me sort out issues I had. But now, I have a best friend who is my lover. I don't have any other go-tos. So, when I'm upset or angry at him, I have no one to vent to but him, still. I don't know if this is a good thing -- it, in a way, forces me to forgive him faster because I miss him -- or a bad thing because I never get anyone else's point of view. Maybe I've made a thousand mistakes that I don't see. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February we will have been together for 3 years. That's a long time, but it seems like just yesterday he was all antsy and embarrassed, waiting for the perfect time to ask me while I waited patiently for him to spit it out. We've both changed so much yet still love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if this will be forever. If he'll be my one and only. I'd like for it to be that way, but I'm also realistic enough to know that in this day and age, it isn't likely. Still, the optimist in me refuses to give up and so I have high hopes that this will work out... But that doesn't make that any less naive haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that I should be 27 instead of 19. I want so many things that I shouldn't want. It's hard to explain while still being vague... which, I guess, means I shouldn't try to explain it. But, still it bugs me. I should be happy that I'm still so young, but I'm so eager to grow up. I need something to make me want to stay young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this concludes my ramblings for one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-7204238685693991446?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/7204238685693991446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-love-and-some-rambling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7204238685693991446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7204238685693991446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-love-and-some-rambling.html' title='This love -- And some rambling.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t89/Lax_chick50/icons/th_z78344278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-6832206912899749446</id><published>2009-12-24T02:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:29:03.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNK7Tk33-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/10qHcPAmitg/s1600-h/3784208372_2b418daa3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNK7Tk33-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/10qHcPAmitg/s400/3784208372_2b418daa3d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418757159384506338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me a star so we'll always be together&lt;br /&gt;A shining beacon to guide you if you lose your way&lt;br /&gt;I'll look at it and think on your face as I last saw it&lt;br /&gt;Your smile the only true thing in my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many days have I been so close to cracking&lt;br /&gt;And so many nights have I cried&lt;br /&gt;It's your touch that gives me hope, your faith that gives me strength&lt;br /&gt;To go on one more day to see it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may be two hearts, but two parts that make us whole&lt;br /&gt;Alone neither one can sustain&lt;br /&gt;From fingertips to toes I have memorized your feel&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when you kissed my lips, you also touched my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you decide&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;And I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;My heart is only yours and I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our paths diverge, make your choice, and don't you worry&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart lead you where you long to be&lt;br /&gt;If life holds that we are meant to be, you'll find your way back&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here, arms readied for your embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you decide&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;And I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If it takes forever I'll wait for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-6832206912899749446?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/6832206912899749446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/his-lullaby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/6832206912899749446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/6832206912899749446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/his-lullaby.html' title='His Lullaby'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNK7Tk33-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/10qHcPAmitg/s72-c/3784208372_2b418daa3d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-8266416586975471036</id><published>2009-12-23T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:56:18.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love this</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be careful if you make a woman cry, for God counts every one of her tears. The woman came out of a man’s rib, not from his feet to be walked on, not from his head to be superior, but from the side to be equal, under the arm to be protected and next to the heart to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-8266416586975471036?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/8266416586975471036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8266416586975471036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8266416586975471036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-this.html' title='i love this'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-1736112807235353267</id><published>2009-12-23T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:52:05.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my civil war.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzHoFncReTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TEbZKxVuGwE/s1600-h/3771908311_8743cd784f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzHoFncReTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TEbZKxVuGwE/s400/3771908311_8743cd784f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418367009887975730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This feeling eats my insides out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consuming me&lt;br /&gt;Confusing me&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe I have a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's plain to see&lt;br /&gt;That this is not for me&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I wish it so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll try to&lt;br /&gt;Ignore it&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot seem to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, chain me&lt;br /&gt;Make me forget that there was ever a time without you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I want you to want me&lt;br /&gt;Force my eyes to open to see the truth that was always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This insecurity&lt;br /&gt;Threatens to bury me&lt;br /&gt;The longing is the weight that holds me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Listening to no one but my heart&lt;br /&gt;And yet you will tell me it is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, chain me&lt;br /&gt;Make me forget that there was ever a time without you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I want you to want me&lt;br /&gt;Force my eyes to open to see the truth that was always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I know that this is real?&lt;br /&gt;Trusting is so hard in a world this cruel&lt;br /&gt;Be my anchor, keep me held so close&lt;br /&gt;That only death can pry us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling eats my insides out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-1736112807235353267?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/1736112807235353267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-civil-war.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1736112807235353267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1736112807235353267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-civil-war.html' title='my civil war.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzHoFncReTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TEbZKxVuGwE/s72-c/3771908311_8743cd784f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-1906452959124443958</id><published>2009-12-10T01:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:33:24.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;really is the hardest thing. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ill always love you, sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know youll be happier where youre going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-1906452959124443958?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/1906452959124443958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/letting-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1906452959124443958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1906452959124443958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/letting-go.html' title='letting go'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-5788967797483173554</id><published>2009-12-03T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:40:11.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another wish list :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.designerclothing247.com/burberry_scarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 317px;" src="http://www.designerclothing247.com/burberry_scarf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;burberry scarf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_Ebad3-yQk/Sgr0WUW0IaI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0AJJMBmck7I/s400/starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_Ebad3-yQk/Sgr0WUW0IaI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0AJJMBmck7I/s400/starbucks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;starbucks gift card :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodpri2/V266522_999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 508px;" src="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodpri2/V266522_999.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any love spell scented product from victoria's secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41KCuDV0HZL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41KCuDV0HZL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;coexist decal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16416794_05_a?$cat$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 211px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16416794_05_a?$cat$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16818445_083_a?$cat$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 211px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16818445_083_a?$cat$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny stickies and pillow from urban outfitters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.widgetandgadget.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/nano-shoots-video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.widgetandgadget.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/nano-shoots-video.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont think i need to tell you what these are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-5788967797483173554?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/5788967797483173554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/5788967797483173554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/5788967797483173554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='another wish list :]'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_Ebad3-yQk/Sgr0WUW0IaI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0AJJMBmck7I/s72-c/starbucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-5120334789451300851</id><published>2009-12-02T23:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:57:24.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas wish list</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. burberry scarf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. CDs: three days grace, breaking benjamin, skillet, paramore, imogen heap, sarah brightman, lady gaga, etc&lt;br /&gt;3. books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. iPod touch/nano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. amazing camera&lt;br /&gt;6. promise-type ring&lt;br /&gt;7. money for tattoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. coexist bumper sticker/decal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. victoria's secret love spell perfume/lotion/body spray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. exotic earrings&lt;br /&gt;11. picture of ireland for my wall&lt;br /&gt;12. toys/supplies for heidi&lt;br /&gt;13. yummy chocolates/candy/starbucks gift card&lt;br /&gt;14. nice smelling candles&lt;br /&gt;15. makeup/supplies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-5120334789451300851?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/5120334789451300851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-wish-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/5120334789451300851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/5120334789451300851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-wish-list.html' title='christmas wish list'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-1316194909517829380</id><published>2009-11-29T21:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:32:33.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life at the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm9/bluesemotion/03510eab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 366px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm9/bluesemotion/03510eab.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(141, 141, 141); line-height: 20px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica;" &gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Where is your cell phone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; On my bed next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Your hair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; is down, as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Your favorite food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Your standard burger with hot, crispy french fries. Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Your dream from last night: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was bizarre. I forgot my final for my film class and there were cockatoos in all the trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Your favorite drink:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Peppermint mocha :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Your dream/goal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; To help people through music or medicine, have a family, go to Ireland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. What room are you in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. What are your hobbies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Singing, writing, drawing, and learning new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. What is your fear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Losing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Where do you want to be in 6 years: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Either medical school or making music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Where were you last night: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with Aaron :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. Something you are not:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; fit. :-[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Muffins:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Either banana walnut or blueberry. Delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Wish list items:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; a unique ring, fringed purse, an iPod of some sort, and dvds from Tommy Tiernan, my favorite comedian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. Where did you grow up: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 20px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica;" &gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;southern California, where I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(141, 141, 141); line-height: 20px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. Last thing you did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; went to the orthodontist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. What are you wearing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; my worst jeans, paisley tank and a black cardigan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. Your TV: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 20px; font-weight: normal;font-family:Arial,Helvetica;" &gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;is currently off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(141, 141, 141); line-height: 20px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. Your pets:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 2 Weimaraners, Silver and Captain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20. Your friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; are few, but are very dear to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21. Your favorite store:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; borders, urban outfitters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;22. Your favorite color: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;turquoise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-1316194909517829380?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/1316194909517829380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-at-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1316194909517829380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1316194909517829380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-at-moment.html' title='life at the moment'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-4246042142619939949</id><published>2009-11-22T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:13:48.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heidi&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SwoZ4YObTlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ESr6iKlOcTQ/s1600/IMG_1316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SwoZ4YObTlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ESr6iKlOcTQ/s400/IMG_1316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407162758978031186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i snuck her into my house yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so in love with this little girl :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-4246042142619939949?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/4246042142619939949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-heidi3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4246042142619939949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4246042142619939949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-heidi3.html' title='my heidi&lt;3'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SwoZ4YObTlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ESr6iKlOcTQ/s72-c/IMG_1316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-1712618205938512007</id><published>2009-11-10T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:01:52.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>refreshing thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/3601321867_23ea7e2be3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 273px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/3601321867_23ea7e2be3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ninjapix3/3601321867/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can give myself hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can give myself strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can be whatever i want to be in this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i dont need some god to make me whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can pull through anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im alive, and i can make the most out of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think i had an epiphany tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i must remember this for the times that get tough in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it feels so damn good to think this way.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-1712618205938512007?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/1712618205938512007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/11/refreshing-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1712618205938512007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1712618205938512007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/11/refreshing-thoughts.html' title='refreshing thoughts'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/3601321867_23ea7e2be3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-5606512023600720335</id><published>2009-11-03T23:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:08:20.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brilliant, simply brilliant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="sc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, my five year old nephew came up to me and asked me what an orgasm was. Before I could answer he asked if it was when someone's organs exploded. I told him yes. He then proceeded to tell his mom he never wanted to have an orgasm. The look on her face was priceless. MLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-5606512023600720335?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/5606512023600720335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/11/brilliant-simply-brilliant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/5606512023600720335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/5606512023600720335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/11/brilliant-simply-brilliant.html' title='brilliant, simply brilliant'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-865829474637209503</id><published>2009-11-03T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:37:27.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>violent tendencies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2401/2076208737_02b2d752fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 275px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2401/2076208737_02b2d752fd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/20927355@N03/2076208737/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  &gt;i want you to feel what it's like to be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  &gt;this is what you make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  &gt;this is what you make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  &gt;im ready to combust, it needs to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  &gt;it's a threat that you don't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"  &gt;this is how you made me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-865829474637209503?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/865829474637209503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/11/violent-tendencies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/865829474637209503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/865829474637209503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/11/violent-tendencies.html' title='violent tendencies.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2401/2076208737_02b2d752fd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-6166972405301861996</id><published>2009-11-03T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T02:10:25.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things get harder every day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;havent written in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;things have been busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aaron is sick, so im up by myself trying to get back to doing my midterm after taking a "break." im about halfway done page-wise, but not content-wise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im tired now but i wanted to finish before going to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ive been pretty down in the dumps about music. ive thought about quitting this whole band thing altogether because i pretty much feel secondhand. it's hard to find members, esp those interested in having a female vocalist, and with a bf who already is involved in one band. im still so bitter towards them, and ive been feeling it a lot lately. i cant listen to him talk about his other band. i get so angry and jealous that i nearly lose it. i crumble inside and lately ive gotten really bad... i start envisioning some pretty violent shit. it makes me wonder if there's something wrong with me. like, it just doesnt seem normal, and im a pretty patient and peaceful person. i dont ever want to harm people, but with them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or maybe it is normal. i dont know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i failed my diet, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;back to eating nothing tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i swear, things are getting harder by the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i almost talked to aaron about taking a break the other day too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it had to do with band stuff and i just havent been the best out there lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think he sensed it, because he convinced me not to, without me ever having to tell him what i was thinking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i love him, but i wanted to feel loved. not like a metaphorical punching bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i thought of names again, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sad, i know, but it keeps me... sane? nah, too melodramatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;idk it's kinda theraputic for me or something haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but ok:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. freya therese (and if i have her with aaron one day, her initials would be FTW! hell ya!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. marina isabel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. alanna belle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. summer rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. avylon/aveline leclaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. jack sawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. brody bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. chloe avylon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. jack leonardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. sawyer chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-6166972405301861996?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/6166972405301861996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/11/havent-written-in-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/6166972405301861996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/6166972405301861996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/11/havent-written-in-while.html' title='things get harder every day'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-1927150561028833299</id><published>2009-10-26T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:18:39.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;why do you make this hard on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;or rather, why do i make things hard on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's just not fair how you can't let me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there's only one way it can go but you're refusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you turn your back and my stars all crumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tiny morsels down the drain now tumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im starving for more than you can give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this fix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;every time i swear it's my last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but each time i come crawling back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;on hands and knees, i'm in the wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there's just nothing i can turn to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you turn your back and my stars all crumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tiny morsels down the drain now tumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im starving for more than you can give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this fix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;fix this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;fix this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this fix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this fix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-1927150561028833299?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/1927150561028833299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1927150561028833299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1927150561028833299'/><link 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Best two dollars I ever lost. MLIA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today, I was doing PR for our city police department and talking to kids about 911. I asked a group of preschoolers if any of them could tell me what their address was. A little girl immediately raised her hand and told me that a dress was a something you pulled over your head to wear. Best answer I heard all day. MLIA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="sc"&gt;Today a guy in my history class said he couldn't take the test because he was suffering from sexual exhaustion. Without looking up from her desk, the teacher said, "That's ok, just use the other hand." MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="sc"&gt;Today, when I asked my son how hitting his brother in the eye could be "an accident," he replied, "I was trying to hit him in the nose." MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="sc"&gt;Today, my friend and I were playing with an application on his iphone, which is similar to a magic 8 ball. He asked it several questions and kept getting similar lame responses, such as "outlook isn't good," "not in a million years," "ask again later," etc. He got frustrated, and exclaimed, "Oh yea! Well I bet you don't have a girlfriend, do you Mr. 8 Ball!" It responded with, "Ask your mom." It could not have been a more perfect response. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="sc"&gt;Today, my teacher told us that he found out the gender of his soon-to-be child. It's a girl. My classmates were asking him what him and his wife are thinking for names. He said they've decided to name her Brooke Lynn. Everyone aww'd at how nice of a name, till I remembered his last name is Bridge. I laughed so hard I snorted. No one got it. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="sc"&gt;Today, my American Sign Language class learned the sign for "drinking water": to mimic moving an invisible bottle to your mouth. A girl performed the motion with her hand in a tight fist rather than her hands cupped. The teacher broke out laughing hysterically. Little did we know she just signed "blowjob." MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="sc"&gt;Today, my brother had tons of animal crackers on the floor looking through them. I asked him what he was doing and he replied, "The box says you can't eat them if the seal is broken. I'm looking for the seal." I have high hopes for him. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="sc"&gt;Today in history, my teacher was talking about the women and horses that died during the crusades, and how horses were considered more important. "You can't ride a woman", he said, paused, laughed, then said "Well, you can, but I don't know how effective it would be in battle."He's definitely my favourite teacher. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="sc"&gt;Today, a man called me by accident. When I told him he had the wrong number he replied "No, you just have the wrong phone." Touché, phone man. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="sc"&gt;Today, another physics teacher walked in to my physics class. My teacher started joking with him, and asked him, "Why don't you teach any AP classes?". In response, The teacher said "I don't know, I guess I just don't have A.P-ness." When the whole class burst out laughing, he didn't get it. It took him five minutes to realize what he had said. MLIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-4387678610272961656?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/4387678610272961656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/made-me-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4387678610272961656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4387678610272961656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/made-me-smile.html' title='made me smile'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-4332696308092436660</id><published>2009-10-14T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:32:57.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>www.mylifeisaverage.com is the best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Today, I went to the local orchard. They have a play area, with a rule sign at the gate. The first five rules were normal, like don't throw things, and wear the wristband for proof of purchase. The sixth rule was "Parents, don't leave your kids unsupervised". Underneath that, in italics, read "Kids left unsupervised will be given espresso and promised a bunny". My parents and I started cackling madly. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my brother asked my mom why wearing no underwear is called "commando." She replied, "Because commando means you're ready to attack.". My mom just got significantly cooler. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was forced to put up Halloween decorations with my 3 year old cousin. She picked up a plastic bone, and proceeded to name him Mr. Boner. She thought it would be appropriate to carry around her new plastic friend, and introduce him to strangers. Thank you my little cousin for making such a boring task so incredibly awesome. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was talking to my older cousin about how much I hate my last name, Dill. She then asked me to think about how she feels because her name is Chrystal Leer. I didn't understand until she reminded me her middle name is shanda. Chrystal Shanda Leer. I love my Aunt and Uncle a little bit more now. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I recieved a birthday card from my 80 year old grandmother. The card read, "Here's 50 bucks. I still love you. Even though you never f-ing call me anymore." I now have the utmost respect for her. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today , I decided to tell my family a riddle that goes like this: "When you have it you want to share it, but when you share it you don't have it. What is it?" The expected answer to the riddle is "a secret", but my little brother said "Virginity?" I love him a little more now. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I walked into my family room to see my mom watching the video of her marriage to my stepdad, because she wanted to transfer the VCR to a DVD. I got there right in time to watch myself walk down the aisle as the flower girl. Half way down, I dumped out the remaining flower petals in the basket and put the basket on my head. I proceeded to skip the rest of the way down the aisle. Way to go, little me. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, I found out that "Liar, Liar Pants On Fire" translated into French and back comes back to say "Teller of Untruths, Your Trousers Have Combusted". I laughed. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I discovered that the roof of my apartment leaks when it rains. Right into my sink. I'm still not sure if there's a problem. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was teasing my mom on the phone about my cousin who is pregnant without revealing who is actually pregnant. I was giving her hints such as they're 18 years old, it's not that surprising etc etc. Finally she said "who is it, you?" I paused slightly and asked her how she knew, she freaked out for ten minutes then hung up the phone. I don't know what's more surprising, that my mom forgets that I'm really twenty-one, or that my mom thinks men can get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had a substitute in class. Right before she began to call the roll, everyone in my class decided that we were gonna say "chop" when our name was called. She started calling everyone's name and was confused at first about our responses, but soon went along with it. When the very last person's name was called, instead of saying "chop" he replied "timber!" and we all fell out of our seats. Easily the best homeroom ever. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while walking home I saw a banana peel in the middle of the road. I thought nothing of it until finding an empty turtle shell a few feet away. Someone has been playing Mario Kart in my neighborhood. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I noticed a sign on a door that said "This door is alarmed". Underneath it someone had written "What startled it?". MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was on the computer. I looked and saw the Microsoft Word paperclip guy but Word was not open. He winked at me and then disappeared. I'm worried. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to the grocery store, and I saw a car that was exactly like mine, down to the color. I parked next to it, and left a note on the windshield that said "Sick ride!" When I was leaving the store, I found a note on my windshield. It read: "Thank you, my dear vehicular twin." It made me very happy. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was talking with this girl I met the other day and she asked when my birthday was. I told her it was September 31st. She screamed and told me that was her birthday as well. There is no September 31st. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was looking through some old papers from 2nd grade. I noticed that on one of my spelling tests I had spelled "penis" instead of "pennies". I wish I could have seen my teachers face. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was texting my friend and I wanted to say "you're a weirdo" but the setting on my phone shows what it thinks the next word will be and it came up with "you're a chicken sandwich". Much better choice than my first one. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got a book for my college class from the college bookstore. On the side of the book, there is a sticker that says "I'm Used, I'm Cheap, And I'm Available". I think my book is a prostitute. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;hope this makes u smile :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-4332696308092436660?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/4332696308092436660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/wwwmylifeisaveragecom-is-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4332696308092436660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4332696308092436660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/wwwmylifeisaveragecom-is-best.html' title='www.mylifeisaverage.com is the best'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-5920261029373562301</id><published>2009-10-13T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:53:58.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3595/3360838428_61e12dd65f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 369px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3595/3360838428_61e12dd65f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/v1nz/3360838428/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it rained for the first time in AGES today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you have no idea how good of a mood ive been in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i swear, give me some rain and ill be one happy bee regardless of what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hope it rains tomorrow and the day after and the day after and the day after...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-5920261029373562301?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/5920261029373562301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/5920261029373562301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/5920261029373562301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain.html' title='rain!'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3595/3360838428_61e12dd65f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-7260520051490769558</id><published>2009-10-11T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:34:01.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>warm fuzzy feelings arise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doesnt she just make your heart melt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3319/3576845109_73efff9e34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3319/3576845109_73efff9e34.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/heidihope/3576845109/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-7260520051490769558?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/7260520051490769558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/warm-fuzzy-feelings-arise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7260520051490769558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7260520051490769558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/warm-fuzzy-feelings-arise.html' title='warm fuzzy feelings arise'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3319/3576845109_73efff9e34_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-1124931114791583991</id><published>2009-10-11T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:04:07.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>money can buy marshmallows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/63703355_134cecbf87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 256px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/63703355_134cecbf87.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tantek/63703355/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i want to punch the person that said "money cant buy happiness" in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, you must have been a really rich stinker, because if i had a few hundred bucks laying aroun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;d here, i sure as hell know that my life would be a whole lot happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money isnt everything, blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;but it really becomes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; when you find yourself thinking of that first before you do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha im not living in a box, and im not using food stamps or anything.&lt;br /&gt;but having your savings account withdraw the last $4 from your checking account and put you in the red kinda sucks. and then you feel poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to find a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-1124931114791583991?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/1124931114791583991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-to-punch-person-that-said-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1124931114791583991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1124931114791583991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-to-punch-person-that-said-money.html' title='money can buy marshmallows.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/63703355_134cecbf87_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-8329056144244887125</id><published>2009-10-11T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:25:05.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little thought i had for the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3548/3787079586_cd071f416c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 250px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3548/3787079586_cd071f416c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kharied/3787079586/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the journey is where ill live&lt;br /&gt;in laying in bed on a sea of yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;and looking up to a sky of tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing more true than the now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-8329056144244887125?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/8329056144244887125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-thought-i-had-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8329056144244887125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8329056144244887125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-thought-i-had-for-day.html' title='a little thought i had for the day.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3548/3787079586_cd071f416c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-7849876451481770344</id><published>2009-10-11T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:55:48.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rebel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3347/3243116343_fdd487ef02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 228px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3347/3243116343_fdd487ef02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brainbikerider/3243116343/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sometimes i crack up at the way i think of myself. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i sometimes like to consider myself as a "rebel at heart" when, really, there's nothing rebellious about me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sure, we all hate taking orders and obeying the rules, but me, a rebel?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the most rebellious thing i have ever done was to go to high school occasionally out of uniform... that is, by wearing a shirt without a collar.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, im such a badass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-7849876451481770344?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/7849876451481770344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/rebel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7849876451481770344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7849876451481770344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/rebel.html' title='rebel?'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3347/3243116343_fdd487ef02_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-3067032445980626182</id><published>2009-10-11T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T01:38:05.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled lyrics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3401707595_914ace2b8d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 246px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3401707595_914ace2b8d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brandoncwarren/3401707595/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so easy to get lost in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;green, jaded like i was when i met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but since then everything has changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i forget the difference between livings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i used to rush in the before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now im freezing in the after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;deep in your pocket, im warm and safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sleeping soundly while everything goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's hard to remember a time before this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you're a hallmark i use to judge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can something so good can kill me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if thats the case is it a price i can afford to pay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i used to rush in the before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now im freezing in the after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;deep in your pocket, im warm and safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sleeping soundly while everything goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can you have the high without addiction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can you give without giving it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can you break the habit without destruction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what's it gonna take to finally bring the fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i used to rush in the before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; now im freezing in the after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; deep in your pocket, im warm and safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sleeping soundly while everything goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i'll just dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll just dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i'll just dream here, warm here, safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as you pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-3067032445980626182?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/3067032445980626182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/3067032445980626182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/3067032445980626182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled-lyrics.html' title='untitled lyrics.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3401707595_914ace2b8d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-988458992053334115</id><published>2009-10-10T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:16:24.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd really love to do this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I grew up in a college town, and one Halloween our doorbell rang and we opened the door expecting to see trickortreater—but what was in front of our open door—was another door! Like, a full-on wooden door, that had a sign that said “Please knock.” So we did, and the door swung open to reveal a bunch of college dudes dressed as really old grandmothers, curlers in their hair, etc, who proceeded to coo over our “costumes” and tell us we were “such cute trick or treaters!” One even pinched my cheek. Then THEY gave US candy, closed their door, picked it up and walked to the next house. MLIA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.mylifeisaverage.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bloody brilliant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-988458992053334115?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/988458992053334115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/id-really-love-to-do-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/988458992053334115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/988458992053334115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/id-really-love-to-do-this.html' title='i&apos;d really love to do this'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-146711480205034063</id><published>2009-10-03T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:20:15.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a smile for the coming week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SsfJXiUjZKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lPT647ecT4U/s1600-h/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SsfJXiUjZKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lPT647ecT4U/s400/glasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388496885359273122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennipenni/2668248119/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for some reason, im feeling very optimistic for this coming week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and, trust me, this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; happens haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for once, i have absolutely nothing to stress over. [i hope im not jinxing it!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have no projects due [b/c i was a smartie and completed/presented it during the first week available instead of waiting 3 weeks down the road], i have no tests, it's not my week to play in piano, and i don't think i have any other engagements. SCORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im sorry, but last week i was stressing out like a madwoman with no crack. and when i stress, it's not good, because im prone to meltdowns. i get all melodramatic, i cry, i search for every possible thing wrong in my life, i eat too much, i stay up late, and i strain my relationship with my boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah, this girl + stress = hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but this week, i feel FREEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sooo what am i going to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;perhaps ill keep being productive and finish my work due for the week after :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha perhaps all this optimism comes from the fact that i FINALLY changed my sheets and quilt on my bed and cleaned my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i feel like i cleaned out a part of my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...whoa, that sounded weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but im a very different person after i've cleaned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OH! and i washed my car yesterday too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HELLOOOOO good mood! :]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-146711480205034063?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/146711480205034063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/smile-for-coming-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/146711480205034063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/146711480205034063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/smile-for-coming-week.html' title='a smile for the coming week'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SsfJXiUjZKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lPT647ecT4U/s72-c/glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-8040684810670027180</id><published>2009-10-03T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:40:27.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha i was looking around on myspace, and on the "people you might know" section, i saw a picture of a guy that i had fallen really hard for in high school. haha, it was bizarre, but after a while he said he "liked" me and then after that mustve been embarrassed because he ended up avoiding me at all costs. now that i look back on it, it's pretty funny, but back then it absolutely tore me to pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and today, i looked on his web page and found out that he's gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHA, well, it makes sense now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe it was an error, maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i can see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's just like wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha i never expected that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;go him, i hope he finds happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but, man, was my perception of him wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-8040684810670027180?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/8040684810670027180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8040684810670027180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8040684810670027180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-surprise.html' title='what a surprise'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-8752016440047168360</id><published>2009-10-02T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:41:56.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;now, to balance out the negativity from the last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- when my bf says something particularly sweet&amp;amp;sincere&lt;br /&gt;- mastering a piece on piano&lt;br /&gt;- singing/making songs with my bf&lt;br /&gt;- river wins in poker&lt;br /&gt;- dreaming about getting married&lt;br /&gt;- the color &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;turquoise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;overcast/cold/rainy weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my room&lt;br /&gt;- birds&lt;br /&gt;- getting letters and packages in the mail&lt;br /&gt;- karma: the belief that what goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;- fmylife.com, mylifeisaverage.com, mylifeisg.com&lt;br /&gt;- shane dawson&lt;br /&gt;- pretty bras&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- family guy [esp evil stewie]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;watching my bf ice skate. he looks like an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the belief that if there is good there must be evil; you need a balance&lt;br /&gt;- HAVING A CLEAN CAR&lt;br /&gt;- nickelback in concert :]&lt;br /&gt;- folding towels still hot from the dryer on a cool day :]&lt;br /&gt;- warm homemade chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven&lt;br /&gt;- the smell that fills the house when youre baking stuff&lt;br /&gt;- cornbread&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gay marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- how your mouth feels after you brush your teeth&lt;br /&gt;- POPPING BUBBLE WRAP&lt;br /&gt;- kissing xxxxx&lt;br /&gt;- torrid.com&lt;br /&gt;- scarves&lt;br /&gt;- photography&lt;br /&gt;- the smell of air conditioning&lt;br /&gt;- burning logs in the fireplace during holidays&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;C&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- knowing that ill finally be in the 20s. kinda makes me sad though, but i feel grown up.&lt;br /&gt;- the smell of gasoline/new bags from clothing stores&lt;br /&gt;- reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; newspapers&lt;br /&gt;- flip flops [esp RAINBOWS]&lt;br /&gt;- the feeling of sand beneath your feet and the wind blowing through your hair&lt;br /&gt;- the beachy smell&lt;br /&gt;- dolphins&lt;br /&gt;- the name &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Freya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my favorite kids at work :] SO cute and innocent&lt;br /&gt;- pictures with my boyfriend in them&lt;br /&gt;- mermaids. idk why but i always wished i was a mermaid&lt;br /&gt;- spicy stuff&lt;br /&gt;- good days&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tommy tiernan&lt;/span&gt;/gabriel iglesias&lt;br /&gt;- greys anatomy&lt;br /&gt;- the OC&lt;br /&gt;- old disney movies&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;being pro-choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- learning about the brain and certain diseases&lt;br /&gt;- cowboys ;-) [w/o southern accents? HAHA]&lt;br /&gt;- happy endings&lt;br /&gt;- ETSY.com&lt;br /&gt;- taco bell&lt;br /&gt;- tattoos&lt;br /&gt;- kat von d&lt;br /&gt;- cheap, trashy romances&lt;br /&gt;- having days with no school, no work, no homework, and time to spend with the boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;- finding things out about my comp and fixing computers :]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;drawing funny pictures when i should be paying attention in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- watching behind the scenes of animated/cartoon shows. i like watching the actors record :]&lt;br /&gt;- katherine heigl&lt;br /&gt;- PATRICK DEMPSEY WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;- being barefoot&lt;br /&gt;- pocahontas [movie]&lt;br /&gt;- diaries&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finding money in your pockets that you had forgotten about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the smell of freshly washed laundry mmmm&lt;br /&gt;- the feeling of just shaved legs -- so silky smooth!&lt;br /&gt;- when my bf just shaved&lt;br /&gt;- lazy days&lt;br /&gt;- long hair [on guys&amp;amp;girls... guys with really long hair are uber hot]&lt;br /&gt;- playing smash bros brawl!&lt;br /&gt;- watching funny movies with my looooove&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the fact that i can show up at his house in a raggedy sweater, frizzy hair, and no makeup on and he'll say i look beautiful [HEART!] some guys ARE like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- big dogs&lt;br /&gt;- jalapenos&lt;br /&gt;- writing lyrics [when i have inspiration]&lt;br /&gt;- dreaming of going to ireland&lt;br /&gt;- shop therapy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- when he calls me baby :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- sparkling headbands&lt;br /&gt;- airy/cute rooms&lt;br /&gt;- lessons i learned from my mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;- being late for school because you found a lost dog in the street and brought it back home :]&lt;br /&gt;- singing harmonies&lt;br /&gt;- very unique names&lt;br /&gt;- wearing tube tops when it's hot&lt;br /&gt;- dippin dots&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ferraro's&lt;/span&gt; italian food&lt;br /&gt;- the feeling i get after i help someone out in some way&lt;br /&gt;- looking at the stars at night&lt;br /&gt;- blogging&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lust&amp;amp;romance ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- irish accents&lt;br /&gt;- irish dancing [clogging]&lt;br /&gt;- jewelry&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;burning candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SUBWAY sandwhiches&lt;br /&gt;- bagels&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blueberry waffles with bologna or cream cheese yummm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- burning candles&lt;br /&gt;- lockets&lt;br /&gt;- flowers [esp. lillies &amp;amp; roses with many colors on them]&lt;br /&gt;- watching makeup tutorials&lt;br /&gt;- wearing sweaters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i had more but for some reason, the heart symbol deleted everything after it and so at least half of them disappeared :[ i retyped as many as i could remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-8752016440047168360?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/8752016440047168360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-to-balance-out-negativity-from-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8752016440047168360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8752016440047168360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-to-balance-out-negativity-from-last.html' title='LIKES'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-5038250726713430041</id><published>2009-10-02T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:15:36.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DISLIKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ive been penting up a bit of annoyance and frustration within me, especially toward a couple of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;since im too much of a chicken/would feel too rude to confront anyone, im just going to make a list of my annoyances/dislikes of the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh and i guess to balance it out ill include a list of likes as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wont u join me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i love reading lists, so feel free to make ur own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if u do, let me know :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;DISLIKES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sports&lt;/span&gt;/athletes [all of the ones i know are @ssholes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- competition in general&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when D. thinks he doesnt have to be respectful because he "owns the place"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when people talk during movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- "cuz i said": if you're going to use "because i said so" as a reason for something, [which btw is absolutely NO reason at all and, in my opinion, should not be used] at least do us the favor at least complete the damn fragment enough so that it makes sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- "where you at?" --&gt; for GOD'S SAKE, it's "where are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when people choose to ignore the fact that they're intruding and are unwanted at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- sarcasm. it just makes you look like a jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- parents that don't parent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- parents that don't discipline their kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- parents that don't give kids damn breathing room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when hard drives decide to fry when youre in the process of backing up all your data&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;narrow minded people/those unwilling to accept change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- religion [if you turn to religion to have some source of hope, fine. anything else is absurd]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- loud/obnoxious stuff &lt;-- thats vague, i know, sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- not having enough money to make ends meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- self-centeredness&lt;br /&gt;- cleaning [except when im mad. when im mad, i clean like hell. i should be mad all the time lol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when people breathe heavily over your shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- hot weather&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOCKS AND SANDALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- "fat days"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- periods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- oversleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- arrogance/selfishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- punk rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- the saxophone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- racism/stereotyping [jokes are funny. being serious about it isnt]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;deal or no deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;will ferrell&lt;/span&gt;'s acting/movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- steve martin's acting/movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- horror flicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when nearly empty foods/drinks are put back into the fridge/cabinet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- messy houses [doesnt mean that im perfectly clean. just that i HATE the mess haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when ppl that have A/C or fans refuse to put them on in hot weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when ppl water their lawns during the day/leave the lights/TV on when unneeded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- broken stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when ppl don't take the initiative to find solutions themselves, but instead ask ?s incessantly [GOOGLE IT, GODDAMN IT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- uggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- carpeted floors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SLOW DRIVERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when drivers DON'T USE THEIR BLINKERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- the fact that some people throw away pennies. [wtf man? send them to me!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- southern accents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- the way some ppl say bayg instead of "bag"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- tupperware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- plastic grocery bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; litterers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- pulp fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- going to bed early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- AM radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- large cars. everyone should drive small cars. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when people take jokes too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- capris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- socks/regular shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when people smoke around me. headaches :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when ppl smell like alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B.O. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- printer jams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- spiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- braces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- eggs [scrambled eggs are ok, however]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- fred on youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- argumentative writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- bass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- most reality TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- watching shows on TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- spam [the emails and stuff :-)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- long lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thinking about outer space/how insignificant we all are in the great scheme of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- cauliflower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when my laptop nearly burns my legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when people talk wayyyy too loud on their cellphones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- orange cream popsicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- cherry flavored stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- root beer/dr. pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- sports/energy drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- gravy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;taco salads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- the price of gas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- jaywalking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- plain chocolate/vanilla ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- hot drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- smoothies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feeling jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- feeling insecure because of my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- the harshness of the german language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when people say "you don't know what you're talking about"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when people say "no offense" and continue to offend you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when some people wear sunglasses on cloudy days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- how fishing/poker is considered a sport. i dont see how that makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- VPL's: check urban dictionary or watch what not to wear to know that what means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- orange and blue paired together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how some people say "ew" to foods that they've never tried before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- crispy hairsprayed hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- pity parties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when people come up with nicknames for EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;- river losses in poker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- the fact that parents cut the crusts off their kids' sandwiches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when people throw the ends of the loaf away&lt;/span&gt;. wtf man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- how facebook is now more popular than myspace :'-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- when folks don't use their manners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;likes in the next post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-5038250726713430041?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/5038250726713430041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/5038250726713430041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/5038250726713430041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='DISLIKES'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-4969250093505208252</id><published>2009-10-01T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:57:28.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take me to ireland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2014/2539667828_e4f7ba4693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 323px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2014/2539667828_e4f7ba4693.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleeeeease!&lt;br /&gt;besides the fact that it is beautiful, i am practically married to the culture, i am so obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;their reputation of being hospitable, the wonderful ethnic music (and instruments!), the overcast and rainy weather, their sad history, their comedians, their poets, oh my lord.&lt;br /&gt;my gallant celtic warrior, come sweep me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;[yes, i know i have a bf, but a girl can dream.]&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i love potatoes, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;told&lt;/span&gt; you i was obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;[so take me there and shut me up :-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/78099783@N00/2539667828/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-4969250093505208252?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2014/2539667828_e4f7ba4693_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-3505693007612536680</id><published>2009-09-29T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:01:50.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i got cut! yippee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i got my hair cut on friday.&lt;br /&gt;i loved it from the moment i got it.&lt;br /&gt;it was long, past my shoulders and down my back.&lt;br /&gt;but now, instead of being long [period], it is now long and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;layered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, what a difference! it is now flippy and curly and beautiful. naturally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha im sorry, but it sorta makes me feel better about myself.&lt;br /&gt;hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ill do something like this in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/44/175071983_9194323449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 466px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/44/175071983_9194323449.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/naiadsspring/175071983/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-3505693007612536680?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/3505693007612536680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/cut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/3505693007612536680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/3505693007612536680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/cut.html' title='i got cut! yippee!'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/44/175071983_9194323449_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-5892808621615961811</id><published>2009-09-29T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:05:08.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i like how when i go to text the word "kiss" to my boyfriend (using T9), it comes up as "lips"&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3694882842_4e2ef12f72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 390px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3694882842_4e2ef12f72.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11951657@N08/3694882842/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-5892808621615961811?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3694882842_4e2ef12f72_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-8217751728495462207</id><published>2009-09-29T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:47:33.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new love</title><content type='html'>guess accessories&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shop.guess.com/StyleImages/VY214507-PEW-LF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 557px;" src="http://shop.guess.com/StyleImages/VY214507-PEW-LF.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-8217751728495462207?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/8217751728495462207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8217751728495462207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8217751728495462207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-love.html' title='new love'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-7715205862840495589</id><published>2009-09-28T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:05:54.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for future reference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SsGxu0mCOZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PXjGugnmWNo/s1600-h/Photo+37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SsGxu0mCOZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PXjGugnmWNo/s400/Photo+37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386782047262095762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after reading posts from &lt;a href="http://apricot-tea.com/2009/09/28/the-proust-questionnaire-in-my-words/"&gt;apricot tea&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kristynam.blogspot.com/"&gt;the owl diary&lt;/a&gt;, i decided to be really really lame and do this questionnaire for myself (i just hope i dont seem like a huge ass). i'd like to look back on this one day and see how much i changed, though i dont think ill necessarily need to look at this specific survey to figure that out. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Proust Questionnaire:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What is your idea of perfect happiness?&lt;/b&gt; being content while doing absolutely nothing; laying in the arms of someone you are in love with; getting lost in music, whether it be at a concert while singing along with thousands of other ppl to your favorite song (no feeling like it) or playing to yourself; feeling like you helped someone out or made a difference in their day; accepting whatever you have in life and being content with that -- no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What is your greatest fear?&lt;/b&gt; both surveys i've read have said something along the lines of "fear itself." im sorry, but im not that wise. im scared of death and the end of the world, as well as losing the people most important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?&lt;/b&gt; im not sure if deplore was the intended word for this survey... but i have to say my sensitivity. i really have no shell whatsoever. it takes nothing to break me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What is the trait you most deplore in others?&lt;/b&gt; pride of any kind. do not get me started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Which living person do you most admire?&lt;/b&gt; my father/mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What is your greatest extravagance?&lt;/b&gt; time. i spend it like i have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What is your current state of mind?&lt;/b&gt; nonchalant, i would say. im tired, and all the worries about homework and school are going to have to wait until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. What do you consider the most overrated virtue?&lt;/b&gt; chastity. im sorry, but there's nothing wrong with some good, old-fashioned lust. virgin or not, it wont make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. On what occasion do you lie?&lt;/b&gt; when i can make it seem believable, and when i dont want to hurt someone else's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. What do you most dislike about your appearance?&lt;/b&gt; the extra weight and all that it entails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Which living person do you most despise?&lt;/b&gt; a few people that have hurt my boyfriend and me. i despise them equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. What is the quality you most like in a man?&lt;/b&gt; the protectiveness. i like feeling safe, wanted, and treasured in a man's arms. i wouldnt mind if mine had a slight jealous streak, either. while charm and humor are always a plus, i'd like to know that my man would shield me from all harm, or at least, want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. What is the quality you most like in a woman?&lt;/b&gt; confidence with modesty. i admire that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Which words or phrases do you most overuse?&lt;/b&gt; "son," "fuck," "i dont know," "whatever," "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. What or who is the greatest love of your life?&lt;/b&gt; my boy &lt;3&gt;16. When and where were you happiest? i experience random bursts of happiness all the time. however, the time i can most vividly remember being happy was on my first date with aaron at knotts berry farm. you would think it was the day he asked me to be his girl, but that's not it i guess. on the way to knotts, he held my hand, played all the love songs on his iPod to me, and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. i still get butterflies thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which talent would you most like to have?&lt;/b&gt; The ability to play the piano and be a good singer. &lt;--- me too, kristyna. i play and sing, but i can always get better. however, for an original answer, i'd have to say either to dance well or something physical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt; besides my appearance? (since thats my obvious answer) ummm... either be less sensitive or more confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. What do you consider your greatest achievement?&lt;/b&gt; writing a whole book in my senior year of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt; a bird. ive always wanted to fly. (so not a chicken, penguin, or ostrich, thanks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Where would you most like to live?&lt;/b&gt; ireland. it's my dream to go there and maybe one day live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. What is your most treasured possession?&lt;/b&gt; i rarely wear it for fear of losing it or worse, but the cheap little butterfly necklace with "angel" written on it that aaron got me for my 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?&lt;/b&gt; life without a love, or losing the love of your life. i cant imagine it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. What is your favorite occupation? &lt;/b&gt;i have little experience in that department, but i would say something rewarding either as a musician or where you get to save lives. say, in the medical field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. What is your most marked characteristic?&lt;/b&gt; my size? my hair? or maybe the red dot in my left eye that not many have mentioned to me, but that will prevent me from robbing any banks, should i ever have the sudden urge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. What do you most value in your friends?&lt;/b&gt; their humor (theyre all guys) and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. Who are your favorite writers?&lt;/b&gt; stephenie meyer, jodi picoult, dean koontz, jk rowling, liz curtis higgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Who is your hero of fiction?&lt;/b&gt; bella swan. sorry, i know it's lame, but really, a heroine who's a normal girl, even weirder and more of an outcast than the rest of us? you go, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. Which historical figure do you most identify with?&lt;/b&gt; i dont know any of them personally, so i cant really say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Who are your heroes in real life?&lt;/b&gt; i believe i already answered this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. What are your favorite names?&lt;/b&gt; marina, freya, isabella, derek, jack. the names of my future kids... well, hopefully only 2 haha :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. What is it that you most dislike? &lt;/b&gt;loneliness, illness, procrastination, being deceived, being berated and not being able to defend myself, not being able to marry my boyfriend and live with him, my lack of funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. What is your greatest regret?&lt;/b&gt; not trying harder when i had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. How would you like to die?&lt;/b&gt; at peace, painlessly, and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. What is your motto?&lt;/b&gt; i dont really have one. but "it could be worse" and "tomorrow's a new day" seem to make me feel better at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-7715205862840495589?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/7715205862840495589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/proust-questionnaire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7715205862840495589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7715205862840495589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/proust-questionnaire.html' title='for future reference'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SsGxu0mCOZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PXjGugnmWNo/s72-c/Photo+37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-1883890090777249171</id><published>2009-09-27T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:03:26.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we danced</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;last weekend, i told aaron i wanted to dance.&lt;br /&gt;he looked at me with that "you gotta be kidding me look" and i gave him the "cmon, pleeeease?" look right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sighed and i took his hand and we went to his room.&lt;br /&gt;i found the youtube of my favorite love song (nickelback's "far away") and as it started, he cheesily stood up, held out his hand and asked "may i have this dance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he held me close and we danced, just us two, in his room &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/2648418082_144557bb22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/2648418082_144557bb22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-1883890090777249171?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/1883890090777249171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-danced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1883890090777249171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1883890090777249171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-danced.html' title='we danced'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/2648418082_144557bb22_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-62026565517783947</id><published>2009-09-27T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:28:50.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://libwords.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/cropped-word-magnets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 250px;" src="http://libwords.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/cropped-word-magnets.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? POCKET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Your hair? DOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. Your mother? PISCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. Your father? ANNOYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. Your favorite food? THAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. Your dream last night? WINDOWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. Your favorite drink? FRAPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8. Your dream/goal? AARON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9. What room are you in? MINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10. Your hobby? SINGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;11. Your fear? INFERTILITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? MARRIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;13. Where were you last night? AARON'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14. Something that you aren’t? HAPPY :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;15. Muffins? FULL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;16. Wish list item? MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;17. Where did you grow up? SOCAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;18. Last thing you did? TIDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;19. What are you wearing? CLOTHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;20. Your TV? NONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;21. Your pets? DOGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;22. Friends? LOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;23. Your life? LAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;24. Your mood? BLAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;25. Missing someone? OFCOURSE&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;26. Vehicle? VIOLATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;27. Something you’re not wearing? SKIRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;28. Your favorite store? BOOKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;29. Your favorite color? TURQUOISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;30. When was the last time you laughed? LASTNIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;31. Last time you cried? DITTO^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2003" day="21" month="10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;32. Your best friend? AARON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;33. One place that I go to over and over? MYSPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;34. One person who emails me regularly? AARON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;35. Favorite place to eat? ANYWHERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://beyondwunderman.blogspot.com/"&gt;beyond wunderman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-62026565517783947?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/62026565517783947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/62026565517783947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/62026565517783947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/1.html' title='1 word'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-2779268931533009645</id><published>2009-09-23T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:19:51.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;the gray wraps around me&lt;br /&gt;im mummified&lt;br /&gt;the silver part has gone missing&lt;br /&gt;either that or lost its shine&lt;br /&gt;i cant let them go, get them out&lt;br /&gt;theyll seep into my soul, get them out&lt;br /&gt;please release me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when they say, and when they say&lt;br /&gt;it'll all turn out ok&lt;br /&gt;they never wait, they never wait&lt;br /&gt;to see it to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like every day i fight something new&lt;br /&gt;there's no way around it, idk what to do&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea, you have no clue&lt;br /&gt;the hidden battles i fight for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in tearing down this temple&lt;br /&gt;im helpless&lt;br /&gt;but dancing with these shadows&lt;br /&gt;is much too dangerous&lt;br /&gt;so let the rain come down, wash them clean&lt;br /&gt;let the key be found, wash them clean&lt;br /&gt;and release me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like every day i fight something new&lt;br /&gt;there's no way around it, idk what to do&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea, you have no clue&lt;br /&gt;the hidden battles i fight for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seduced by temptation&lt;br /&gt;my ruin and damnation&lt;br /&gt;ignorance is never bliss&lt;br /&gt;whats the point in fighting this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will always be there&lt;br /&gt;it will always be there&lt;br /&gt;you will always be there&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like every day i fight something new&lt;br /&gt;there's no way around it, idk what to do&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea, you have no clue&lt;br /&gt;the hidden battles i fight for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-2779268931533009645?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/2779268931533009645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/temptation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2779268931533009645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2779268931533009645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/temptation.html' title='temptation'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-7000347324868342008</id><published>2009-09-20T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:40:01.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had a great dream last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i dreamed that i was in a bad situation [or what a lot of ppl would consider bad] yet everyone handled it great. ppl were excited for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha i was even getting presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i know it would never happen that way :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-7000347324868342008?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/7000347324868342008/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-4337493079850235826</id><published>2009-09-19T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:44:12.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i like these too :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-0"&gt; Today, I walked into the kitchen to see my parents staring into each others eyes. I assumed they were having a romantic moment until I heard my dad say "Darling, I will always be the Champion of Staring Contests so save yourself the trouble and just blink". MLIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, my little sister came home with her progress report, crying. My mom asked her if she would please tell her what was wrong, so my little sister shows my mom her progress report and says,"I got an F in sex". I've never laughed so hard in my life. MLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, I was riding the Metro train home. At each stop, the driver says "Stand clear, please, doors are closing." Usually they say it with a very flat affect - but my driver decided to switch it up. Every time, he said it differently: operatic voice, rapping, Donald Duck imitation, whispering, and my favorite, with a British accent (saying "Mind the Gap"). Best trip home EVER. MLIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, a kid in the pre-school class I teach said "son of a bitch" Normally I couldn't care less, but school policy says I have to call the kid's parents to tell them. I told his mom the story, and without a beat said, "did he use it in a gramatically correct sentence?" Guess who is my new favorite parent? MLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Today, I recieved a knock on the door from two teenage boys dressed in doctor suits with a giant needle, they asked me if i've seen somebody suspicious lurking around my property, at that exact moment another teenager in a straight jacket runs by and the two chase after him. I still can't stop laughing. MLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, my child went on this baby website about Disney and I found that her password was 'MickeyGoofyPlutoMinnie' I asked her why it was so long, she replied 'They said it had to be at least 4 characters.'MLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, I was hanging out with my three cousins. I accidently knocked over their lego castle, and the two older ones were telling the toddler to punch me. I told her to use her words, not her hands. She picked up a book and hit me with it. I have never been more proud. MLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-0"&gt;Today, my boyfriend came dancing into the kitchen singing my name over and over, just as I was preparing to leave for work. He saw me, blushed and said "Oh, you're still here". Made my day. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-3"&gt;Today at work, I was moving some child mannequins and accidentally placed a girl mannequin and a boy mannequin with their faces together. I quickly turned them away saying "You're too young." A customer saw me and dramatically said "Honestly, kids these days!" slapped the boy mannequin across the face and stomped off. I love my job. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-7"&gt;Today, in my college physical science class, my professor said "this part of the lesson is really boring, so I am going to put on my mullet wig." He then proceeded to pull one of out his bag, place it on his bald head, and teach with a straight face. Never have I enjoyed physical science class so much. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-8"&gt;Today I was in my last period study hall and didn't have any work. Being tired, I put my hood up and laid my head on the desk and went to sleep. The bell woke me up at the end of the period but when I tried to lift my head I couldn't. My teacher had duck taped my hood to the desk while I was sleeping. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-8"&gt;Today, I came across a man wearing only one shoe.  I asked him, "Did you lose a shoe?" He replied "No, I found one." MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-10"&gt;Today, I got mad at my mom when she burst into my room without knocking. A little bit later, my dog tapped his head on the door and barked before I let him in. My dog has better manners than my mom. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;div class="stories" id="xnews-2"  style="font-family:georgia ms;"&gt;  &lt;div class="storycontent"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-2"&gt;Today, I was on Yahoo! creating a new account. After filling in my name, and alternate email it asked for my birthdate. By mistake, I typed an extra digit in the year section, and a little robot came up on the screen asking," Are you really from the future?!" It made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-2"&gt;Today I got prank called by someone who asked me if my fridge was running. I ignored the question and hung up. 2 minutes later I heard a knock on my door. I open the door just in time to see someone in a big box painted up like a fridge running away. MLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-7"&gt;Today, I realised that Sirius Black's Initials spell out S.O.B. He hated his mother. I feel this is oddly appropriate. MLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-3"&gt;Today, while texting, I typed mua, and my phone's auto-complete feature then suggested muahahahaha. My phone is scaring me now. MLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-11"&gt;Today, I had to drive my husband's car. Since it was a long drive, I went in search of CD's. I found two burned CD's, both labeled "Brutal Metal for Brutal Men" volumes 3 and 4. They were both entirely full of the Backstreet Boys and Disney songs. I'm on a mission to find the other two volumes. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, I was in health class and my teacher told us a story about how he was telling them the most popular myths about sex. When he told them that you CAN get pregnant the first time he was facing the board and he heard a loud SMACK. He turned around and a girl had slapped her boyfriend yelling, "YOU LIED TO ME!" This made my entire day. MLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-10"&gt;Today, as I was walking to my bus after school, a guy was walking with his girlfriend in front of me. He was being sweet and looking into her eyes until he ran right into a no parking sign. Then as they kept walking and she laughed at him, he got mad and looked at her again, angry. He ran into the next sign too. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today when I got home my mom showed me my old furby she had found. I figured the batteries were dead and put it on my nightstand, when suddenly, in the middle of the night, its eyes opened as it said "me furby. hellooo!" and started laughing hysterically. Never have I been so frightened in my life. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During improv, we were imitating Shakespeare plays. Someone said "'Twas long and hard!", when the other guy replied "Doth what she hath said". I'm never saying "That's what she said" ever again. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="sc"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today I was walking into the grocery store when I saw a small boy in a trench coat that was clearly too big for him, suddenly a tall man in a ski mask sprinted around the corner, bowed to the little boy and said "master, things are not going as planned, we'll need another one." he then handed the kid a potato. I've never had so many questions. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while at the gas station, a man walked out with a shirt on that said "Who Needs Drugs?" on the front. Expecting something religious to be on the back, he turns around and I see that the back said "No seriously, I have drugs." My 50 year old mom laughed harder than I did. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my mom set her facebook status as: "going to see my oldest daughter, WTF" My other sister and I are debating whether or not to tell her that WTF doesn't mean With The Family. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was in the checkout line when I saw a mother and her four year old son. The son was screaming his brains out in hope to get a candy bar, but his mother wasn't taking the performance. He proceeded to scream, "If I don't get my candy bar, I'll tell grandma you put daddy's peepee in your mouth!!". The mother dropped all her groceries, grabbed her kid, and stormed out of the store. I've never laughed so hard. You go, little dude. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, my sister-in-law told her two and a half year old son that if he gave up his pacifier, she'd give him five dollars, which we all thought was a good idea. He thought about it for a second and then agreed. After the exchange, he said "Can someone take me to buy more?" We all got outsmarted by a toddler. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was at the supermarket getting some groceries for dinner when I saw a little toddler with one of those "child leashes" on. as I walked by he turned to his mom and said very indignantly, "mother! I do not see why I must wear this ridiculous thing!" with grammar like that, I don't see why he has to either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, My best friend and her boyfriend were trying to play pool at my house but were having a debate about the rules. My best friend puts down the pool cue, turns to my Mother and says, "Aren't I allowed to hit his balls?!" My Mom replies in all seriousness, "It depends on what he did." I love my Mom. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my boyfriend changed his name in my phone to "God." I figured this out this morning when, while texting during my church service, God told me to stop texting during church. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a Kanye West song came on my iPod. Disgusted, I immediately changed it. The next song? "Sorry", by Buckcherry. Apology accepted, iPod. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the doorbell rang and I proceeded to answer it. On my doorstep was a giant cardboard cutout of Snape. I have no idea who left it there, but it is now sitting in my living room, next to my couch. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today, my friend and I decided to watch home videos from when she was around three . Her mom, behind the camera, asked her to count to five and she did . Her mom then asked her if she could count higher . She then proceeded to stand on her chair, raise her hand in the air and count to five again . It made my day . MLIA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I found out about Mystery Google. I clicked "I'm Feeling Lucky" without typing anything into the search box. It then said "Please don't type gibberish." I proceeded to type 'gibberish' into the box and it said "Well aren't you clever". MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-4337493079850235826?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/4337493079850235826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-like-these-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4337493079850235826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4337493079850235826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-like-these-too.html' title='i like these too :]'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-8161432222075719410</id><published>2009-09-19T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:40:50.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nice dream and secret longings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo62/MrHenryVanity/Holding_hands_by_homarte-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 229px;" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo62/MrHenryVanity/Holding_hands_by_homarte-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream the other night, and it was finally a good one with aaron in it.&lt;br /&gt;he was actually the guy i felt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; with. amazing!&lt;br /&gt;we were riding in a car on the way to the mountains and he was driving with one arm around me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. i sat so close to him and looked in his eyes and my heart just melted.&lt;br /&gt;haha whoever is reading this must be close to gagging right now.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. i felt loved. special. and it was finally with him. i usually always dream of him but he ends up being wayyy different but and in someone else's skin. the only way i know it's him is cuz his name is still aaron. usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, it was a very simple dream but it made me feel very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i feel like i should be like 8 years older than i am.&lt;br /&gt;im so ready to settle down and get married and have a family and all that ish.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, what the hell is wrong with me? im 19! goddamn!&lt;br /&gt;i know it's wrong and yadda yadda and no worries, i would never act on these feelings... but jeez. what, is my biological clock ready to give out or something? haha... it's stupid, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i just had to get it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-8161432222075719410?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/8161432222075719410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/nice-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8161432222075719410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8161432222075719410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/nice-dream.html' title='nice dream and secret longings.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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it's because of my weight or not. i know weight and PCOS have a lot to do with each other, but none of my other relatives have it and most of them are pretty fluffy people. after reading about a lot of other women's stories on the internet, i feel a little better b/c i dont think mine is as severe as it can get. i dont know if ill ever have trouble having children or become infertile or what not -- god forbid -- but i do know that some of the other symptoms have yet to appear... or if i do have them, theyre minor enough so that they dont bother me and im not incredibly aware.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;still, it sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's not something that can be cured... it's something that u gain control over by changing your lifestyle. :-/ that's not too horrible, right? i mean, it's not like it's a fatal disease. it's just something about being a woman that makes it a little more sucky. i mean, who wants excess facial hair, a deeper voice, darker/rougher skin, and acne, as well as a messed up reproductive system? count me out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i guess it wouldnt be too hard to deal with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;changing up diet and exercise, taking the prescribed meds... not too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i dont wanna have to deal with it, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im 19. im supposed to be livin it up. not doing 1200 daily calorie diets, or worrying if ill ever be healthy enough to have children one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i suppose im making it out to be a bigger deal than it really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but at least im taking it seriously enough so that im motivated enough to change it, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ahaha im not letting myself be sad. i got that out of my system yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;now im just like... ok, where do i go from here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hopefully that surgery will improve things and everything will go back to normal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, it wont ever be normal again if i have surgery, but ill look and feel like a regular human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wish december would come already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im ready to be skinny and happy and take on the challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha well, at least i have answers now. i always thought that... well, idk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i dont wanna go into it, honestly hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but, if you are reading this and youre a woman, take care of your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;try to get at a healthy weight and exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;if you think there's something wrong with you, there probably is, so get yourself checked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there are so many things you dont know about your own body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lastly, dont take anything for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;appreciate everything you have, even if it's a disease and it sucks, or if you are in a bad situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ANYTHING can be worse than it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;idk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's what i learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and this is probably the only time ill ever talk about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-8486008587524987760?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/8486008587524987760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/coping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8486008587524987760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8486008587524987760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/coping.html' title='coping.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-3445467120796547788</id><published>2009-09-16T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:30:17.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hardy har har!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="news-body-text" &gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-7"&gt;Today, a teacher, who is British, interrupted our class. He wanted his two students to retake their tests in the back of our class. He referred to them as his "Two Testees", and strictly demanded that his testees be separated. I don't remember laughing that hard, ever. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="news-body-text" &gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-9"&gt;In Marching band we spell out the word LOVE for the song "Love Shack" for one of the sets. Our Drum Major yelled, "Okay we're going to make love but you only have 32 counts to do it so it'll be quick." And our Band Director said "Story of your life." MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="news-body-text" &gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-0"&gt;Today in Latin class I found out that the Latin word for "spy" is "exploradora". I am now very suspicious of Dora the Explorer. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="news-body-text" &gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-1"&gt;Today, I was in the music section at Barnes and Noble when I noticed their "Soul" section was empty. This amused me, so I turned to a nearby employee and said "It appears you have no soul." Without missing a beat, he replied "Working for a big corporation for years will do that to you." Made my day. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="news-body-text" &gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-4"&gt;Today, while driving to work I passed a Catholic Church who's sign read "Happy Rosh Hashanah to our Jewish Neighbors." Next to the the church is a synagogue who's sign read "Thank You!" Its nice to know that they get along despite thier differences. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="news-body-text" &gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-6"&gt; Today, while taking the city bus home from college, I saw a man with one arm. He was wearing a long sleeved shirt and had the empty sleeve tucked into the front of his pants, making it look like he was touching himself in public. For half an hour, whenever a new person got on the bus, they would glance at him and give him a disgusted look, and he would laugh. I gave him a thumbs up when I got off the bus. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="news-body-text" &gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-13"&gt;Today, I had to take a test in my AP Biology class. The second to last test question was "Make a barnyard animal noise. You have 10 seconds to comply." I looked up, confused, and saw my teacher staring intently at me. He mouthed the word "Go" and tapped his watch. I mooed. The rest of the testing period was completely silent, except for the occasional clucking, neighing, and mooing. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw talk like a pirate day is on saturday! you gonna parrrrrticipate, matey? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-3445467120796547788?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/3445467120796547788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/hardy-har-har.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/3445467120796547788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/3445467120796547788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/09/hardy-har-har.html' title='hardy har har!'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-6929059662701596802</id><published>2009-08-25T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:33:41.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wish list #2?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;new albums from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. imogen heap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. the used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. skillet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. to get more $ in the bank. im tired of being poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. have my room magically clean and organize itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. a new phone. im bored of mine hahahhaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; more self discipline to actually start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. writing in a journal consistently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8. losing more weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9. keeping things clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10. practicing music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;11. band members :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;12. clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;13. a nice piece of jewelry from my boyfriend. i feel bad writing this but it's true haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14. my body to be functioning as it should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;15. my peacock tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;16. an apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;17. a nice camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;18. to get my computer fixed :[[[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;19. sleep. this can be accomplished haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;time for bed now. bye! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-6929059662701596802?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/6929059662701596802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/08/wish-list-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/6929059662701596802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/6929059662701596802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/08/wish-list-2.html' title='wish list #2?'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-5958124355560330080</id><published>2009-08-16T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:09:29.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we finally have a song with vocals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;take a listen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="212" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k5whpT8o70I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k5whpT8o70I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="212" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is like a rough draft, but it's good enough for advertising :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;obviously, i have to spruce up the singing and clean it up a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;please help us and leave some feedback?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it would be greatly appreciated :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-5958124355560330080?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-2069364642127369013</id><published>2009-08-11T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:08:37.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;im wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's gonna be like this for me from now on, is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;should i talk about it with him?&lt;br /&gt;should i end it?&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to, but i dont know if i can handle this up and down nonsense anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks like the pain is gonna start again.&lt;br /&gt;idk if i can take this anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-2069364642127369013?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/2069364642127369013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2069364642127369013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2069364642127369013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-hard.html' title='this is hard'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-9089392531111131144</id><published>2009-08-11T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:41:13.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>growing up is hard to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;im so eager to just grow up and live on my own, but i know that it's not a good move right now. im young, i dont have enough money, im still in school, it's a waste of money right now, la la la. but still, i cant help but want to. i seem to fight with myself about it. i think, oh, im not that young. i have friends that have moved out already, i can handle the responsibilities. i honestly believe that. but sure, then comes the money argument, and i cave in to myself. it sucks. but sometimes i wonder how i would fare. [is that the right word?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just so READY, emotionally. it's a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then sometimes i think of my parents, and how they annoy me yet make things easier for me and how much i love them. then i feel guilty. my mom would, of course, throw in some melodramatic statements that accuse me of not loving her if i ever brought it up, which would make me feel doubly guilty yet pissed off since all she can do is play the "pity me" card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i think of what my life will be like once i move out, it seems worth it, the struggle and the guilt. i'd have so much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;. no more nagging, no more obligations to anyone other than myself or whoever im with. but then again, what would i do with all that freedom? im not a party animal. i dont stay out late in the street. i go to bed late, but i can do that at home. sure i'd cook whatever i wanted and go wherever i pleased, but would i still be able to do that with little money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i moved out with the boy, it would make things a lot nicer.&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt help that i have so many career choices in mind that i cant choose.&lt;br /&gt;[and im going into year 2 of college. yikes!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;careers i have in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. surgeon: neurosurgeon, or one specializing in pediatrics&lt;br /&gt;2. obstetrician: each day im leaning more towards this than neurosurgeon, which i had planned on&lt;br /&gt;3. RN: nice, flexible hours&lt;br /&gt;4. makeup artist: this would just be FUN!&lt;br /&gt;5. voice actor [think voice-overs for cartoons and such]&lt;br /&gt;6. translator&lt;br /&gt;7. a tour guide would be awesome, but there's no future in that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this would be if music doesnt work out, cuz i want that the most...&lt;br /&gt;to be a singer in a successful band... ahh, that's such a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now it's not looking so great.&lt;br /&gt;i wish those two guys would come back and play for the band instead of kicking me out [which basically was like them walking away from the band cuz my boy is still on guitar. it's complicated.] since we already have a drummer.&lt;br /&gt;idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boy's old band was filled with drama queens. every one of them was one. i swear they just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looked&lt;/span&gt; to cause problems. so, of course, he was kicked out. it's kinda funny. the one that actually had a solution was booted out. ultimately, this caused the band to fall apart. kinda sad, really.&lt;br /&gt;idk why, theyre all older. you would think that it would mean that theyre more mature, but sadly, my boy was the most mature one there [and, i should add, the smartest]. i guess having a lower IQ doesnt do much for maturity, even if you are older. im not biased here, either. they all are on the bit of the dim side, which you could see clearly from their histories with school and the choices theyve made in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just sad that boy had to get caught up with those ppl.&lt;br /&gt;i knew that they werent great ppl from the get-go. i never wanted to be around them much. i did a few times, and i learned all i needed to know from them. theyre good ppl, just not too smart and not too mature. i didnt click with them at all, but they have good hearts, i give them that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk. this blog kinda drifted off into nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should end it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til next time. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-9089392531111131144?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/9089392531111131144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-up-is-hard-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/9089392531111131144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/9089392531111131144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='growing up is hard to do'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-1553788983908148632</id><published>2009-08-04T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:06:29.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>excited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;SD with my boy on thursdayyyy :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're only staying until friday night but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;the zoo, the beach, maybe seaworld? maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that im REALLY looking forward to it :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f6/hyci/DSCN0539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 249px;" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f6/hyci/DSCN0539.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n130/Momerath9/sandiegosunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 284px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n130/Momerath9/sandiegosunset.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n307/VIC_FRYS/san.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 237px;" src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n307/VIC_FRYS/san.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy40/bedaniacynthia10/SANY0628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 283px;" src="http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy40/bedaniacynthia10/SANY0628.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-1553788983908148632?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/1553788983908148632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/08/excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1553788983908148632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1553788983908148632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/08/excited.html' title='excited!'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-1444668937533315012</id><published>2009-07-31T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:49:30.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it would be so much nicer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;if i had just a bit more money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;not working during the summer is nice, but sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im always broke :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;plus i start school in about 17 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sooo not stoked about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what shall i do in the meantime? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmmm... ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-1444668937533315012?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/1444668937533315012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-would-be-so-much-nicer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1444668937533315012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1444668937533315012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-would-be-so-much-nicer.html' title='it would be so much nicer'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-8939839666031833055</id><published>2009-07-31T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:47:22.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spot on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="UIStoryAttachment"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaWide"&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whichdisneyheroine/quiz/questions?ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www/app_full_proxy.php?app=105943915026&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=b&amp;amp;cksum=f33aa7f7aba65ea75eb5be93f2a12e43&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fs3.amazonaws.com%2Fquizmonster_production%2Ficons%2F2831472%2FimgPrincessCharacter.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIIntentionalStory_MediaExtra UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whichdisneyheroine/quiz/questions?ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www/app_full_proxy.php?app=105943915026&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=b&amp;amp;cksum=850893bae551c3710c5816b09545be3b&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fs3.amazonaws.com%2Fquizmonster_production%2Ficons%2F2832912%2F640_Aurora-Posters.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="CopyTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I completed the quiz "&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whichdisneyheroine/quiz/questions" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=105943915026&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=5246bc549b17694bf9dd4cf4dadeeb22&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Which Disney Princess/Heroine are you most like?&lt;/a&gt;" with the result &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whichdisneyheroine/quiz/questions" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=105943915026&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=5246bc549b17694bf9dd4cf4dadeeb22&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Aurora&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="CopyBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;You are most like Aurora! You are a gentle person whos heart is overflowing with love. You are pretty shy around new people, but once they get to know you they find the most caring friend they could ever imagine. Nobody can complain about you, your just too sweet and kind. You care about your friends, family and even strangers so much that it is sometimes hard to keep your emotions in check. Your very idealistic and always have a dream, but sometimes can get too caught up in a perfect world. Be careful not to become too sensative or to have too high of expectations or the world around you might bring you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-8939839666031833055?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/8939839666031833055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/spot-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8939839666031833055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8939839666031833055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/spot-on.html' title='spot on!'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-6984900758327322828</id><published>2009-07-31T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:51:10.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;taken from the owl diary [thanks, krissy!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;visit her blog, it's a treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What thing, concept, philosophy, or idea do you wish someone had told you when you were younger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't be miserable over lost causes. Love will find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who/What has been your biggest influence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't really have any... But I guess my old friends, good and bad, have shaped me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was a kid, I wanted to grow up to be…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; a singer or an artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What silly thing are you scared of? Serious thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Swimming in dark pools. I'm afraid that there will be something in there that will try to get me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dying of a stroke/heart attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at the time, maybe go back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I have to get up, then open my drapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My true passion is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; singing, creating, and loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is your secret guilty pleasure? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Secret Life of the American Teenager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Music today is… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't listened to music today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But in general, rock now is better than it was in the 80s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pop has gone downhill after Disney started hijacking it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha I'll stick with my few obscure bands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fill in the blank: Flaws are…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; what make us different from others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LA or NY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have never been to NY. I wouldn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mary Kate or Ashley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ashley. No illness and she's fashion savvy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is your favorite quote/motto/mantra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="sqq" &gt;“Dance as though no one is watching&lt;br /&gt;Love as though you've never been hurt&lt;br /&gt;Sing as though no one can hear you&lt;br /&gt;Live as though heaven is on earth.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Souza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The most life-changing book I have ever read was…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Twilight? In a bad way, kind of. It gave me standards of what guys should be like and it's hard to get rid of them. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My secret or hate-to-admit-it crush is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Adrien Brody. He is old but he is fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My three favorite, can't live without them pieces of clothing or accessories are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Black cardigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Z. Cavaricci skinny jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Dangling earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My personal hero/idol is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I try to be my own. I don't really look up to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After my last relationship I felt…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This doesn't apply to me. I'm still in my first relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The best new fashion trend is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Skinny jeans, long sleeveless vests over tank tops, and layered sparkly chain necklaces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My top three favorite bands/groups/singers are… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have so many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Three Days Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Imogen Heap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Scary Kids Scaring Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I could suddenly inherit anyone's closet, I would choose…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Idk. If they're skinny, the clothes probably wouldn't fit :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My go-to karaoke song is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Whatever I feel like singing to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It really pisses me off when…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; People don't treat you fairly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am never happier…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Than when I get to sing. Particularly when driving fast along the beach with my windows rolled down and my music turned up loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How tall are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5'4"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How many languages do you speak? Which? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2: English and Spanish (not fluently, but well enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know bits and pieces of French too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The human ego is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; like Krissy said, destructive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I get dressed, I'm usually thinking…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I need to lose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where were you born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Southern CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst fashion crime one could possibly commit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wearing clothes so sheer that you see undies or bras. Eek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My favorite website is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; FMyLife.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My favourite store to shop at is… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;torrid. It's the only place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Three foods I'll never get sick of…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; any kind of nachos, Thai noodles, sandwiches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; all we need to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-6984900758327322828?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/6984900758327322828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/6984900758327322828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/6984900758327322828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/about-me.html' title='about me'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-2853718287022602143</id><published>2009-07-28T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:39:54.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post kick out lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm sad to say it, but I'm over you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has ever hurt more&lt;br /&gt;This just isn't working, it never has&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I have to do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say those words again and again&lt;br /&gt;Say them in your head&lt;br /&gt;Let me say them to you&lt;br /&gt;And let's see how much you'll like me then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll build you up to break you down&lt;br /&gt;I'll claim my love to tear you to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I know what this will do to you&lt;br /&gt;There is just no other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say those words again and again&lt;br /&gt;Say them in your head&lt;br /&gt;Let me say them to you&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how much you'll like me then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me one thing,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me this one thing&lt;br /&gt;If we get the love that we think we deserve&lt;br /&gt;Then why don't I remember wanting to hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say those words again&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how much you'll like me then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-2853718287022602143?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/2853718287022602143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-kick-out-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2853718287022602143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2853718287022602143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-kick-out-lyrics.html' title='Post kick out lyrics'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-6161076098626805929</id><published>2009-07-28T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:31:25.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last night was the worst.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i feel like complete shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;last thursday i tried out for a band... my boyfriend's band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was all ready to not get in after my audition -- i prepared myself accordingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but, lo and behold, they liked me! after all that prepping for failure, i allowed myself to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it really isnt fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;last night they kicked me out, saying that my voice clashed with the style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;besides the fact that i dont agree, im just upset that i didnt get a chance to save my spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;they spoke about this behind my back through texts :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just wish i had a shot, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;like, i was finally happy because of music, and they had to take it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's so unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;in their last band they gave the crappiest people second chances, warnings even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i get none of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im not mean, and i worked hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;we made a wonderful song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i didnt even get a chance to put my vocals out there for other feedback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;they just believed what 1 of the bassist's friends say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's not fair :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im sorry im whining but really, i just feel heartbroken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is the thing i wanted most, i wanted it so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wish they had given me a shot at it :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-6161076098626805929?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/6161076098626805929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-night-was-worst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/6161076098626805929'/><link 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see him until tomorrow because he is going to be home around midnight but at least we'll be in the same time zone again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaahhhh haha!&lt;br /&gt;im so excited, it's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-7107936295008741598?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/7107936295008741598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7107936295008741598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;from a website based in the UK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;im in CA. this was not a smooth move on my part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;wellllll as it turns out, the damn thing is out of stock and theyre getting it in like 4/5 weeks from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ugh i hate waiting that long, but i hate the fact that they already took the $200 out of my bank account :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and i have no idea if theyre going to rip me off or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;im supposed to call them but the time difference is awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;they're like 8 hours ahead. i think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's 11ish PM over here which makes it 7ish AM over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;right? is that 8 hours? i cant count right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so i either have to wait until 1 AM to call which isnt gonna happen tonight, or i have to get up super early to call them during their business hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;allllll to make sure im not getting ripped off, to see when the damn quilt is coming in and how much shipping is going to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;a fnckin quilt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;UGHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;no more ordering from the UK. that's my new motto :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-5308856053569795221?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/5308856053569795221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/london-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/5308856053569795221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/5308856053569795221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/london-time.html' title='london time'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-3395784678673199925</id><published>2009-07-07T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:42:01.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>names</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i couldnt fall asleep for the life of me last night.&lt;br /&gt;i was up until about 530 would be a safe guess. :[&lt;br /&gt;in order to fall asleep, i began thinking of random things that dont make much sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;for example, baby names haha.&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely love exotic and unusual names, but since i couldnt think of any last night, i chose to go with family names and try to make them pretty.&lt;br /&gt;since i dont plan on having children soon, maybe i should just get a bunch of canaries and give them formal names haha :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how they turned out:&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Clara-Jean Belle&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Zakky/Zak(k)ary Arthur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then other names I like (i like some better than ^):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Aine (Anya/Anja), Celeste, Marina, Elizabeth, Rose, Alana, Ingrid, Melody, Delphine, Keely, Amaranth, Amarantine, Aveline, Aurora, Sunniva, Freya, Avalon (Avylon/Avylanna), Leah (Lya, Liah, Lia, Leigha), Leana, Kryssa, Keira, Skyla, Chyla, Gwenavire, Sapphire, Isla, Ivy, Kanga, Starleigh, Summer, Scarlette, Kahla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Derek, Chance, Alexander, Cedric, Constantine, Kegan, Pagan, Rylie, Rusty, Avalon, Skylar, Skye, Felix, Brody, Tristan, Bay, Ever, Erling, Fairleigh, Raleigh, Jack(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I was bored haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just noticed that i go in and out with proper capitalization and apostrophes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-3395784678673199925?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/3395784678673199925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-couldnt-fall-asleep-for-life-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/3395784678673199925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/3395784678673199925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-couldnt-fall-asleep-for-life-of-me.html' title='names'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-8912973232312138050</id><published>2009-07-05T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:59:53.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one day down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/sweetmusician28/Love-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 241px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/sweetmusician28/Love-11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;p.s. new music to reflect the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-8912973232312138050?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/8912973232312138050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-day-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8912973232312138050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8912973232312138050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-day-down.html' title='one day down'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-9035137862539321026</id><published>2009-07-04T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:59:43.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart goes to michigan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;at 4 or 5 pm, my boyfriend is going to michigan with his family for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;for 2-3 years now we've been together for at least 3 or 4 times a week, if not more.&lt;br /&gt;many times it's 5 or 6 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;he's not going to have internet, and calling will probably be limited.&lt;br /&gt;im so bad haha. look at me, he's not even gone yet and i miss him already.&lt;br /&gt;it's only 2 weeks and im almost a mess about it.&lt;br /&gt;pathetic? idk.&lt;br /&gt;im always like that when he leaves for a week or more.&lt;br /&gt;im going to have so much time on my hands. good in a way, but bad in the fact that too much time for me to do nothing increases the chances that im going to be a depressed lazy ass for the next two weeks, being on the verge of tears the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's why ive decided to redo my room while he's away.&lt;br /&gt;im painting my room bright green and getting a beautiful velvet turquoise quilt for my bed.&lt;br /&gt;itll be an amazing change from my dark orange sponge-painted walls and burgundy bedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics to come soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-9035137862539321026?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/9035137862539321026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-heart-goes-to-michigan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/9035137862539321026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/9035137862539321026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-heart-goes-to-michigan.html' title='my heart goes to michigan.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-1560638176619891910</id><published>2009-06-26T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:06:45.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i didnt think it would hit me this hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;but it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i grew up knowing his name, listening to his songs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's such a huge icon; i cant believe he's gone forever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i didnt believe the reports when they first went up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hoped that they were false.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they werent.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;it all feels so surreal.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what you did here, i hope you RIP Michael Jackson :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.artofmanliness.com/uploads/2008/08/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 370px;" src="http://content.artofmanliness.com/uploads/2008/08/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-1560638176619891910?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/1560638176619891910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-didnt-think-it-would-hit-me-this-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1560638176619891910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1560638176619891910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-didnt-think-it-would-hit-me-this-hard.html' title='i didnt think it would hit me this hard'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-7606266038141528957</id><published>2009-06-25T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:07:17.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jack dawsons dont exist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.e-rockford.com/movieman/files/2009/05/titanic-movie-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 298px;" src="http://blogs.e-rockford.com/movieman/files/2009/05/titanic-movie-16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i just watched the titanic for the first time ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;omfg i never cried so much during a movie before, and i cry a LOT during movies too haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i cried when they first kissed, when rose hopped off the lifeboat and onto the ship again, when jack let go of her hand underwater, when he made her promise to never let go, when he froze, and when rose died in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;yes, i think that's it hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but that's my new favorite movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i just wished that kinda love was real :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;oh and p.s. dont watch that movie the same night that you have a fight with your boyfriend. it makes you want to break up with him and look for your own personal jack dawson. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-7606266038141528957?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/7606266038141528957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/06/jack-dawsons-dont-exist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7606266038141528957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7606266038141528957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/06/jack-dawsons-dont-exist.html' title='jack dawsons dont exist.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-865357650333249461</id><published>2009-06-21T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:09:12.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>privacy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;sometimes i feel like i really dont have any anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i suspect that my mother reads my journal whenever i leave it at home... so now i start taking it everywhere i go, since it's little enough to stick in my purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ill hear her mention things or reference topics that i had written about the previous day or from the latest entry. maybe it's just coincidence but it's happened often, so i think i may have to scratch that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im on a whole bunch of networking sites: myspace, twitter, facebook, netlog, here, youtube, i have AIM... im a social networking site junkie. and now my family wants me to add their accounts on all of those as well. um thanks but no thanks, ya know? i tend to curse like a sailor, discuss subjects that may be inappropriate, and my taste in humor is somewhat vulgar as well. im not exactly keen on them being exposed to that haha. all my friends are accustomed to it, or are like that. my family... eh, they wouldn't be impressed in the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in addition, my boyfriend is upset that i keep a journal. he argues that i should be able to tell him everything... and while that may be true, i believe that we all need a little bit of private personal space. i vent in my journal [mostly about him], i make crazy weird lists, i draw, i talk about longings and conflicts i have within myself. i have my own secrets. i think if i made everything like that public to people like my mom and my boyfriend... eh, someone's going to get hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but no, he doesnt necessarily get it. i pulled out my journal yesterday to do a quick sketch of a picture he had on his phone because im going to recreate it on a shoe [yeah, strange, i know] and all of a sudden he snatches it and starts reading it. he questioned what i wrote and i told him "hey, i never agreed to that. i dont owe you any explanations, dude." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;none of us mean what we say when we're angry. when i vent, i can be mean. so rather than tell it to my bf's face, i write about it [so i can fall asleep and not be kept up by my thoughts as well]. most of the time i look back on the entries and either shudder in embarrassment, cringe due to the harshness, or realize, hey, i need to do something about this reoccuring issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. am i wrong in thinking this? SHOULD i be more open about stuff like that, even if i know that he's going to react negatively to something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, for other people, ignorance is bliss. or would it be considered lying for omission is the same as a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-865357650333249461?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/865357650333249461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/06/privacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/865357650333249461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/865357650333249461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/06/privacy.html' title='privacy?'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-8950354966652671171</id><published>2009-06-11T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:09:58.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CA sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i just got a letter in the mail regarding my cal grant money [money that is given freely to college students of certain financial status].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;well, i read it and saw that i got awarded $1, 551 and i got alllll excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;next to it, they printed "withdrawn." WTF? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;withdrawn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;uh, yea. "Due to state budget cuts, amounts are subject to change and may be withdrawn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;fnck CA man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;they sent me a letter saying that they gave me money then took it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sheesh. why even tell me at this point? haaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-8950354966652671171?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/8950354966652671171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/06/ca-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8950354966652671171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8950354966652671171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/06/ca-sucks.html' title='CA sucks'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-7962547495408234557</id><published>2009-06-09T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:10:22.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa260/aurevoirvoil/embrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 204px;" src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa260/aurevoirvoil/embrace.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;if we were meant to be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i have dreams all the time where im with a guy and like, call me w/e you want but you FEEL like you actually love that person in the dream. it's incredibly weird. but it's never him. sometimes it's some other guy i know and sometimes it's someone ive never seen before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's really creepy, it feels like i love that person more than who i really have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i never tell him any of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so is my mind playing tricks on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;am i subconsciously wishing that he was someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;or is it my brain's way of telling me, hey, wake up, look at what you could have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i think im looking into this too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;my dreams are pretty fncked sometimes haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-7962547495408234557?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/7962547495408234557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7962547495408234557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/7962547495408234557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title='sometimes i wonder'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-2497722410117062935</id><published>2009-06-01T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:40:01.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SiSC4bvZj3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/2aqQ_I9xY18/s1600-h/chrissie-white-vintage-photo-3-poetic-home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SiSC4bvZj3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/2aqQ_I9xY18/s400/chrissie-white-vintage-photo-3-poetic-home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342538963999100786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-2497722410117062935?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/2497722410117062935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/06/interesting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2497722410117062935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2497722410117062935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/06/interesting.html' title='interesting'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SiSC4bvZj3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/2aqQ_I9xY18/s72-c/chrissie-white-vintage-photo-3-poetic-home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-3110144821214309222</id><published>2009-05-31T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:11:47.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am ashamed of what the world's come to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;if you havent seen this story yet, here's a link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;http://news.aol.com/article/abortion-doctor-killed/505406?icid=main|main|dl1|link3|http%3A%2F%2Fnews.aol.com%2Farticle%2Fabortion-doctor-killed%2F505406&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i just cant believe all the crazies that approve of this man's murder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's horrific.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;think of how many women he's helped...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you cant just kill someone because you THINK it's wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;he was just doing his job, it was legal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it just... it makes me sad to see what the world's come to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i was reading the comments under this story and i saw things that read "he shouldve been stopped a long time ago" and "yes, the baby killer has been killed!" or something to that effect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;if you don't agree with abortion, i'd assume youre against killing in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;then why, oh why, would you condone the killing of this man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;wouldnt that make you hypocritical?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;idk i was just wondering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;RIP Dr. George Tiller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;my heart goes out to his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-3110144821214309222?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/3110144821214309222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-ashamed-of-what-worlds-come-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/3110144821214309222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/3110144821214309222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-ashamed-of-what-worlds-come-to.html' title='i am ashamed of what the world&apos;s come to'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-3695941366832972647</id><published>2009-05-30T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:40:02.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B.I.D. list</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i decided to make a list of things i would like to do before i die. hence the B.I.D. list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yepyep.gibbs12.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/bottlenose-dolphin-picture-2-480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 132px;" src="http://yepyep.gibbs12.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/bottlenose-dolphin-picture-2-480.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. record an album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. swim with dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. spend the night on the beach with the significant other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. meet a celebrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. run a marathon/take on a biking challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. change someone's life for the better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. sing for a real audience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pjhope.org/images/poor_kids01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 131px;" src="http://www.pjhope.org/images/poor_kids01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. go to ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. help out poor kids in africa/south america&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. learn to play the violin, flute, and guitar [decently]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. learn to speak french, cambodian, flemish, italian, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;german.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. improve my spanish so that i can speak it fluently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. hang out with friends and have an adventure that lasts until dawn of the next morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfgHZYnDQ1Q/ReM1XPEGzhI/AAAAAAAAABg/ROlOlrwokD8/s320/ballroom-dance-classes-image-1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfgHZYnDQ1Q/ReM1XPEGzhI/AAAAAAAAABg/ROlOlrwokD8/s320/ballroom-dance-classes-image-1001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. enter a poker tournament and actually get in the money [unlikely!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. get a tattoo [soon? i need ideas!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. learn to ballroom dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. find a southern person that doesnt like fried chicken. :] haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. go to butterfly gorge and see all the butterflies :]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. go parachuting. or something like that. but the idea of skydiving scares me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; have a family and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; kids and all that ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shall definitely add to this list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i better get crackin tho ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-3695941366832972647?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/3695941366832972647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/bid-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/3695941366832972647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/3695941366832972647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/bid-list.html' title='B.I.D. list'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfgHZYnDQ1Q/ReM1XPEGzhI/AAAAAAAAABg/ROlOlrwokD8/s72-c/ballroom-dance-classes-image-1001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-8473938674415259630</id><published>2009-05-28T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:12:23.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lame attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;where have you gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's not the same without you here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;lost and alone doesnt cover it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i feel like im on the wrong side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;because when you left i lost everything i had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and yet it's all right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;when you went and gone i wept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but im still lost and im bone dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;the days just keep on passing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;the pity rains down on me in storms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;they tell me to keep on living, be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but i feel like im on the wrong side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;because when you left i lost everything i had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and yet it's all right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;when you went and gone i wept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but im still lost and im bone dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;this is not a love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;im not waiting for your return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's a sad lament for what ive become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's a bridge that i can't burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;because you left me [you left me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you broke me [you broke me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but i cant blame you for it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;because i know [i know]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;im still clinging [still clinging]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;to each and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;because when you left i lost everything i had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; and yet it's all right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; when you went and gone i wept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; but im still lost and im bone dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;this sounds like every other song out there haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but that's my lame attempt at lyrics for this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-8473938674415259630?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/8473938674415259630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/lame-attempt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8473938674415259630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/8473938674415259630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/lame-attempt.html' title='lame attempt'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-6646344455290735262</id><published>2009-05-28T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:12:54.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i may have an unusual taste in music, so excuse me while i indulge myself here.&lt;br /&gt;i was on youtube just now and i came across evanescence videos. since i have both their CDs, i decided to take a look at the "good enough" video. it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive never been fond of the song, but after reading the lyrics and watching the video im in love with it. i am so lame haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Good Enough"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under your spell again.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you.&lt;br /&gt;Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I can't say no to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't let go of this dream.&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe but I feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good enough,&lt;br /&gt;I feel good enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Drink up sweet decadence.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you,&lt;br /&gt;And I've completely lost myself, and I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't let you conquer me completely.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't let go of this dream.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good enough,&lt;br /&gt;I feel good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall.&lt;br /&gt;Pour real life down on me.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't hold on to anything this good enough.&lt;br /&gt;Am I good enough for you to love me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take care what you ask of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'cause I can't say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/sweetmusician28/alongtimecomingbyo_OxoutsiderxO_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 267px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/sweetmusician28/alongtimecomingbyo_OxoutsiderxO_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://photobucket.com/images/good%20enough%20evanescence" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-6646344455290735262?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/6646344455290735262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-941396012828813745</id><published>2009-05-26T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:13:28.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you but i hate you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sometimes i really hate my father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;since when has it been ok to abuse helpless animals just because youre upset with your pathetic life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;since when has it been ok to give away half of your night's earnings to an employee who merely delivers food to your tables when you cant even pay your own bills and when that employee is getting paid by the fncking company as well? he's making more than you while only doing half the work youre doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;meanwhile at home, youre making your wife work YOUR SECOND JOB because youre too tired/lazy/inconsiderate to do it yourself.  you lie in bed while she runs around doing her job as a supervisor and, on top of that, your assignments as a merchandiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and it's not like she gets to keep the money either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;since when has it been justifiable to blame everyone in your family for everything that goes wrong in your life without first looking at what youve been doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you sit and whine about your illnesses and claim youre too sick to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;meanwhile, the bills are adding up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;why did you act like a charming gentleman when your wife's sister and brother-in-law were here, claiming that yes, we will all go visit you soon in belgium, and then when they were safely back on the plane, say to your wife that you would never allow her to go to see her family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you're an ugly person sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sometimes im ashamed of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i love you for all that youve done for me, for how hard youve worked for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but i hate you for all the wrong youve done when you know better and preach differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;im so upset right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i want to go in a freaking china shop with a baseball bat and demolish some sh!t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's dinner time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-941396012828813745?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/941396012828813745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-you-but-i-hate-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/941396012828813745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/941396012828813745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-you-but-i-hate-you.html' title='i love you but i hate you.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-2265021708777615238</id><published>2009-05-22T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:13:49.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have the hardest time coming up with titles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;hello summertime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;finished my last final of the semester today at 930 AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i am freeeeeee! :]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;haha, im sorry, but i am SO ready for summer, even if i hate the heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;perhaps im not truly a cali girl, but that's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i love everything about this state except for 3 things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;a) the heat. i detest hot weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;b) people do not seem to care enough to conserve water even though we're in a fncking drought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;c) prop 8 got passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;as you can see, im pretty passionate about those things ahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i hope im not getting judged or offending anyone by letter c.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's a highly controversial topic, so i understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but it does piss me off that it got passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;whatever happened to equality, ya know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;alright i guess ill shutup about it before this blog turns into a full-fledged rant. im not here to shove my beliefs down your throat and that's what ill end up doing if i go into that topic aha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;idk if im liberal as they come, but im definitely on that side of the spectrum, so im sorry if i offend anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but yeahhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;im listening to tyrone wells online right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;his music is great! my favorite is "sink or swim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i found him through my sister. if you like rock/pop/mainstream sound, then check him out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i was going to say something but i really dont remember what it was now... damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;oh yes now i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;while im on the subject of music, im looking for a vocal coach to make my voice stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;if there are any singers out there that know of any helpful tips or vocal instructors, drop a word in the comments. i'd really appreciate it :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;im trying to go for a paramore/evanescence type of sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i sound more like evanescence right now but i wanna fuse them together somehow, so im trying to figure out how to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;this was not what i was planning to say on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;im just rambling now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sorry &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-2265021708777615238?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/2265021708777615238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-hardest-time-coming-up-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2265021708777615238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2265021708777615238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-hardest-time-coming-up-with.html' title='i have the hardest time coming up with titles'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-1009066148234214556</id><published>2009-05-20T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:14:15.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i feel it coming up from deep inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;like my insides are crawling out from within me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;the dark, dank ghost of what i had buried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;is the tears on my face that ignites the fury as the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;black, black night descends around me as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;cold, cold seas toss and knock me while it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ring, ring, rings inside my head, and i don't feel a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i don't feel a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's always like this when it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;the shades come up but it's dark and forlorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and it never rains in the desert but this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;youre a flood and im drowning and in my mind i see that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;black, black night descends around me as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;cold, cold seas toss and knock me while it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ring, ring, rings inside my head, and i don't feel a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i don't feel a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you cant step on something you made to be the smallest thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and you cant wash down the hurt, forever numb the feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so as you try, try, try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;the pieces die, die, die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;die, die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;die, die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and you'll find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you'll find out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;oh you just watch and you'll find out that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;black, black night descends around you as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; cold, cold seas toss and knock you while it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; ring, ring, rings inside your head, and you won't feel a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; you won't feel a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-1009066148234214556?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/1009066148234214556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1009066148234214556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1009066148234214556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/song.html' title='song.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-4627660214697177639</id><published>2009-05-20T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:14:47.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jumbled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;there are a whole lot of thoughts going around in my head right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;1. im scared of the earthquakes. we had another mini one today. i couldnt feel it, but knowing that it happened freaks me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;2. i dont want to go to the dentist tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;3. why the hell did i volunteer to work next thursday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;4. i want to make lyrics but i lost all inspiration after talking to my bf on the phone earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;5. im getting tired now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;6. i like blogging but sometimes i feel silly -- like im talking to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;7. hm that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;have a happy wednesday all. im off to bed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-4627660214697177639?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/4627660214697177639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/jumbled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4627660214697177639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4627660214697177639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/jumbled.html' title='jumbled.'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-3919223822144794440</id><published>2009-05-19T03:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:24:46.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/sweetmusician28/tristan-and-isolde-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 307px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a125/sweetmusician28/tristan-and-isolde-0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-3919223822144794440?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/3919223822144794440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/3919223822144794440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/3919223822144794440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-4658493891619471487</id><published>2009-05-19T02:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:15:22.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am sad. i want a guy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sometimes i dont know what possesses him to say the things he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i was busy writing my paper for english tonight and all of a sudden, he is mad at the world and he hates living and he says he wants to die. don't worry -- he's not depressed or bipolar or anything. at least, not according to any clinical definition. he says that he wont take his life or anything but he wishes that something out of nowhere will end him. he used getting run over by a truck as an example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;this scares me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's happened before, and it has gone away but i always hate it. somehow, it always feels like some sort of personal attack on my part. im his girlfriend. im supposed to make all of these feelings go away right? this means im not doing my job :[ and, according to him, even i hold no appeal. i am no reason for him to live either. now, i know this is a bit melodramatic but jeez, it still hurts the heart. he is the reason that i do so many things i do. he makes me whole. and then to hear this from him is just like... wow. what do i mean to you? you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i know it's not about me, and that he's frustrated because of his music... yeah, i guess musicians get that way. and it's hard to listen to this too because so many times i get so envious and jealous of his songwriting talent that it drives me crazy. but, i still listen. and no matter how many times i try to assure him that he is amazing and talented, i know he doesnt believe me, and he says so. too bad he doesnt know that i mean it. even if he wasnt my boyfriend, i would still feel the same way about his music. he's that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's just so hard sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sometimes i dont know if i really want to be with him. i mean, we talk to each other and about the future like we are going to be together for the rest of our lives, but sometimes i really dont know. he is and isnt my prince charming. im in love with him and i do love him, but when i compare him to what my prince charming would be, he is incredibly lacking. i guess it's my fault then. shouldnt i be happy with what i have? i dont know... i want a guy who is going to sweep me off my feet, a guy that wants to see me because he loves me and is not afraid or hesitant to show and tell the whole world... a guy that will hold my hand, kiss me in front of strangers, and hold me close always. a guy that goes out of his way to be romantic, that would sacrifice anything for me. a guy that listens to my ideas and doesnt put them down. a guy that needs only me to be happy. a guy that respects my interests and opinions and doesnt call them dumb, stupid, or tell me that i dont know what im talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;this makes me sound selfish and b!tchy doesnt it? haaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;idk... i really do love my boyfriend with all my heart. normally im happy with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but sometimes i can only see what i dont have. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;im going to be running on about 5 hours of sleep now but since i cant talk to him, i guess im on here to spew my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i feel so alone right now. isnt it weird? i have him. sometimes i do call him my prince charming. but sometimes i can be sitting right next to him and still feel lost and alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;perhaps tomorrow will be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-4658493891619471487?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/4658493891619471487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-sad-i-want-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4658493891619471487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4658493891619471487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-sad-i-want-guy.html' title='i am sad. i want a guy...'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-1348052445629761830</id><published>2009-05-18T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:15:43.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only in socal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;will people love earthquakes, consider them fun, and be stoked about having one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i feel like im the only one down here that gets terrified right after one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;:-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-1348052445629761830?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/1348052445629761830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-in-socal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1348052445629761830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/1348052445629761830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-in-socal.html' title='only in socal'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-2409376596021497887</id><published>2009-05-12T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:28:16.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something pretty</title><content type='html'>to balance out the negativity in my blogs for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/vintage" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa236/brittany_stfu/vintage.gif" border="0" alt="retro. Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-2409376596021497887?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/2409376596021497887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2409376596021497887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/2409376596021497887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-pretty.html' title='something pretty'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-4085176009390026588</id><published>2009-05-12T23:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:16:16.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sometimes i really resent myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;all too often i look back on the past wishing i had done such and such differently and regretting that i had slacked off, or that i stopped caring. im in college now and i cant help but look back and realize that if i had only tried a tad harder or worked instead of coasting through my last year of high school that things wouldve been a lot different. maybe i wouldve gotten more scholarships and gone to a great school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and now i look back on what ive done these past 2 semesters and im kicking my own @ss for it. i slacked off. i never tried. granted, i got As and Bs but until now i never realized how important it was for me to keep the highest GPA possible... i want to be a surgeon for god's sake. i should be dedicated haha. i always take shortcuts though :-( [i can imagine future patients writing my name down for future reference: dont go to this doctor! haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but really. i couldve easily gotten all As, but i never cracked open a freaking textbook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;regret leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i guess that's why you should always listen to your mothers [or fathers].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;try hard, even when u dont want to. always do ur best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i didnt. im paying for it now! :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;at any rate, i went to the gym today and it felt good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;my day sucked overall, but somehow it didnt matter as much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;woot woot for the release of endorphins! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;my mom was sick today too. shes the type of person that you rarely find sitting down for more than ten minutes at a time. shes always rushing around doing something. shes usually in and out of the house, running around here and there. but today she laid in the couch for the whole afternoon and just slept and i was the one taking care of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it feels really strange when the roles are reversed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;my dad has been sick before. that's not strange for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;however, my mom is like my superman. when she is sick, you know it's BAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;she's hardly ever sick... the last time she had more than a bit of the sniffles it was like more than 6 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;today she came back from the doctor who told her that if she had waited for much longer, she wouldve died. granted, they dont know what she has but that piece of news is dramatic all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;jeez. it's like happy mothers day haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;she'll be ok though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it was just kind of a bizarre day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;oh and if youre not from the US and youre reading this, you probably have heard this all already: the US healthcare system sucks big time. i dont know how many problems my family has had but oh my goodness. lets trade insurances please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;im reading to kick my insurance representative in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-4085176009390026588?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/4085176009390026588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4085176009390026588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/4085176009390026588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-ramblings.html' title='random ramblings'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-2992523211960902172</id><published>2009-05-12T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:16:34.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my bf &amp; i</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;have the best and worst luck when it comes to school... kinda haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i swear, my boyfriend must be half psychic or something. once in a while -- actually, no, let's rephrase that.  almost every time we actually ditch class [as opposed to wishing we could while dragging our lazy asses to lecture] it ends up being canceled. so while we're feeling free and rebellious, it always ends abruptly with the news that it was canceled and the realization that we got up early for nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;haha, ironic, isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i dont know if that's a good or a bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;both, perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's just our luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-6527020982799040318</id><published>2009-05-12T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:16:54.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;1. money to get a singing coach. i need to get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;2. inspiration for a foot tattoo! :-/ im not creative at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i have such a shallow mind haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-6527020982799040318?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/6527020982799040318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/6527020982799040318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/6527020982799040318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want.html' title='i want'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-6253301029678523167</id><published>2009-05-10T00:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:17:13.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random quote for today:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"im gonna use what god gave me before father time take it away!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;from a random youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-6253301029678523167?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/feeds/6253301029678523167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-quote-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/6253301029678523167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647477347149175927/posts/default/6253301029678523167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnykss.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-quote-for-today.html' title='random quote for today:'/><author><name>open secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17169771202798434589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-1757897633049195322</id><published>2009-05-09T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:17:34.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF WE'RE GONE TOMORROW plug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;for anyone who happens to read this, i hate to be annoying, but i have to do a bit of advertising right here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;please check out my boyfriend's band IF WE'RE GONE TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SgYEOLKJXNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NyBv7RU3SZA/s1600-h/bandname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SgYEOLKJXNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NyBv7RU3SZA/s400/bandname.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333955450226957522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;SHOW DETAILS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;WHERE: if you live in southern california, they will be having their first show @ chain reaction in anaheim on saturday may 16th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;TICKETS: $10 each, however, since the show is coming closer and they still have 70 tickets to sell, the band is willing to give them to you for $5 each instead (that's a steal! i have to pay $10 haha and im his girlfriend!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;they need to sell these tickets in order to play at their show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;if not, it'll come from their pocketbooks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;please help them out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;**MUST CONTACT BAND/ME FOR TICKETS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;HELP THEM OUT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;if you dont live in california, please help them out by just getting their name out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;post it on your blog, myspace, facebook, twitter, or web page!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;the more advertising they get, the more fans and popularity... it cant hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;even if you dont like them, just get their name out there. say that they suck, or whatever! but name recognition is everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;oh, and they ARE getting a new singer so if you arent fond of their sound now, dont worry, itll change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;CONTACT: they have accounts on myspace, facebook, and each member has a twitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you can also talk to them on AIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;myspace: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;www.myspace.com/IFWEREGONETOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;twitter accounts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;aaron (guitarist/keys/screams): http://twitter.com/AaronIWGT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;alisha (guitarist): http://twitter.com/AlishaIWGT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;foz (bassist): http://twitter.com/FozIWGT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;joey (drummer/screams): http://twitter.com/JoeyIWGT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;AIM SN: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;IWG2MRW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;EMAIL: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;IWGT@rocketmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;look them up on facebook also!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;please dont be shy, theyre great &amp;amp; outgoing people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;spread the word ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647477347149175927-1757897633049195322?l=sunnykss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SzNM59Y-HuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/v4W2RFZr8Bw/S220/Photo+28777777777777.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_omheW5753rU/SgYEOLKJXNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NyBv7RU3SZA/s72-c/bandname.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647477347149175927.post-5847766939475096191</id><published>2009-05-09T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:18:06.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;just ordered new clothes online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now off to wash up &amp;amp; sleep. officially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:43 AM... im up too late :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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