<?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-615256661583189521</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:32:24.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>writing won't save the world...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-5969780078445501511</id><published>2009-02-13T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:18:34.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>juliet simms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1500000/Juliet-Simms-add-for-Skelanimals-juliet-simms-1554877-320-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1500000/Juliet-Simms-add-for-Skelanimals-juliet-simms-1554877-320-400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;say hello to ms. Juliet Simms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the really pretty lead singer of the awesomely amazing band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Automatic Loveletter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;she sings the amazing song that is posted below this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;she plays guitar and sounds so damn great live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;not to mention she has a song with All Time Low!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Her voice is jst amazing..if ii could be like anyone...ii would be like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;shes so damn pretty and shes jst amazing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ii &lt;33&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;her voice is also unique. she has this raspy tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and its jst so pretty because of the amount high notes she hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;if ii saw her live..ii think ii would have a heartattack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but shes jst awesome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and ii kno so many people that ii have shown her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and they all say she looks good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*falls to the floor*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;aww man....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;shes hot....XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&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/615256661583189521-5969780078445501511?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5969780078445501511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=5969780078445501511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/5969780078445501511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/5969780078445501511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/02/juliet-simms.html' title='juliet simms'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-5324238550533317146</id><published>2009-02-11T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:28:08.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>make-up smeared eyes-automatic loveletter</title><content type='html'>Left your t-shirt in my room&lt;br /&gt;Still smells of you&lt;br /&gt;And the picture you hung on the door&lt;br /&gt;Lay smashed, picture perfect&lt;br /&gt;Explains now&lt;br /&gt;Clearly nothing left but a memory&lt;br /&gt;We only made out&lt;br /&gt;You never kissed me&lt;br /&gt;That's how I learned to hold back all feeling&lt;br /&gt;Wait, please don't go&lt;br /&gt;I won't stay&lt;br /&gt;All these words on replay&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;It's all right&lt;br /&gt;Good to know that you're fine&lt;br /&gt;Pretending everything is right to make it better&lt;br /&gt;I'll hide my make-up smeared eyes&lt;br /&gt;To show that I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;Some how you have managed to get under my skin&lt;br /&gt;More than anyone ever did&lt;br /&gt;And if every hole makes a scar&lt;br /&gt;And every scar marks it's place&lt;br /&gt;Then I will never live freely without your trace&lt;br /&gt;And it'll never be fair&lt;br /&gt;I wrote my songs for you and you never even cared&lt;br /&gt;So I'll forget you&lt;br /&gt;I'll wash your t-shirt and kill the pillow&lt;br /&gt;And cut you out of pictures&lt;br /&gt;Wait, please don't go&lt;br /&gt;I won't stay&lt;br /&gt;All these words on replay&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;It's all right&lt;br /&gt;Good to know that you're fine&lt;br /&gt;Pretending everything is right to make it better&lt;br /&gt;I'll hide my make-up smeared eyes&lt;br /&gt;This drama sat shotgun&lt;br /&gt;My eyes rained like autumn&lt;br /&gt;Only the glove box knows how the story goes&lt;br /&gt;Now that this bandage is broken&lt;br /&gt;And the cuts left in open&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you just one thing&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't worth the sting (x3)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-5324238550533317146?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5324238550533317146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=5324238550533317146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/5324238550533317146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/5324238550533317146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/02/make-up-smeared-eyes-automatic.html' title='make-up smeared eyes-automatic loveletter'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-4085334294193344675</id><published>2009-02-10T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:35:40.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what represents me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301286464999831090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SZHz89bmtjI/AAAAAAAAACE/Nrsf_LDrWl4/s320/562756725_5a8ffdebbf.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;this pic represents me b/c...a paint splatter is jst random and all over the place. and it's mad from so many different things and its just like how ii am.&lt;br /&gt;a paint splatter can be the world's biggest mess but then in the end it could be one of the best things that have happened.&lt;br /&gt;ii feel this represent me b/c ii am one big mess...ii have a big heart...and even if ii am a mess ii can still show my tru colors. im a mix of everything. and 1/2 the time i'm all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;and sumtimes ii make the biggest mistakes but they end up working out for me.so ii may be jst a random mess but its like ii wouldnt change how ii am&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;ii love being the paint splatter that ii am. and on top of that paint splatter is unique and thats what ii love abt being me..u wouldnt find anyone like me...XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-4085334294193344675?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4085334294193344675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=4085334294193344675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/4085334294193344675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/4085334294193344675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-represents-me.html' title='what represents me'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SZHz89bmtjI/AAAAAAAAACE/Nrsf_LDrWl4/s72-c/562756725_5a8ffdebbf.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-1899497389417490910</id><published>2009-02-05T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:34:56.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCATTERGORIES...family style....</title><content type='html'>SCATTERGORIES Rules:&lt;br /&gt;IT'S HARDER THAN IT LOOKS! HIT FORWARD, ERASE MY ANSWERS, ENTERYOURS, SEND IT ON TO 10 PEOPLE INCLUDING THE ONE THAT SENT THIS TO YOU.USE THE 1ST LETTER OF YOUR NAME TO ANSWER EACH OF THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS .THEY HAVE TO BE REAL PLACES, NAMES, THINGS. NOTHING MADE UP! TRY TO USE DIFFERENT ANSWERS THAN THE PERSON WHO SENT IT. YOU CAN'T USE YOUR NAME FOR THE BOY/GIRL NAME QUESTION.&lt;br /&gt;Have FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name: Ariella&lt;br /&gt;2. A 4 Letter Word: Area&lt;br /&gt;3. A Male Name: Artemist!!&lt;br /&gt;4. A Female's Name: Avril&lt;br /&gt;5. An Occupation: Doctor&lt;br /&gt;6. A Color: Amethist&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear: arm band!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. A Beverage: a snapple&lt;br /&gt;9. A Food: apricots&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: aerosalo&lt;br /&gt;11. A place: american girl place&lt;br /&gt;12. A Reason for being late: animal attack....(2 points yay me!!)&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you shout : anal armor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name: Xiomara&lt;br /&gt;2. A 4 Letter Word: X-men&lt;br /&gt;3. A Male Name: Xylophone&lt;br /&gt;4. A Female's Name: Xylophone&lt;br /&gt;5. An Occupation: Xylophone&lt;br /&gt;6. A Color: Xylophone&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear: Xylophone&lt;br /&gt;8. A Beverage: Xylophone&lt;br /&gt;9. A Food: Xanax&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: Xylophone&lt;br /&gt;11. A place: Xylophone&lt;br /&gt;12. A Reason for being late: X-box&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you shout : "XYLOPHONE, How do you spell it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name: marisol&lt;br /&gt;2. A 4 Letter Word: math&lt;br /&gt;3. A Male Name: massimo&lt;br /&gt;4. A Female's Name: malika&lt;br /&gt;5. An Occupation: marketing manager (2 points!)&lt;br /&gt;6. A Color: maroon&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear: mittens&lt;br /&gt;8. A Beverage: mai tai&lt;br /&gt;9. A Food: mofongo!!&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: (oi vay...you know where I can go with this?, but I wont! lolol) mirror&lt;br /&gt;11. A place: Maldives (look it up...it's gorgeous!)&lt;br /&gt;12. A Reason for being late: massive menstruation!! (dude...seriously) lol&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you shout : Mama Mia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name: Aracelis&lt;br /&gt;2. A 4 Letter Word: Arch&lt;br /&gt;3. A Male Name: Andrew&lt;br /&gt;4. A Female's Name: Amelia&lt;br /&gt;5. An Occupation: Astronaut&lt;br /&gt;6. A Color: Amber&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear: A coat! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;8. A Beverage: Ale, as in ginger. Or beer. Whatever tickles your pickle.&lt;br /&gt;9. A Food: Asparagus&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: Ass paper&lt;br /&gt;11. A place: Australia&lt;br /&gt;12. A Reason for being late: Appointment&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you shout : "Apple Martini!!" when the bar gets too noisy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name: Doreen&lt;br /&gt;2. A 4 Letter Word: Damn&lt;br /&gt;3. A Male Name: David&lt;br /&gt;4. A Female's Name: Denise&lt;br /&gt;5. An Occupation: Doctor&lt;br /&gt;6. A Color: Dk blue&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear: diamonds&lt;br /&gt;8. A Beverage: Diet coke&lt;br /&gt;9. A Food: Devil Dog (whoo hooo double dd)&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: Diaphram&lt;br /&gt;11. A place: Den&lt;br /&gt;12. A Reason for being late: Diarreaha&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you shout : Dufus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-1899497389417490910?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1899497389417490910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=1899497389417490910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/1899497389417490910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/1899497389417490910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/02/scattergoriesfamily-style.html' title='SCATTERGORIES...family style....'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-624452943061970098</id><published>2009-02-01T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:28:16.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just cuz im pissed....how abt an angry song</title><content type='html'>You'd said we'd never get this far&lt;br /&gt;You said your words, we've played our parts&lt;br /&gt;Said your two cents now&lt;br /&gt;It's my turn&lt;br /&gt;So, sit down, shut up&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;So, you think you know how this story goes&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;Sit down, are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;Restrain&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd never come this far&lt;br /&gt;I thought your words meant something more&lt;br /&gt;Said my two cents now&lt;br /&gt;It's your turn&lt;br /&gt;So stand up and scream&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;So you think you know how this story goes&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;Sit down, are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;Restrain&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;Sit down, are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;Restrain&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-624452943061970098?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/624452943061970098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=624452943061970098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/624452943061970098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/624452943061970098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-cuz-im-pissedhow-abt-angry-song.html' title='just cuz im pissed....how abt an angry song'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-6023681015059971395</id><published>2009-02-01T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:47:41.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>superbowl</title><content type='html'>so its sunday...&lt;br /&gt;but not jst any sunday...&lt;br /&gt;try superbowl sunday&lt;br /&gt;holy crap...&lt;br /&gt;steelers v.s. cardinals...&lt;br /&gt;ii for one kinda hate football...&lt;br /&gt;its more fun to play then to watch...&lt;br /&gt;but anyways so far its kinda close...&lt;br /&gt;and im rootin for the steelers all day everyday&lt;br /&gt;but so far its 10-7.....kinda gay ii mean the steelers have 10&lt;br /&gt;but still it should be 10-0...&lt;br /&gt;but w/e we shall see who wins...&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later...lmao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-6023681015059971395?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6023681015059971395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=6023681015059971395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6023681015059971395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6023681015059971395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/02/superbowl.html' title='superbowl'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-1253192104359561342</id><published>2009-01-31T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:50:55.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jst to kno sumthins abt me.</title><content type='html'>not once have ii ever said who ii am....ii think its time for me too do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm the type of girl that when she falls for sum1 she falls hard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ii will dance and in public even ii look like a fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when ii tell someone ii love you...ii couldnt mean it more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im a very fragile person....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it takes a lot for me to trust someone when im dating them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when ii tell someone ii hate them...it means they managed to hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;music is my mind, body and soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im bella swan...ii cnt run from it...that damn book twilight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im an emotional wreck at times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ii have a habit of making people my world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when ii tell someone ii wont forget them...it means that they will always be in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ii have a very bad temper and it can get me in a lot of trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my heart is the worst kind of weapon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eyeliner makes my world go around...ii cnt leave home without that and a hoodie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ii am unique and you will never find another girl like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im insane, insecure, loving, crazy and so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ii put other ppl ahead of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ii have a big heart and let ppl in too easily..and that ii end gettin hurt for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not happy with myself as a person. and ii wish ii could change a lot abt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when someone hurts me..ii get even..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-1253192104359561342?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-3382673527899016647</id><published>2009-01-31T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:03:59.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dream day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;have you ever been in one of those moods...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;where you just want too run around and dance where ever you can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;jst to feel free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;ii would just love to put on boxers a tank top and knee high socks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;jst to start blasting hellogoodbye or fall out boy and jst sing and dance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;thats my dream day. to have the house to myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;or maybe have a friend over who would gladly join me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;boy that would jst be an awesome day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;and then make some chocolate chip cookies...*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;thats jst my dream day...it might happen monday...if it does...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;OOOHH EEEEMMMM GEEE....ii would jst be so damn happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;ii mean ii would have to do it alone...but who cares...ii get to be in boxers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;until ii have to get my sister ofcourse...lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-3382673527899016647?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3382673527899016647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=3382673527899016647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/3382673527899016647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/3382673527899016647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-dream-day.html' title='my dream day....'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-7332672639482907293</id><published>2009-01-30T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:44:00.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cat food!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so....today my mom came home...and wanted to make food..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she looked through our cabinets and finally found tuna....smh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ii hate the smell of tuna. makes me kinda sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;butzz anyways...my mom opened it and was like "mmmm catfood...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and ii looked at her and started laughin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10 minutes later my dad came into the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and was like "yummy cat food" ii started laughin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my mom turned around and told him "screw you both"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me and my dad started laughin again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5 minutes later my sister walked into the kitchen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im doing dishes, my dad is lookin for sumthin to munch on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and my mom is finishin her sammich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my sister comes in and says "eww why does it smell like cat food??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me and my dad looked at my mom and started laughin...my sister had no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what was goin on and was askin what was so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my mom turned around and said "screw you all ii swear"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ii started laughin harder and so did my dad..and then my sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;stormed off cuz she had no idea what was going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my mom finished her sammich and jst walked out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and then ii was alone again...TT_TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-7332672639482907293?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7332672639482907293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=7332672639482907293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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thing abt it is on tonight...&lt;br /&gt;PEPSI SMASH!!&lt;br /&gt;to matters ever cool.&lt;br /&gt;FALL OUT BOY IS GONNA BE ON TONIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;ii jst hope they do my song&lt;br /&gt;headfirst slide into coopertown on a bad bet.&lt;br /&gt;if ii hear that song..ii will do a happy dance where ever ii am.&lt;br /&gt;but they have other cool songs...but ii really wanna hear that song.&lt;br /&gt;cuz it jst makes me happy then any of their other songs can.&lt;br /&gt;but we'll see what happens...if ii dnt hear the song&lt;br /&gt;i'll end up going to my room and playin it.&lt;br /&gt;jst so that ii can go and jump around a bit.&lt;br /&gt;nothing better then that...XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-1566370135722292141?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-6731541512880011367</id><published>2009-01-29T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:04:53.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scooby doo!!</title><content type='html'>so its offical...ii learned scooby doo on the bass.&lt;br /&gt;and it sounds AWESOME!! im am jst so damn happy&lt;br /&gt;ii played it for my sister and one of my best friends&lt;br /&gt;and then on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;im just happy..next song is gonna be super mario brothers&lt;br /&gt;just cuz that song is awesome...and if ii learn that...&lt;br /&gt;ii will call myself..FRIGGEN AMAZING!!&lt;br /&gt;but until then..ii shall try to serende ppl with scooby doo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-6731541512880011367?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6731541512880011367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=6731541512880011367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6731541512880011367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6731541512880011367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/scooby-doo.html' title='scooby doo!!'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-1319457937361841647</id><published>2009-01-28T09:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:46:19.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight...</title><content type='html'>so everyone has the twilight phase ooo ii love this person....ooh ii love that person...ooh ii want an edward...omg im bella...omg ii &lt;33 edward...and ii cnt take it...&lt;br /&gt;ii hate twilight....&lt;br /&gt;TWILIGHT SUCKS&lt;br /&gt;ii mean the books r ok..&lt;br /&gt;and the movie was alright&lt;br /&gt;but it wasnt everything.&lt;br /&gt;edward is a crazy monkey&lt;br /&gt;and bella is a stupid klutz&lt;br /&gt;ii mean ii love japser...&lt;br /&gt;cuz hes hot... and if ii knew sum1 like that ii would be happy&lt;br /&gt;but thats abt it.&lt;br /&gt;alice is cool...&lt;br /&gt;but ii really can't take twilight..&lt;br /&gt;it can go kick rocks with flip flops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-1319457937361841647?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1319457937361841647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=1319457937361841647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/1319457937361841647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/1319457937361841647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight.html' title='twilight...'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-2126903996042248476</id><published>2009-01-28T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:44:49.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>music=&lt;33333333333333</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="435" height="270" data="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf?config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.profileplaylist.net%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart.xml&amp;mywidth=435&amp;myheight=270&amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.profileplaylist.net%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D52309778%26t%3D1233160853"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#e8e8e8"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf?config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.profileplaylist.net%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart.xml&amp;mywidth=435&amp;myheight=270&amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.profileplaylist.net%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D52309778%26t%3D1233160853"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.profileplaylist.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/create_black.jpg" border="0" alt="Get a playlist!"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.profileplaylist.net/standalone/52309778" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/launch_black.jpg" border="0" alt="Standalone player"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.profileplaylist.net/download/52309778"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/get_black.jpg" border="0" alt="Get Ringtones!"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay ii got my music!! this has sum of my fave songs on it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-2126903996042248476?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2126903996042248476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=2126903996042248476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/2126903996042248476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/2126903996042248476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-playlist.html' title='music=&lt;33333333333333'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-9024975904564110263</id><published>2009-01-28T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:47:42.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GOD...plz dnt let me get in trouble...&lt;br /&gt;ii swear ii will believe in you again.&lt;br /&gt;ii wont doubt you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;pleas don't have my bf come today.&lt;br /&gt;ii do miss him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;but ii dont wanna get in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;ii will not say your name in vain&lt;br /&gt;ii jst want things to work out today.&lt;br /&gt;so please don't have him come.&lt;br /&gt;ii will even start praying every night.&lt;br /&gt;AMEN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-9024975904564110263?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/9024975904564110263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=9024975904564110263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/9024975904564110263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/9024975904564110263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-prayer.html' title='my prayer'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-3181207000922977768</id><published>2009-01-28T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:50:12.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a survey cuz im bored..lol</title><content type='html'>Have you ever kissed someone whos name starts with a C? jst my sister on the cheek..&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? yeah...jess&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with girls? sumtimes&lt;br /&gt;If someone liked you, would you want them to tell you? yeah...but it depends on how much they like me.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have feelings for the last person you held hands with? havent held any1s hand in awhile&lt;br /&gt;Who's the last person you took a picture with? caro, michael&lt;br /&gt;Something you do a lot? tyrell's mom...lmao&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? hair&lt;br /&gt;Bet you're missing someone now? yeah ii am...&lt;br /&gt;What are you craving right now? chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;Who's your last missed call from? umm prolly jess&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever not been able to get someone off of your mind? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;How do you know the last person you were in a car accident with? nvr been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;Who are you thinking about right now? my boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time your stomach turned? umm when ii saw part of the vern tornensex tape...BLECH&lt;br /&gt;What is something you liked about your day? didnt happen yet.&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow? chillin in manhattan with jess.&lt;br /&gt;How is your hair? curly and cute...XD&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch TV or listen to music more? ii watch music on tv...BBBOOOOYEAH!!.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie, would you go out with your ex again? umm no...&lt;br /&gt;Did you sleep at least seven hours last night? ofcourse not. nvr do.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you called? my mommy&lt;br /&gt;What is the last movie you watched? ii no can remember....lol&lt;br /&gt;Your most recent ex shows up randomly at your house what do you say? i'd ask her whats she doin by my house and does she wanna come in.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends? last night&lt;br /&gt;If someone gave you 100 dollars, would you spend or save it?spend at hot topic.&lt;br /&gt;Would you date someone 20 years older than you? nah...&lt;br /&gt;Have you hugged anyone in the last 72 hours? yeah ii did&lt;br /&gt;What's the last thing you bought? umm my hair..cuz ii gots it done&lt;br /&gt;When's the next time you'll buy something for someone? when ii get money&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you weren't dating? yeah...lol&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed an ex after you broke up? yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed anyone on your top friends? theyre all bands...so no&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone with a gf or bf? not...but ii have kissed while ii was with sum1&lt;br /&gt;Ever made out with someone who was a really bad kisser? TT_TT yesh...&lt;br /&gt;Think back to the last person you held hands with, would you date them? umm my sister. are u kidding me??&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing after this? depends on if my bf comes or not....&lt;br /&gt;Did you go to sleep last night smiling? lmao no thats pretty gay&lt;br /&gt;Are you high? nah. ii gave up on that&lt;br /&gt;Where do you think your best friend is right now? taking a test.&lt;br /&gt;What do the majority of people in your life call you? ari, emo, sis&lt;br /&gt;Ever go camping? yeah...ii hated it&lt;br /&gt;Do you fall for people easily? yeah...&lt;br /&gt;What's your mood? sleepy...and waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What’s your name? ariella&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite thing to wear? hoodies skinny jeans and a tigh shirt.&lt;br /&gt;3. Last thing you ate? tacos...at dinnner&lt;br /&gt;4. One place you will NEVER eat at? taco bell.&lt;br /&gt;5. I say Shotgun, you say: WEDDING!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you hugged? my teddy bear charlie&lt;br /&gt;7. Does anyone you know wanna date you? yesh...quite a lot..im quite popular&lt;br /&gt;8. Would you date anyone you met online? did it once....lmao&lt;br /&gt;9. Name something you like physically about yourself: my... sexy sexy hair&lt;br /&gt;10. The last place you went out to dinner to? faan...chinese plaece by my moms job&lt;br /&gt;11. Who is your best friend? ii gots a lot...&lt;br /&gt;12. What time of the day is it? 9:35 a.m&lt;br /&gt;13. Who/What made you angry today? nobody....yet&lt;br /&gt;14. Baseball or Football? ii dnt kno...baseball cuz of david wright...hes smexxii&lt;br /&gt;15. Ever gone skinny dipping? nah im good.&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite type of Food? anything that taste damn good.&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite holiday: HALLOWEEN!!&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you download music: yesh...yesh ii do&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you care if your socks are dirty? mhmm&lt;br /&gt;20. Opinion of Chinese symbol tattoos? ha ii would get it to say f u jst for fun&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you date the person that posted this? dnt kno the person...she could be a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;22. Has anyone ever sang or played for you personally? yesh....kinda lmao&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you love anyone? with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;24. Are colored contact lenses sexy? only if they r green&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever bungee jumped? nope...&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever gone white-water rafting? nah.&lt;br /&gt;27. Has anyone ten years older than you ever hit on you? yesh its so damn nasty.&lt;br /&gt;27. How many pets do you have? one stupid turtle&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you met a real redneck? yesh...theyre funny&lt;br /&gt;30. How is the weather right now? sucks...there is snow and its raining&lt;br /&gt;31. What are you listening to right now? invader zim!!&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your current favorite song? gives you hell by all american rejects&lt;br /&gt;33. What was the last movie you watched? still dnt remember...lmao&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you wear contacts? used too&lt;br /&gt;35. Where was the last place you went besides your house? my mommy's school.&lt;br /&gt;36. What are you afraid of? clowns&lt;br /&gt;37. How many piercings have you had? 2.&lt;br /&gt;38. What piercings do you want? my lip, my tongue, my nose&lt;br /&gt;39. What's one thing you've learned this year? give sum1 ur all and they'll give it back&lt;br /&gt;40. What do you usually order from Starbucks? signiture hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever fired a gun: nah&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you missing someone? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;44. Favourite TV show? gossip girl,degrassi, and invader zim&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you have an obession with WoW? umm no..&lt;br /&gt;47. Has anyone said you look like a celebrity? nope&lt;br /&gt;47. What celeb do you look like? ur mom...TEE HEE&lt;br /&gt;48. Who would you like to see right now? my boyfriend at my door&lt;br /&gt;49. Favorite movie of all time? NIGHTMARE BEFORE XXXMAS!!&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you find yourself loved? yeah by a lot of ppl&lt;br /&gt;51. Have you ever been caught doing something you weren't suppose to? tee hee yeah&lt;br /&gt;52. Favorite smell? my bf colon&lt;br /&gt;53. Butter, plain, or salted popcorn? buttery and salty as hell please&lt;br /&gt;54. What's something that really bugs you? stupid ppl.&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you like Michael Jackson? nah&lt;br /&gt;56. Taco Bell or Burger King? BK ALL DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;57. What's your favorite perfume? my american girl one&lt;br /&gt;58. Favorite baseball team? mets..&lt;br /&gt;59. Ever call a 1-900 phone number? hell no.&lt;br /&gt;60. What's the longest time you've gone without sleep? umm a day&lt;br /&gt;61. Last time you went bowling? ii dnt kno sumtime last yr&lt;br /&gt;62. Where is the weirdest place you have slept? back of my spanish class.&lt;br /&gt;63. Who was your last phone call? my mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-3181207000922977768?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3181207000922977768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=3181207000922977768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/3181207000922977768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/3181207000922977768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/survey-cuz-im-boredlo.html' title='a survey cuz im bored..lol'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-1605905464931173962</id><published>2009-01-27T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:20:22.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHUCK NORRIS!!</title><content type='html'>so ii am the weirdest person in the world...&lt;br /&gt;and my fave thing ever are the stupid chuck norris facts...&lt;br /&gt;so you can imagine my amusement when ii saw that they had&lt;br /&gt;chuck norris facts to put on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;and ii love to now jst go on my blog to see the different stupid facts&lt;br /&gt;my mom thinks of them as retarted and pointless.&lt;br /&gt;but its jst the little bit of joy...to brighten up my day&lt;br /&gt;each time. jst seeing those puts a smile on my face,&lt;br /&gt;ii have no idea why but it works.&lt;br /&gt;ii think it might be because ii love to look at stupid stuff&lt;br /&gt;and ii laugh at almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;but these top the cake.&lt;br /&gt;and ii kno a lot of ppl who cnt stand it...ii think theyre still and have no humor...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...YAY FOR STUPID CHUCK NORRIS STUFF!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-1605905464931173962?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1605905464931173962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=1605905464931173962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/1605905464931173962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/1605905464931173962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/chuck-norris.html' title='CHUCK NORRIS!!'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-8078015558470788974</id><published>2009-01-26T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:57:39.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>l cosplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SX5XbOOQAdI/AAAAAAAAABw/7XWGWFMWbiI/s1600-h/L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295766337020232146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SX5XbOOQAdI/AAAAAAAAABw/7XWGWFMWbiI/s320/L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii &lt;33this kid. jesus he's the best cosplay of L ii have ever seen. this kid...is jst....WOW...if ii went to the anime convention and saw him ....ii would jst drool...but ii bet there would be a lot of hot guys there. but hes my favorite ii did a search of L cosplay and he came out as my favorite....HOLY CRAP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii mean how can u not jst stare at him. his eyes are amazing and he looks really hot...hes just beautiful....*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sid_arthur/2547565978/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;/a&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/615256661583189521-8078015558470788974?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8078015558470788974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=8078015558470788974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/8078015558470788974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/8078015558470788974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/l-cosplay.html' title='l cosplay'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SX5XbOOQAdI/AAAAAAAAABw/7XWGWFMWbiI/s72-c/L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-4664749671509334155</id><published>2009-01-26T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:22:34.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poppin champagne!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TNX6QeFBEYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TNX6QeFBEYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the world's coolest vid.&lt;br /&gt;this is by my favorite band all time low.&lt;br /&gt;me and sum of my friends are gonna do the dance &lt;br /&gt;thats towards the end of the video. &lt;br /&gt;this song makes me wanna dance and jump up and down...YAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-4664749671509334155?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4664749671509334155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=4664749671509334155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/4664749671509334155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/4664749671509334155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/poppin-champagne.html' title='poppin champagne!!'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-2823146418685378825</id><published>2009-01-25T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:52:53.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so ii did my hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;its a sexy sexy red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and its not the whole head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and my mom even likes it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;which is funny cuz she didnt want me to do it from the begining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and now she loves it, ii did my bangs and the underneath 1/2 of my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it looks so damn pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and since ii went to the chinese hair salon my hair is full straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and really soft. ii couldnt be happier with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;plus ii look more emo then ii did b4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;which ii didnt think was possible...but ii managed it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ofcourse im amazing like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and the good thing is ii can look scene if ii really want too....YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ii guess thats it for now...not sure what else ii could say abt my sexy sexy long hair. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-2823146418685378825?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2823146418685378825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=2823146418685378825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/2823146418685378825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/2823146418685378825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-hair.html' title='my hair...'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-7076893803574859843</id><published>2009-01-22T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:34:09.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i'll pretend that ii know you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;act like we're the best of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i'll tell you my secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and we'll make some amends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i'll help with your problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and you will help with mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;of course no matter what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;your advice i'll decline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;we'll be bitter friends....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;a friendship built on lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;but screwing with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;is not something ii advise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;so keep the fake smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and the fake laughter too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;cuz if think this is gonna last...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;well that's just not true...&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/615256661583189521-7076893803574859843?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7076893803574859843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=7076893803574859843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/7076893803574859843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/7076893803574859843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/bitter-friendship.html' title='bitter friendship'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-8893256972705212823</id><published>2009-01-21T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:08:13.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=] happiness</title><content type='html'>u kno if sum1 was to come up to me and ask me how ii felt abt my bf...ii wouldnt kno where to begin..ii mean....the way ii feel abt him...is jst amazing....knowin him for 2 years now...he knows everything abt me and ii kno everything abt him. ii kno when hes upset....and he knows when im upset. ii cnt get it past him what so ever....sure he may joke around with me and call me names...but he makes up for it...by tryint to be the best for me...the 5 months with him have been pretty great...sure we had break ups and everything....but im commiting myself and hes commiting his self too. sure people may say im to young for love.....&lt;br /&gt;but ii kno for fact ii dnt want to be with out him...sure im going to college...but im not one to stay in relationships long or really commit myself. when things get heavy ii tend to run away. or do sumthin to make the person leave me...but this time ii kno ii dnt want him to leave me....ii trust him so much that im not sure if ii would be able to trust sum1 as much as ii trust myself with him...im not ready to get married to him...god no...ii jst wanna keep what we have now...where he makes me feel the happiest ii ever felt and ii make him happy.....&lt;br /&gt;ii mean  the way he makes me feel...its jst ii dnt kno....hes the last thing ii think abt before ii go to sleep....ii sleep in his hoodie cuz it makes me feel close to him. when ever he puts his arms around me ii get butterflies. he stupid little jokes always brighten my day. when he tells me he loves me ii kno he means it more then anything. when he looks at me ii feel like the prettiest thing in the world...when he kisses me....my heart skips a beat and ii feel my breath shortin...ii love him more then ii ever loved any1 ii ever dated....im not sure what ii would do without him.....ii would kill to go to sleep and wake up in his arms. he means the world to me....and maybe even more...and its not that ii need him...ii jst dnt wanna be without him.....hes jst my better half.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-8893256972705212823?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8893256972705212823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=8893256972705212823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/8893256972705212823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/8893256972705212823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/happiness.html' title='=] happiness'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-23123547380761832</id><published>2009-01-21T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:11:34.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAWNIEKINS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;so every summer for one week ii go to the willie mae rock camp for girls....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;its like my second home and each year ii make new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;this summer...ii become friends with sum1 jst like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;her name is dawn....but ii call her dawniekins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;shes a kick ass guitar player with a sexy sexy green guitar....(that ii kinda humped at the showcase...but thats another story...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;she wasnt in my band....but she was in my band's sister band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ii gave her a joint lap dance with my drummer on her lap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;im not sure if she enjoyed it or not....ii hope she did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BUT...ii lovers dawniekins and it sucks cuz the last time ii saw her was dec. 15 the day ii went to go see fall out boy. but ii couldnt really talk to her cuz her ex gf was gettin over jealous and shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;hmm what else can ii say??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ii found out that shes had a crush on me since aug.....AND THE WHOLE TIME II THOUGHT IT WAS ON MY DRUMMER!!.....ii mean she did have a crush on her...but she liked me more....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and it was funny cuz ii kinda have a crushie on her... and she knows and ii kno she likes me. but we wont do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;but ii dnt kno what ii would do without dawniekins she makes me happeh!!&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/615256661583189521-23123547380761832?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/23123547380761832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=23123547380761832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/23123547380761832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/23123547380761832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/dawniekins.html' title='DAWNIEKINS!!'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-2795246648233043835</id><published>2009-01-21T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:18:31.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>refreshing...</title><content type='html'>you kno how there is that one person that u think u can never hate...&lt;div&gt;that person for me was my ex gf jessica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii always thought ii wouldnt have been able to hate her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but ii jst cnt help it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she said sumthin only to hurt me and she did it on purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii jst cnt for give that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the first time since we started talkin again on myspace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii can fully say ii have no feelings for jessica lauren rios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii have nothing to say to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii dnt care if her friends dnt like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii jst dnt care....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she can blame me for w/e....but it wouldnt have been like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if she hadnt screwed with me in the begining...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things would have been fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but ii really dnt give....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she can do w/e she wants...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;II GAVE UP ON HER!!&lt;/div&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/615256661583189521-2795246648233043835?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2795246648233043835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=2795246648233043835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/2795246648233043835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/2795246648233043835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/refreshing.html' title='refreshing...'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-8498117495531841086</id><published>2009-01-19T18:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:40:24.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S OFFICAL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mother nature hates emo kids....&lt;br /&gt;me and ashley have come to the conclusion of that...&lt;br /&gt;she makes it snow a shitload today...&lt;br /&gt;shes gonna make it snow tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;do u kno what snow does to emo kids...&lt;br /&gt;it screws up their perfectly straight hair....&lt;br /&gt;and make up...&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ELSE DOES AN EMO KID HAVE!!&lt;br /&gt;bad hair and bad make up=A VERY VERY SAD EMO!!&lt;br /&gt;so b/c mother nature is makin it snow...&lt;br /&gt;she hates emo kids...&lt;br /&gt;let all the emo kids around the world now...&lt;br /&gt;it isnt safe for them....&lt;br /&gt;(//_T) why does she have to pick on the emos??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-8498117495531841086?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8498117495531841086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=8498117495531841086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/8498117495531841086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/8498117495531841086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-offical.html' title='IT&apos;S OFFICAL!!'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-7794406051815555595</id><published>2009-01-19T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:22:11.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thinking</title><content type='html'>ii was doing some random thinking...and ii couldnt be happier with my life... i'm finally in a relationship that works. ii care abt him and he cares abt me. not to mention hes my longest relationship....5 months...lol may not seem like a long time..but its the first time im gonna commit myself fully. ii got into the school ii really wanted to go too...ii have a lot of great friends....but one thing that really brings me down..is thinking about my grandmothers. she died 2 years ago. and it's weird because there is a lot of things ii would have liked to share with her...ii would have told her first abt me being bi..and ii know that ii would have had her when my mom was havin problems with it. ii kno she would have wanted to meet my gf at the time. and now ii would have loved for my boyfriend to meet her. she meant the world to me...and ii dnt kno...it's cuz of her that i'm the way ii am. my sassyness, my humor, my compassion for people...is all cuz of the times ii speant with her. ii couldn't have asked for a better second mother.  but for her anyone who met her, loved her. she kept it real, didn't care who it would offend. she always cared about other people and best of all she was funny as hell....whats bettr then that.....im not sure what ii miss the most.&lt;br /&gt;-the endless hrs of shirley temple, golden girls, columbo, murder,she wrote, laura, or sala de paraja.&lt;br /&gt;-the non-stop jokes&lt;br /&gt;-her hugs&lt;br /&gt;-playing with her jewlery&lt;br /&gt;-her advice&lt;br /&gt;when ii think about it, what ii miss the most would have to be the love she gave me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-7794406051815555595?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7794406051815555595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=7794406051815555595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/7794406051815555595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/7794406051815555595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thinking.html' title='random thinking'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-7401747299066790433</id><published>2009-01-19T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:56:08.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the no name story</title><content type='html'>hallway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as ii stepped out of the library Saraphina ran up to me.&lt;br /&gt;"Vendetta...ii did it....after you left. Christy came over to me and started asking me questions. and we really hit it off...we both like a lot of the samethings. we're going out tonight. thanks for the help." She gave me a gave a hug and ii patted her back.&lt;br /&gt;"it's no problem, im happy for you. ii hope things go great tonight." ii gave her my best fake smile and turned to go to my locker. as ii started walking away ii heard her footsteps behind me.&lt;br /&gt;"Vendetta wait up..." she grabbed my hand and ii felt my heart skip."do you have science next??" ii shook my head yes and looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;"ii just have to go to my locker. the science room is down the hall over there and the fouth door on your right."&lt;br /&gt;"thanks..." ii watched her walk away and little by little the hallway emptied. before ii knew it, there was only me and one other person in the hallway. ii turned to see who..and ii felt time freeze as ii saw Alesana in the hallway. She looked at me and walked over.&lt;br /&gt;"Vendetta...long time no talk...."ii looked at her unsure of what to say...or where this was going. "that girl your with...the new one..what's up with that??"&lt;br /&gt;"you mean Saraphina??" she shook her head yes. "nothing we're friends...ii dnt kno. im jst helping her get around.... why does it bother you??"&lt;br /&gt;she looked at me...."your the one who started the whole thing...ii may have left you...but you started the fight....ii not only broke your heart...but ii broke you as person." she sighed. "it's simple." she pushed me against the locks and pushed her body against mine. "u want me..but u can't have me...and ii plan to use that against you..." she moved closed to my face and her lips were near mine. "you can try all you want to go for Saraphina....but Vee...ii will do whatever ii can to make your life miserable....ii will even take Saraphina from you...don't test me." she kissed me and ii felt her bite my lower lip."no matter what your at my command...no way i'm letting you go..." she walked away and left me there...ii turned to my locker grabbed my book and ran to class...my head wad clouded with everything that just happened. ii kno its wrong what she plans to do...but ii dnt think ii have it in me to fight her....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-7401747299066790433?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7401747299066790433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=7401747299066790433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/7401747299066790433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/7401747299066790433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-no-name-story.html' title='back to the no name story'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-4542735425054619571</id><published>2009-01-18T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:49:34.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hollywood undead....song: No5</title><content type='html'>Hollywood, We're never going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Deuce] And all the kids in the hood come on wave and shake your hands hollywood we're never going down And when you're drunk shake that ass like you know how to dance hollywood we're never going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1: Charlie Scene] Start gettin loud, I wanna party now If you hate on undead that's a party foul I only drink Mickey's, I can't afford the can I drink so much they call me Charlie forty hands If the keg is tapped and you're gettin capped take your girl to the sack and we'll take a nap Ladies drink em fast so I can have a blast you got your beer gogs on and I'm gettin ass like "Oh my god is that Charlie Scene?" Lady show me your treats like it's halloween You got a fake i.d. and you're seventeen I'm a complete catastrophy buzzing around you like a bumble bee So let's take some shots! do a beer run and flip off a cop! Girl's give me props when they're on my jock! Paris Hilton said that's hot when she saw my cock! That's hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Deuce]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2: Johnny 3 Tears] I'm about to serve it up for all you party goers! Scene kids, meat head, alchi's, stoners! Dancin around like a bunch of faggots funnier then fuck you can ask Bob Saget! I never claimed that I knew how to dance but I'll get drunk, get high, then pull down my pants So fuck five bucks just fill up my cup don't kiss me bitch you just threw up. Now drunk as fuck about to pass out destination your mothers couch "Dude is it true you screwed my mom?" Fuck yeah bro that pussy was bomb. So I'm hoppin, jumpin, sippin, and skippin! It's nights like these that we all love livin! So take out your hands and throw the H.U. up now wave it around like you don't give a fuck! Check please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Deuce]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3: Funny Man] Can't stop won't stop Charlie make the booty drop! Can't stop won't stop Johnny make the booty drop! Can't stop won't stop J make the booty drop! Can't stop won't stop Peters make the booty drop! Can't stop won't stop Kurlzz make the booty drop! Can't stop won't stop Funny make the booty drop! Can't stop won't stop let me see the panties drop Deuce's on the dance floor let me see your booty pop! Grab your drink, get on the floor! Grab your drink, and get on the floor! Let's dance in the hood shake that ass Hollywood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Deuce]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-4542735425054619571?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4542735425054619571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=4542735425054619571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/4542735425054619571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/4542735425054619571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/hollywood-undeadsong-no5.html' title='hollywood undead....song: No5'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-2491283616629472801</id><published>2009-01-18T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:35:55.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sister the aminal lover...and yesh ii meant aminal..</title><content type='html'>so since it snowed...&lt;br /&gt;we have had a little fun at my house.&lt;br /&gt;animal tracks have showed up around my house...&lt;br /&gt;we have cats, squirrels and a mysterious one.&lt;br /&gt;at first we thought that the possum from last winter had come back to our house.&lt;br /&gt;but after a look at this website called bear-track.com...we realized it wasnt...&lt;br /&gt;after my sister thought it was...&lt;br /&gt;-bobcat...&lt;br /&gt;-lynx&lt;br /&gt;-badger&lt;br /&gt;-black bear&lt;br /&gt;-moutian lion&lt;br /&gt;-dog&lt;br /&gt;-cat&lt;br /&gt;-river otter&lt;br /&gt;-gray fox&lt;br /&gt;-wolf...&lt;br /&gt;the list foes on and on..but finally....we realized that we might have bunny on our hands...wth a bunny is doin roamin the streets of brooklyn is amazing....but we really still have no clue what the hell it is...if their is more then one... and ii guess only time will tell what it is...but the problem is the little bugger runs around either at dusk...or early early in the moring when no one in my house is around...so its like..we have no way to see it...oh wells...its funny to see my sister look at tracks online and see what they are...lol...gets her off my back somtimes. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-2491283616629472801?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2491283616629472801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=2491283616629472801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/2491283616629472801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/2491283616629472801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-sister-aminal-loverand-yesh-ii-meant.html' title='my sister the aminal lover...and yesh ii meant aminal..'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-980455690230938189</id><published>2009-01-18T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:58:01.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still no idea for a name....</title><content type='html'>Library...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii looked up at the clock and saw that ii still had 45 minutes left for lunch...this gave me time to do whatever work ii needed too. ii opened my email and saw ii had one from Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey sweets,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ii miss seeing you!! *tear tear* hows skool?? anything new??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyone new?? incase your wondering ii found the perfect person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his name is Jack and my mom loves him. shes finally fine that im gay...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;took her long enough. 6 1/2 months to be exact. but we all cnt be perfect can we??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im trying to come visit as soon as ii can...but ii can't find a job and money is tight round my house. not too mention my dad is still being a dick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;him and my mom fight almost everynight now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ii have a feeling that it's gonna be over soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when that happens. i'm coming to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so you better be stock with all sorts of candy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but please write back as soon as you can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alexander xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ii read the email a couple of times before ii could think of an answer. ii kno if ii told Alex about Saraphina ii wouldn't hear the end of it. but it was a risk ii had to take. ii opened up a new message and started to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello gay buddy of mine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;long time no talk. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ii miss hearing ur sassy back talking in class.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing is new...school is just as boring as ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but there us a new student...shes like an uber goth...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and really hot...her name is Saraphina and i'm working on a english project with her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ii kno what your thinking...and no ii haven't told her that i'm a lesbian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not really sure if ii should. ii mean what happened to me and Aiden still burns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ii mean its my first day of school and this hot girl is all ii can think of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but ii screwed up my chance with her anyways. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she asked about Christy Joyce...and ii was with her until...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;her and Christy had a moment and ii jst left Saraphina in the cafe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Saraphina asked all about Christy...so that's out the window.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ii kno your gonna be mad when you read..but ii dnt kno...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ii whimped out....my bad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways. ur more then welcomed to my house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you remember what my mom said about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alex dear..your welcomed here anytime...i'll be your mom if you need one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you kno ii will always love you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so there won't be a problem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;write back soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love you too,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vendetta...XOXO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-980455690230938189?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/980455690230938189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=980455690230938189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/980455690230938189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/980455690230938189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-no-idea-for-name.html' title='still no idea for a name....'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-6409729184769852578</id><published>2009-01-16T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:02:41.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...it still needs a name...</title><content type='html'>the lunch table....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as me and Saraphina walked to the lunchtable ii felt "her" eyes follow me. it burned a hole in the back of my head...ii turned to look and out eyes met for a minute...ii could see the pain and ii dropped my gaze. Saraphina looked at me and sat down with her food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whats up with that??" she pointed to "her"....."who's she??". ii looked at Saraphina not sure how to answer her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the 'she' your referring too..is someone ii used to be bestfriends with..we have a problem abt 3 weeks ago...ii stood home for about 2 weeks and now i'm back...and that's when you came in...her name is Alesana...." ii felt the tears about to start..ii couldn't tell her just yet....it's too soon. and it still hurts very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so she meant a lot to you huh?" ii looked at her and shook my head yes...she started playing with her food. "ii think their is more then your letting on...but ii won't push you. ii guess when you trust me enough you'll tell me...until then i'll just drop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thanks" ii muttered...she shook her head yes and started looking around the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;"so since i'm here...can you tell me about some of the people here??" ii looked around the room.&lt;br /&gt;"who do you wanna kno about Saraphina??"&lt;br /&gt;she looked around and nodded to this girl..."ii wanna kno about her....everything you know...."&lt;br /&gt;ii turned and looked at the girl and ii felt my jaw drop. ii turned to see one of the hottest girls in school...besides Alesana.&lt;br /&gt;"well Saraphina...that 'her' is named Christy Joyce, she's a senior like us. She's Bi ii believe...ii don't remember anyone. She has never been in a relationship for more then 2 months...guys want her, girls want her. girls want to be her, and she's not the head of the cheerleaders but just as popular as her.umm what else...when she see what she wants she will go for it no matter what...even if they're taken and then she'll leave them in a heart beat. she just chews people up and then spits them out...but other then that she's really hot and easy. and when she's drunk it's even worse." ii saw a twinkle in Saraphina's eyes as ii told her about Christy and ii knew that ii might have messed up my chance with Saraphina. ii bit my lip and looked at Saraphina.&lt;br /&gt;" so she's not dating anyone...ii could really try my chance with her...."ii looked over at Christy and realized that she was checking Saraphina out.&lt;br /&gt;ii sighed and looked at Saraphina..."if you want to call her over..do it...ii have work to do i'll talk to you later.." ii turned and saw Christy walking towards Saraphina. Saraphina waved bye to me and ii walked out. why can't anything work for me....ii sighed and started walking to the library.&lt;br /&gt;ii have being me sumtimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-6409729184769852578?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6409729184769852578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=6409729184769852578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6409729184769852578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6409729184769852578'/><link rel='alternate' 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but u were already this way b4 u met me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;u said ii fuked u over and whatever else u think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what about the times u skated around my feelings like an ice skating rink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so go on and say this and that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but in the end its all ur fault..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and thats a fact...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so give it all ur might to make me feel bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but in the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;u'll be the only one whos sad....&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/615256661583189521-5411534164162073841?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5411534164162073841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=5411534164162073841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/5411534164162073841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/5411534164162073841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm-how-about-poem.html' title='hmm how about a poem....'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-7175193741805941289</id><published>2009-01-15T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:17:15.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem...from oct....lmao</title><content type='html'>when ii reached the top of the moutain...&lt;br /&gt;ii let out a heart filled scream...&lt;br /&gt;jst to tell the world&lt;br /&gt;all the things you did to me....&lt;br /&gt;your lying, your cheating..&lt;br /&gt;your broken promises,&lt;br /&gt;all the problems you did created&lt;br /&gt;and nothing ii did...&lt;br /&gt;ii gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;and ii got nothing in return...&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you baby,&lt;br /&gt;lesson learned...&lt;br /&gt;i'm on this moutain&lt;br /&gt;to forget all these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;of you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna run away from&lt;br /&gt;those horrible thing you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-7175193741805941289?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7175193741805941289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-3850542911732279144</id><published>2009-01-15T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:04:32.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my story still needs a name....lol</title><content type='html'>lunch time...&lt;br /&gt;when me and Saraphina made it to the doors of the lunchroom. ii felt the need to turn around ii knew "she" would be in there. ii felt a tug on my heart as the flood of memories can back. Saraphina noticed my hesitation to go inside...&lt;br /&gt;"umm vendetta are you coming or not??" ii took a deep breath and really thought if going in would be a really good idea.&lt;br /&gt;"umm ii dnt kno Saraphina...ii have..umm...sumthin...ii need to ermm...do..."ii stuttered...she gave me a funny and sighed....&lt;br /&gt;"ii understand.." she paused and looked me in the eyes...ii felt my heart stop...."you dnt want to be seen with the freaky new girl right?...the girl that everyone will stare at the new....FREAK.." damn it...ii really screwed up my chance with her....why can't ii do shit right....&lt;br /&gt;"it's not that at all...ii really jst needed to get some research done. ii really don't have anything against you. ii happen to think your a pretty cool person..."&lt;br /&gt;she looked at me and thought abt what ii said....she smiled at me and grabbed my arm and dragged me into the lunchroom..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-3850542911732279144?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3850542911732279144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=3850542911732279144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/3850542911732279144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/3850542911732279144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-story-still-needs-namelol.html' title='my story still needs a name....lol'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-8155353916377827335</id><published>2009-01-14T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:09:05.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my story...it need a name....lol</title><content type='html'>period two... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii walked to my english class and saw Saraphina sitting in the seat next to mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii felt my heart race as ii walked towards her seat. she didn't say anything as ii took a seat next to her. my english teacher Ms. Gaskarth came over and started talking to Saraphina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"we started a unit on creative writing. We're doing a partner based one. All but one person has a partner and that's because she just came back from being sick." ii felt my heart stop...ii think my teacher is trying to kill me. "Vendetta would you mind working with our new student?" She gave me the teacher look and ii knew ii didn't have choice. my throat was dry so ii swallowed and took a deep breath. "no....ii dont...it's umm fine Ms. Gaskarth." She shook her head yes and walked away. ii turned to Saraphina and ii felt my heart flutter. ii recovered and went to open my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"umm Vendetta before you say anything i'm going to be frank with you...ii don't want to be here. ii don't want to work with anyone. ii have nothing against you, but i'm just not a people person." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Saraphina..ii-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"oh just so you know...i'm a lesbian....most people run from me when they find out...so go ahead be like everyone else....ii know now you want to change partners."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"can you just let me speak??" she gave me a look but said nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i'm not just some stupid person that's gonna judge you because your different. i'll stay partners with you for this. but after your free to do what you want unless you want to talk to Ms. Gaskarth and see if you can work by yourself." she looked at me and thought about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" ii guess ii could work with you...for this project. it's not going to kill me...ii guess..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"fine... so what type of story do you want to write...or do you want it to be poems or songs??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"story might work out...let's brainstorm." she patted my wrist and started writing. ii felt my heart skip again and my breath left me. ii put my head on my desk and sighed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"are you alright Vendetta??" ii shook my head yes and ii felt her put her hand on my back...ii felt shivers down my back...5 minutes later it was time for lunch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"vendetta...do you have lunch now??" ii shook my head yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"well umm do you mind if ii sit with you??" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"no you can come ii don't sit with anyone anyways." she looked at me but didn't ask any questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-8155353916377827335?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8155353916377827335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=8155353916377827335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/8155353916377827335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/8155353916377827335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-storyit-need-namelol.html' title='my story...it need a name....lol'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-6213578743851282266</id><published>2009-01-13T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:43:14.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hm...a story</title><content type='html'>so for creative writing ii decided to write a story...i'ma do it on here and then jst transfor it to paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Period...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii looked up at the celing of my highschool. it's always the same. it's always the same ugly piss yellow tiles. ii sighed and put my head back down on the desk. it's always the same thing. ii looked at my teacher Mr. McKay and he looked like he didn't wanna be there as much ii didn't. we heard a quiet knock on the door and we all looked as Mrs. Roslin walked in with mysterious girl behind her. Mrs. Roslin whispered something into Mr. McKay's and then left the girl. Mr. Mckay cleared his throat. "Class ii would like to introduce to you a new student her name is Saraphina and she just moved here from Las Vegas. Please welcome her with open arms and welcome her here to our little town of LakeWood." Mr. McKay looked around and spotted a seat next to me. "Saraphina can you please take a seat. There is one near Vendetta."&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me. "Vendetta can you please raise your hand." ii raised my hand&lt;br /&gt;and watched her walked towards me. ii studied her...she was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;she had this blue/black raven hair. her hazel eyes danced in the fluorescent lighting.&lt;br /&gt;her pale skin looked amazing compared to the piss colored walls...&lt;br /&gt;ii flashed her a smile as she sat down next me to me. she looked down and started writing in her notebook. five minutes later the bell rang and she ran out the class. ii sighed..some people can be so strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-6213578743851282266?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6213578743851282266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=6213578743851282266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6213578743851282266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6213578743851282266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/hma-story.html' title='hm...a story'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-5028152565630114803</id><published>2009-01-13T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:28:51.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWKWARD MOMENT!!</title><content type='html'>so today was like  the worst day ever.&lt;br /&gt;of all days....&lt;br /&gt;of all friggen days to have a turtle moment...&lt;br /&gt;made me wanna crawl under a rock...&lt;br /&gt;ii felt my knees buckle&lt;br /&gt;and my heart began to race.....&lt;br /&gt;ii had to grab on my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;to keep from falling down....&lt;br /&gt;but let me tell you what happened...&lt;br /&gt;ii was with my bf cuz he came with me today&lt;br /&gt;and my mom was late to come get us...&lt;br /&gt;and me, him and my sister were together was their&lt;br /&gt;and we saw my ex gf with her new gf....&lt;br /&gt;and my ex gf still has feelings for me...&lt;br /&gt;and she hates my bf...&lt;br /&gt;and it was just so damn bad...&lt;br /&gt;and the ting is ii had a feeling ii was gonna see her&lt;br /&gt;just look at what happened....&lt;br /&gt;ii jst hope it never happens again....&lt;br /&gt;it was too much for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-5028152565630114803?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5028152565630114803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=5028152565630114803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/5028152565630114803'/><link rel='self' 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wanted&lt;br /&gt;and it made me wanna sing along...and the thing is we do this every morning&lt;br /&gt;he'll play paramore songs and i'll sing&lt;br /&gt;today ii ended up singing to caro and she it was funny cuz she was just standing there taking it.&lt;br /&gt;there wasnt much else she could do unless she was gonna walk away.&lt;br /&gt;but she didnt and ii sang&lt;br /&gt;-misery business&lt;br /&gt;-decode&lt;br /&gt;-crushcrushcrush&lt;br /&gt;-pressure&lt;br /&gt;and finally&lt;br /&gt;-emergency&lt;br /&gt;which is what ii sang to caro and she lovered it.&lt;br /&gt;its a great way to start off the morning lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-6927489099312377730?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6927489099312377730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=6927489099312377730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6927489099312377730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6927489099312377730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/paramore-morning.html' title='a paramore morning'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-7020167989798721134</id><published>2009-01-12T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:21:48.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>part of my fave songs by all time low</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;meet me on thames Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i'll take you though i'm hardly worth your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;in the cold you look so fierce but i'm warm enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;because the tensions like a fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;we'll hit south broadway in a matter of minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and like a bad movie, i'll drop a line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;fall in the grave i've i've been diggin myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but there's room for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;six feet under the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-Six feet under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i've got no place in my heart for a criminal like you to dwell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;in this endeavor, make this last forever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'm just delirious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you can't be serious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you're so infamous for leaving me a mess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-The girl's a straight up hustler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;take a breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;don't it sound so easy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;never had a doubt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;now i'm going crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;watching from the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;take a breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;and let the rest come easy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;never settle down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;cuz the cash flow leaves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;always wanting more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;-Dear Maria, Count me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you've got me poppin' champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'm at it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;caught up in the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but not in the right way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'm falling in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tearing up a the seams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we're aiming to please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and aesthetics don't hurt one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-Poppin Champagne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;stay awake, get a grip and get out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you're safe from the weight of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;just take a second to set things straight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'll be fine even though i'm not always right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i can count on the sun to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dedication takes a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but dreams only last for the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-Stay Awake(dreams only last for the night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/615256661583189521-7020167989798721134?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7020167989798721134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=7020167989798721134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/7020167989798721134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/7020167989798721134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/remembering-sunday.html' title='part of my fave songs by all time low'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-2070286761181947793</id><published>2009-01-11T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:26:40.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my football sunday...</title><content type='html'>sitting in my living room...&lt;br /&gt;my dad watchin the football game...&lt;br /&gt;is it me...or is the t.v gettin louder...&lt;br /&gt;the roar of the ppl at the stadium...&lt;br /&gt;my mom is upstairs sick...&lt;br /&gt;the surround sound is off...&lt;br /&gt;and its all from the tv...&lt;br /&gt;the yelling and screaming....&lt;br /&gt;the blowin of the whistle....&lt;br /&gt;ii turn to look at my dad...&lt;br /&gt;and he lowers the volume and ask...&lt;br /&gt;"is this better for you?"&lt;br /&gt;ii give him the look and he picks it up again.....&lt;br /&gt;its the samething every sunday....&lt;br /&gt;football....football...football&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-2070286761181947793?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2070286761181947793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=2070286761181947793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/2070286761181947793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/2070286761181947793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-football-sunday.html' title='my football sunday...'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-7874855027828782820</id><published>2009-01-10T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:57:33.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my fave fall out boy song from folie a duex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;If home is where the heart is then we're all just fuckedI can't rememberI can't rememberAnd I want it so bad I'd shoot the sunshine into my veinsI can't rememberThe good old daysAnd it's kind of funnyThe way we're wearing anchors on our shirtsWhen being anchored or bored just feels like a curseMy mind is a safeAnd if I keep it in we all get richMy body is an orphanageWe take everyone inDoing lines of dust and sweat off last night's stageJust to feel like youMilligrams in my headBurning tobacco in my wind chasing the directionChasing the direction you wentYou're a bottled starThe planets alignYou're just like MarsYou shine in the skyYou shine in the skyAre all the good times getting gone?They come and go and go and come and go (come and go and come and go)Oh yeah I've got a lot of friends who are starsBut some are just black holesMy mind is a safeAnd if I keep it in we all get richMy body is an orphanageWe take everyone inDoing lines of dust and sweat off last night's stageJust to feel like youAnd it's kind of funnyThe way we're wearing anchors on our shirtsWhen being anchored or bored just feels like a curseMy mind is a safeAnd if I keep it in we all get richMy body is an orphanageWe take everyone inDoing lines of dust and sweat off last night's stageJust to feel like youIf home is where the heart is then we're all just fucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;the song is called 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-7874855027828782820?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-7304499628420987419</id><published>2009-01-10T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:26:10.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG ITS 2009!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;yeah ii kno im late...but i've been busy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;it's 09 and ii really dnt care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ii wrote a poem about it too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;its one thats not niice but true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello drama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello tears &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello bullshit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the up and coming year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone claims&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm changing this and that,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's a damn lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we all know that for a fact.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's all gonna be the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on ones gonna be new.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's all empty lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we all have a clue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so go on say your different &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say your better then the old you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the end sweetie,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we all know that shit ain't true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/615256661583189521-7304499628420987419?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7304499628420987419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=7304499628420987419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/7304499628420987419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/7304499628420987419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-its-2009.html' title='OMG ITS 2009!!!'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-2922610215352757159</id><published>2008-12-15T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:12:52.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fall out boy and a poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b223/BlackHeaRt90/FallOutBoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 391px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b223/BlackHeaRt90/FallOutBoy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so today is a fall out by concert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but not jst any type of concert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a free one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and ii kno for a fact it gonna be awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;its gonna be od niice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cuz its  gonna be up close and personal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;not like most concerts where there is like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;20 million thousand ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and there wont be as many body guards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so ii have to hope and pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;POEM TIME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to get to see fall out boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;would make me do a dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to go and rock out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;with a once in a life time chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hear pete play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and watch patrick sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;joe rock his guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and andy do his thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;rock out in manhattan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and just jumping around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;do nothing but enjoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the acoustic fall out boy sound.&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/615256661583189521-2922610215352757159?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2922610215352757159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=2922610215352757159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/2922610215352757159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/2922610215352757159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2008/12/fall-out-boy-and-poem.html' title='fall out boy and a poem'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-6574550162784958928</id><published>2008-12-11T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:20:21.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAY MARRIAGE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2005/01/30/gay_march1_wideweb__430x334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 430px; height: 334px;" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2005/01/30/gay_march1_wideweb__430x334.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so in class ii get to learn abt sumthing that means a lot to me. gay rights and the whole gay marriage issue. as of now gay arent allowed to get married thanks to a little thing Prop 8. It's amazing what the people for prop 8 pull out of there butts. They use the children sayin that its not right to teach children that 2 ppl of the same sex loving eachother is right. ii managed to find 2 web pages one against prop. 8 and the other against it. ii oculdnt believe how different each one was.  For me it was an eye opener how ignorant some people can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Last night I saw the funniest and most true video ever. It was called prop 8 the musical and it had a bunch of stars that are against prop 8 and showing just how ignorant the government can be. ii say that part that was the most true had to be when jack black came out as jesus and told the government that they can't use the bible as a way to stop gay marriage because they created a law against putting religion and state together. all together that video really was a great overview of what they're trying to do in cali. and whats goin on with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-6574550162784958928?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6574550162784958928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=6574550162784958928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6574550162784958928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6574550162784958928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2008/12/gay-marriage.html' title='GAY MARRIAGE!!'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-6565913937363990975</id><published>2008-11-26T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:47:48.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIKU IS AMAZING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.finalfantasyworld.co.uk/khextreme/kh2/images/artwork/KH2_Artwork_Riku3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.finalfantasyworld.co.uk/khextreme/kh2/images/artwork/KH2_Artwork_Riku3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.finalfantasyworld.co.uk/khextreme/kh2/images/artwork/KH2_Artwork_Riku3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.finalfantasyworld.co.uk/khextreme/kh2/images/artwork/KH2_Artwork_Riku3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii am no longer sick....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii cnt believe it. ii am so damn happy. ii did nothing but play kingdom heart and watching movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats my main squeeze from kingdom hearts. his name is riku. if he was a real person my boyfriend would be totally assed out. ii would leave him in a heartbeat for him. He's tall, myserious, and jst all around sexy. hes the main reason ii play kingdom hearts. jst so that ii can get a look at him. ii mean sure ii get so mad that ii want to throw my game controler at the tv screen. but riku makes up for it....dnt u think??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii mean ii had no idea video game characters can jst be ssssssooooo damn sexy.....*sigh* if ii saw him in person im not sure what ii would do. or if ii saw sum hot guy cos-playing him....HOLY CRAP!! ii would jump on him....but ii havent found a hot cos-play of riku....its so sad......=[ but oh wells &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/615256661583189521-6565913937363990975?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6565913937363990975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=6565913937363990975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6565913937363990975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6565913937363990975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2008/11/riku-is-amazing.html' title='RIKU IS AMAZING!!'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-4063406965276601058</id><published>2008-11-24T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:39:59.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rsportscars.com/eng/articles/images01/911turbo_30th_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 468px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://www.rsportscars.com/eng/articles/images01/911turbo_30th_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the car ii want....in this color....this is my new baby....it's a porchse 911 turbo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the same car alice from twilight has....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ii want this so bad...it goes so damn fast...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this car is jst SEXY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii plan on gettin this once im out of college. ii will do anything ii need to do to get this...ii jst could nvr believe cars could be this sexy. its jst amazing. ii nvr really care much about cars but when i say this i could help but want this car so bad. when ii read abt it in the book ii was like that sounds sexy. and then ii saw the pic and ii fell to the floor cuz of how sexy it is. even was dad was amazed that ii would like a car like this. and he looked at me and was like damn....thats pretty awesome. ii really jst hope that ii do get this car. it will make me a happy panda....ii jst cnt believe how much ii love this car.....makes me smile everytime ii see it....first car that can ever make me do this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aaaahhhh!!! so hot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-4063406965276601058?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4063406965276601058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=4063406965276601058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/4063406965276601058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/4063406965276601058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-baby.html' title='my baby!!'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-5127616725613736883</id><published>2008-11-23T05:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T05:51:44.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>invisible cheerleader</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be ur invisble cheerleader,&lt;br /&gt;pretending to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;the person that will always&lt;br /&gt;be there till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;hiding on the sidelines,&lt;br /&gt;blending in with the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;not showing my emotions,&lt;br /&gt;cuz thats not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;to them ii dnt exsit,&lt;br /&gt;yet to u im everything&lt;br /&gt;truth of the matter is....&lt;br /&gt;i'll be ur anything.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be ur invisble cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;and i'll give it my best,&lt;br /&gt;jst to try....&lt;br /&gt;and stand out from the rest&lt;br /&gt;ii wont admit&lt;br /&gt;how much it bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;for no one to witness&lt;br /&gt;what ii see...&lt;br /&gt;ii kno u tell me otherwise..&lt;br /&gt;but however....&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes ii think&lt;br /&gt;it'll be this way forever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-5127616725613736883?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5127616725613736883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=5127616725613736883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/5127616725613736883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/5127616725613736883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2008/11/invisible-cheerleader.html' title='invisible cheerleader'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-620001933579048850</id><published>2008-11-17T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:20:33.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight fever!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;so twilight is coming out this friday and im jst so damn happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;the book is jst so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;but im getting mad because every damn quiz ii take about the book ii get bella who is the one character ii wish would die. ii cnt stand her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;but atleast it means ii get my edward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;ii think everyone should read twilight those books are jst amazing and u grow attached to the damn characters. and u learn to hate sum...like jacob black...and love sum like edward cullen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;all ii have to say is team edward all the way!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;and on top of that the guy that plays edward is sexy and jst amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;god ii love him so so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;and he makes me happy to be a brunnette jst cuz he's so damn hot....and hes the only sweetheart and he truley loves bella....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;yay!! but 4 more days till it comes out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-620001933579048850?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-6192038125554849048</id><published>2008-10-22T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:04:57.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.A.T Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;ok so today ii had my s.a.t. class today and it's in my mom's school with the kids that go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;so there is this gay kid named brandon and he is such flaming homo...ii cnt think of another way to put it. so he calls this girl allah the name tiffany and so he told this story to our s.a.t teacher about how she got her name. but ii wasnt listening so ii didnt hear his story. but then allah got mad at him and was like "hey did you guys hear the story about my imaginary friend named brandon." so we started laughin and then brandon looked at her and said "oh hell yeah ii remember him, ii bagged him in about 2 seconds, he looked damn good." we all look at brandon and started laughin at him. even our teacher looked at him and started laughing. after that everyone was crackin jokes and we almost got kickd out of the room because we didn't know how to act. but nothing was as funny as brandon being gaytastic. after that class kind of got boring except when this girl jackie made fun of this girl fong and kept callin her stupid everytime she tried to read and when fong stopped jackie was like what the hell why arent you reading. and it was funny cuz fong kept getting mad. class is always like this, we don't get any work done sumtimes because we play around a lot. it jst makes class more interesting...atleast to me it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-6192038125554849048?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6192038125554849048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=6192038125554849048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6192038125554849048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6192038125554849048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2008/10/sat-class.html' title='S.A.T Class'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-1525568107211428147</id><published>2008-10-20T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:41:49.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty little secrets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm dating someone in the school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not fully over my ex girlfriend...as much as I pretend to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm more fragile then ppl take me to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm more scared of living life then being alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hide things so that people think I'm always ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I never really tell the truth about how I feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate the fact I have to hide my relationship at school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Things at home couldn't be worse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't feel like I deserve the perfect relationship...yet I have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't stand my mom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The reason I want to be far away for college is so that I can be away from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't trust people as much as I should....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I lied my way through therapy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-1525568107211428147?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1525568107211428147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=1525568107211428147' title='0 Comments'/><link 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fun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;So today is just like any other Sunday, I wake up and have to go see my sister play soccer with her team the blue demons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;I thought it was just going to be like the other games, we're loud and proud and cheer our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;team on. Today was one of the funniest games ever. So one of the parents of the other team had on these tight pants it's the ones that have the buttons down the side and can come off easy. I was sitting down minding on own business when my mom calls me over and that her and a parent of one of the other kids on my sister's team have come to the conclusion that the guy has on a g-string. So I go and look at him and I started laughing. One of the other parents said he has on panties, I looked at him and I was like mom it's party boy. (for those or you who don't know party boy is a guy off of jackass who wears the same pants and when he feel like it rips them off and dances on people.) So we were sitting there at the side lines and then we were talking about how the goalie for the other team is really good. And it turned out the goalie was party boy's son. So I told my mom the only reason the kid was good was because party boy told him if he didn't play well he was gonna get danced on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;I had never had so much fun as I did today. My mom, the other parents and I just sat their making fun of whoever we could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Then to make it all better my sister team won. The score was One to Zero so not only did I end up laughing while freezing my buns off. My sister's team worked hard and was able to beat this team...for the second time. We were so proud of them. But that was a great way to start off my day.I couldn't ask for a better morning. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-5492353359492172106?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5492353359492172106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=5492353359492172106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/5492353359492172106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/5492353359492172106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2008/10/early-morning-fun.html' title='early morning fun!!'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-162168795670959887</id><published>2008-10-16T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:56:00.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my plans after school.</title><content type='html'>school has only been going on for a month and i wish it was almost over already.....&lt;br /&gt;i really do like school and all but i can't wait till school is over...i am sick of all the b.s.&lt;br /&gt;of living at home. i just want to get away and be able to live my own life the way i want to and how i plan on it. no how my mom or my dad want me to. but me. that's the main thing i really want is to just be able to be me, and not worry about what my mom is gonna think.&lt;br /&gt;so my first order of business when i get to college is to get my lip pierced. my mom hates it and i want it. so that what i shall do.&lt;br /&gt;then my next order of business would be to dye my hair red and purple...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure what to do next, but those are the 2 i really want to do.&lt;br /&gt;as i get closer and closer to leaving my house i shall think of more&lt;br /&gt;and post them up here. only because knowning me i would just forget them all&lt;br /&gt;and would be very sad.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's it for now. WHHOOO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-162168795670959887?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/162168795670959887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=162168795670959887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/162168795670959887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/162168795670959887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-plans-after-school.html' title='my plans after school.'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-1814625822858395573</id><published>2008-10-16T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:15:18.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ariella is my name....drama is my game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;what would you do if.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;someone told you that one of your friends bought you a gold ring that had imataion diamonds in it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;how do you deal if you had no idea that this person liked you this much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;possibly even loved you and you never meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;what do you do when you find out this person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;does nothing but talk about to your friend who got you two talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and tell people how much they love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and talk about you all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;how do you handle something like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;that they call you wife, not wifey and call you boo all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;even though they know you have a boyfriend you care a lot about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i really have no idea what to do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't want to hurt this person what so ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;but i can't take the ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and i think he got it for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;for my birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i swear my life can be like a soap opera sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i really had no idea someone can have as many problems as i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i find it so amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;but if anyone can help me please let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i am totally clueless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-1814625822858395573?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1814625822858395573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=1814625822858395573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/1814625822858395573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/1814625822858395573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2008/10/ariella-is-my-namedrama-is-my-game.html' title='ariella is my name....drama is my game...'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-1072540654855881753</id><published>2008-10-15T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:25:34.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The night I became my halloween costume....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I had so much fun with this in class that I just wanted to continue it.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night I became my halloween costume, I was waking up from my slumber it was twilight outside. I blinked my copper/red eyes and looked around my room. I walked out the door and let the night cloak me as I stuck to the shadows as I walked around the cool winter night. I saw something flicker in the shadows and I turned to see a dog looking at me. I bared my teeth and saw him run back where he came from his black tail between his legs. I turned back around and continued on my way. My white marble skin was shinning in the moonlight. As I turned the corner I heard the familur sound of a human heartbeat. The same one two one two beat. The one sound that can bring me to my knees. I turned and saw a boy around the age of 17. He looked at me and said nothing. I turned and walked away to avoid any confrontation. I ran into the shadows and looked up at the sky and continued to enjoy the night that was in front of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-1072540654855881753?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1072540654855881753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=1072540654855881753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/1072540654855881753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/1072540654855881753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2008/10/night-i-became-my-halloween-costume.html' title='The night I became my halloween costume....'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-2773003601146685346</id><published>2008-10-15T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:07:56.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INVADER ZIM!!</title><content type='html'>Do you have that one T.V. show that you never get sick of,&lt;br /&gt;that no matter what time of day it is. Everytime you put it on you get a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;That show for me is Invader Zim, no matter what type of mood I'm in this show can make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Invader Zim used to be on Nick until it got cut off.&lt;br /&gt;The show is about an alien named Zim who was sent to take over earth,&lt;br /&gt;and has the help of his robot Gir. Who is insanely stupid and funny.&lt;br /&gt;While Zim is on earth one of the human a wanna-be paranormal investigator named Dib.&lt;br /&gt;The whole show is Zim trying to take over the world, while not getting noticed and while&lt;br /&gt;Dib is trying to get hin noticed.&lt;br /&gt;My mom doesn't get the show at all yet me my dad and my sister get it and&lt;br /&gt;we sit laughing at Gir while he sings the doom song and talks about how he must obey the&lt;br /&gt;Krazy Taco Man. I would tell someone to watch this only if they love shows that make no sense&lt;br /&gt;and are really stupid. If you're a deep thinker I WILL WARN YOU NOW THIS SHOW ISN'T FOR YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;But I mean just search Gir on youtube and you will see what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-2773003601146685346?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2773003601146685346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=2773003601146685346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/2773003601146685346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/2773003601146685346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2008/10/invader-zim.html' title='INVADER ZIM!!'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-6111702185906169474</id><published>2008-10-08T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:42:33.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I SAW A LITTLE BIRDY!! =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I saw a little birdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;sitting by a tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I saw a little birdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;and he hopped up on my knee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I saw a little birdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;and I wondered what it could be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;But before I got the chance it took a crap on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Hurray for stupid poems and this took me no more then 5 mins. People say I have a knack for writing poems. I love to do it. I will have more coming soon yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-6111702185906169474?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6111702185906169474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=6111702185906169474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6111702185906169474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6111702185906169474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-saw-little-birdy.html' title='I SAW A LITTLE BIRDY!! =]'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-5719241229563454379</id><published>2008-10-07T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:59:55.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my day =]</title><content type='html'>Today wasn't much of a day. I mean I did confront someone I don't like and told her how I really feel. Yet I'm not done. But that's another story. I chose one of the worst days to dress girlie. I ended up running into my ex girlfriend today who has never seen my girlie day. And OMG she was in her glory day. I think it shocked her to see me not dressed in all black. When we were going out she never saw me on my girlie days. And it bugged the hell out of her. So she wanted to mark the day that she saw me looking like it and she wanted a picture of me but because I refused to do it she came with me to my mom's job because she lived across the street. So we were hanging out. I had my new id and she hasn't seen it and she wanted it. We ended up fighting in the street. She has Monster (the energy drink) and something happened and she ended up on the floor. I was laughing my little sister was laughing and her brother who was with us was laughing really hard. I felt so bad so I let her see my id. It made my day, and so pretty much that was my day. That and I scarred a freshmen for life today. I will not say how but it was pretty simple. I couldn't stop laughing. So I guess today was a good day for me. Way better then yesterday. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-5719241229563454379?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5719241229563454379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=5719241229563454379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/5719241229563454379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/5719241229563454379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-day.html' title='my day =]'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-6685889376424966798</id><published>2008-10-06T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:51:50.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends and dating....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;When someone tells you don't date your best friend. You should listen to them. I learned it the hard way. It will only work if you plan on staying with the person forever, or at least until you both get sick of each other. I almost lost my best friend by dating her. We've been friends since kindergarten, so my mom knows her, my dad knows her and I know her mom and grandmother. But anyways. This is a warning to guys and girls. DON'T SCREW UP WHEN YOUR DATING YOU BEST FRIENDS!! I learned the hard way, and I'm still dealing with it. I hate the fact we have constant fights almost everyday because I moved on. I hate the fact that we can't have a normal conversation without it going down hill cause we ran out of things to talk about. Do i regret going out with her. No don't get me wrong, she was the best person I ever dated (give or take the 3 break ups in the first 2 months) But I mean she opened up to me, and showed me a side of her no one has ever seen. But I guess now it's just the hard part knowing she won't let me go...and I'm trying to move on....Sometimes I wish things were different. But I guess it's a part of life I just have to learn to deal with and pray that things get better soon.&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/615256661583189521-6685889376424966798?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6685889376424966798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=6685889376424966798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6685889376424966798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/6685889376424966798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2008/10/friends-and-dating.html' title='friends and dating....'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615256661583189521.post-2324221244741431229</id><published>2008-09-22T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:41:04.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpretation of a poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Names&lt;br /&gt;Be mindful of names, They'll etch themselves&lt;br /&gt;like daily specials on the window glass&lt;br /&gt;in a delible medium. They'll pass&lt;br /&gt;transformed, erased, cloud the wind dissolves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;above the ruckus of the the under-twelves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the slide, the toddlers on the grass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the ragged skinny guy taking a piss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the bushes, a marton tanning her calves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a bench, skirt tucked around her knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A sparrow lands in the japonica;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as if it were a signal, all at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;massed pigeons rush up from adjacent trees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wingbeats intrusive and symphonic-a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;near-total silence is the clear response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This poem is talking about how there is a name for everything no matter what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's using images to show that everything has a name, from the kids playing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the park to the guy whizzing in the bushes.  It doesn't exactly talk about names &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and what they do, but it shows how they are used in the world around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/615256661583189521-2324221244741431229?l=xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2324221244741431229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=615256661583189521&amp;postID=2324221244741431229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/2324221244741431229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/615256661583189521/posts/default/2324221244741431229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxemoangelxx.blogspot.com/2008/09/interpretation-of-poem.html' title='Interpretation of a poem'/><author><name>goldmine valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06390188881463432432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7n-9LZlON0c/SgybnoWZfKI/AAAAAAAAADc/U1OfGEfRxoM/S220/omfg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
