<?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-5021272</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:31:42.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schizo? Maybe. But atleast we can accept me.</title><subtitle type='html'>Lucky Bear
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106818877855323406</id><published>2003-11-06T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T23:06:38.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got a livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;livejournal.com/users/calendersdying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go there. now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106818877855323406?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106818877855323406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106818877855323406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106818877855323406' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106784794743627906</id><published>2003-11-03T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T00:26:01.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is to the demon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we lie awake&lt;br /&gt;After every hit we take&lt;br /&gt;Every feeling that i get&lt;br /&gt;But i haven't missed you yet&lt;br /&gt;Every room-mate kept awake&lt;br /&gt;By every silent scream we make&lt;br /&gt;All the feelings that i get&lt;br /&gt;But i still don't miss you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when i stop to think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything about you&lt;br /&gt;why do i love you&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything about you&lt;br /&gt;why do i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime we lie awake&lt;br /&gt;after every hit we take&lt;br /&gt;every feeling that i get&lt;br /&gt;but i haven't missed you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only when I stop to think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything about you&lt;br /&gt;why do i love you&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything about you&lt;br /&gt;why do i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only when i stop to think about you,&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;only when you stop to think about me,&lt;br /&gt;do you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything about you&lt;br /&gt;why do I love you&lt;br /&gt;you hate everything about me&lt;br /&gt;why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate&lt;br /&gt;you hate&lt;br /&gt;I hate&lt;br /&gt;you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything about you&lt;br /&gt;why do I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106784794743627906?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106784794743627906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106784794743627906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106784794743627906' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106774055536027945</id><published>2003-11-01T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T18:36:07.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I call you! Hooray! You'll always be my best friend. Double hooray! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106774055536027945?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106774055536027945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106774055536027945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106774055536027945' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106773318886191887</id><published>2003-11-01T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T16:33:21.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD BoReD &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106773318886191887?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106773318886191887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106773318886191887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106773318886191887' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106771931330855488</id><published>2003-11-01T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T12:42:05.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being sick is the devil. Watching boys do social dance is not the devil. The Ring is a silly movie. Full of magic and wonderment. Is wonderment a word? It is now. Yee. I should eat now. 'Cause you know eating, it's required to live. Oh yeahhhh. Have a marvelous day folks. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106771931330855488?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106771931330855488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106771931330855488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106771931330855488' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106719848334519724</id><published>2003-10-26T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T12:01:27.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mikayla, I hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106719848334519724?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106719848334519724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106719848334519724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106719848334519724' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106697313466186304</id><published>2003-10-23T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T22:25:34.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sarah! I love you. A lot. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106697313466186304?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106697313466186304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106697313466186304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106697313466186304' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106663120478051471</id><published>2003-10-19T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T23:26:44.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Racket Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;so sorry i'm not perfect,&lt;br /&gt;not the little angel i was.&lt;br /&gt;i search for her incessantly to make you happy,&lt;br /&gt;but i think all this hurt has killed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only want to please you,&lt;br /&gt;but in trying to doing that &lt;br /&gt;it seems i've lost myself.&lt;br /&gt;and somewhere in between all those &lt;br /&gt;gold star reports&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;A plus projects&lt;br /&gt;the smiling little girl&lt;br /&gt;who laughed and beared a smile&lt;br /&gt;can now hardly bear to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you don't believe me,&lt;br /&gt;how could one possibly lose herself?&lt;br /&gt;i've asked myself the same&lt;br /&gt;and came to the conclusion&lt;br /&gt;that she is gone;&lt;br /&gt;all of her goodness,&lt;br /&gt;her innocence-&lt;br /&gt;your appeasing puppet &lt;br /&gt;is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try- i really do.&lt;br /&gt;i search all those places she used to go;&lt;br /&gt;those pictures she used to draw-&lt;br /&gt;to find a hint as to where she's gone&lt;br /&gt;but all i seem to find&lt;br /&gt;is all the hurt that was built up inside,&lt;br /&gt;slowly leaking into the ink of the pen&lt;br /&gt;she so frequently wrote with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i know too much &lt;br /&gt;to smile anymore.&lt;br /&gt;just being aware of all the pain in the world&lt;br /&gt;makes me want to sacrifice myself for the smallest thing.&lt;br /&gt;and it spirals me into this strange feeling&lt;br /&gt;that i do not deserve this life.&lt;br /&gt;all these people with such hunger&lt;br /&gt;and all i do is sit here&lt;br /&gt;with a frown on my face&lt;br /&gt;and a full plate.&lt;br /&gt;i will not be pleased&lt;br /&gt;until i am starving.&lt;br /&gt;starving and pure;&lt;br /&gt;starving and happy;&lt;br /&gt;starving and free;&lt;br /&gt;such wonderful things associated with hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;is it normal to cry for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;to sit and realize that you have good grades,&lt;br /&gt;good food,&lt;br /&gt;and a nice house&lt;br /&gt;and break into hysterics?&lt;br /&gt;is it ok to watch someone smile &lt;br /&gt;and get this overwhelming sense &lt;br /&gt;of wanting to smother them?&lt;br /&gt;i don't have enough trust in anyone-&lt;br /&gt;to actually believe anyone could ever love me&lt;br /&gt;or feel anything but hatred toward me&lt;br /&gt;is almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to tell myself&lt;br /&gt;the would be's&lt;br /&gt;and the could be's&lt;br /&gt;and the should be's&lt;br /&gt;of my life.&lt;br /&gt;i would be making them unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;i could be making them unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;i should be unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;i deserve this pain,&lt;br /&gt;this blood,&lt;br /&gt;these tears.&lt;br /&gt;i deserve fear,&lt;br /&gt;and unworthiness.&lt;br /&gt;i deserve what he brings me,&lt;br /&gt;and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going through wars in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;so when i tell you to stop screaming,&lt;br /&gt;and you haven't said a word,&lt;br /&gt;please know that i'm just trying to quiet this racket in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106663120478051471?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106663120478051471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106663120478051471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106663120478051471' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106608030355419470</id><published>2003-10-13T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T14:25:03.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's like the Big J said, "Forgive them, for they know not what they do."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106608030355419470?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106608030355419470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106608030355419470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106608030355419470' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106608027642093937</id><published>2003-10-13T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T14:24:36.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gimme gimme gimme some gravy tonight. That's from Sister Act. Good stuff. Don't fight. It's dumb. That's all for today, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106608027642093937?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106608027642093937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106608027642093937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106608027642093937' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106539253507654111</id><published>2003-10-05T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T15:22:14.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/windex04/1056158491_rilynsophi.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x86a7e64)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are sophisticated Marilyn. You enjoy reading,&lt;br&gt;or at least act like you do, and always have&lt;br&gt;something witty at the tip of your tongue.&lt;br&gt;You're refined and dignified.  Friends&lt;br&gt;catagorize you as a "classy doll" and&lt;br&gt;respect your self-respect and diligence.  lucky&lt;br&gt;number- 5 ::: lucky color- navy ::: something&lt;br&gt;to look forward to this week-you'll win a&lt;br&gt;debate ::: advice-take a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/windex04/quizzes/Which%20Marilyn%20Monroe%20are%20YOU%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Marilyn Monroe are YOU?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106539253507654111?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106539253507654111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106539253507654111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106539253507654111' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106431090320380179</id><published>2003-09-23T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T02:55:02.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whew. I'm not failing. Weehoo. I was terrified that I was, considering I miss a lot of school, but I just checked, and I'm not. I have to stay focused. Help me. Also, why don't I sleep at night? Rephrase...why do I choose to sleep all day? Cause I'm terribly lazy. Shoot. I need motivation. Not bootcamp motivation, but motivation. Homecoming may turn out good. YaY. And I'm spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106431090320380179?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106431090320380179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106431090320380179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106431090320380179' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106376539861759500</id><published>2003-09-16T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T19:23:18.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kindsexyquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/retro-sexy.jpg" alt="retro sexy" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are Retro Sexy!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a classic sex appeal that passes the test of time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're feminine, subtle with your seductions, and perfectly tuned into men.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman with your attention to detail is rare find and a true prize.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an incredible catch for any guy, especially rich older ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kindsexyquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Kind of Sexy Are *You*?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106376539861759500?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106376539861759500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106376539861759500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106376539861759500' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106375857582410545</id><published>2003-09-16T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T17:29:35.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1047170779_sQuizdisco.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x86dba5c)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Exhibitionist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/The%20ULTIMATE%20personality%20test/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The ULTIMATE personality test&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106375857582410545?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106375857582410545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106375857582410545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106375857582410545' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106264609268014851</id><published>2003-09-03T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T20:28:12.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047299736_entrancing.jpg" border="0" alt="entrancing"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leaves&lt;br&gt;your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling&lt;br&gt;he/she is dreaming.  Quite effective; the kiss&lt;br&gt;that never lessens and always blows your&lt;br&gt;partner away like the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106264609268014851?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106264609268014851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106264609268014851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106264609268014851' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106202207476660087</id><published>2003-08-27T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T15:07:54.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Glady,&lt;br /&gt;     Holy cow, what has it been, 5 seconds since we last talked?! Woah, I almost exploded. So how are you? I'm alright--I still have both my arms. Things just will never improve between me and my mother. I don't want to go back there, and she hasn't said much regarding my return. She cut me off, though, from money. She can take everything, the computer, the phone, I don't care anymore. I know she'll never turn off the phone, though. She wouldn't know where I was anymore. But the only thing she says when she does call is "You're a BITCH and I can't handle you."So Sara's mom said that it was alright if I stayed there for a while. I really hate her though, my mother. I wouldn't care if we never saw or talked to eachother again. I swear. She just, I don't know. I hate her. Her voice, her comments, her insults, her ideas, her morals. She is a sucky mother, and I don't ever want to see her again. &lt;strong&gt;I swear, Glady.&lt;/strong&gt; My own grandparents don't even talk to me anymore. I really have been cut off. But the thing is, I couldn't care less. I've always been a screw up to them. I wont get to see you for a while. I can't get any rides. I'll never get a license, or a car. I hate people. &lt;br /&gt;      School is okay. Sometimes I freak about college though. Sometimes, well, most of the time, I do feel like a screw up. I wont get help. They all hate me, and I hate them too.&lt;br /&gt;      Tracie is dead set on getting me converted. Elizabeth Dunn is really into it too. I don't know, I'm just confused about the whole thing. It would just give everyone another reason to hate me. By everyone I mean my family. You're so lucky to have such a supportive and caring family. Do you know how long I've prayed for that my whole life? I was thinking I would get a job while Sara was at school so I could try to get some money. I hope you don't think I'm kidding or anything. It's so real now that it scares me. Running away seems so easy right now, but I can't leave school. Don't be surprised if I show up at your door at 3 AM. Would you make me go back? Would your mom? My mom wouldn't come after me-not that it matters. I hate her anyways. But no, I wouldn't do that to you. I'm just thinking out loud. I'm sorry. It's just scary, I guess. But I'm not going home. I refuse. &lt;br /&gt;      I know I'm wearing out my welcome here, so I don't really know where to go next. Probably my grandma's. I hope you don't think me pathetic. I really feel so right now. I'm sorry, this is just a vent session. I need someone to talk to. I miss you a lot sometimes, when I need a refuge from things. I'll let you go. I love you--You're always my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;                       Love, Barbie. &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106202207476660087?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106202207476660087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106202207476660087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106202207476660087' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106077452980203059</id><published>2003-08-13T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T04:40:19.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Smile though your heart is aching&lt;br /&gt;Smile even though it's breaking&lt;br /&gt;When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by&lt;br /&gt;If you smile through your fear and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the sun come shining through for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;br /&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near&lt;br /&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying?&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying?&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106077452980203059?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106077452980203059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106077452980203059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106077452980203059' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-106004202768509951</id><published>2003-08-04T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T17:07:07.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your touch is electric&lt;br /&gt;I felt it the first time you held me&lt;br /&gt;The way we connected&lt;br /&gt;So easily&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to define it&lt;br /&gt;Searched for the perfect phrase&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to describe it&lt;br /&gt;In a million different ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s joy, it’s ecstasy, it’s truth it’s destiny&lt;br /&gt;And even love is not enough&lt;br /&gt;To tell you how you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one word for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to admit it&lt;br /&gt;You took my heart by surprise&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know how you did it&lt;br /&gt;But baby, I’ve never felt so alive&lt;br /&gt;I already know what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;As long as you are here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s joy, it’s ecstasy, it’s truth, it’s destiny&lt;br /&gt;To tell you how you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;It’s faith, it’s honesty, it’s life, it’s everything&lt;br /&gt;To say “I love you” is not enough&lt;br /&gt;To tell you how you make me feel…&lt;br /&gt;It’s in your smile, it’s in your kiss&lt;br /&gt;It’s the reason I exist&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one word for this&lt;br /&gt;It’s bliss&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-106004202768509951?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106004202768509951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/106004202768509951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106004202768509951' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-105985490428748277</id><published>2003-08-02T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T13:08:24.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Z/zoetropez/1038806672_hollyg.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Holly Golightly!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congratulations darling!  You're Holly Golightly&lt;br&gt;from Breakfast at Tiffanys.  You love a good&lt;br&gt;party and you always look fabulous, but you're&lt;br&gt;really just looking for that one man who isn't&lt;br&gt;a rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/zoetropez/quizzes/Which%20Audrey%20Hepburn%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Audrey Hepburn Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-105985490428748277?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/105985490428748277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/105985490428748277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105985490428748277' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-105968786325540655</id><published>2003-07-31T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T14:44:23.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not dead. Just incase you were wondering. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-105968786325540655?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/105968786325540655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/105968786325540655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105968786325540655' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-105787910148823339</id><published>2003-07-10T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T16:18:21.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow is heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-105787910148823339?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/105787910148823339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/105787910148823339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105787910148823339' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-105720682911794675</id><published>2003-07-02T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T21:33:49.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wgryph/quizzes/What%20Finding%20Nemo%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/wgryph/1054595074_ndoryframe.gif" border="0" alt="You are DORY!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Finding Nemo Character are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-105720682911794675?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/105720682911794675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/105720682911794675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105720682911794675' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-95935176</id><published>2003-06-22T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T21:57:50.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So driving test number one was a complete disaster. But there's always try number 2. Or 3....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-95935176?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95935176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95935176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95935176' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-95838534</id><published>2003-06-19T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T13:05:46.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="1" src="http://www.rebelsnail.net/cheesy/tjt.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rebelsnail.net/cheesy/test.html" target="_blank"&gt;Take the test&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/unitedhotcake" target="_blank"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-95838534?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95838534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95838534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95838534' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-95704251</id><published>2003-06-15T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T21:24:00.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033785485_alangelina.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Angelina Jolie...you may jump from thing to&lt;br&gt;thing...but you know who you are and no one&lt;br&gt;helped you to get there. You a crazy mamma&lt;br&gt;jamma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/lemonfaults/quizzes/What%20actress%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What actress are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-95704251?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95704251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95704251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95704251' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-95647177</id><published>2003-06-13T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T17:48:48.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so hard to tell yourself that you're not depressed and you're okay. I try to stay busy and keep my thoughts happy, but I just&lt;br /&gt;am so terribly depressed, I feel like I've lost my other half. It seems like I'll never get there. I mean I've got everything but a way up there. I'm just frustrated and I feel so helpless. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-95647177?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95647177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95647177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95647177' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-95640802</id><published>2003-06-13T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T13:16:42.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="240"bgcolor="#e7e4e4"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Conscious self&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overall self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://similarminds.com/images/3.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://similarminds.com/images/4w5-mean.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;Take Free Enneagram Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-95640802?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95640802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95640802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95640802' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-95483792</id><published>2003-06-09T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T15:49:31.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ThtrLoser18215:  lol    no offense, but it's kinda hard to forget almost ANYTHING you say. &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  anything i say? &lt;br /&gt; ThtrLoser18215:  i still remember half of the things you said to me in 5th grade! &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  you do?? &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  i dont&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  holey cow &lt;br /&gt; ThtrLoser18215:  oh yeah. &lt;br /&gt; ThtrLoser18215:  didn't think you would. &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  tell me some &lt;br /&gt; ThtrLoser18215:  um.... you were with one of your friends (don't ask me who...) and you said "watch this!    hey nicole, are you CONSTIPATED?   ::laughing::  she doesn't know what that is!!!" &lt;br /&gt; ThtrLoser18215:  you called me a bitch once. &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  omg &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  are you serious?? &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  what else? &lt;br /&gt; ThtrLoser18215:  there was something about a black cat.... only i can't exactly remember how that one went. &lt;br /&gt; ThtrLoser18215:  lol &lt;br /&gt; ThtrLoser18215:  um.... you called me fat at least once a week... &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  gosh i was a real bitch &lt;br /&gt; ThtrLoser18215:  at least i think that was you... maybe it was ana... &lt;br /&gt; ThtrLoser18215:  no.... that was ana. &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  i dont think i wouldve called you fat &lt;br /&gt; ThtrLoser18215:  no. &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  because i was fat in 5th grade &lt;br /&gt; ThtrLoser18215:  you're too creative for that. &lt;br /&gt; ThtrLoser18215:  lol &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  and thats one thing that i dont make fun of...weight &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  well dont worry about ana, you shoulda called her tissue tits &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-95483792?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95483792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95483792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95483792' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-95453306</id><published>2003-06-08T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T22:50:35.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Far Away-Carole King&lt;br /&gt;self-explanitory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away, &lt;br /&gt;doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?&lt;br /&gt;It would be so fine to see your face at my door&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help to know you're just time away&lt;br /&gt;Long ago I reached for you and there you stood&lt;br /&gt;Holding you again could only do me good&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could, but you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;One more song about movin' along the highway&lt;br /&gt;Can't say much of anything that's new&lt;br /&gt;If I could only work this life out my way&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather spend it bein' close to you.&lt;br /&gt;But you're so far away, doesn't anybody stay in one place any more&lt;br /&gt;It would be so fine to see your face at my door&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help to know you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;Travelin' around sure gets me down and lonley&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' else to do but close my mind&lt;br /&gt;I sure do hope the road don't come to own me&lt;br /&gt; There's so many dreams&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to find&lt;br /&gt;But your so far away&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore&lt;br /&gt;It would be so fine to see your face at my door&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't help to know youre so far away... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-95453306?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95453306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95453306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95453306' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-95320349</id><published>2003-06-05T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T00:38:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's really happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-95320349?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95320349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95320349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95320349' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-95269937</id><published>2003-06-03T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T21:45:38.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LuckyBear634:  give me a boyfriend &lt;br /&gt; BaSkEtCaSe441:  ok &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  ?!? &lt;br /&gt; BaSkEtCaSe441:  it should be at your door in four to six weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-95269937?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95269937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95269937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95269937' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-95159578</id><published>2003-06-01T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T11:26:49.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crazy, for thinking that my love could hold you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for trying, and crazy for crying, and I'm crazy for loving you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-95159578?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95159578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95159578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95159578' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-95143059</id><published>2003-05-31T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T22:26:25.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Strange&lt;br /&gt;Patsy Cline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, how you stopped loving me,&lt;br /&gt;How you stopped needing me,&lt;br /&gt;When she came along,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how strange....&lt;br /&gt;Strange, you changed like night and day,&lt;br /&gt;Just upped and walked away,&lt;br /&gt;When she came along,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how strange.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that I was just your puppet&lt;br /&gt;You held on a string,&lt;br /&gt;To think I thought you really loved me,&lt;br /&gt;But look what thoughts can bring.&lt;br /&gt;Strange, you're still in all my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a funny thing,&lt;br /&gt;I still care for you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how strange!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that I was just your puppet&lt;br /&gt;You held on a string,&lt;br /&gt;To think I thought you really loved me,&lt;br /&gt;But look what thoughts can bring, oh, oh, oh....&lt;br /&gt;Strange, you're still in all my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a funny thing,&lt;br /&gt;I still care for you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how strange! How strange..... how strange..... how strange.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-95143059?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95143059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95143059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95143059' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-95066089</id><published>2003-05-29T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T21:35:10.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, don't just walk away&lt;br /&gt;Pretending everything's ok&lt;br /&gt;And you don't care about me&lt;br /&gt;And I know there's just no use&lt;br /&gt;When all your lies become your truths and I don't care... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye &lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you're happy now, &lt;br /&gt;Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased, &lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now? &lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took all there was to take, &lt;br /&gt;And left with an empty plate &lt;br /&gt;And you don't care about it, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;And I, I've given up this game &lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you with all the blame cause I don't care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye? &lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you're happy now, &lt;br /&gt;Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased, &lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now? &lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have everything you want?&lt;br /&gt;You can get up and give everything you`ve got&lt;br /&gt;You can't run away from yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye? &lt;br /&gt;and tell me that you`re happy now, &lt;br /&gt;come on tell it to my face or have i been erased, &lt;br /&gt;are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you look me in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;I've had that all I can take&lt;br /&gt;And I'm about to break&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm happy now, &lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-95066089?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95066089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/95066089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95066089' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-94962834</id><published>2003-05-27T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T16:48:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My stomach hurts. Things are so funny lately. I mean funny in a bad way. Lately all I've wanted to do was something morally &lt;br /&gt;wrong (in my opinion wrong). I want a boy, and to sneak out, and gosh for the last week all I've wanted to do is smoke a damn &lt;br /&gt;cigarette. I haven't smoked in 3 years. Why the heck do I want one now? I'm not saying that I was some drug bad ass in middle&lt;br /&gt;school. But I did do them. I was stupid, but I loved it. Why did I love it? It was wrong. And now I want to do it again. It's all so confusing. &lt;br /&gt;   It's so hard to accept something that you just can't accept. I'm trying so hard. And doing so makes me nauseated. Everything about it makes me almost vomit. But I'm doing it. It hurts so bad. It's pathetic I know. And I'm being so hypocritical. I'm the one who encouraged him to confess his feelings. I set up the roses. I even planned a way for him to ask her out. Why on earth then is it killing me slowly? I have no idea why my envy is so strong. But I wont show it, it's too selfish. I'll just let you all know out there in blogger land how my stomach is in painful knots. I wont tell them though. You don't either. &lt;br /&gt;  When I went to the beach I thought about Jack. I mean I don't like him or anything, no worries, the thing that I think I miss is the companionship he always showed. I miss having someone, not him. I miss having a boyfriend. Whew I said it. I know it sounds so silly, but it's true. I think that's one reason I get so jealous of *them* (if you know me then you'll know who *they* are.)&lt;br /&gt;I mean they've got eachother. They love eachother, and care a lot about the other one. I miss having that. It hurts to look at it. Idk. I'm done with that rambling for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. Kayla- You're a beautiful person, inside and out. Your intelligence and wit just make you even more so. I admire your strength in handling situations. We're twins. I'm the ugly dumb one, remember? I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-94962834?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/94962834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/94962834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94962834' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-94925476</id><published>2003-05-26T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T21:28:50.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jessiejmc/1041794367_Folderrent.jpg" border="0" alt="You're Rent!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jessiejmc/quizzes/What%20Broadway%20Musical%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Broadway Musical Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-94925476?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/94925476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/94925476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94925476' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-94433398</id><published>2003-05-15T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T22:37:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate that fwicken marshmewo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HSR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-94433398?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/94433398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/94433398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94433398' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-94354763</id><published>2003-05-14T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T15:53:47.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so today went well. No that's a lie. Today sucked a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever go home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh you're a damn schizo. I'm so confused. Just two more weeks and me and Brad will be freeeeeeeee......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh oh Will and Grace is on!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-94354763?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/94354763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/94354763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94354763' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-94354762</id><published>2003-05-14T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T15:53:46.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so today went well. No that's a lie. Today sucked a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever go home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh you're a damn schizo. I'm so confused. Just two more weeks and me and Brad will be freeeeeeeee......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh oh Will and Grace is on!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-94354762?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/94354762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/94354762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94354762' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-94329908</id><published>2003-05-14T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T07:38:32.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, today is going to be good. I wont think about it, and I wont say a word about it. It's supposed to rain today. That should ease the pain somewhat. Oh Lord help me to be unselfish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-94329908?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/94329908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/94329908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94329908' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-93884130</id><published>2003-05-06T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T13:52:03.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo yo I'm in the library. I don't know what to write. I can't get into my website and that smells. Homestar runner wont work either. Damnit. Today I was tired. But I made a big red arrow out of stucky. I don't want to go to rehearsal today, but I suppose I should. I have cramps like you wouldn't believe. I think I want to take over Michigan today. I want a sno cone. How come there's no w in sno cone? That's damn cheap. Did you know that Mrs. Jensen's first name was supposed to be spelled "LeAnne", but the doctor ran out of ink? So her name is LeAn. You know, like lean. She is far from  that. I think whenever one of her rabbits die, that she actually got really hungry and there wasn't any food that was easy enough to prepare. Here rabbit rabbit rabbit....Oh dear. So I'm gonna go live somewhere else. I'm running away to Utah. Lol, Utah. Well I don't have much else to write so ttfn. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-93884130?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93884130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93884130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93884130' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-93843500</id><published>2003-05-05T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T21:59:20.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LuckyBear634:  im tired &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  my plan opens this week &lt;br /&gt; Fatkidh2o:  ? &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  play* &lt;br /&gt; Fatkidh2o:  that what i thought but wasnt sure &lt;br /&gt; Fatkidh2o:  i thought you had some diabolical plan to take over michigan or somthing &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-93843500?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93843500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93843500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93843500' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-93735495</id><published>2003-05-03T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T22:09:17.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Main Entry: [4]fake&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun&lt;br /&gt;Date: 1827&lt;br /&gt;: one that is not what it purports to be: as a : a worthless imitation passed off as genuine b : IMPOSTOR, CHARLATAN&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: char·la·tan&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: 'shär-l&amp;-t&amp;n&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun&lt;br /&gt;Etymology: Italian ciarlatano, alteration of cerretano, literally, inhabitant of Cerreto, from Cerreto, Italy&lt;br /&gt;Date: 1618&lt;br /&gt;1 : QUACK 2 &lt;br /&gt;2 : one making usually showy pretenses to knowledge or ability : FRAUD, FAKER &lt;br /&gt;- char·la·tan·ism /-t&amp;-"ni-z&amp;m/ noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: im·pos·tor&lt;br /&gt;Variant(s):  or im.pos.ter /im-'päs-t&amp;r/ &lt;br /&gt;Function: noun&lt;br /&gt;Etymology: Late Latin impostor, from Latin imponere&lt;br /&gt;Date: 1624&lt;br /&gt;: one that assumes false identity or title for the purpose of deception &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-93735495?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93735495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93735495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93735495' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-93735373</id><published>2003-05-03T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T22:06:12.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Main Entry: [4]lie&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun&lt;br /&gt;Etymology: Middle English lige, lie, from Old English lyge; akin to Old High German lugI, Old English lEogan to lie&lt;br /&gt;Date: before 12th century&lt;br /&gt;1 a : an assertion of something known or believed by the speaker to be untrue with intent to deceive b : an untrue or inaccurate statement that may or may not be believed true by the speaker &lt;br /&gt;2 : something that misleads or deceives &lt;br /&gt;3 : a charge of lying &lt;br /&gt;1 : to make an untrue statement with intent to deceive &lt;br /&gt;2 : to create a false or misleading impression &lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: li·ar&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: 'lI(-&amp;)r&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun&lt;br /&gt;Etymology: Middle English, from Old English lEogere, from lEogan to lie —more at LIE &lt;br /&gt;Date: before 12th century&lt;br /&gt;: one that tells lies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: per·snick·e·ty&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: p&amp;r-'sni-k&amp;-tE&lt;br /&gt;Function: adjective&lt;br /&gt;Etymology: alteration of pernickety&lt;br /&gt;Date: circa 1905&lt;br /&gt;1 a : fussy about small details : FASTIDIOUS &lt;a persnickety teacher&gt; b : having the characteristics of a snob &lt;br /&gt;2 : requiring great precision &lt;a persnickety job&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- per·snick·e·ti·ness /-n&amp;s/ noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: cow·ard&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: 'kau(-&amp;)rd&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun&lt;br /&gt;Etymology: Middle English, from Old French coart, from coe tail, from Latin cauda&lt;br /&gt;Date: 13th century&lt;br /&gt;: one who shows disgraceful fear or timidity &lt;br /&gt;- coward adjective&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-93735373?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93735373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93735373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93735373' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-93725264</id><published>2003-05-03T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T19:52:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmph. I bought a Clifford quillow today. It's nice. I gave my dog a bath, and cleaned quite a bit. I feel accomplished. Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany and I went to my dad's house and we watched home videos and ate pizza. It was really fun. I slept really well last night. I &lt;br /&gt;asked if she would scratch my back and she like went on for 20 minutes and I was out. I think we get along so well because she's got that whole caretaker persona and well my mom never really was that type. But you all know that. So it all works out. Right now all I want to do is talk to Brad but he hates me so he wont answer my calls or return them. You know how sometimes &lt;br /&gt;when you're angry and you let your emotions do the thinking for you? Yeah I did that to him. Gosh it was so mean. I said he was&lt;br /&gt;like a freaking dog who follows her around all the damn time, loud enough for him to stop in his tracks. I regret the things I let my &lt;br /&gt;jealousy do for me. I really love Brad; he's like the brother I never had. And I can always call him and we can talk and we're just &lt;br /&gt;really open with one another. And now I'm afraid that I may have lost that because of my mouth. Just sometimes I get mad&lt;br /&gt;because they've honed in on eachother and I have been pushed out of the way. It's just a different relationship and that's what I need to realize. It'll all be over in a month so I wont worry. I love them both a lot. Enough of that. There was something else I wanted to say, but I can't remember....hmm. Well that's about all. Much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-93725264?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93725264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93725264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93725264' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-93513533</id><published>2003-04-29T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T22:13:58.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-93513533?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93513533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93513533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93513533' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-93442861</id><published>2003-04-28T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T20:39:49.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your heart is green. You've had love, but you somehow screwed it up (you probably stabbed them didn't you?). Now it's pretty &lt;br /&gt;much all you can think about. Everyone is so much happier than you aren't they? You never get the love you deserve do you?&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy is not a pretty thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't I know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-93442861?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93442861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93442861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93442861' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-93442782</id><published>2003-04-28T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T20:38:15.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xdeadxstarx/1043983671_turesGreen.JPG" border="0" alt="Green info"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Heart is Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Heart%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color is Your Heart? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-93442782?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93442782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93442782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93442782' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-93356194</id><published>2003-04-27T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T13:04:35.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isn't that silly? It made me laugh. Better than making me cry, like everything else. Damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-93356194?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93356194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93356194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93356194' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93356161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93356161' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-93142107</id><published>2003-04-23T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T16:18:05.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/monomana/1050645718_wearboxers.jpg" border="0" alt="boxers"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your a pair of Boxers! oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/monomana/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20underwear%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What type of underwear are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-93142107?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93142107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93142107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93142107' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-93092893</id><published>2003-04-22T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T21:47:57.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damnit why can't I ever remember to bring my world history book home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-93092893?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93092893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/93092893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93092893' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-92392800</id><published>2003-04-10T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T16:58:08.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How can you see into my eyes &lt;br /&gt;like open doors.&lt;br /&gt;Leading you down into my core &lt;br /&gt;where I've become so numb.&lt;br /&gt;Without a soul&lt;br /&gt;my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold &lt;br /&gt;until you find it there and lead it back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside. &lt;br /&gt;I can't wake up. &lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside. &lt;br /&gt;Save me. &lt;br /&gt;Call my name and save me from the dark. &lt;br /&gt;Wake me up. &lt;br /&gt;Bid my blood to run. &lt;br /&gt;I can't wake up. &lt;br /&gt;Before I come undone. &lt;br /&gt;Save me. &lt;br /&gt;Save me from the nothing I've become.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know what I'm without&lt;br /&gt;you can't just leave me.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe into me and make me real&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life. &lt;br /&gt;I've been living a lie&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing inside. &lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen inside without your touch,&lt;br /&gt;without your love, darling.&lt;br /&gt;Only you are the life among the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this time&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Kept in the dark&lt;br /&gt;but you were there in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping a 1000 years it seems.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to open my eyes to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a thought&lt;br /&gt;Without a voice&lt;br /&gt;Without a soul &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me die here&lt;br /&gt;There must be something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life.&lt;br /&gt;I've been living a lie&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-92392800?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/92392800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/92392800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92392800' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-92335367</id><published>2003-04-09T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T20:30:33.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rumplstilsknr374:  i just farted &lt;br /&gt; Rumplstilsknr374:  it sounded like i squeezed a duck too hard &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-92335367?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/92335367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/92335367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92335367' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-92126524</id><published>2003-04-06T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T21:10:49.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you seen &lt;a href="http://www.yousuckrealbad.blogspot.com"&gt;the light?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-92126524?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/92126524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/92126524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92126524' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-92126497</id><published>2003-04-06T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T21:10:18.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whooo my best fwiend is home. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-92126497?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/92126497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/92126497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92126497' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-91949049</id><published>2003-04-03T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T17:04:45.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want a sandwhich named after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate garrett middle school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.yousuckrealbad.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hooplah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-91949049?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91949049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91949049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91949049' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-91820990</id><published>2003-04-01T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T20:48:38.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the world, needs now, is free-tow pie, its the only thing that i real...ly wanna eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-91820990?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91820990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91820990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91820990' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-91667033</id><published>2003-03-30T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T13:53:25.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really hate people sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they hate me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan Hallett for one. He's a fucking idiot. I despise his presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Doesn't everyone feel that way about Dylan?&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think many people like him. Or admire his, ha, intellegence. Dipshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you die. We already know you'll be alone for the rest of your life. How could anyone like you? You're dumb, you're not &lt;br /&gt;trust worthy what so ever, and you're not exactly a Brad Pitt. Maybe you'll be rich and people will "like" you then. Doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;Unless they dub you the dumbest human, wait, animal, in existance, and you get money for it. I hate you. So does everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew I feel better. Oh yes, I don't like Adam. I just think he's cute. Jesus people are stupid.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-91667033?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91667033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91667033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91667033' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-91611047</id><published>2003-03-29T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T10:11:34.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>too bad it's M-A-R-I-L-Y-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel &lt;i&gt;myself&lt;/i&gt; up, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-91611047?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91611047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91611047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91611047' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-91458833</id><published>2003-03-26T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T20:43:44.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything has to change sooner or later, and if you spend all your time wishing it was the way it used to be, how's there going to be any time to enjoy what there is now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 -Lauren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-91458833?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91458833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91458833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91458833' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-91445812</id><published>2003-03-26T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T16:44:03.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well shit, I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; have other friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marylin Monroe is my idol. I'm sure you all knew that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-91445812?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91445812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91445812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91445812' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-91247681</id><published>2003-03-23T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T16:28:01.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Top Favorite Movies:&lt;br /&gt;-Mermaids&lt;br /&gt;-Girl, Interrupted&lt;br /&gt;-Some Like it Hot&lt;br /&gt;-The Virgin Suicides&lt;br /&gt;-Who Framed Roger Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many others..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-91247681?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91247681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91247681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91247681' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-91215674</id><published>2003-03-22T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T23:11:42.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hometown.aol.com/luckybear634"&gt;Loser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-91215674?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91215674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91215674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91215674' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-91166102</id><published>2003-03-21T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T21:31:58.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> LuckyBear634:  so tell me a story &lt;br /&gt; kaylabob86:  umm... one time there was this turkey named selma.. &lt;br /&gt; kaylabob86:  she didn't have too many friends because frankly she smelled bad &lt;br /&gt; kaylabob86:  so one day, &lt;br /&gt; kaylabob86:  she decided to kill a goat and sacrifice it's blood to the higher gods and pray for a more attractive scent.. &lt;br /&gt; kaylabob86:  well as luck would have it, the discount store was fresh out of goats so selma ate her own leg instead. &lt;br /&gt; kaylabob86:  moral of the story: nobody likes a turkey that smells bad and is missing a leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint that the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Coming from my twin...Kayla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-91166102?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91166102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91166102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91166102' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-91153928</id><published>2003-03-21T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T16:24:31.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sweet Misery- Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost&lt;br /&gt;And you were found&lt;br /&gt;You seemed to stand on solid ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was weak&lt;br /&gt;And you were strong&lt;br /&gt;And me and my guitar,&lt;br /&gt;we strummed along, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet misery you cause me&lt;br /&gt;That's what you called me&lt;br /&gt;Sweet misery you cause me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blind&lt;br /&gt;But oh, how you could see&lt;br /&gt;You saw the beauty in everything, everything and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would cry&lt;br /&gt;And you would smile&lt;br /&gt;You'd stay with me a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet misery you cause me&lt;br /&gt;That's what you called me&lt;br /&gt;Sweet misery you cause me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my heart I see, oh&lt;br /&gt;What you're doing to me&lt;br /&gt;And in my heart I see, oh&lt;br /&gt;Just how you wanted it to be&lt;br /&gt;Sweet misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet misery you cause me&lt;br /&gt;That's what you called me&lt;br /&gt;Sweet misery you cause me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my heart I see, oh&lt;br /&gt;What you're doing to me&lt;br /&gt;And in my heart I see, oh&lt;br /&gt;Just how you wanted it to be&lt;br /&gt;Sweet misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was weak&lt;br /&gt;And you were strong&lt;br /&gt;And me and my guitar,&lt;br /&gt;we strummed along &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-91153928?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91153928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91153928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91153928' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-91153129</id><published>2003-03-21T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T16:03:56.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was good. I just realized that I didn't really talk to my best friends at all today. Wow. It wasn't planned that way, and yet,&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel as depressed. What to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tyrant...I love you. I really do. Don't ever think I don't. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-91153129?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91153129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91153129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91153129' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-91036510</id><published>2003-03-19T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T20:13:36.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, &lt;b&gt;Sammie!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-91036510?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91036510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91036510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91036510' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-91036326</id><published>2003-03-19T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T20:12:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guillotine!?!?&lt;br /&gt;What's next, an A-bomb?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-91036326?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91036326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/91036326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91036326' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90892512</id><published>2003-03-17T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T17:56:54.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, yeah, Prince Charming. That could be so. But the thing is...I can't seem to find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I already have and just don't know it. Hello, Texas ;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90892512?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90892512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90892512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90892512' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90840677</id><published>2003-03-16T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T22:13:48.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/rightguyquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/prince-charming.jpg" alt="prince charming" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Guy is Prince Charming!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man for you is Prince Charming.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a sensitive, romantic man who will understand and listen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enter into relationships for love and need a committed man who will provide plenty of love and security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/rightguyquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Guy is Right for *You*?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90840677?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90840677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90840677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90840677' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90780089</id><published>2003-03-15T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T14:57:34.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kissquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/romantic.jpg" alt="romantic " width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are A &lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kissquiz.html"&gt;Romantic Kisser&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;About Your Kissing Style:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;		 &lt;br /&gt;You'll only kiss if the mood is right and if you think you are falling in love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say you're old fashioned, but when you kiss, you see stars!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kiss from you, and anyone will be hooked forever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Kissing Style Says About You:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're no prude, but if you're going to get sexual, it needs to mean something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to take things slow, because it only makes them better in the long run.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're much more likely to find yourself engaged than in some stranger's bed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personal Kissing Matches and Mismatches:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and another Romantic Kisser is just pure bliss. You both enjoy the finer aspects of &lt;br /&gt;seduction and have the preference of taking things slow. It's practially love at first site.&lt;br /&gt;You'll also find yourself attracted to Juicy Kissers. The &lt;br /&gt;way a Juicy Kisser locks eyes with you and draws you in is almost cosmic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manic Kissers are to be avoided at all costs. These kissers &lt;br /&gt;love to kiss everyone and can never commit to one person. Next! Carnal Kissers aren't&lt;br /&gt;your style either. They'll push you for sex way too soon... and get very upset when they don't get their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kissquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Do *You* Kiss?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90780089?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90780089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90780089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90780089' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90674592</id><published>2003-03-13T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T18:34:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> LuvrOfLaughter39:  :-! or I will suffocate you with a banana &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  a banana eh? &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  well then. &lt;br /&gt; LuvrOfLaughter39:  :'( and you will cry&lt;br /&gt;hhhheeeeeellllllpppppppp &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  and how could you suffocate me with a...banana? &lt;br /&gt; LuvrOfLaughter39:  :-D&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;me&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;you &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  I dont get it &lt;br /&gt; LuvrOfLaughter39:  because I will kick your a%^&amp;ss&lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  lol...did you try to censor the ass &lt;br /&gt; LuvrOfLaughter39:  lol yes &lt;br /&gt; LuckyBear634:  good job &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90674592?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90674592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90674592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90674592' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90672775</id><published>2003-03-13T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T14:45:38.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why wont anything post!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90672775?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90672775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90672775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90672775' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90625596</id><published>2003-03-12T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T18:56:35.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Regardless of what you were taught to believe, there never was anything wrong with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90625596?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90625596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90625596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90625596' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90620284</id><published>2003-03-12T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T18:51:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think the people out here eat antiques....yeah, real screwed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90620284?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90620284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90620284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90620284' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90608975</id><published>2003-03-12T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T16:17:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life consists of codependency and shampooing my carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90608975?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90608975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90608975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90608975' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90602183</id><published>2003-03-12T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T11:20:54.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.datazap.net/free/masenko/quiz/ssm/ssm_cookie.gif" BORDER=0 WIDTH=200 HEIGHT=100 ALT="Which Sesame Street Muppet Are You?"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://powersugoi.net/quiz" TARGET="_top"&gt;Which Sesame Street Muppet Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90602183?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90602183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90602183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90602183' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90601967</id><published>2003-03-12T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T11:18:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/firefly7/1036898651_izziesfire.gif" border="0" alt="You are FIREFLY!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are FIREFLY! An adventuerous little pony with a&lt;br&gt;"Take no garbage" additude. Your&lt;br&gt;trademark move is the double inside out loop,&lt;br&gt;and you're just an all around awesome little&lt;br&gt;pony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/firefly7/quizzes/What%20old%20skool%20my%20little%20pony%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which My little Pony Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90601967?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90601967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90601967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90601967' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90549062</id><published>2003-03-11T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T14:57:20.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/enigmafreak86/1047195023_vealotbear.jpg" border="0" alt="Love A Lot Bear"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Love-A-Lot Bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just love everything you can get your hands on.&lt;br&gt;You wish everything was perfectly happy in the&lt;br&gt;world. You love and are loved back and it makes&lt;br&gt;you happy to see others smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/enigmafreak86/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20favorite%20Care%20Bear%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is your favorite Care Bear?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90549062?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90549062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90549062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90549062' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90548902</id><published>2003-03-11T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T14:54:31.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be your crying shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be love's suicide,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better when I'm older,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90548902?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90548902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90548902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90548902' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90392037</id><published>2003-03-08T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T23:41:17.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mormon dance, or Mikayla's suicidal issues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would &lt;a href="spideym634.hotmail.com"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; pick?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90392037?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90392037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90392037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90392037' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90392009</id><published>2003-03-08T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T23:42:51.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, &lt;b&gt;Sara!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90392009?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90392009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90392009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90392009' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90385013</id><published>2003-03-08T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T15:02:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could care less anymore about this petty garbage. Runner-up? Who the hell is keeping score? Only me. But I quit. I'm through.How pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90385013?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90385013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90385013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90385013' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90333222</id><published>2003-03-07T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T17:46:11.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Selbstmord über pillen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90333222?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90333222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90333222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90333222' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90276657</id><published>2003-03-06T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T18:52:47.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Selfishness:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 : concerned excessively or exclusively with oneself : seeking or concentrating on one's own advantage, pleasure, or well-being without regard for others &lt;br /&gt;2 : arising from concern with one's own welfare or advantage in disregard of others &lt;a selfish act&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jealousy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 : a jealous disposition, attitude, or feeling &lt;br /&gt;2 : zealous vigilance &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90276657?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90276657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90276657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90276657' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90272177</id><published>2003-03-06T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T17:23:54.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slash slash, and it'll all be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wont it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90272177?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90272177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90272177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90272177' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90212204</id><published>2003-03-05T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T18:36:06.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arghhhh, sometimes I could really kick my grandma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my advice to you:&lt;br /&gt;Tell him. You can't wait to tell him, this isn't like saying you forgot it was his birthday or something. His lack of self confindence &lt;br /&gt;and self-esteem is just holding you back; making you think that you can't possibly do something like this to him because it'll hurt&lt;br /&gt;him too much. All he is doing is bringing you down. He needs to learn to love himself. Gosh, how many times have I told you this?&lt;br /&gt;You can't keep putting it off. Just gather up all your courage, and say, " Look, I'm sorry, but we can't keep going on like this. Come&lt;br /&gt;June this is going to hurt us so bad we'll wonder why we didn't do it when we weren't as close. Being with you is wonderful, but it's &lt;br /&gt;going against everything I've ever said and believed. I always swore that I would wait until I was 16 to date. And I did. But being &lt;br /&gt;involved with you, 15, is a huge contradiction. I need time to think about what's important right now. And you need alone time too.&lt;br /&gt;You need to think about what's best for you, your integrity, and your standards. I'm sorry. And if you're mad, I understand. Just &lt;br /&gt;don't stop being my friend. I need your friendship more than anything. I hope in time you can forgive me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to go word for word or anything, but you get my point. You have to do this. You can't put it off, because it's going to&lt;br /&gt;be painful enough as it is. And he's going to hurt, and be mad, and probably wont talk to you for a while. But you can't let it get &lt;br /&gt;you down. You have to keep going with your gut instinct: Wait, and focus on what's best for you. Because of all the people in this&lt;br /&gt;situation, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; are the one you need to worry about. Only you can make you happy, sad, and everything else. You can do it. I have total faith in you. Just do it soon. Soon. I love you, you're my sister, and I'm here for you. Always. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90212204?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90212204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90212204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90212204' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90098939</id><published>2003-03-03T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T23:00:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"What a waste it is to lose one's mind. Or not to have a mind is being very wasteful. How true that is." &lt;br /&gt;- Dan Quayle, former U.S. Vice President&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that that man may have had the chance to run our nation. Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das Limpet! &lt;br /&gt;Egyptian Elvis&lt;br /&gt;I like green eggs, and I like ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90098939?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90098939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90098939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90098939' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90028218</id><published>2003-03-02T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T19:15:08.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Jack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90028218?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90028218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90028218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90028218' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90016946</id><published>2003-03-02T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T14:56:25.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spidey M6341: last night, i talked in my sleep, and tiffany talked back in hers&lt;br /&gt;ktmrider8a: kewl&lt;br /&gt;ktmrider8a: was brad there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90016946?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90016946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90016946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90016946' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-90007208</id><published>2003-03-02T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T10:52:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, it's almost been a week since I've posted. Sorry about that. I went to Disneyland. It was cool. I'm confused about things that &lt;br /&gt;are going on in my life. I'm confused about where I'm going next year, about whether I should really go through with confirmation or &lt;br /&gt;not, and ha, the most important one, how much I want to stop playing the piano. Which shall I start with? The easy one, the piano.&lt;br /&gt;For the past 6 months I've developed a sincere hate for the piano. I don't want to play it anymore, and I don't find it fun as I used to. I think it all started when my grandma started hounding me during the summer to get back into lessons. Usually, I am excited to get back into lessons every year, but this particular year, I didn't want to. But I did, thinking I was just in a slump. I've got to tell &lt;br /&gt;you that I hate the piano so much that I can't bear thinking about it. My grandma bought me an apartment piano for Christmas, &lt;br /&gt;which I was rather angry with. I know that sounds ingrateful, but I'm telling you the God honest truth. Every lesson I try to get out of, and I always have this plan that when I go next time, I'm going to tell my teacher, who I'm sure is rather fed up with my &lt;br /&gt;flakeyness regarding weekly lessons, that I want to quit, but I don't know how to tell my grandma. I'm tired of wasting my teacher's time, and my grandma's money. I hate it when she tells me that if I do quit, I'll be throwing away a wonderful talent. Well, I do know how to read music, and I do have access to a few pianos, so I wouldn't be wasting it really. I just wouldn't be playing it all the friggen time. IDK. I'll figure it out, some day.&lt;br /&gt;  Another thing that's been boggling my mind so to say is my relgious choices. I'm totally confused on whether or not I really want&lt;br /&gt;to go through with confirmation with the Catholic religion in the next 2 years. I don't go to church on my own, I've always been I &lt;br /&gt;guess forced by my family, the main influence being again, my grandma. I was baptized (well, sorta, it was the kinda yeah I'll just&lt;br /&gt;sprinkle ya with a little holy water and shaboom, you're Catholic) when I was seven, and I've honestly never understood one single &lt;br /&gt;liturgy in my 9 years of baptism. Now I don't know about you (and I really don't know why I keep referring to the imaginary 'you' that I keep talking to), but I don't think that that's a good thing. The most exciting part about going to Mass was the doughnuts at &lt;br /&gt;the end. I like CCD and all, but I guess I feel somewhat fake while I attend class. I think that I'm just there because the rest of my &lt;br /&gt;family goes, and so I must follow the line and be a Catholic. I don't know. A serious though process is needed to make a decision&lt;br /&gt;on this subject. Got any ideas? &lt;a href="spideym634@hotmail.com"&gt;E-mail me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I've still been seriously considering leaving Boulder and going to live with my Dad for junior year. I haven't really talked to him &lt;br /&gt;about it, and of course my mother and grandma are trying their hardest to change my already confused mind. I think it would be &lt;br /&gt;for the best if I did leave. I wouldn't fight with my mom, I wouldn't be constantly under pressure with my judgemental family and &lt;br /&gt;grandma, and I wouldn't go to the Catholic church, but rather the Christian one, which I understand much better. It's a time in most of the people my age's life to start seriously considering what's best for them in their future. Yeah. But it's all such a mess in &lt;br /&gt;my head. I need to talk to my dad about it. I know he would help me make a decision that's in my best interest, not just what he &lt;br /&gt;wants. Infact I think I'll call him right now. &lt;br /&gt;  Well, that's about all that's considered crisis in my world. I hope you're doing well. Gosh, I'm such a schizo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-90007208?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90007208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/90007208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90007208' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-89747262</id><published>2003-02-25T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T17:47:40.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-89747262?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/89747262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/89747262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89747262' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-89745805</id><published>2003-02-25T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T17:43:29.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love, Love will keep us together &lt;br /&gt;Think of me babe whenever &lt;br /&gt;Some sweet talking guy comes along singing his song &lt;br /&gt;Don't mess around, &lt;br /&gt;You got to be strong &lt;br /&gt;Just Stop, 'cause I really love You &lt;br /&gt;Stop, I'll be thinking of you &lt;br /&gt;Look in my heart and let love keep us together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, You belong to me now &lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna set you free now &lt;br /&gt;When those guys start hanging around talking me down &lt;br /&gt;Hear with your heart and you won't hear a sound &lt;br /&gt;Just Stop, 'cause I really love you &lt;br /&gt;Stop, I'll be thinking of you &lt;br /&gt;Look in my heart and let love keep us together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever&lt;br /&gt;young and beautiful &lt;br /&gt;Someday your looks will be gone &lt;br /&gt;When the others turn you off &lt;br /&gt;Who'll be turning you on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will, I will, I will, &lt;br /&gt;I will be there to share forever &lt;br /&gt;Love will keep us together &lt;br /&gt;Said it before and I'll say it again while others pretend &lt;br /&gt;I'll need you now and I'll need you then &lt;br /&gt;Stop 'cause I really love You&lt;br /&gt;Stop I'll be thinking of You&lt;br /&gt;Look in my heart and let love keep us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Captian and Tennile &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-89745805?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/89745805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/89745805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89745805' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-89690580</id><published>2003-02-24T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T16:50:28.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do I go now that I'm here&lt;br /&gt;I look up and the sun graces my face&lt;br /&gt;but the taste in my mouth is of hate&lt;br /&gt;to look down is frightening&lt;br /&gt;the thought of being alone keeps me awake at night&lt;br /&gt;with no sound and no one there to comfort&lt;br /&gt;when I should be sleeping, thoughts start running through my head&lt;br /&gt;I squint my eyes and shut them out, shut out the darkness shut out myself&lt;br /&gt;covering my head with blankets so the monsters can't come&lt;br /&gt;can't find my true self that needs to be acknowledged, I need to let it out&lt;br /&gt;I need to let myself out, I'm living a lie and I'm sick of it…I have many deep thoughts&lt;br /&gt;but everything that flies out of my mouth is shallow&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep doing this&lt;br /&gt;why do I do this? why can't I just let go&lt;br /&gt;let go of what haunts me, let go of what keeps the nightmares living&lt;br /&gt;let go of what I want but foolishly squandered away&lt;br /&gt;I let it the wanted things go, I let them go…others didn't take them from me&lt;br /&gt;I let them go&lt;br /&gt;those words are terrifying&lt;br /&gt;I let them go&lt;br /&gt;not they, but I&lt;br /&gt;it was me who did this, not these shadows dancing on the wall&lt;br /&gt;not the monsters creeping in my dreams, not the monsters creeping in my life&lt;br /&gt;I have so many great things but I can't get past this hole, &lt;br /&gt;there are ways to escape, to find the light that shines so bright&lt;br /&gt;but I can't, not now… but I can when I let the deep out and keep the shallow at bay&lt;br /&gt;my words will have meaning, my heart revealed&lt;br /&gt;the secrets of me kept locked away will find their place to live&lt;br /&gt;mistakes and regrets, they aren’t worth holding onto, but they captivate me&lt;br /&gt;always thinking, I can't do this I might regret it…what happened to the simplicity of happiness&lt;br /&gt;I'm starving myself, and if I don't keep feeding this delicacy of words to my soul I will collapse&lt;br /&gt;collapse in the arms of stoicism, of pretending and masks, of costumes and fakery&lt;br /&gt;wait this sounds familiar, this dramatic play of life is a rerun in my head, running over and over till I am sick, sick of masks and characters instead of reality, no one wants to be themselves, including me&lt;br /&gt;but that is all I want, to be… me, to desert my character and not need masks and theatrical lights to illuminate my face and personality, I need to rescue myself before I die and this stoicism reigns again, but I can't do this alone. &lt;br /&gt;it's a chapter of my life I might not be able to change, only time will tell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                -Courtney Cattoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope she doesn't mind me posting this. Such a visionary poet she is. Courtney, keep writing, blossom more into what you &lt;br /&gt;are becoming. You inspire me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-89690580?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/89690580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/89690580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89690580' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-89680194</id><published>2003-02-24T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T17:30:19.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The glitter! It's engulfing my body! Ahh Ahh Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaHAHAHahHAhaHHAHahAHhaHAHHAhahahHAHahHAHahHAHAhHAhHahaHAhHahHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-89680194?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/89680194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/89680194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89680194' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-89621966</id><published>2003-02-23T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T16:06:07.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Y/yourgoodfriend/1041831567_ebutpsycho.gif" border="0" alt="cute but psycho"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You&lt;br&gt;adorable, but a little out there. It's alright,&lt;br&gt;you might not have it all, but there are worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/yourgoodfriend/quizzes/which%20happy%20bunny%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;which happy bunny are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-89621966?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/89621966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/89621966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89621966' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-89621675</id><published>2003-02-23T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T16:00:06.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034108657_CAndreaquizeyesgreen.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Green Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What%20Color%20Eyes%20Should%20You%20Have%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color Eyes Should You Have?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-89621675?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/89621675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/89621675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89621675' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-89590243</id><published>2003-02-23T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T00:23:19.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.relentlessdivas.net" target="new"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://www.relentlessdivas.net/lisa.gif" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-89590243?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/89590243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/89590243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89590243' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021272.post-89570483</id><published>2003-02-22T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T15:15:51.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Don't move, sugarpuss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              -Courtney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our girls night out was successful. Thank goodness. One for How to Lose a guy, please. Oh man. And then they all like to sit on me and enable my suffication. Oh well. I don't like gyms, that's all. Why can't you just understand that? And especially with &lt;br /&gt;you three twigs. I felt more comfortable with basketball. Thank you for going though. Locking people out of the house tends to &lt;br /&gt;depress people greatly. I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean it to be directed at just Sam. Infact, I didn't even think about her in that &lt;br /&gt;process. Oh well, though. She feels that now she is a teenager. There's a dance tonight. I don't know if I'm going. I'll dress Brad up though. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;MLB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021272-89570483?l=spideym634.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/89570483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021272/posts/default/89570483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spideym634.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89570483' title=''/><author><name>Mikayla, Who  Got The Jibblies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331818727513741884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
