<?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-2177082152033520359</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:54:32.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lasting impressions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2177082152033520359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>court</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04921758403243554092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SNC7NqIe92I/AAAAAAAAAAM/O21QrQAHBYQ/S220/P6150213.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177082152033520359.post-321105527677969659</id><published>2009-02-25T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:57:52.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i wonder will you care when i'm gone and it's done and i've really had enough? and i'm sorry for the trouble it's been costing us soo much. splitting apart is getting harder to tell what you want. i'm so bored with these games.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;have you ever felt that life was starting to look up? like, everything was going good and you're just cruising along then something suddenly puts all that to a hault? well, hello to you too life-haulter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i had a friend. friend and i were best friends for two years. we were the typical attached at the hip-spent every free moment together-didn't do anything without the other type. to make a long story very, very short, things fell through. she blames it on a boy, i blame it on typical high school stuff: drama, drama, and drama. it was all too much for me so i said screw it. last time we talked was in june. last time we talked as best friends was december of 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;well, all that changed on thursday when friend texted me apologizing and wanting to be friends again. i told her it was all good, never had anything against her, but i didn't think i could be friends with her again. we talked about grabbing lunch and talking it out face-to-face, that's the only way we can ever get everything out in the open - feelings, thoughts, opinions. we'll see what happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;as if that didn't throw off my day enough, later that evening my parents and i had to take my sister to the ER. she fell while trying to break up a fight and smacked the back of her head pretty hard on the pavement. she didn't complain about it at first, but then she started to say that she felt really dizzy and then all hell broke lose. she started crying and screaming and she didn't know how to do anything or what was wrong. so we spent six hours in the ER and found out she had a concussion. it was one of the scariest things i've experienced, just with it being my little sister and because she was there of her head. it's always scary when something's wrong with a person's head, soo many possibilities. thankfully, she's okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;in other news. . . i'm finally nineteen. birthday was good, felt lots of love from all my friends and family. =) got nick and norah's infinite playlist!!!!! oh boy, that movie has some fantastic one-liners and an amazing soundtrack! plus, michael cera looks as cute as ever! i've been scoring major hours at work the passed week, thank goodness! i need all the money i can get! haha FINALLY got hsm3 yesterday!!!!!!!! wal-mart had sold-out of the extended version on tuesday and only had the boring version so i opted to wait. but yesterday when i went there with my dad i saw it and made him buy it for me! yes, i still cry every time i watch it. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't wait to go see this movie with my sister and cousin!! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SaX1fiWyD7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/2iCLwDMv9pg/s1600-h/jobros-3d-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306917658073108402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SaX1fiWyD7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/2iCLwDMv9pg/s320/jobros-3d-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2177082152033520359-321105527677969659?l=singingwhoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/feeds/321105527677969659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2177082152033520359&amp;postID=321105527677969659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2177082152033520359/posts/default/321105527677969659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2177082152033520359/posts/default/321105527677969659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/games.html' title='games'/><author><name>court</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04921758403243554092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SNC7NqIe92I/AAAAAAAAAAM/O21QrQAHBYQ/S220/P6150213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SaX1fiWyD7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/2iCLwDMv9pg/s72-c/jobros-3d-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177082152033520359.post-7329195902492930608</id><published>2009-01-24T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:36:14.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>running</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;be, be the one i need. be the one i trust most. don't stop inspiring me. sometimes it's hard to keep on running, work so much to keep on going. don't make me want to give up. running, running as fast as we can. do you think we'll make? we're running. keep holding my hand so we don't get seperated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;t-minus eleven days until i turn 19. i'm still scared, and i still feel old. nineteen always seemed like one of those awkward years you have growing up. it's your last year of being a teenager, but yet you're an adult, but you still have limits because you're not twenty-one yet. i don't know, it's just awkward. i'm still totally okay with the idea of going off to neverland and being part of peter's crew and fighting captain hook. i wonder if he'd give me a cool name or something. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;woohoo for finally finding some videos i can download that are in ipod format. i think all videos should come in wmv and ipod format! maybe when i upgrade from dial-up (yes, some people still have that haha) i'll be able to find more videos. it's been sprinkling for the past couple days. i love winter and all, but i'm kinda sick of being cold. spring please come soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this year has been pretty cool so far. a new president, a new job, a new outlook on life; i expect to learn a lot in '09. so far i haven't failed. i want to experience a lot this year too. i want to learn more about myself, more about the people i surround myself with, more about life in general. i love that learning is something you can do everyday. not even the smartest person in the world will ever know everything about everything. oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARAMORE'S OPENING FOR THE NO DOUBT 2009 SUMMER TOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;seriously, i squealed when i read the bulliten on myspace. i've been waiting for-freaking-ever for no doubt to release a new cd and tour again, but for it to be with paramore, that's like......i'm speechless. if you know me, you know that paramore is my favorite band. i've been there since the very beginning when they were on the pink stage at warped. i was there when they came to san deigo for the first time. i've been there for it all and i'm soo proud of them! i know i might sound a little ridiculous but i'm soo happy for all they've achieved. seriously, this is like a dream tour for me right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SXwEoz79NWI/AAAAAAAAACA/9wlAX3wmdBQ/s1600-h/cellphoneedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295112361063822690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SXwEoz79NWI/AAAAAAAAACA/9wlAX3wmdBQ/s320/cellphoneedit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2177082152033520359-7329195902492930608?l=singingwhoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7329195902492930608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2177082152033520359&amp;postID=7329195902492930608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2177082152033520359/posts/default/7329195902492930608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2177082152033520359/posts/default/7329195902492930608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/2009/01/running.html' title='running'/><author><name>court</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04921758403243554092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SNC7NqIe92I/AAAAAAAAAAM/O21QrQAHBYQ/S220/P6150213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SXwEoz79NWI/AAAAAAAAACA/9wlAX3wmdBQ/s72-c/cellphoneedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177082152033520359.post-1771552780879956670</id><published>2009-01-05T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:08:51.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inevitable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you remember when we were just kids, and cardboard boxes took us miles from what we would miss? school yard conversations taken to heart, and laughter took the place of everything we knew we were not. i wanna break every clock, the hands of time could never move again. we could stay in this moment for the rest of our lives. is it over now? hey, hey is it over now? i wanna be your last first kiss that you'll ever have. i wanna be your last first kiss.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;2009 is here! can you believe it?! i seriously can't get over how fast 2008 whizzed on by. new year's eve was spent at the best friend's house laughing, drinking, and just being our normal dorky selves. i loved that we brought that tradition back to life! ah, love that girl to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's crazy, in exactly one month i'll be nineteen years old. my last year as a teenager. no, i'm not stoked about it either! i'm that person that wants to go fly off to never never land with peter and fight captain hook so i wont have to grow up. it would be adventerous, right? anyway. . .nineteen. ugh! school maybe in session next month also, or in march. i haven't really decided yet. i'm still trying to work out all the kinks so i can do what i want to. at the rate i'm going, my semester off might turn into a year off. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately a lot of things have been eating away at my mind. some good, some bad. love is a strange thing, but something i whole-heartedly believe in. i believe every single person has a soul mate. i believe everyone deserves the right to be happy. i believe everyone deserves the right to love freely. wether any of those things are in a homosexual or heterosexual way, it doesn't matter. everyone deserves those three things. lately, it seems that true love is so rare with individuals. people throw love around like it's nothing, saying it to get what they want. something people don't seem to understand is that love isn't just a feeling, it's a passion. something that's meant to be soo strong and and feel soo strong that it takes over your mind, heart, body and soul. hopefully, more people will start remembering the true meaning of love and help bring it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;question of the day:&lt;/strong&gt; do you have any new years resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SWLJuNQ0lHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DsPwjC0SS5E/s1600-h/newyears6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288010708157764722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SWLJuNQ0lHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DsPwjC0SS5E/s320/newyears6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2177082152033520359-1771552780879956670?l=singingwhoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1771552780879956670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2177082152033520359&amp;postID=1771552780879956670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2177082152033520359/posts/default/1771552780879956670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2177082152033520359/posts/default/1771552780879956670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/2009/01/inevitable.html' title='inevitable'/><author><name>court</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04921758403243554092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SNC7NqIe92I/AAAAAAAAAAM/O21QrQAHBYQ/S220/P6150213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SWLJuNQ0lHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DsPwjC0SS5E/s72-c/newyears6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177082152033520359.post-5778257211682548711</id><published>2008-12-29T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T04:24:36.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>six feet under the stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meet me on thames street. i'll take you out, though i'm hardly worth your time. in the cold you look so fierce. but i'm warming up because the tension's like a fire. we'll hit south broadway in a matter of minutes. and like a bad movie, i'll drop a line. fall in the grave i've been digging myself. but there's room for two, six feet under the stars.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't believe 2009 is almost here! this year has gone by soo fast and soo much has happened! i never thought i could experience as much as i did this year. sometimes, it doesn't feel as if it all happened. i lived most of my life in the shadow of others. i was a leader when i needed to be, but 75% of the time i was a follower. i went with the flow. i let people walk all over me. i forgave too easily. i learned a lot this year, and i love how it changed me for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year i became an adult. i graduated high school as senior class president with honors. i stepped up to the plate when i needed to. i let go of people who were holding me back. i re-established flickering relationships. i fell in love. i stood up for myself. i stopped letting someone use me. i put myself first when needed. i took on more responsibility. i lost a friend. i took chances. i met some heroes. i did something i never though i'd do. i had fun. i laughed. i cried. i had the best day of my life. i had amazing memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all things go according to plan and that's what helps make life beautiful. this year hasn't all been a field of daisies and rainbows, but those bad times produced lessons. lessons i will forever remember. i can honestly say that this year has blown me away by it's beauty. i'm so blessed to be where i am today and to have experienced everything i have. i thank jesus everyday for the life he's given me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this year was this fantastic, then i can only imagine what 2009 is gonna be like, and i'm super stoked to find out!!! = D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;merry late christmas and happy new year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SVi-sqiU5aI/AAAAAAAAABw/jz97OCOeyhQ/s1600-h/xmas08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285183837261063586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SVi-sqiU5aI/AAAAAAAAABw/jz97OCOeyhQ/s320/xmas08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/2177082152033520359-5778257211682548711?l=singingwhoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5778257211682548711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2177082152033520359&amp;postID=5778257211682548711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2177082152033520359/posts/default/5778257211682548711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2177082152033520359/posts/default/5778257211682548711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/2008/12/six-feet-under-stars.html' title='six feet under the stars'/><author><name>court</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04921758403243554092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SNC7NqIe92I/AAAAAAAAAAM/O21QrQAHBYQ/S220/P6150213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SVi-sqiU5aI/AAAAAAAAABw/jz97OCOeyhQ/s72-c/xmas08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177082152033520359.post-6629313412283484885</id><published>2008-12-05T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:28:08.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for me this is haven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the time we have now ends. when the big hand goes round again. can you still feel the butterflies? can you still hear the last goodnight? close my eyes and believe wherever you are, an angel for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;soo much has happened in the past twenty-eight days since my last post. got hired at gap for seasonal, thanksgiving with my family, first black friday in retail (crazy!!), realizing what is really important to me, moving on, going to a transvestite bar, getting lost in the christmas spirit, and most importantly experiencing the best day of my life so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;kaelee and i took my sister and my cousin to see the jonas brothers and i've never been so moved until that night. a lot of people don't know this but my cousin is 16, one of the funniest people i know, and she's mentally challenged with autism and terrets. she can't really spell much more than her name, and her mentality is the same as a four year old's, but she will make you feel more loved than you've ever felt and she's soo full of life. i was in tears just about the entire time the jonas brothers were performing. seeing her jump and sing along and dance and wave to them and copy everything they did, it was just...incredible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;my mom and i had written a letter to 933 explaining our situation with my cousin and tried to make it possible for her to meet them but we never heard anything back. somehow, fate kind of happened to be by our side and my aunt had emailed my other two cousins the letter and one of my cousin's clients has a niece who works for the jb teams, travels all over the world with the and everything. she had called her niece while she was getting her hair done and her niece asked my cousin to forward the email to her. somehow, all out email addreses got deleted when the email went through but that doesn't even matter. just the fact that the jonas brothers have read that letter that meant soo much to every person who read it and that means even more to my family, it's indescribable. hopefully the next time they come to sd we will be able to meet them, so brandy can say hi and wave to them and oh man, that would seriously make my life, no lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's people who have a spirit and heart like her that can make movements happen. i'm just one of the lucky ones who got to witness it first hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE LOVE JB!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/STnitpLgKdI/AAAAAAAAABo/2AwKmnCWe7o/s1600-h/jb005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276497712217336274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/STnitpLgKdI/AAAAAAAAABo/2AwKmnCWe7o/s320/jb005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2177082152033520359-6629313412283484885?l=singingwhoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SNC7NqIe92I/AAAAAAAAAAM/O21QrQAHBYQ/S220/P6150213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/STnitpLgKdI/AAAAAAAAABo/2AwKmnCWe7o/s72-c/jb005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177082152033520359.post-5064086558467445449</id><published>2008-11-07T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T03:59:16.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i have this dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you can't keep us apart. even a thousand miles can't keep us apart. cause my heart, cause my heart is wherever you are. it's like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you. it's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do. and with every step together, we just keep on getting better. so can i have this dance? can i have this dance? can i have this dance?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBAMA 08!!!! soooo stoked he won! i'm sad to say that no, i did not vote. personally, i didn't feel i knew enough about each canidate to go and vote, but i was pulling for obama for what i did understand between him and mccain. i do hope that the whole repeal against proposition 8 goes through. ugh, i can't stand that stupid prop. but that's another story for another time. i've had enough politics for an early-early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my ROP class. thirteen more days until the waiting list starts for enrollment. i need to hurry and get my ss card and id. god i'm such a procrastinator. haha i seriously can't wait until i get to start! it'll all finally start to become a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday i took my sister to go see high school musical 3, and i'm kind of suprised to say that watching that movie is what got me to realize that i'm not in high school anymore. like i had said before, i never really felt like i graduated. even after i gave my speech, flipped my tassle, went to a football game as an alumni, and said see you later to all my friends that were leaving for college, i always felt like i was on an extended summer vacation. but watching that movie, that's when it finally hit me. i was blown away by it. yeah, i know it's hsm3 but still, i think that movie is absolutely amazing! kenny ortega did an incredible job, and it's definitely my favorite out of the three. now, i'll admit, i'm one of those people who get really into movies. i mean i'm one of those 'it's only you and the movie-nothing else exists-sometimes i don't even blink' people. i don't know why but i just get soo pulled into the plot, and the characters. that's exactly what happened when i watched that movie. in a way, the east high gang reminded me of my friends and i in high school. we've been together since 7th grade, and like kelly, jason, and marcus said at graduation, friends from high school should be friends for a lifetime. and, once again, i'll admit i did cry more than once while watching it. i just couldn't help it!! haha but hnasjkbfjkasbfasjkla IT WAS JUST SOO GOOD!!! i can't stop talking about it. i can't wait until i get to see it again!!!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thought of the week:&lt;/strong&gt; GO OUT AND SEE THIS MOVIE!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SRQqmpQcubI/AAAAAAAAABg/aznFJqs4_cI/s1600-h/highschoolmusical3poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265880707701193138" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SRQqmpQcubI/AAAAAAAAABg/aznFJqs4_cI/s320/highschoolmusical3poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2177082152033520359-5064086558467445449?l=singingwhoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5064086558467445449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2177082152033520359&amp;postID=5064086558467445449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177082152033520359.post-5876447957906607199</id><published>2008-10-31T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:11:07.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the poet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not looking for you to be anything but my ultimate enemy. so back off, you're not what i would prefer to see. when my body rots i still wont give you the courtesy. you came with fire for the last time. warrior poet once said, you're nor dead yet so live like you could be. warrior poet said, have no regrets when you're old. have no regrets when you're old. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i finished my ROP course for cosmetology yesterday thursday. our presentation went ok. ha, i kinda forgot to say some stuff but all well. all in all, i think we did pretty good. if i opened a salon, i'd hire us! haha now i just have to wait until november to put my name on the waiting list. hopefully i wont have to wait that long but we'll see. yyou can find a few more pictures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/singingwhoa/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; yes, i'm wearing a business suit and heels! haha&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;this past week i've been learning a lot about myself and my family while working with my dad and his friend. it's amazing how long you can know someone but still learn something new about them everyday. it might not come as a suprise to some people, but for those who don't know my dad was a drug addict and an alcoholic. it was 20 years ago when he decided that he needed to better himself and checked himself into rehab. i've heard countless stories about different things he's tried and how certain drugs make him feel. he doesn't hide anything he's experienced and that's why i respect him so much. he's open to answering any question i have about drugs or drug use. he's openly told stories to my friends who have asked him questions or if he just felt like they should be educated on the subject. i have never felt embarassed or ashamed because of my dad's past. i'll respect someone even more if they get the balls to ask someone who's a recovered drug addict or alcoholic a simple question to be more educated on that suject. a lot of people wonder why i don't drink or try pot or anything and to be completely honest with you, it is because of my dad. he is half of who i am. half of my blood line came from a drug addict and alcoholic. i have that 50% chance of drinking or trying a drug and getting addicted to that lifestyle. do i drink? sure on occasion but not at a party or anything. i drink when my dad hands me something and says, here try this. but what it comes down to is more of a personal choice not to get involved in the lifestyle of partying every weekend, whether it be getting high or drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i know that's the one thing my dad would be disappointed in me in, and i can't bear to even think about how much that would hurt him, not to mention my mom. my parents are some of my best friends. just how you wouldn't want to do anything to disappoint your best friend, i don't want to do anything to disappoint mine. so now you all know a little bit more into my personal life and why i make some of the coices i do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SQrJH25nxQI/AAAAAAAAABY/CAfnQKEahQ4/s1600-h/school004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263240251369309442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SQrJH25nxQI/AAAAAAAAABY/CAfnQKEahQ4/s320/school004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SQrJH3xBR5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/FrzRHGre1V8/s1600-h/school003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263240251601667986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SQrJH3xBR5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/FrzRHGre1V8/s320/school003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2177082152033520359-5876447957906607199?l=singingwhoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5876447957906607199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2177082152033520359&amp;postID=5876447957906607199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2177082152033520359/posts/default/5876447957906607199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2177082152033520359/posts/default/5876447957906607199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/2008/10/poet.html' title='the poet'/><author><name>court</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04921758403243554092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SNC7NqIe92I/AAAAAAAAAAM/O21QrQAHBYQ/S220/P6150213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SQrJH25nxQI/AAAAAAAAABY/CAfnQKEahQ4/s72-c/school004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177082152033520359.post-1690235152888964329</id><published>2008-10-24T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T03:51:26.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why georgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i wonder sometimes about the outcome of a still verdictless life. am i living it right? am i living it right? am i living it right? why, georgia why?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;school has been zipping by. two weeks down, one more to go. we have a presentation for a group project on tuesday, wednesday school reps are gonna come and talk to us, and then thursday we get our completion letters. super stoked!! i'm definitely gonna miss my starbucks runs though. totally love hanging out there, drinking my frappuccino or hot chocolate (sometimes both), and watching the softball games that are played across the street while i wait for my dad to pick me up. sometimes we just sit and watch them together. after next week i get to start playing again, so i'm really excited for that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;saturday is all about scream zone with kristen and some other people. why the heck she invited me is beyond me. i'm the biggest pansy in the world and she knows this!! hello slight panic attacks, raspy voice from screaming, and having the shit scared out of me. god, i'm gonna hate this. all well. i can suck it up for a night with my best friend. nine years and counting, she's definitely gonna be the life-long friend. i friggen love her to death! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;recently, i had a very interesting conversation with a very close friend. we were talking about our fears and my biggest one is growing up. yes, i know it sounds a little childish, but it's true. i am scared to death of growing up. i've known what i wanted to do in life since i was 13, i know where i want to settle down when i start a family one day, i know what i expect from myself, but i can't help but be scared for that all to happen. maybe not so much of becoming what i want to be, but more along the lines of settling down, starting a family, and getting into the routine of playing the role of the 9-5, middle aged, working woman with a family to take care of. i don't know, maybe i'm over-analyzing it, but i can't help it. it's not that i don't have faith in myself that i wont be good at that role, but gah, i don't know how to explain this. but while talking to this friend i realized that i need to stop thinking soo much into the future and just focus on right now, the present. i've always told people whatever happens happens. i believe everything happens for a reason and the more you focus on the future, the less time you spend appreciating the present. now, all i need to do is follow my own advice, and that's what i plan on doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;off-topic thought:&lt;/strong&gt; everyone should go listen to demi lovato's cd &lt;em&gt;don't forget&lt;/em&gt;. LOVE IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SQGoKIh9_tI/AAAAAAAAABI/CjduQ0LRMow/s1600-h/Untitled9699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260670731787566802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SQGoKIh9_tI/AAAAAAAAABI/CjduQ0LRMow/s320/Untitled9699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2177082152033520359-1690235152888964329?l=singingwhoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1690235152888964329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2177082152033520359&amp;postID=1690235152888964329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177082152033520359.post-5527437564819764454</id><published>2008-10-04T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:22:43.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's the state of bliss you think you're dreaming. it's the happiness inside that you're feeling. it's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry. this innocence is brilliant, i hope that it will stay. this moment is perfect, please don't go away. i need you now. and i'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;being in this whole "you're an adult now that you're 18. you can do this on your own now" world is still new to me, although, as of tomorrow, i've been here for seven months. for example, i didn't know that with credit cards you're just supposed to make a monthly payment, i thought you had to pay the whole thing off before you charged anything else to it! i think it might be a little dangerous for me now that i know i can keep charging stuff to it, but i'm going to try my hardest to resist the urges. i think the hardest time i'll have with it is if i move out and have to keep up on everything cause my roommates are slackers. honestly, i don't think it'll be that bad though. cross your fingers that it isn't just in case. ugh, i need to get a job soon. i hate being broke, especially when i have to think about school, gas, a car, and maybe moving out. oh goodness. coach please hire me when you open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i realized i have this strange......liking of reading people's blogs/journals regardless of if i know them or not. weird? yeah, i think in a small way it is, but i think the fact that i know some other person in the world is going through something similar to what you're going through in life is relieving. it's also neat to read how other people live their life and go through experiences, how they decide to approach a situation. not everyone has the same life, views, or struggles as you do, and to know that is thrilling. knowing that i'm me and i'm the only 'me' in the entire world is refreshing. we live in a world of trends where finding something unique is a needle in a haystack. but being who you are, where you come from, what you believe in, where you're going in life, that's something only you have control of. life is something that isn't a trend. a trend is something someone volunteers to participate in, life is something you're brought into. you don't have a choice if you want to participate or not. the diversity of cultures, problems, and people is what makes life beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;random fun fact:&lt;/strong&gt; i only eat toast when there's melted peanut butter on top.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SOgkWuNx29I/AAAAAAAAAA4/_qdguwaJQk0/s1600-h/world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253488938109230034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SOgkWuNx29I/AAAAAAAAAA4/_qdguwaJQk0/s320/world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SOgkI2DwFgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZlsVfMP1ruw/s1600-h/world.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2177082152033520359-5527437564819764454?l=singingwhoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SOgkWuNx29I/AAAAAAAAAA4/_qdguwaJQk0/s72-c/world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177082152033520359.post-2776664246850818612</id><published>2008-10-02T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T02:52:13.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's a weird world don't you know it? it's a weird would and it wont slow down. it's a weird world no matter how you roll it. hey hey hey, sweet baby. there's a way just stand up and fight it. hey hey hey, never give up and don't let it wear you out, your love. it's a weird world, yeah.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i found my old journal from back in the elementary days. definitely some old memories came back to make me smile. hahaha i love myself when i was a little tyke! i can't wait to read that thing 10 years from now and see if those same feelings and memories come to mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;life's been going good lately. had a family reunion this past weekend with my dad's side of the family. it was nice catching up with everyone and eating some yummy food. =) my brother got me sick a few days ago so i've just been trying to sleep it off. my nose and head are all gross and my nose wont stop running. ugh, kill me now please! hopefully i get better soon. i really don't want to start my ROP course with a cold. aahh 11 MORE DAYS!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;highlight of the week -&lt;/strong&gt; got the jobro tickets yesterday!! i think they're nosebleed seats but i could careless. i can't wait to see my cousin's reaction when they get on stage. i'm gonna try super-duper hard to find a way so she can meet them. that would seriously make my life, no lie. no one deserves them more than that girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SOSYdWCG1PI/AAAAAAAAAAo/55Fzc-_1zDU/s1600-h/fredit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252490695318885618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SOSYdWCG1PI/AAAAAAAAAAo/55Fzc-_1zDU/s320/fredit1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, she's not my kid. i swear, i get asked that question at least three times when we go out in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2177082152033520359-2776664246850818612?l=singingwhoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2776664246850818612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2177082152033520359&amp;postID=2776664246850818612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2177082152033520359/posts/default/2776664246850818612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2177082152033520359/posts/default/2776664246850818612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/2008/10/weird-world.html' title='weird world'/><author><name>court</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04921758403243554092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SNC7NqIe92I/AAAAAAAAAAM/O21QrQAHBYQ/S220/P6150213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SOSYdWCG1PI/AAAAAAAAAAo/55Fzc-_1zDU/s72-c/fredit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177082152033520359.post-3360533601865056525</id><published>2008-09-21T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T02:34:29.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life's what you make it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't let no small fustration ever bring you down, no, no, no, no. just take a situation and turn it all around. with a new attitude everything can change, make it all you want it to be. staying mad why do that? give yourself a break. laugh about it and you'll see. life's what you make it, so lets make it rock. life's what you make it so c'mon. c'mon everybody now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i've tried like three or four times already to make an entry in this thing, but my thoughts are all scattered right now. my brain is a mess! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;for the past two hours i've been reading all the blogs, new and old, on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twloha.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;twloha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;'s myspace. i'm soo happy this cause has blown up and become what it is now. i remember when they had about 1,000 friends and we're about to do their first big-name festival. i love seeing things grow and develop and people not being afraid to be apart of something that brings a great deal of life to others. i can't wait to order my hoodie from them in a few days!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;do you sometimes wonder what people meant by actions speak louder than words? well, i did. i mean yeah there's obvious examples of that saying (ex - cheating on your boyfriend/girlfriend, ect...) but i guess i had never been in a situation where that saying couldn't have been more true. honestly, it's kind of like a slap in the face. worst is, it's also a broken promise. i mean, i guess the situation is out of my hands but still. getting asked the same question over and over and over again is getting really old now and it just makes me realize over and over and over again how the outcome became a reality. because even though i was hoping for the best, i think subconciously i knew the worst was the truth, but me being me, couldn't seem to grasp that concept. it's just the type of person i am...trying to always make sure i think the best of things. i'm embracing reality though because one day those questions, or well mostly question, wont be asked. one day i wont have to give that answer. even though there's that one day, it's everyday that i think about it. and to be quite honest...i don't think that will ever go away. somehow, that doesn't hit me as a negative thing necessarily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3198/2864271923_077cbf7d67.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3198/2864271923_077cbf7d67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannah montana 3D movie party!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2177082152033520359-3360533601865056525?l=singingwhoa.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SNC7NqIe92I/AAAAAAAAAAM/O21QrQAHBYQ/S220/P6150213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3198/2864271923_077cbf7d67_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177082152033520359.post-2190516428939257641</id><published>2008-09-17T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:54:26.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bb good</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;you gotta be be good to me. i'm gonna be be good to you. we'll be happy as can be. just gotta be e good to me, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's amazing how graduation comes and in my head i'm like, 'i'm still going to see these poeple.' friday night it had finally set in that i'll go days, weeks, months, and years without seeing those people that surrounded me for the past 5 and a half years. i was super stoked to see old friends at the football game though, not to mention hanging out with deanna, cynthia, and laura before they leave for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was all about kaelee!! =) we went cosmic bowling for her birthday, then proceeded to have a jonas brothers marathon by watching all the shows they were on that i missed. i love those boys! (ps - happy birthday nick!) i love our good times!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was.......eventful. haha we headed on over to megan's wedding down at the harbor in mission beach. i had never worn heels that high before. i must say, i am quite proud of myself for the fact that i not once tripped, stumpled, or fell!! woohoo!!!!!! amanda made a gorgeous bride's maid and megan looked beyond gorgeous in her wedding gown! we did feel a little awkward at the reception just because the only person we knew who wasn't in the wedding was amelia, but her and her boyfriend were just as confused as us so we made a great group. haha all in all, it was a very blessed day and i'm very happy that i got to be a part of it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-cut text="pictures!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3227/2865103550_d7143e6803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3227/2865103550_d7143e6803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me, amanda, megan, kaelee, and amelia!! there was such a bad glare where we were sitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3046/2864271707_08f0a43f47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3046/2864271707_08f0a43f47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me, deanna, and laura at the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/LJ-CUT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2177082152033520359-2190516428939257641?l=singingwhoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2190516428939257641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2177082152033520359&amp;postID=2190516428939257641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2177082152033520359/posts/default/2190516428939257641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2177082152033520359/posts/default/2190516428939257641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/2008/09/bb-good.html' title='bb good'/><author><name>court</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04921758403243554092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SNC7NqIe92I/AAAAAAAAAAM/O21QrQAHBYQ/S220/P6150213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3227/2865103550_d7143e6803_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177082152033520359.post-2598239787352279620</id><published>2008-09-11T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:01:49.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>temporary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it's all a game. i know we'll stay the same, but repitition ends in failure. and everytime, i see it in your eyes. when repitition ends we'll start over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;life......life is definitely an adventure that loves to keep you on your toes. sometimes, i don't like staying on my toes. i like having my feet planted, knowing i'm grounded, secure. but then, once things become too routine, i like a little change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tomorrow is a journey back to the old stompin grounds. haha i've only been out of high school for almost 3 months and i still dread going back to that place. well, not exactly dread but you know when you pass by your school on holiday breaks or during summer and you're like 'man i don't miss that place'? well that's how it feels. i miss my friends but definitely not waking up at 6:30am to go there. haha it should be fun. can't wait to see some friends that are still stuck there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2177082152033520359-2598239787352279620?l=singingwhoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2598239787352279620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2177082152033520359&amp;postID=2598239787352279620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2177082152033520359/posts/default/2598239787352279620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2177082152033520359/posts/default/2598239787352279620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingwhoa.blogspot.com/2008/09/temporary.html' title='temporary'/><author><name>court</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04921758403243554092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k3Kf6WdJR78/SNC7NqIe92I/AAAAAAAAAAM/O21QrQAHBYQ/S220/P6150213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
