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Tuesday, September 23, 2008





Today is Tuesday&#8230;&#8230;. ;
Today is Tuesday. OMG I WISH IT WAS FRIDAY ALREADY!  Babysitting all day every day is tough work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Bitch&#8230;that I have been
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Tuesday, September 23, 2008</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Today is Tuesday&#8230;&#8230;. ;</p>
<p class="blogContent">Today is Tuesday. OMG I WISH IT WAS FRIDAY ALREADY!  Babysitting all day every day is tough work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</p>
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Sunday, September 21, 2008</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Bitch&#8230;that I have been</p>
<p class="blogContent">Sad&#8230; yep thats how I have been lately&#8230; yah its that with a bunch of blah-ness,blue-ness and frustration mixed in to it.  Emotionally I&#8217;ve been going crazy for about two weeks now. I&#8217;m a tiny bit better right now because I&#8217;m trying to be positive and keep busy that seems to help but I know I&#8217;m over reacting.  Maybe it&#8217;s wrong for me to be this way but I really miss my boyfriend and its really starting to get to me. I actually think its harder every week to say goodbye. I am still so happy for my GK boy and I don&#8217;t ever want him to think I would want things any other way&#8230; I feel so bad telling him that I miss him and want him to come home&#8230; 32 days until he graduates&#8230;waiting&#8230;yep I will be waiting and hoping the time flies&#8230; I miss you so much Garrett, I&#8217;m sorry for being so bitchy lately&#8230; and I had a great time this weekend.</p>
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Monday, September 08, 2008</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">This Friday Garrett will be 50% done at PTI!! YAY!!!!!!</p>
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<p>I can&#8217;t believe it&#8217;s September already.  It&#8217;s been cold the last few days and its really felt like fall, which is so strange I still feel like it should be the middle of July blistering hot! But&#8230; thank god its not because I don&#8217;t like the hot..so hot.. <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> .  I love fall it is probably my favorite season of the year. I love when it starts to get cool at night and you can wear jeans and a hoodie. Sitting around bonfires, camping, going to apple orchards, pumpkin patches, halloween parties, haunted houses&#8230;. love it all!</p>
<p>Garrett and I have been doing great, it&#8217;s sad not having him around  during  the week but it just makes the time on the weekends that much better. We talk as much as we can, and I write him letters at school. I didn&#8217;t get to see him this weekend at all so I really can&#8217;t wait for Friday. I had drill in Des Moines all day Friday, Saturday, and Sunday so Garrett decided to stay in Champaign and see what its like down there. CRAZY he said&#8230; <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Saturday &#8230; I&#8217;m thinking Garrett and I should go on a date&#8230;.yep a date&#8230;. we haven&#8217;t really been on one of those for a while *long while* so I have to think of something fun to do&#8230; hopefully he will be game.. well.. okay we don&#8217;t have to go on  a date date&#8230; but something together would be nice change of pace.</p>
<p>I really want to go camping&#8230;&#8230; maybe I could make it happen.. ya think? hmm&#8230;lets see&#8230;. if not this weekend maybe next? or the following&#8230;or maybe atleast once this year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">2 weeks down 10 more to go!</p>
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<p>It was 7 months ago today that Garrett and I started dating&#8230; but he isn&#8217;t here in the QC he&#8217;s back at PTI so I get to talk to ya&#8217;ll about it. YAY!&#8230; <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' />  and he doesn&#8217;t have internet access right now so I get to talk to him once a day.. Which is better than nothing&#8230; he just spoils me normally and talks to me all the time so this switch in things makes me pouty. so we are 1/6th of the way done? Once I get a new job the time should go by faster&#8230; I hope! I love that GK boy so much that he is worth the wait. Besides I&#8217;m so happy for him. He is only a few hours a way and I see him every week&#8230;(but I will be sad when I have drill and don&#8217;t see for 2 weeks!!!) I&#8217;ve gone longer than that not seeing him so I will just have to be okay&#8230;. Putting off putting the resume together&#8230; joy.. if you guys know of any good jobs out there&#8230; let me know?</p>
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Thursday, August 07, 2008</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Summer lovin’!!!!</p>
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<p> <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  Is it really August? OMG&#8230; it really is. I can&#8217;t remember where these weeks have gone. Garrett gave me a claddagh ring last month at our 6 month mark I was very surprised when he told me what he was going to do and I thought it was so sweet! </p>
<p>In other news&#8230; GARRETT IS OFFICIALLY AT THE POLICE ACADEMY!!! He passed his physical  fitness test this monday (august 4th)  he drove down to champaign the day before for orientation.  I was so so nervous for him&#8230; and now I&#8217;m excited and trying not to be lonesome&#8230; PTI (the academy) last for 12 weeks&#8230; Forever from now if you ask me.  But I&#8217;m a big girl and i&#8217;m trying not to pout too much because I have 11 weeks left after tomorrow and that is way to many pouting days. oh well up date soon&#8230; He will be home tomorrow night  so I won&#8217;t cry then!!! YAY! </p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Oh how time can fly!</p>
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<p>Wow&#8230; time has certainly started to fly by&#8230;. I&#8217;m sitting here at Garrett&#8217;s desk &#8230; he is just outside the room and I just looked at him and he smiled at me&#8230; =) It still amazes me everyday how happy he makes me! We&#8217;ve been dating for over 5 months now! I was gone on the 17th which was kind of sad but I got to talk with him everyday so that made up for it.</p>
<p>I packed alot of things into the last few weeks.. Graduation was last month&#8230; (can&#8217;t remember if I talked about that&#8230;can&#8217;t even remember the last time I blogged) Started working ADSW/ADOS&#8230; whatever you want to define it as&#8230;basically working fulltime/active duty for the National Guard&#8230;nice pay check..doing that through the end of the summer&#8230;</p>
<p>I got to experience lovely flood duty&#8230; which&#8230;I didn&#8217;t see a drop of water. But I did my job&#8230;supporting those who got to do all the fun jobs (aka) the dirty work. Basically I was up from before 5am to about Midnight everyday. 3 HyVee meals a day&#8230;Whoopie!!!!!! I think there were days where I didn&#8217;t leave that *(@*&amp; high school&#8230;. The high lite of my flood duty experience was one church service (which I coordinated&#8230;duh&#8230;job duty) and a trip to Walmart!!!!!  14 days of pure bliss!!!!! And I had to miss one of my baby cousins wedding because of being active and stupid guard duty!!!!!!!!! Congrats you two!!!!!</p>
<p>MY BROTHER IS COMING HOME SOON!!!!!!!!! YAH! Robert (cross your fingers!) is coming home on leave for two weeks this week&#8230; he should be home at the end of this coming week! I can&#8217;t wait! We are going to throw a birthday party/fourth of July party this Friday for Him and Megan. Becca and Paul are flying in that morning because we are leaving for Minnesota the next morning. There is going to be a lot of us going! All my siblings will be with, my grandma and grandpa, mame, mom and dad, godfather Scott, Paul,Megan, Becca, Robert, Ben, Cat, Ann, Garrett!!!!!!!! Robert hasn&#8217;t gone in a few years so this is an awesome experience! This will be both Megan and Garretts first year (I&#8217;m so happy Garrett is coming with! You have no idea how important, and what a big deal this is for him to be with!) Gosh I so can&#8217;t wait! This next week is just going to drag!!!!!!!</p>
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<p>A long lost friend asked me today how the wedding plans were going and all I could say was&#8230;&#8221;yah&#8230;thats a funny story&#8221; I hadn&#8217;t seen her since the end of fall semester&#8230;wow I hadn&#8217;t realized she didn&#8217;t know&#8230; (I felt bad) but I don&#8217;t feel bad&#8230; the day we officially ended things was 6 months ago today&#8230; seems like a  life time ago&#8230;&#8230; What was I thinking back then? If you have any idea please clue me in&#8230;Because I sure as hell have no idea why I was settling&#8230;.</p>
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<p>Other news&#8230;.. Garrett got a call back from East Moline!!!!!! Oh gosh that makes me so happy! He took his polygraph test this past Wednesday and passed ofcourse! In just over a month he needs to pass his physical fitness test (aug 2 I think) then its off to the police academy on the 3rd of Aug! I&#8217;m going to miss him so much but its totally worth it! He will be done at PTI in the November time frame, I&#8217;m so excited for him! Its about time that he was given the opportunity to achieve the goals he set out for himself !</p>
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<p>Its a strange feeling being a college graduate&#8230; I keep feeling like something is missing&#8230;. like I need to be doing something after work&#8230;homework I think it is&#8230; strange not going to lecture&#8230; or thinking about the classes you need to take next semester. I can pick up a book&#8230;(not a text book mind you) and read it for fun!!!!!! Still have the plan in mind to go get my masters degree&#8230;but the thought of going back to school right now is a no way jose. Next year this time&#8230; I&#8217;m sure I&#8217;ll be itching to do something!</p>
<p>Since I&#8217;ve babled on forever about everything&#8230;and nothing of interest im sure I will end this rant&#8230;.. I will write again&#8230;&#8230;.but who knows when&#8230;&#8230;. =)</p>
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Tuesday, May 20, 2008</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">thoughts that burn&#8230;.</p>
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<p>I&#8217;ve been thinking about alot of things lately&#8230;. one of them being how its funny how things never turn out the way you imagine&#8230; Life is predictible and unpredictible all at the same time.  I wish I could see the future sometimes&#8230;  there are just somethings you want to know about&#8230; for example I wish I would have seen that a relationship/friendship was a waste of time&#8230; or that studying your ass off for an exam really would  make the difference&#8230; I don&#8217;t know just stuff&#8230; hmm&#8230; But then I think again do I really want to know there is no hope? or that something that feels so right&#8230;really is so wrong&#8230; I know that its reality..but it kind of sucks&#8230; you know its funny how this sort of thing works&#8230;really it is&#8230; sometimes you never know what is going on in your life until it all goes to hell&#8230;well you think its going to hell.. but really it might be for the best&#8230; well&#8230;in the instance I&#8217;m thinking of thank god it all went to hell&#8230;!!!!!</p>
<p>Well in other news&#8230; I&#8217;m a college graduate! Yah! Okay&#8230;so yeah it is fun to say but what am I going to do about it? I&#8217;m in actuality&#8230;a bum&#8230;okay so a partially employed bum but a bum none the less&#8230;. I feel&#8230;like a hobo&#8230;.(i just felt like saying hobo&#8230;.) whatever&#8230;.</p>
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<p>The weather is driving me crazy its May and I&#8217;m sitting in my front room freezing my fingers off what gives? I bought a swim suit the other day&#8230;and damn it I want to use it before the fricken season is over!! haha&#8230;okay&#8230;so I&#8217;m sure some fine weather is on its way&#8230;.but geesh&#8230;.come on already!</p>
<p>ROBERT IS COMING HOME ON LEAVE SOON!!!!! Yah you know how exciting that is??? SUPER exciting!!!! So I know I won&#8217;t see him until  July but he is leaving for home next month&#8230; (the 30th) so I&#8217;ll get to see him around the 3 of July&#8230;then its time for Vacation in Minnesota! Which is awesome because he hasn&#8217;t been to the lake with us in 2 years&#8230; and what better way to get away from Iraq then to go to our home away from home???? YAH!!!! Count down has begun!!!!!!</p>
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<p>I&#8217;ve been dating Garrett for 4 months now&#8230; and it has been wonderful! I&#8217;m falling for him more and more everyday&#8230; I never realized things could be this great&#8230; I don&#8217;t know how to describe it.. but I feel completely happy&#8230; he makes me feel like I can do or be anything&#8230;I don&#8217;t have to hide who I am&#8230; I can tell him exactly how I feel and not have to worry about sugar coating it&#8230;. (but he is so great&#8230;no sugar coating is necessary!) Garrett if you read this&#8230; Thank you for being so caring and amazing&#8230; and you are so wonderful to me! Mwah!</p>
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<p>Oh&#8230; heard this song&#8230; dedicating it to the ex love&#8230; and I do mean&#8230;ex&#8230; he was a waste of time&#8230;broke my heart&#8230;and I was the fool who let him do it&#8230;</p>
<p>&#8220;Never Again&#8221;</p>
<p>I hope the ring you gave to her turns her finger green<br />
I hope when you&#8217;re in bed with her<br />
You think of me<br />
I would never wish bad things but I don&#8217;t wish you well<br />
Could you tell<br />
By the flames that burned your words</p>
<p>I never read your letter<br />
&#8216;Cause I knew what you&#8217;d say<br />
Give me that Sunday school answer<br />
Try to make it all okay</p>
<p>Does it hurt<br />
To know I&#8217;ll never be there<br />
Bet it sucks<br />
To see my face everywhere<br />
It was you<br />
Who chose to end it like you did<br />
I was the last to know<br />
You knew<br />
Exactly what you would do<br />
And don&#8217;t say<br />
You simply lost your way<br />
She may believe you<br />
But I never will<br />
Never again</p>
<p>If she really knows the truth she deserves you<br />
A trophy wife oh, how cute<br />
Ignorance is bliss<br />
But when your day comes and he&#8217;s through with you<br />
And he&#8217;ll be through with you<br />
You&#8217;ll die together but alone</p>
<p>You wrote me in a letter<br />
You couldn&#8217;t say it right to my face<br />
Give me that Sunday school answer<br />
Repent yourself away</p>
<p>Does it hurt<br />
To know I&#8217;ll never be there<br />
Bet it sucks<br />
To see my face everywhere<br />
It was you<br />
Who chose to end it like you did<br />
I was the last to know<br />
You knew<br />
Exactly what you would do<br />
And don&#8217;t say<br />
You simply lost your way<br />
They may believe you<br />
But I never will<br />
Never again</p>
<p>Never again will I hear you<br />
Never again will I miss you<br />
Never again will I fall to you<br />
Never&#8230;<br />
Never again will I kiss you<br />
Never again will I want to<br />
Never again will I love you<br />
Never!</p>
<p>Does it hurt<br />
To know I&#8217;ll never be there<br />
Bet it sucks<br />
To see my face everywhere<br />
It was you<br />
Who chose to end it like you did<br />
I was the last to know<br />
You knew<br />
Exactly what you would do<br />
And don&#8217;t say<br />
You simply lost your way<br />
They may believe you<br />
But I never will<br />
I never will<br />
I never will<br />
Never again</p>
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Saturday, March 29, 2008</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Icky!!!</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Easter today!</p>
<p class="blogContent">What a crazy Easter Sunday today is&#8230;Beautiful&#8230;but definitely not spring like. It’s way too cold and Snowy to be considered spring (atleast in my opinion). I woke up this morning to a blaring radio&#8230;and I have no idea how it turned on..(Garrett and I think that Salem may be responsible for that.) Hmmm&#8230;.interesting and  kind of creepy&#8230; We went to church with his family around eleven, then came back to my parents house for brunch around one. After food time we started to put together a puzzle with my grandparents and mame.</p>
<p>Right now I’m sitting at Garrett’s desk watching him sleep and listening to the dryer(drier) Idk? going <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> &#8230; Its kind of fun to watch him sleep because every once in a while he twitches or wiggles. I wish I had my camera on me because a video would be very cute. Hurt keeps coming in the room looking at me with his big eyes thinking he is going to get my new froggie &#8230;I have news for you buddy&#8230;its not happening!!! <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  Shortly we are going to head out to have dinner with Garrett’s family. (Which is going to be interesting because I’m already a tad on the full side) Brunch was way too tasty&#8230;opps!</p>
<p>I keep thinking about the letter I wrote yesterday&#8230;I hope I didn’t really say anything too hurtful&#8230;my intentions aren’t to be mean&#8230; but it’s hard to stay completely focused and to let things go without venting&#8230; the relationship with Matt was wonderful while it lasted(we had are ups and downs)&#8230;but we both know that we were done and just trying to hold something together that wasn’t meant to be. What hurts is thinking that I failed at something&#8230;my mind knows that it wasn’t a failure..but my heart feels another way. You learn alot from relationships and breakups and I hope that I can apply the things I’ve learn to the relationship I have with Garrett.  I know nothing will ever be perfect&#8230;but I wish it could be&#8230;he is simply amazing..I’ve said it over and over again..but he is practically perfect in every way. He everything I could ever need and want&#8230;Ugh&#8230;I know there are never any guarantees but I hope this work out between me and Garrett&#8230;. I LOVE YOU SWEETIE!!!!</p>
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Saturday, March 22, 2008</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">A letter to the ex</p>
<p class="blogContent"><span style="font-size:x-small;color:#ff0000;">AAHHHHHHHHH! why the hell can’t I let my annoyance pass&#8230;I am annoyed!!! I hate that I still get mad about that bitch (yes that is what pops into my head, but no you aren’t one) Matt is dating.  Whatever&#8230;I don’t even want to be dating him any more because that time in my life is done and over and he broke my heart and he will never be trusted with it again. But still I think about all the time and love I put into that relationship&#8230;when I first found out about Marissa Ewing all those months ago I thought it was kind of cute that some little high school students was developing a crush on my boyfriend. No harm there right. But I should have known better that ofcourse Matt wouldn’t tell her or anyone for that matter that he had a girlfriend. I quote &#8220;I don’t like to mix my work and home life&#8221;. OH how mad did that little ugh&#8230;girl get when she found out the love of her life had a girlfriend (actually I’m sure I was engaged to Matt when she found out) but I guess that didn’t slow her down at all. Matt was spending more time at work, and she was going into his work to see her mom&#8230;sure&#8230;&#8230;. were you guys dating at that point? Because I don’t think you normally ask just any guy to take your virginity if you aren’t atleast in a relationship with them&#8230;oooh bad choice&#8230;.   What pisses me off is I kept asking Matt to atleast tell them about me&#8230;and what pisses me off even more was that when I met Marissa..I actually thought she was kind of nice&#8230;I love how she had to be there that night&#8230;Matt you knew it&#8230;you knew I did not want to meet her&#8230; To meet the girl you were dreaming about when you were with me. you were breaking my heart for months and you wouldn’t stop&#8230;. Matt I wish you never asked me to marry you&#8230; I honestly mean that now. You hadn’t given me all of your heart that there was to give. I was compeltely devoted to you&#8230;there was absolutely no body else but you. I realize now that the idea of me was great to you but we would never work because obviously you never really wanted me.  You wanted all those other girls.. you only stayed with me because I was there. You should have ended things Matt. You should have done what you obviously wanted to do. All I ever wanted was your love and all you ever wanted was the next great fuck of your life&#8230; I hope Ms. Ewing was everything you ever dreamed of&#8230;. I wish the best for the both of you I hope you two are satisfied in destroying my emotions&#8230;satisfied that I’m questioning every moment I ever spent in that relationship&#8230;.But the best thing of all is I’m satisfied that I found someone better than all of that bullshit&#8230; Someone who cares about me not the girl he wishes I could be. Don’t worry it’s not everyday that I’m mad.  And I have a right to be bitter. At this point I’m 100% more happy in my present situation. And If you guys are too&#8230;Great&#8230; I’m still going to vent &#8230;Feelings don’t disappear over night or even over the course of a few months. I honestly hope I never see Ms. Ewing ever again. Because I’m not sure my mouth could stay shut. Matt is just as guilty in this whole situation. So you both should feel equally guilty&#8230;but I’m sure you are not. Any way. Ultimately I hate that someone I loved, trusted, and cared for could treat me this way. Ending our relationship was probably the right thing to do. There is no question there now. But I wish you didn’t have to treat me like such crap.  If you could have done it in a more civil manner maybe I wouldn’t be so angry still. I wish I could go back and take back the things I said the days following our break up&#8230;.but thats just raw emotions&#8230;I couldn’t help it&#8230;the man I thought loved me&#8230;wanted someone else&#8230;&#8230;.I’m not going to regret things anymore&#8230;live laugh learn love&#8230;and move on. And I have moved on&#8230;hopefully soon I can quit looking back and this anger can leave and I can be at peace.</span></p>
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<p class="blogSubject">incomplete rambling&#8230;</p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wow&#8230; lots on my mind&#8230; I feel like rambling&#8230; I’m emotionally all over the map lately&#8230; hmm&#8230; I guess I really don’t even know where to begin. Lately I have been really worried about the future and I’m not exactly sure why. Maybe it’s just because alot has changed over the last few months and I’m not sure where I am at.  I’m also getting really nervous about finishing school and wondering where I’m going to end up.  I have no direction right now. Graduate school is being put on the back burner for now (planning ..ing that fall 2009) I’m so burned out on school it’s ridiculous. But I know that is where I want to end up. </span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Garrett and I have been dating for over two wonderful months now and I love him more each and every day.  He is probably the single greatest thing to happen to me in a long time (If ever).  He is simply wonderful. Yes and he is mine! And no I won’t share&#8230;I’m just selfish like that! I really can not believe how genuinely happy I am with this GK boy. Everyday I laugh and smile with him. We mesh so well. We have so many shared interests and keep each other entertained and we can talk&#8230;talk about anything and nothing and its great.  This isn’t just some honeymoon stage we are in its real. Its great. He cares about my feelings and my opinions and he asks and says the right things&#8230;even if it was how was my day? I like to hear him say these things..let me vent about the pathetic things that are bothering me.  I still can’t believe he is real&#8230;what else could I ask for? He is such a gentleman, he has a sense of humor, he is smart, he is very handsome, has common sense, he is motivated, friendly, and he loves me for me. Not some ideal but the real deal me.  He thinks he is the lucky one&#8230;But I always tell him that he is crazy and that I am so glad others girls screwed up because he is such a great catch and I can’t believe they ever let him go. Sorry girls&#8230;I’m a keeper he is mine for as long as he wants to be kept!!! <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </span></p>
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Saturday, February 23, 2008</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Jealousy is a bitter thing&#8230;<br />
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;color:#6666cc;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Why is it so hard for some people to understand that it&#8217;s okay not to let your jealousy monster out all the time? I&#8217;m not going to say I never get jealous because that would be total bullshit but I&#8217;m not going to let my unjustified insecurities ruin mine or anyone elses evening. I&#8217;m totally okay with just hanging back and observing a situation before I blow things out of perportion. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:medium;color:#ff6666;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I&#8217;ve had terrible bouts of being jealous in the past&#8230;so some of it was more than justified *and it turns out I should have kicked this guy and his eye candy to the curb 6 months before I did* but a little jealousy is good&#8230; especially since I know that I am liked by all those that matter.  I&#8217;m starting to get a little pissed off with people asking me if it weird hanging out in the same location as my boyfriends ex.  Or if it bothers me when he talks to her. YES it is a little weird! But Garrett has asked me multiple times if it bothers me. And honestly I see nothing wrong with it. I can&#8217;t change the fact that they have a history together.  I certainly can&#8217;t change my past, nor would I want to. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:medium;color:#33ff33;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do I want him being all lovey dovey with her and every other beautiful women he knows&#8230;no, but I respect the fact that they are friends and have mutual friends. &#8230;&#8230;.I don&#8217;t like the dirty stares I get from people, or even the who the hell is she stare but that is just human nature and people are nosey &#8230;.oh well I&#8217;m still the newbie and I only know so many people. There will always be those people who won&#8217;t let you into there circle of friends&#8230; </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:medium;color:#3366ff;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">About 99% of the people I&#8217;ve met through Garrett are fantastic and I love being around them.  They make me feel welcome and more than accepted. I don&#8217;t feel like they are being nice to me because I&#8217;m dating Garrett.. Well thats my rant for now&#8230; I just needed to get that off my chest becauseI kid you not atleast five people asked me that last night.  Ergh&#8230;. <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </span></p>
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Friday, February 15, 2008</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">That wonderful state of mind.<br />
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<p><span style="color:#3366ff;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">It&#8217;s funny h?w the c?urse of a few weeks can change y?ur wh?le ?ut l??k ?n life.  H?w meeting s?me?ne new can make you feel s? incredible that it makes y?u w?nder why you were settling bef?re f?r less.  Garrett has c?me int?o my life and has changed the way I feel ab?ut being in a relationship. I n? l?nger feel like it&#8217;s ?kay for things t? be ?ne sided. I feel appreciated, imp?rtant, cared f?r, beautiful.. Y?u name it he makes me feel like I&#8217;m special to him. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#3366ff;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I think that was my pr?blem in the past.  I was &#8220;incharge&#8221; I t??k care of everything.  </span></span><span style="color:#ff99ff;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He wasn&#8217;t responsible for taking care of me. And I let him.  I hated it but I guess I figured that was the way things were supposed to be, or that eventually he would care more. I was kidding myself.  Garrett is constantly wanting to know if I&#8217;m happy, which I&#8217;ve never had before.  And it doesn&#8217;t bother him If I&#8217;m asking the same questions because I need to hear him say he is happy.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#3366ff;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yesterday was Valentine&#8217;s day! I had a great time out with Garrett! We went out to eat and there was a chocolate fountain!!!!!!! It was very yummy looking&#8230;and def. tasty! He gave me roses, chocolates, and a stuffed monkey! with a built in belly button no less!!! <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  How did I get to be so lucky? Chance&#8230; I&#8217;m sure it was a fluke.. But I&#8217;m going to enjoy every minute he will give to me! Hopefully he&#8217;ll give me many, many, many more minutes with him!!!!!!!!!!</span></p>
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Tuesday, January 22, 2008</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">My toes are cold!!!!!</p>
<p class="blogContent">Why oh why do I freeze in this weather? I wake up all nice and cozy in my bed, comfy, enjoying the sun peaking through my curtains. I stretch and realize I actually have to get out of bed to live my life&#8230;. pooey. The snow really is beautiful and I love watching it fall down. But I&#8217;m dreaming of the day when I can go the whole day with out losing feeling in one of my limbs. I mean sure it&#8217;s great being able to curl up next to someone and enjoy their warmth and company&#8230; but you can&#8217;t do that with strangers! You can&#8217;t be oh hi Mr. So &amp;So I know we just met but do you want to get naked and share body heat? Or scoot a little closer so we can breathe on each other.. haha&#8230; I&#8217;m really not in a bitchy mood I just can&#8217;t feel my toes!!!!!!!!!! (Someone promised me they were still there&#8230;and I&#8217;m believing them for now) okay I guess I&#8217;ll quit rambling and get back to work&#8230; still I&#8217;m cold&#8230;and I don&#8217;t like it&#8230;I need a hug!</p>
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<p>I need to start off by saying that I had a wonderful time this weekend with my friend of a friend&#8230;okay so Garrett! Yah I really did. We get along so great! I had so much fun&#8230; and I love the time I&#8217;ve spent with him&#8230; and hopefully it will only get better. I hope we continue on in this direction and as long as we can take things slow and try to incorporate each other into our lives we can make it work. Either way I&#8217;m so happy I&#8217;ve met you Garrett and I love the way you make me smile, how genuine you are and how I can be myself with you.. <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />   I&#8217;m glad you have come into my life and that I&#8217;ve truely made a new friend! Oh and you are simply amazing!!!!!</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Love is not enough</p>
<p class="blogContent"><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:medium;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was sitting in class today when four words popped into my mind and heart. These words were clear to me and now I understand everything that has caused me heart ache in the past. The phrase was &#8220;love is not enough.&#8221; I realize now that all the love I have to offer is not enough to keep any relationship together. It takes so much more than that. Love is great and a key ingriedient in a relationship but you need trust, commitment, security, paitence, communication, understanding, affection, companionship, laughter, faithfulness and much more. The love  between me and Matt was there, I atleast what we thought was love but everything else was missing. It wasn&#8217;t always that way. But we never had everything we needed at once. Some where along the way we broke down and we probably should have ended many months sooner than we did.  We never should have moved on to the next level. I guess part of the reason you don&#8217;t want to end things even when you know you should is because of the pain. It should be a red flag when you feel helpless in your relationship, when you can&#8217;t stand each other. Even though I never want to go back it just makes you wonder where I went wrong. Because I want so much more than that relationship had to offer&#8230; and I just want to have a running chance with the next relationship I have. I&#8217;m so much better off with all that extra emotional baggage gone. I feel like I&#8217;m becoming my old confident self again.  I&#8217;ve started seeing someone new this past week.  Seeing this new guy has reassured me that I deserve all these things.  I&#8217;ve been the happiest I&#8217;ve been in a very long time.  plus I know he like me too. What will come of us I don&#8217;t know.  But we&#8217;re happy right now and I&#8217;ve made a new friend.</span> </span></p>
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Thursday, January 10, 2008</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Why are ex’s so confusing?</p>
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<td>Men. I don&#8217;t understand them. Okay so I&#8217;m refering to one guy in particular (yes the ex-fiancee). He says one thing. Does another. Tells me he loves me and wants me to still be in his life (as a friend no less). But the next he is getting pissed off because I cry over our breakup and he goes rushing off to his new baby girlfriend (and I mean baby she is still in high school!!!!!) Ahh!!!!!!!! He told me that if it would make the separation easier I should just get mad at him&#8230;. and so I did but then it back fires he wonders how I can say that I care about him&#8230;blah blah blah you know the deal and say all these hurtful things and intentionally trying to make him jealous (well I&#8217;m sure jealous maybe he should be too!!!!). I don&#8217;t see us ever having a shot in hell getting back together&#8230; ofcourse part of me wants to say we could but..I think that my life would be easier if he didn&#8217;t have any feelings left for me and that I could just say screw him&#8230;but alas&#8230;. I don&#8217;t hate him. And we both just want to be happy&#8230; and I wish I could just move on with my life and find someone who really wants to be with me through the good and the bad times&#8230;.</td>
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Tuesday, January 08, 2008</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">I wonder?</p>
<p class="blogContent">So do you think it&#8217;s too soon to have a baby crush on someone new?  I think HELL NO!!!!!!!! Okay so it is what it is a crush. And I have to move on any way.  I deserve to be happy.  And whats wrong with me making someone else happy?  Matt can be jealous all he wants&#8230; Atleast I waited to until after we broke up to go on a date with someone. So if part of the healing process is to let someone else make my day.  I&#8217;m going to do it.  Besides I think  &#8220;we have a future together&#8221; haha&#8230; doesn&#8217;t sound so good coming from me huh? Next time maybe Matt will think about that before he breaks a girls heart!?!?!?!?</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">I’m moving on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</p>
<p class="blogContent">Hi guys!<br />
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I just thought I would drop you a note and let you know that I&#8217;m doing okay, that I feel a tad bit better every day.  Things with me and Matt didn&#8217;t turn out the way either one of us expected but I&#8217;m begining to think that this might be for the best.  I have the opportunity to concentrate on myself right now. I&#8217;m planning on going to graduate school, and that will be terribly stressful. Matt said something today that I&#8217;m really proud of.  He told me that I taught him what true love was, and how he now knows what he wants in life, and that I made him a better man, and he thanked me for that. I&#8217;m very thankful for whats he has done for me as well. I now know what love is, and that I can be a confident, and independent woman. He showed me that someone can love you for who you are. Matt and I still love each other but we can no longer be together. We are striving for different things. Matt needs someone he can take care of, someone who he can still be young with, someone who can relate to the life he&#8217;s lived. It was hard for us to come to this decision and we know however painful it might be right now we are both are going to be happier in the long run. I talked with one of my best friends today and she really helped me to understand the pain I&#8217;m experiencing  and assured me it will get better, and that eventually the pain will go and I&#8217;ll remember this relationship for the good times. And I know will.  I don&#8217;t regret and minute of it.  I have moments of tears&#8230; laughs&#8230;  the breaking process is hard but Matt is my best friend and I will always hold him in my heart.  I don&#8217;t think you could ever hate the ones you love.  Matt and I will have a better relationship as just friends&#8230;. Crazy but I&#8217;m beginning to believe its true. We are good together. We have had great times. We will continue to be friends..  I want to be there to see Carson grow because I love him. Maybe more than I should. But I have room for all kinds of love.  I am happy Matt is finally putting himself out there and discovering and taking chances&#8230;As Jealous as I am to think about Matt being with someone else I know Matt is jealous of me too&#8230; Probably always will be. I only hope for the best for both of us&#8230; We have already started to be friends ( it feels better than never being with each other again..and I&#8217;m happy)&#8230; it really isn&#8217;t that akward.  Any who I&#8217;ve rambled on a lot longer than I was planning too!<br />
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<p class="blogSubject">Its over and I feel great!</p>
<p class="blogContent">Mattie, Ergh&#8230; Yah its crazy how things turn out huh? We thought forever&#8230; and we tried&#8230; I wouldn&#8217;t call us a failure because we learned alot from each other&#8230; and had a blast along the way.. I may cry but I really am okay&#8230; I just feel so strange now&#8230; so free&#8230; so un-attatched.. its really does feel wierd&#8230; I&#8217;m concerned that I won&#8217;t find someone to love me the way you do&#8230;  I really just can&#8217;t wait for the pain to go away&#8230; I know you are hurting too&#8230; and you are right this probably is the best thing for the both of us&#8230; I love you&#8230; so please don&#8217;t ever forget that&#8230; I may find someone new.. But you will always be mine in that special way&#8230; You may have found someone new to love&#8230; but I know that she will never take my place in your heart because we are just hopeless lovers&#8230; Lovers better as friends&#8230;we can&#8217;t stand each other&#8230; friends always&#8230; Because we will always love each&#8230;even if it&#8217;s not the way we intended it to be. Yes we are going to be much happier as friends&#8230; And I&#8217;m glad we gave it our best shot&#8230;<br />
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I love you now and forever and always&#8230;<br />
 I will always be your liz&#8230;<br />
Your frog lover&#8230;.<br />
Crazy blonde&#8230;<br />
The girl who will love you eternally&#8230;<br />
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We will find true happiness together as friends&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.<br />
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Love you,<br />
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Liz</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">ergh</p>
<p class="blogContent">Matt,</p>
<p>I wonder if you will ever understand what a terrible thing you have done. You have taken a beautiful crazy thing and fuck it up for good. You were my world. Maybe its my fault for loving you so much. For thinking I could ever trust you with my mind body and soul. Was I crazy to think you were that man?</p>
<p>I can&#8217;t believe that you truly think you and Marrissa I quote &#8220;have a future together&#8221;. Okay so maybe you do. but you had a future with me too and you decided you wanted a younger version&#8230;.I can&#8217;t believe that you are already bringing her around to your house in front of your family.What the fuck Matt? We officially broke up less than a week ago&#8230; I can&#8217;t believe you are such a man whore as to need a fuck buddy so fast&#8230; to take her with you to our bed&#8230;and to take her on a date while we were still engaged?</p>
<p>Did you ever care for me? Was our engagment a joke? Planning our future together was a lie? Having your child was a lie? You probably have been falling for her since day one&#8230;since the day she asked you to take her virginity&#8230;.all you do is think about your fucking penis&#8230;.. Yah you should have told me I had no chance with you, that you were a heart breaker. You shouldn&#8217;t have told me that you thought I was gorgeous even if I wasn&#8217;t your type. You want the petite brunnette. The replacement of Kristen. NOT ME!!! What confidence I built up because of you helping and loving me &#8230;is shattered&#8230;.</p>
<p>Ahh jeesh Matt why did you have to do this too me&#8230;. I feel rejected&#8230;I&#8217;m bitter&#8230; I&#8217;m sorry to have wasted your time&#8230;. I thought you loved me eternally&#8230;Marrissa is 18 years old and has probably not experienced the real world. So you really think a 18 year old child (yes she is still teenager ) is suitable to for your son&#8230;yes for heavens sake I brought him into this.</p>
<p>Mattie&#8230; I hope you can wait around for over two years for your little lady to grow up so she can hang out with you in the places you like to go&#8230;.</p>
<p>What do you think you can act like I never existed? like I was never a part of your family? I was to be your wife&#8230; an suddenly you no longer love me&#8230; suddenly you have some other girl on your arm. I hope you realize you are an asshole and I will never have to be treated like this again.</p>
<p>I wouldn&#8217;t have believed this behavior was possible from you if I hadn&#8217;t just witnessed it&#8230; You finally cry&#8230; only because Marrissa is there&#8230; I&#8217;ve been nothing but supportive of you. Loved you. cared for you. Given you hope and a future. I gave you my heart, and you told me you would cherish it always&#8230; You lied. Regardless of the hundreds of thousands of others things I would like to say I&#8217;m no longer going to waste my time&#8230;</p>
<p>Matt I truelly hope that you don&#8217;t wake up one day and regret what you have done, and where you could have been. &#8230; Because you lost me&#8230; I love you with all my heart&#8230; and it kills me that even if you were to come to me and say that you made a mistake&#8230;. I couldn&#8217;t take you back&#8230; Because the supposed love you had for me suddenly disapeered and can&#8217;t magically reapeer&#8230; And it would never be the same&#8230; my heart is broken because of you&#8230; It would take a miracle for me to be yours again&#8230;and sadly because of you&#8230;I don&#8217;t believe in miracles anymore&#8230;.</p>
<p>Regardless of my words I will love you forever and always, but the hurt in my heart is blinding me right now, maybe we can be friends&#8230; I hope so&#8230; But I&#8217;m pretty low in that category too&#8230;</p>
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Tuesday, January 01, 2008</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">My Ex fiancee is a Jerk!<br />
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<p><span style="font-size:large;color:#6600cc;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So if any one has not guessed yet&#8230;. the wedding is off&#8230;actually the whole relationship is over&#8230; Matt has decided that he was relying on me too much and that he loves me not as a fiancee but more like a sister&#8230; yikes&#8230; and what the hell&#8230; </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:large;color:#6600cc;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yah&#8230; there is another female in his picture&#8230; and she is great&#8230;unfortuntaley I know who she is &#8230;.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:large;color:#6600cc;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Matt has had his eye on her since June.. when he started at HyVee&#8230; she has been after him ever since&#8230; she told him that she wants to give her virginity to him&#8230; Doesn&#8217;t help that Matt is friends with this girls mom and she was pushing the issue of him dating her daughter&#8230;Yah she might not of been doing that if the asshole(aka Matt) would have told them he had a girlfriend and I was his fiancee before they found out about me&#8230; </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:large;color:#6600cc;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Matt went out on a date with her the night we broke up&#8230;actually he was planning on going out with her before we broke up&#8230;so he has been on one date and he thinks they have a future together&#8230; I think he has been dating her for a while now&#8230;yet he failed to mention that to me&#8230;oh great I&#8217;ve been cheated on&#8230;&#8230;how the hell can someone do that to a person&#8230; oh and he wonders why I&#8217;m mad and upset and asks why I have to try and make him feel bad&#8230; well your answer is&#8230;it makes me feel better&#8230;like a quality person&#8230; not some little scum you can walk all over&#8230;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:large;color:#6600cc;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the baby he is dating is still in high school&#8230; I&#8217;m sorry let the girl grow up a little!!!!and Matt is an asshole&#8230; and probably will never be satisfied in anyone&#8230; he won&#8217;t be until he happy with himself.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:large;color:#6600cc;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pretty much what I&#8217;m saying is that my heart is crushed&#8230;I feel rejected&#8230;. betrayed &#8230;. bitter&#8230;trapped&#8230;because I love him&#8230;his family&#8230;and his son&#8230;I am so screwed&#8230;.and we are over completely&#8230;because I could never date him again&#8230;somebody who pledged his love for me &#8230;. asked me to marry him&#8230;and then decides suddenly that he loves somebody else&#8230; oh yah he says he still loves and cares about me&#8230;.bullshit&#8230;I would never do that to someone I love&#8230;if he needed to end things&#8230;he could atleast have broken up with me before he started dating someone else</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:large;color:#6600cc;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I guess this means I&#8217;m on the market&#8230;I want to find someone who will love me&#8230; and who will treat me with respect&#8230;.and will put me before his penis!</span></p>
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Tuesday, October 09, 2007</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">def. not finished</p>
<p class="blogContent">well this will be the start of this &#8230;then i will go from there&#8230;&#8230;..I am so frustrated&#8230;jealous&#8230;tired of being pissed off&#8230; tired of being second best&#8230;.I know this isn&#8217;t intentional&#8230; but I wonder why he stays when its so painfully obvious that there are others out there that would be perfect..</p>
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Monday, September 24, 2007</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">why is it?<br />
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<p><span style="font-size:medium;color:#3333ff;font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;background-color:#ffccff;">? Ergh!!!!!! Why is it that its the little things that piss me off so much??? I let these little insignificant occurences, moments, actions get to me.  Like the other day a picture just set me off!! And a 3am phone call&#8230;The blood in my veins just started to boil after that&#8230;. Yes it is jealousy and I know its pathetic&#8230;.AHH!!!! I guess part of the problem is that I hold these emotions in for so long, pretend like it doesnt bother me&#8230;I can only do that for so long. You would think that I would realize by now that this is the ways things are going to be&#8230;.It&#8217;s certainly not hate&#8230;. it&#8217;s just so annoying&#8230; Sometimes I feel like I&#8217;m the invisible girlfriend!!!! HELLO!!!!!!!!! I just want to scream see me, see me, see me!!!!!!!!! I guess what I&#8217;m getting at is go ahead and try all you want&#8230; If things are meant to be they&#8217;ll happen, if not find someone else&#8230;? </span></p>
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Thursday, August 23, 2007</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Preparations!!!!!</p>
<p class="blogContent"><span style="color:#3366ff;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Matt and I have started the whole wedding planning fiasco!!!! OMG its crazy!!!! Thankfully we are planning a nice long engagement so we will have plenty of time to plan.  We&#8217;re roughly thinking the wedding will take place sometime in June 2009.  Nothing is final but we want the weather to be nice (probably an outside ceremony) where??? Who knows yet!!!!  I think we are both going to have tons of fun planning!!! Another random thought&#8230;..what will our colors be???  Matt&#8217;s favorite color is red&#8230;my is green&#8230;so I don&#8217;t think we are going to go for that&#8230;. (I just pointed that out to Matt and his eyes got really big!!!)HA CHRISTMAS IN JUNE!!! What else&#8230;. we both are thinking we want a good sized wedding party&#8230; Probably 4 to 5 groomsmen and 4 to 5 bridesmaids&#8230; I know I&#8217;ll probably want my sisters and Megan, Matt&#8217;s sister Heather, and &#8230;yah <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  Matt is probably going to want Kyle, Robbie, Evan, somebody else&#8230;. his godfather Nick&#8230; what else what else what else&#8230;I kind of like the idea of having the bridesmaids in Tea Length dresses&#8230; especially if its outdoors&#8230;. we want to to be nice not to formal&#8230; yet not quite casual&#8230;. meaning no redneck racing&#8230;.cowboy hat wearing&#8230;hick town&#8230;hillbilly&#8230; crazyness!!!! Yah&#8230;that is soooo Matt rolled up into one Hot man package!!!! <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif' alt=':P' class='wp-smiley' />  you know I love you babe!!!!!!!</span></p>
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<p class="blogSubject">YIPPIE!</p>
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<p>Well Matt finally popped the question!!!! Haha! Well its been a wonderful year since I first started dating Matt, and I pretty much knew from the first date that we could have something wonderful!</p>
<p>I just wanted to thank all of you guys for the Congrats!!!!!!</p>
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<p>P.S.  I&#8217;m sorry that there are those people who feel the need to try and ruin the moment we are having&#8230; Stop and think about how mature you are being&#8230;.</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">AHH!!!! Wedding Bells???</p>
<p class="blogContent">Matt proposed to me today and I said yes!!!!!!!!!!!</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">m..k</p>
<p class="blogContent">116days&#8230;.since I found my happiness&#8230;..<img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/bouncey.gif" alt="" /></p>
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<p class="blogSubject">christmas?</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">vulgar&#8230;</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Tis the season</p>
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<p>Joy&#8230;oh yes&#8230;. My life is now complete&#8230;okay so that is a bunch of BS&#8230;.but what the hell&#8230;.so I&#8217;ve finished up school for the semester grades were pretty good&#8230;was just starting to get the hang of things&#8230;I dont think I&#8217;ll be taking another break for awhile&#8230;(hopefully)&#8230; Adam just graduated from Basic on Tuesday&#8230;congrats to him&#8230;(I&#8217;m really proud of you!) ergh&#8230;.this weather sucks&#8230;I hate waiting around and getting fat until the summer comes around again&#8230;.(and I hate being so pasty white!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) but nope not a chance am I going to go bake my lard off in some tanning bed&#8230;.</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">the bitch that I am&#8230;oh wait&#8230;freezing Ice Bitch&#8230;.</p>
<p class="blogContent">ICY&#8230; yah thats the condition in which my finger tips are in&#8230;. numb&#8230;quite pleasant&#8230;.. argh&#8230;well I have the day off today&#8230;yippie&#8230;but unfortunately I have to work in the library tomorrow&#8230;yah on a Saturday&#8230;crazy right? Oh well its only from 10-2&#8230;hell thats better than it originally was going to be&#8230;8-5&#8230;nope not complaining here&#8230;. <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  Hmm&#8230;well Matt and I have our on and off days&#8230;. our lives are just complicated&#8230;plus me submitting that application for the tech job is really screwing with his emotions&#8230;god I feel like a bitch&#8230;I would miss him like crazy&#8230;but he also needs to realize that he knew what he was getting into&#8230;I do have military obligations&#8230;I&#8217;m not saying that this is the most important thing for me right now&#8230;&#8230;but I am talking about a military career&#8230; on the flipside there is no fricken way I want to go back to Fort Jackson for 8 weeks&#8230;.please god&#8230;If I get this job let me do the training in Grand Praire Texas&#8230;4 weeks rocks&#8230;8 weeks sucks&#8230;Plus I know some really cool people there I probably could hang out with&#8230; <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  Psh&#8230;.well I&#8217;m really glad that I haven&#8217;t had any confrontations with Kristen&#8230; why? Because I think we can avoid it&#8230; Gosh I think that would cause huge problems for everyone&#8230;But I saw her in the library the other day&#8230;It went fine&#8230;I don&#8217;t get what Matt is so worried about???? Oh well&#8230;we have a double date tonight that should be interesting&#8230;hmm&#8230;.maybe fun even&#8230;alrighty then&#8230;..</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">why oh why do I like sad songs?</p>
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<div id="content">Hep had this song up on his page&#8230;. I love this song&#8230;Its depressing&#8230;its great&#8230;.and Matt is going all strange on me&#8230;he says he doesnt want to see me get hurt because of all his &#8220;problems&#8221; and that I should find somebody better and also that It would kill him if I left, and I&#8217;m the best thing thats ever happened to him&#8230;. what the heck? Isn&#8217;t that up for me to decide If I can handle his &#8220;shit&#8221; (which doesn&#8217;t seem that complicated to me) I almost wonder if he&#8217;ll ever really allow himself to be happy, god he tries to make everyone happy and doesn&#8217;t grant himself that same privileage,&#8230;One minute things are great between us the next I feel like he&#8217;s going to break things off because Kristen  said something to him, he can be so stereotypical..argh&#8230;not all women are the same..punk&#8230;I&#8217;m not Kristen!!!! and I&#8217;m not SORRY!!!!!!&#8230;.he is also so scared that she going to cause me grief&#8230; yah dealing with ex&#8217;s are never pretty but obviously there is a nice person in there, I mean come on they used to love each other&#8230;..plus I not worried about it, I feel sorry that she couldn&#8217;t pull things together, because Matt is fantastic, really its her loss&#8230;. I wonder if she even realizes it? Oh well, I&#8217;m not going to be &#8220;scared&#8221; away&#8230;. I&#8217;m not some pushover&#8230;so if it gets to the point that she calls me a whore&#8230;well&#8230; I know its not true&#8230;and come on I&#8217;m just not intimidated by somebody who is literally half my size&#8230;..</div>
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<div>The FRESHMAN</div>
<div>When I was young and knew everything<br />
And she a punk who rarely ever took advice<br />
Now Im guilt stricken,<br />
Sobbing with my head on the floor<br />
Stop a babys breath and a shoe full of rice</p>
<p>I cant be held responsible<br />
Cause she was touching her face<br />
I wont be held responsible<br />
She fell in love in the first place</p>
<p>For the life of me I cannot remember<br />
What made us think that we were wise and<br />
Wed never comprimise<br />
For the life of me cannot believe<br />
Wed ever die for these sins<br />
We were merely freshman</p>
<p>My best friend took a weeks<br />
Vacation to forget her<br />
His girl took a weeks worth of<br />
Valium and slept<br />
Now hes guilt stricken sobbing with his<br />
Head on the floor<br />
Thinks about her now and how he never really<br />
Wept he says</p>
<p>Weve tried to wash our hands of all of this<br />
We never talk of our lacking relationships<br />
And how were guilt stricken sobbing with our<br />
Heads on the floor<br />
We fell through the ice when we tried not to<br />
Slip, wed say</p></div>
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<p class="blogSubject">numbness</p>
<p class="blogContent">Yes, It always seems to begin this time of the year&#8230;.and when I mean numb I dont only me that state in which my fingers and toes are in&#8230;Numb is the condition my brain is in&#8230;hmm&#8230;argh&#8230;.why does everything have to be so complicated? Especially right now&#8230;trying to juggle everything thats on my agenda&#8230;make time for my personal/social life, handle school, guard, homework/studying&#8230; I think my problem is, is that I want to do it all, all the time&#8230; I need to stop stretching myself so thin&#8230;So I guess If I&#8217;m going to do make all these things work I need to look into time management&#8230;But really I just wish this semester was over&#8230;.man I need a break&#8230;fricken whats my deal? Life never used to be this complicated&#8230;.</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Today is&#8230;</p>
<p class="blogContent">Yah its Friday&#8230;. and yah&#8230;.yah&#8230; stuff like that&#8230;. <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  hmm&#8230;off to school I must go&#8230;.Football tonight&#8230;.Matt might go&#8230;.or we might go to the redstone room&#8230;.we&#8217;ll see&#8230;anyway&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Hmm&#8230;.</p>
<p class="blogContent">Yeah!!!!!!! This morning&#8230;is a good morning!!!!!!!!! ahh&#8230;.yes&#8230;things are starting to go my way!!!!!!! Anyway&#8230; my mood has drastically improved, some people just know the right things to say&#8230;.smiley, smiley, smiley!!!!!!! Ha&#8230; but thats all I&#8217;m going to say&#8230;. so ask if you feel so inclined to know my secret to happiness&#8230;heehee&#8230;and no I&#8217;m not sharing!!!!!!!!</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Wall spamers&#8230;.anonymous<br />
Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/amused.gif" alt="" align="absMiddle" /> amused</p>
<p class="blogContent"><span style="font-size:large;font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;">come on!!!!!!! you&#8217;re driving me crazy&#8230;Is it so hard&#8230;just to give me a clue? pssh&#8230;. and yes&#8230;I am completely frazzled&#8230;. this blonde has about reached her mental capacity&#8230;for bizarreness&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.</span></p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Am I crazy for feeling this way?<br />
Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/confused.gif" alt="" align="absMiddle" /> confused</p>
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<p>Ahh!!!!!!!! What the hell is wrong with me? I was so certain that I was ready to be back in school like I always have been for the last 16 or 17 years&#8230;(However many it truely has been)Get back into a normal routine&#8230; but now I&#8217;m not so sure&#8230;Ofcourse I want to get my degree&#8230;so I can be all cool and say I&#8217;m a college graduate&#8230;and so I can get a better job&#8230;more earning potential, feel like I&#8217;ve accomplished something&#8230;blah blah blah&#8230;.</p>
<p>But I&#8217;m so freaking bored!!! I so don&#8217;t like this lifestyle anymore! I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;m ever going to get back to where I was before&#8230;I&#8217;m just a totally different person&#8230;with differnt expectations&#8230;And I miss being around people who support the decision I&#8217;ve made to be in the military&#8230;It sucks that the people surrounding me are the same peoples who&#8217;s rights I&#8217;m defending so they dont have to be in the military&#8230;.</p>
<p>The reality of the world has smacked me in the face&#8230;and I wish I could be doing more to help out&#8230;I&#8217;m living on the edge of my seat waiting for something to happen&#8230;.and nothing is&#8230;What the hell did I expect to find in History 362???</p>
<p>Obviously I was over stimulated for far too long&#8230;Hell I have a hard time even sitting still&#8230;I feel like such a loser sitting on my ass all day learning about American History in the year 1900&#8230;(really is good shit ya know)&#8230;</p>
<p>I also feel like maybe I&#8217;ve made a mistake in joining the National Guard instead of Active Duty&#8230;..what the hell&#8230;I want to be doing the job I trained for&#8230;In a real situation&#8230;not here at home where I don&#8217;t know what the fuck I&#8217;m doing&#8230;and there is nobody to tell me I&#8217;m doing it fucking wrong&#8230;hell I haven&#8217;t done anything at all related to my job yet&#8230;.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m meant for so much more than this!!!!!!!!! UGH!!!!!!!! I also start to wonder&#8230;when I get this so call degree of mine&#8230;what the fuck am I going to do with it? I still have no freaking clue&#8230;.</p>
<p>And everyone always says that if you stop school now you&#8217;ll never get around to it later&#8230;.yah I can see it&#8230;life gets in the way&#8230;( My parents are always telling me that they were married and and kids on the way at my age&#8230;no way was school an option) blah&#8230;.</p>
<p>but that still doesnt help me see why I need to put my life on hold until I get this degree&#8230;I&#8217;m young, single, no attachments, I don&#8217;t think its a good idea either to put my life on hold for a Mr. Right or a family that might never happen, I&#8217;ve gotta do whats right for me&#8230;whatever the hell that is&#8230;</p>
<p>I mean god I would miss my family and friends like crazy(thats considered normal) but should I have just gone for it? Should I just say screw it,  to my attempt to be a normal chick? Hell I&#8217;ve even started thinking about the next job I want to train for&#8230; I&#8217;m almost positive this one is only going to work out for me for so long&#8230;What about OCS? Seriously? I know I could do it&#8230; Do I wanna do it? Maybe ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!</p>
<p>This fucking shit sucks!!!! How come when you&#8217;re little the world was so much easier? All the tough decisions were made for you? Sometimes I wish somebody could make them for me&#8230;then I could just get pissed off and do the exact opposite and be happy about it&#8230;yah like thats going to happen&#8230;</p>
<p>My god I wish I just knew the answers to all my dilemas&#8230; I wish that I actually felt like I belonged somewhere&#8230;I&#8217;m not comfortable here&#8230;It feels wrong there&#8230; I&#8217;m not wanted there&#8230;not needed here&#8230;.etc&#8230;all fucking bullshit&#8230;I wish I was naive about stuff&#8230;That I could go back to my carefree days of just being an innocent child&#8230;.I was happy then&#8230;never doubted the world&#8230;never doubted I would find my place in society&#8230;never doubted happiness&#8230;and didn&#8217;t have the fear of never being loved or appreciated, and wanted&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Horoscope test&#8230;.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white;margin:0;"><strong><span style="font-size:18pt;color:black;font-family:Arial;" lang="EN-AU">Horoscope Test&#8230; </span></strong><span style="font-size:8.5pt;color:black;font-family:Tahoma;" lang="EN-AU"></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white;margin:0;"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial;" lang="EN-AU">If you are honest this tells the truth &#8211; it&#8217;s pretty good </span><span style="font-size:8.5pt;color:black;font-family:Tahoma;" lang="EN-AU"></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white;margin:0;"><strong><span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial;" lang="EN-AU">2.</span></strong><span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial;" lang="EN-AU"> If you choose: </span><span style="font-size:8.5pt;color:black;font-family:Tahoma;" lang="EN-AU"></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white;margin:0;"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial;" lang="EN-AU">Red &#8211; You are alert and your life is full of love. Black &#8211; you are conservative and aggressive. Green &#8211; your soul is relaxed and you are laid back Blue &#8211; you are spontaneous and love kisses and affection from the ones you love. Yellow- you are a very happy person and give good advice to those who are down. </span><span style="font-size:8.5pt;color:black;font-family:Tahoma;" lang="EN-AU"></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white;margin:0;"><strong><span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial;" lang="EN-AU">3.</span></strong><span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial;" lang="EN-AU"> If your initial is: </span><span style="font-size:8.5pt;color:black;font-family:Tahoma;" lang="EN-AU"></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white;margin:0;"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial;" lang="EN-AU">A-K You have a lot of love to give in friendships in your life. </span><span style="font-size:8.5pt;color:black;font-family:Tahoma;" lang="EN-AU"></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white;margin:0;"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial;" lang="EN-AU">L-R You try to enjoy your life to the maximum and your love life is soon to blossom. </span><span style="font-size:8.5pt;color:black;font-family:Tahoma;" lang="EN-AU"></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white;margin:0;"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial;" lang="EN-AU">S-Z You like to help others and your future love life looks very good. </span><span style="font-size:8.5pt;color:black;font-family:Tahoma;" lang="EN-AU"></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white;margin:0;"><strong><span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial;" lang="EN-AU">4.</span></strong><span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;font-family:Arial;" lang="EN-AU"> If you were born in: Jan-Mar: The year will go very well for you and you will discover that you fall in love with someone totally unexpected. </span><span style="font-size:8.5pt;color:black;font-family:Tahoma;" lang="EN-AU"></span></p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Finally some plans!<br />
Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/ecstatic.gif" alt="" align="absMiddle" /> ecstatic</p>
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<p><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ugh I thought that this was going to turn out to be a terrible weekend&#8230;well not terrible&#8230;.just not too exciting&#8230;.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">went to a Football game last night&#8230;yah&#8230;central won!!!!!!!  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Had a &#8220;slumber party&#8221; last night&#8230;was a lot of fun..lots of girly gossip and food&#8230;&#8230;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So now its Camping for the next few days&#8230;oh can&#8217;t wait&#8230;I should probably get packing&#8230;heading out to Scott County Park by 3 or 4 this afternoon&#8230;..ugh&#8230;need to finish up some homework before I leave&#8230;man I hate being responsible&#8230;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ick oh well&#8230; ta ta for now&#8230;.hope I don&#8217;t get eaten by too many bugs&#8230;..ahh tropical bug spary&#8230;die bugs die&#8230;..</span></p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Once in a lifetime<br />
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<h3><span style="color:#3366ff;">I can see it in your eyes<br />
and feel it in your touch<br />
I know that you&#8217;re scared<br />
but you&#8217;ve never been this loved</p>
<p>it&#8217;s a long shot baby,<br />
yeah I know it&#8217;s true<br />
but if anyone can make it<br />
I&#8217;m bettin&#8217; on me and you</p>
<p>just keep on movin&#8217; into me<br />
I know you&#8217;re gonna see<br />
the best is yet to come</p>
<p>and don&#8217;t fear it now<br />
we&#8217;re goin&#8217; all the way<br />
that sun is shinin&#8217; on a brand new day<br />
it&#8217;s a long way down<br />
and it&#8217;s a leap of faith<br />
but I&#8217;m never givin up<br />
&#8217;cause I know we&#8217;ve got a once in a lifetime love</p>
<p>everybody&#8217;s lookin&#8217; for what we&#8217;ve found<br />
some wait their whole life and it never comes round</p>
<p>so don&#8217;t hold back now<br />
just let go<br />
of all you&#8217;ve ever known<br />
you can put your hand in mine</p>
<p>and don&#8217;t fear it now<br />
we&#8217;re goin&#8217; all the way<br />
that sun is shinin&#8217; on a brand new day<br />
it&#8217;s a long way down<br />
and it&#8217;s a leap of faith<br />
but I&#8217;m never givin up<br />
&#8217;cause I know we&#8217;ve got a once in a lifetime love</p>
<p>I close my eyes and I see you standin&#8217; right there<br />
sayin&#8217; I do and they&#8217;re throwin&#8217; the rice in our hair<br />
well the first one&#8217;s born<br />
then her brother comes along<br />
and he&#8217;s got your smile</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve been lookin back<br />
on the life we&#8217;ve had<br />
still by your side</p>
<p>so don&#8217;t fear it now<br />
we&#8217;re goin&#8217; all the way<br />
that sun is shinin&#8217; on a brand new day<br />
it&#8217;s a long way down<br />
and it&#8217;s a leap of faith<br />
but I&#8217;m never givin up<br />
cause I know we&#8217;ve got a once in a lifetime love</p>
<p>lifetime love</span></h3>
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<p class="blogSubject">Yah! Bizarre and Unique September Holidays!<br />
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<h2>September, 2006 Bizarre and Unique Holidays</h2>
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<p><strong>Month:</strong></p>
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<li>Classical Music Month</li>
<li>Hispanic Heritage Month</li>
<li>Fall Hat Month</li>
<li>International Square Dancing Month</li>
<li>National Blueberry Popsicle Month</li>
<li>National Courtesy Month</li>
<li>National Piano Month</li>
<li>Chicken Month</li>
<li>Baby Safety Month</li>
<li>Little League Month</li>
<li>Honey Month</li>
<li>Self Improvement Month</li>
<li>Better Breakfast Month</li>
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<p><strong>Each Day:</strong></p>
<p>1 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/emmanuttday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Emma M. Nutt Day</span></a>, the first woman telephone operator</p>
<p>2 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/vjday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">VJ Day</span></a> &#8211; Surrender ceremony aboard the USS Missouri formally ends WWII</p>
<p>2 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/beheadingday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">National Beheading Day</span></a></p>
<p>3 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/skyscraperday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Skyscraper Day</span></a></p>
<p>3 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/unclesamday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Uncle Sam Day</span></a> - his image was first used in 1813</p>
<p>4 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/other/labor.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Labor Day</span></a> &#8211; first Monday of month</p>
<p>4 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/newspapercarrier.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Newspaper Carrier Day</span></a></p>
<p>5 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/belateforsomething.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Be Late for Something Day</span></a></p>
<p>5 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/cheesepizzaday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Cheese Pizza Day</span></a></p>
<p>6 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/fightprocrastination.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Fight Procrastination Day</span></a></p>
<p>6 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/readabook.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Read a Book Day</span></a></p>
<p>7 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/neitherrainnorsnow.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Neither Rain nor Snow Day</span></a></p>
<p>8 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/literacyday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">International Literacy Day</span></a></p>
<p>8 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/pardonday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Pardon Day</span></a></p>
<p>9 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/teddybearday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Teddy Bear Day</span></a></p>
<p>10 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/petmemorialday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">National Pet Memorial Day</span></a> -second Sunday in September</p>
<p>10 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/June/sewingmachineday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Sewing Machine Day</span></a></p>
<p>10 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/swapideasday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Swap Ideas Day</span></a></p>
<p>11 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/makeyourbedday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Make Your Bed Day</span></a></p>
<p>11 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/nonewsisgoodnews.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">No News is Good News Day</span></a></p>
<p>11 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/other/grand.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Grandparent&#8217;s Day</span></a></p>
<p>12 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/chocolatemilkshake.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Chocolate Milk Shake Day</span></a></p>
<p>12 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/July/videogamesday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">National Video Games Day</span></a> &#8211; also see Video Games Day in July</p>
<p>13 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/defysuperstitionday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Defy Superstition Day</span></a></p>
<p>13 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/other/fortunecookie.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Fortune Cookie Day</span></a></p>
<p>13 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/peanutday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">National Peanut Day</span></a></p>
<p>13 Positive Thinking Day</p>
<p>14 National Cream-Filled Donut Day</p>
<p>14 POW/MIA Recognition Day</p>
<p>15 Make a Hat Day</p>
<p>15 Felt Hat Day &#8211; On this day, men traditionally put away their felt hats.</p>
<p>15 World Vegetarian Day</p>
<p>16 Collect Rocks Day</p>
<p>16 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/other/stepfamilyday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Step Family Day</span></a></p>
<p>16 Mayflower Day</p>
<p>16 Mexican Independence Day</p>
<p>16 Working Parents Day</p>
<p>16 Women&#8217;s Friendship Day</p>
<p>17 POW/MIA Day</p>
<p>17 Apple Dumpling Day</p>
<p>17 Citizenship Day</p>
<p>17 Constitution Day</p>
<p>18 International Peace Day</p>
<p>19 International Talk Like A Pirate Day</p>
<p>19  National Butterscotch Pudding Day</p>
<p>19 National Play Doh Day</p>
<p>19 Talk Like A Pirate Day (Always on 19th)</p>
<p>20 Oktoberfest, in Germany, ends October 5</p>
<p>20 National Punch Day</p>
<p>21 Miniature Golf Day</p>
<p>21 World Gratitude Day</p>
<p>22 Business Women&#8217;s Day</p>
<p>22 Dear Diary Day</p>
<p>22 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/elephantappreciationday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Elephant Appreciation Day</span></a></p>
<p>22 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/other/native.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Native American Day </span></a>- fourth Friday of the month</p>
<p>23 Checkers Day</p>
<p>24 Rabbit Day</p>
<p>25 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/comicbookday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">National Comic Book Day</span></a></p>
<p>26 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/March/appleseedday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Johnny Appleseed Day</span></a></p>
<p>27 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/crushacanday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Crush a Can Day</span></a></p>
<p>28 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/stupidquestionday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Ask a Stupid Question Day</span></a> (one of my favorite days)</p>
<p>28 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/other/goodneighbor.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">National Good Neighbor Day</span></a> &#8211; Always September 28, previously the 4th Sunday in month</p>
<p>29 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/confuciusday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">Confucius Day</span></a> &#8211; Try your luck. Get a <a href="http://chinaunique.com/cookie/fortune.htm" target="_blank"><span style="color:#003399;">Fortune Cookie.</span></a></p>
<p>30 <a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/September/mudpackday.htm"><span style="color:#003399;">National Mud Pack Day</span></a></p>
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<p class="blogSubject">argh!!!!!<br />
Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/bored.gif" alt="" align="absMiddle" /> bored</p>
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<p>Yepp&#8230;boredom &#8230;.a now known contagioius disease&#8230;.which I&#8217;m pretty sure came from sitting on my ass all week&#8230;Really I guess I&#8217;m not use to it&#8230; but seriously I glad to be back in school&#8230;marks the return to a little normality for me&#8230;.but other than that&#8230;.bored as hell! What the heck am I going to do all weekend? Football game tonight at Brady&#8230;.other than that&#8230;maybe a cookout&#8230;&#8230;why does everybody have to go &#8220;away&#8221; to school&#8230;or I should say not be cool like me&#8230;.okay&#8230;whatever&#8230;So anybody have any suggestions to save me from this hell&#8230;before it becomes the death of me&#8230;&#8230;..Oh and dorkboy&#8230;(thats you cuz)  won&#8217;t freaking wake up so I can&#8217;t beat the crap out of him&#8230;.Ahh yes&#8230;If things don&#8217;t happen soon&#8230;&#8230;..I might seem normal&#8230;&#8230;.and thats just not so cool&#8230;&#8230;.</p>
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Thursday, August 31, 2006</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Avoiding reality</p>
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<td><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;">1. Not allowed to watch Southpark when I&#8217;m supposed to be working.</p>
<p>2. My proper military title is &#8220;Specialist Schwarz&#8221; not &#8220;Princess Anastasia&#8221;.</p>
<p>3. Not allowed to threaten anyone with black magic.</p>
<p>4. Not allowed to challenge anyone&#8217;s disbelief of black magic by<br />
asking for hair.</p>
<p>5. Not allowed to get silicone breast implants.</p>
<p>6. Not allowed to play &#8220;Pulp Fiction&#8221; with a suction-cup dart pistol<br />
and any officer.</p>
<p>7. Not allowed to add &#8220;In accordance with the prophesy&#8221; to the end of<br />
answers I give to a question an officer asks me.</p>
<p>8. Not allowed to add pictures of officers I don&#8217;t like to War Criminal posters.</p>
<p>9. Not allowed to title any product &#8220;Get Over it&#8221;.</p>
<p>10. Not allowed to purchase anyone&#8217;s soul on government time.</p>
<p>11. Not allowed to join the Communist Party.</p>
<p>12. Not allowed to join any militia.</p>
<p>13. Not allowed to form any militia.</p>
<p>14. Not allowed out of my office when the president visited Sarajevo.</p>
<p>15. Not allowed to train adopted stray dogs to &#8220;Sic Brass!&#8221;</p>
<p>16. Must get a haircut even if it tampers with my &#8220;Samson like powers&#8221;.</p>
<p>17. God may not contradict any of my orders.</p>
<p>18. May no longer perform my now (in)famous &#8220;Barbie Girl Dance&#8221; while on duty.</p>
<p>19. May not call any officers immoral, untrustworthy, lying, slime,<br />
even if I&#8217;m right.</p>
<p>20. Must not taunt the French any more.</p>
<p>21. Must attempt to not antagonize SAS.</p>
<p>22. Must never call an SAS a &#8220;Wanker&#8221;.</p>
<p>23. Must never ask anyone who outranks me if they&#8217;ve been smoking crack.</p>
<p>24. Must not tell any officer that I am smarter than they are,<br />
especially if it&#8217;s true.</p>
<p>25. Never confuse a Dutch soldier for a French one.</p>
<p>26. Never tell a German soldier that &#8220;We kicked your ass in World War 2!&#8221;</p>
<p>27. Don&#8217;t tell Princess Di jokes in front of the paras (British Airborne).</p>
<p>28. Don&#8217;t take the batteries out of the other soldiers alarm clocks<br />
(Even if they do hit snooze about forty times).</p>
<p>29. The Irish MPs are not after &#8220;Me frosted lucky charms&#8221;.</p>
<p>30. Not allowed to wake an Non-Commissioned Officer by repeatedly<br />
banging on the head with a bag of trash.</p>
<p>31. Not allowed to let sock puppets take responsibility for any of my actions.</p>
<p>32. Not allowed to let sock puppets take command of my post.</p>
<p>33. Not allowed to chew gum at formation, unless I brought enough for everybody.</p>
<p>34. (Next day) Not allowed to chew gum at formation even if I *did*<br />
bring enough for everybody.</p>
<p>35. Not allowed to sing &#8220;High Speed Dirt&#8221; by Megadeth during airborne<br />
operations. (&#8220;See the earth below/Soon to make a crater/Blue sky,<br />
black death, I&#8217;m off to meet my maker&#8221;)</p>
<p>36. Can&#8217;t have flashbacks to wars I was not in. (The Spanish-American<br />
War isn&#8217;t over).</p>
<p>37. Our medic is called &#8220;Sgt Larwasa&#8221;, not &#8220;Dr. Feelgood&#8221;.</p>
<p>38. Our supply Sgt is &#8220;Sgt Watkins&#8221; not &#8220;Sugar Daddy&#8221;.</p>
<p>39. Not allowed to ask for the day off due to religious purposes, on<br />
the basis that the world is going to end, more than once.</p>
<p>40. I do not have super-powers.</p>
<p>41. &#8220;Keep on Trucking&#8221; is *not* a psychological warfare message.</p>
<p>42. Not allowed to attempt to appeal to mankind&#8217;s baser instincts in<br />
recruitment posters.</p>
<p>43. Camouflage body paint is not a uniform.</p>
<p>44. I am not the atheist chaplain.</p>
<p>45. I am not allowed to &#8220;Go to Bragg boulevard and shake daddy&#8217;s<br />
little money maker for twenties stuffed into my undies&#8221;.</p>
<p>46. I am not authorized to fire officers.</p>
<p>47. I am not a citizen of Texas, and those other, forty-nine, lesser states.</p>
<p>48. I may not use public masturbation as a tool to demonstrate a flaw<br />
in a command decision.</p>
<p>49. Not allowed to trade military equipment for &#8220;magic beans&#8221;.</p>
<p>50. Not allowed to sell magic beans during duty hours.</p>
<p>51. Not allowed to quote &#8220;Dr Seuss&#8221; on military operations.</p>
<p>52. Not allowed to yell &#8220;Take that Cobra&#8221; at the rifle range.</p>
<p>53. Not allowed to quote &#8220;Full Metal Jacket &#8221; at the rifle range.</p>
<p>54. &#8220;Napalm sticks to kids&#8221; is *not* a motivational phrase.</p>
<p>55. An order to &#8220;Put Kiwi on my boots&#8221; does *not* involve fruit.</p>
<p>56. An order to &#8220;Make my Boots black and shiny&#8221; does not involve<br />
electrical tape.</p>
<p>57. The proper response to a lawful order is not &#8220;Why?&#8221;</p>
<p>58. The following words and phrases may not be used in a cadence-<br />
Budding sexuality, necrophilia, I hate everyone in this formation and<br />
wish they were dead, sexual lubrication, black earth mother, all<br />
Marines are latent homosexuals, Tantric yoga, Gotterdammerung, Korean<br />
hooker, Eskimo Nell, we&#8217;ve all got jackboots now, slut puppy, or any<br />
references to squid.</p>
<p>59. May not make posters depicting the leadership failings of my chain<br />
of command.</p>
<p>60. &#8220;The Giant Space Ants&#8221; are not at the top of my chain of command.</p>
<p>61. If one soldier has a 2nd Lt bar on his uniform, and I have an E-4<br />
on mine It means he outranks me. It does not mean &#8220;I have been<br />
promoted three more times than you&#8221;.</p>
<p>62. It is better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission, no longer<br />
applies to Specialist Schwarz.</p>
<p>63. Command decisions do *not* need to be ratified by a 2/3 majority.</p>
<p>64. Inflatable novelties do *not* entitle me to BAQ or Separation pay.</p>
<p>65. There are no evil clowns living under my bed.</p>
<p>66. There is no &#8220;Anti-Mime&#8221; campaign in Bosnia.</p>
<p>67. I am not the Psychological Warfare Mascot.</p>
<p>68. I may not line my helmet with tin foil to &#8220;Block out the space<br />
mind control lasers&#8221;.</p>
<p>69. May not pretend to be a fascist stormtrooper, while on duty.</p>
<p>70. I am not authorized to prescribe any form of medication.</p>
<p>71. I must not flaunt my deviances in front of my chain of command.</p>
<p>72. May not wear gimp mask while on duty.</p>
<p>73. No military functions are to be performed &#8220;Skyclad&#8221;.</p>
<p>74. Woad is not camouflage makeup.</p>
<p>75. May not conduct psychological experiments on my chain of command.</p>
<p>76. &#8220;Teddy Bear, Teddy bear, turn around&#8221; is *not* a cadence.</p>
<p>77. The MP checkpoint is not an Imperial Stormtrooper roadblock, so I<br />
should not tell them &#8220;You don&#8217;t need to see my identification, these<br />
are not the droids you are looking for.&#8221;</p>
<p>78. I may not call block my chain of command.</p>
<p>79. I am neither the king nor queen of cheese.</p>
<p>80. Not allowed to wear a dress to any army functions.</p>
<p>81. May not bring a drag queen to the battalion formal dance.</p>
<p>82. May not form any press gangs.</p>
<p>83. Must not start any SITREP (Situation Report) with &#8220;I recently had<br />
an experience I just had to write you about&#8230;.&#8221;</p>
<p>84. Must not use military vehicles to &#8220;Squish&#8221; things.</p>
<p>85. Not allowed to make any Psychological Warfare products depicting<br />
the infamous Ft. Bragg sniper incident.</p>
<p>86. May not challenge anyone in my chain of command to the &#8220;field of honor&#8221;.</p>
<p>87. If the thought of something makes me giggle for longer than 15<br />
seconds, I am to assume that I am not allowed to do it.</p>
<p>88. Must not refer to 1st Sgt as &#8220;Mom&#8221;.</p>
<p>89. Must not refer to the Commander as &#8220;Dad&#8221;.</p>
<p>90. Inflatable sheep do *not* need to be displayed during a room inspection.</p>
<p>91. I am not authorized to initiate Jihad.</p>
<p>92. When asked to give a few words at a military ceremony &#8220;Romper<br />
Bomper Stomper Boo&#8221; is probably not appropriate.</p>
<p>93. Nerve gas is not funny.</p>
<p>94. Crucifixes do not ward off officers, and I should not test that.</p>
<p>95. I am not in need of a more suitable host body.</p>
<p>96. &#8220;Redneck Zombies&#8221; is not a military training aid.</p>
<p>97. Gozer does not dwell in my refrigerator.</p>
<p>98. The proper response to a chemical weapon attack is not &#8220;Tell my<br />
chain of command what I really think about them, and then poke holes<br />
in their masks.&#8221;</p>
<p>99. A smiley face is not used to mark a minefield.</p>
<p>100. Claymore mines are not filled with yummy candy, and it is wrong<br />
to tell new soldiers that they are.</p>
<p>101. I am not allowed to mount a bayonet on a crew-served weapon.</p>
<p>102. Rodents are not entitled to burial with full military honors,<br />
even if they are &#8220;casualties of war&#8221;.</p>
<p>103. My commander is not old enough to have fought in the civil war,<br />
and I should stop implying that he did.</p>
<p>104. Vodka, green food coloring, and a &#8220;Cool Mint&#8221; Listerine(r) bottle<br />
is not a good combination.</p>
<p>105. I am not allowed to bum cigarettes off of anyone under twelve.</p>
<p>106. I may not trade my rifle for any of the following: Cigarettes,<br />
booze, sexual favors, Kalishnikovs, Soviet Armored vehicles, small<br />
children, or bootleg CD&#8217;s.</p>
<p>107. Must not mock command decisions in front of the press.</p>
<p>108. Should not taunt members of the press, even if they are really<br />
fat, exceptionally stupid, and working for UPI.</p>
<p>109. I am not authorized to change national policy in Eastern Europe.</p>
<p>110. Never, ever, attempt to correct a Green Beret officer about anything.</p>
<p>111. I am not qualified to operate any US, German, Polish, or Russian<br />
Armored vehicles.</p>
<p>112. When saluting a &#8220;leg&#8221; officer, an appropriate greeting is not<br />
&#8220;Airborne leads the wa- oh&#8230;sorry sir&#8221;.</p>
<p>113. There is absolutely no need to emulate the people from &#8220;Full<br />
Monty&#8221; every time I hear the song &#8220;Hot Stuff&#8221;.</p>
<p>114. I cannot trade my CO to the Russians.</p>
<p>115. I should not speculate on the penis size of anyone who outranks me.</p>
<p>116. Crucifying mice &#8211; bad idea.</p>
<p>117. Must not use government equipment to bootleg pornography.</p>
<p>118. Burn pits for classified material are not revel fires &#8211; therefore<br />
it is wrong to dance naked around them.</p>
<p>119. I cannot arrest children for being rude.</p>
<p>120. An EO briefing is probably not the best place to unveil my newest<br />
off color joke.</p>
<p>121. I should not use government resources to &#8220;waterproof&#8221; dirty magazines.</p>
<p>122. Radioactive material should not be stored in the barracks.</p>
<p>123. I should not teach other soldiers to say offensive and crude<br />
things in Albanian, under the guise of teaching them how to say<br />
potentially useful phrases.</p>
<p>124. Two drink limit does not mean first and last.</p>
<p>125. Two drink limit does not mean two kinds of drinks.</p>
<p>126. Two drink limit does not mean the drinks can be as large as I like.</p>
<p>127. &#8220;No Drinking Of Alcoholic Beverages&#8221; does not imply that a Jack<br />
Daniel&#8217;s (r) IV is acceptable.</p>
<p>128. &#8220;Shpadoinkle&#8221; is not a real word.</p>
<p>129. The Microsoft (r) &#8220;Dancing Paperclip&#8221; is not authorized to<br />
countermand any orders.</p>
<p>130. &#8220;I&#8217;m drunk&#8221; is a bad answer to any question posed by my commander.</p>
<p>131. No dancing in the turret. This especially applies in conjunction<br />
with rule #113.</p>
<p>132. The loudspeaker system is not a forum to voice my ideas.</p>
<p>133. The loudspeaker system is not to be used to replace the radio.</p>
<p>134. The loudspeaker system is not to be used to broadcast the<br />
soundtrack to a porno movie.</p>
<p>135. An order to put polish on my boots means the whole boot.</p>
<p>136. Shouting &#8220;Let&#8217;s do the village! Let&#8217;s do the whole fucking<br />
village!&#8221; while out on a mission is bad.</p>
<p>137. Should not show up at the front gate wearing part of a Russian<br />
uniform, messily drunk.</p>
<p>138. Even if my commander did it.</p>
<p>139. Must not teach interpreters how to make &#8220;MRE&#8221; bombs.</p>
<p>140. I am not authorized to sell mineral rights.</p>
<p>141. Not allowed to use a broadsword to disprove &#8220;The Pen is Mightier<br />
than the sword&#8221;.</p>
<p>142. &#8220;Calvin-Ball&#8221; is not authorized PT.</p>
<p>143. I do not need to keep a &#8220;range card&#8221; by my window.</p>
<p>144. &#8220;K-Pot, LBE, and a thin coat of Break-free&#8221; is not an authorized uniform.</p>
<p>145. I should not drink three quarts of blue food coloring before a urine test.</p>
<p>146. Nor should I drink three quarts of red food coloring, and scream<br />
during the same.</p>
<p>147. I should not threaten suicide with pop rocks and Coke (r).</p>
<p>148. Putting red &#8220;Mike and Ike&#8217;s&#8221; (r) into a prescription medicine<br />
bottle, and then eating them all in a formation is not funny.</p>
<p>149. Must not create new DOD forms, then insist they be filled out.</p>
<p>150. On Sports Day PT, a wedgie is not considered a legal tackle.</p>
<p>151. The proper way to report to my Commander is &#8220;Specialist Schwarz,<br />
reporting as ordered, Sir&#8221; not &#8220;You can&#8217;t prove a thing!&#8221;</p>
<p>152. The following items do not exist: Keys to the Drop Zone, A box of<br />
grid squares, blinker fluid, winter air for tires, canopy lights, or<br />
Chem-Light (r) batteries.</p>
<p>153. I should not assign new privates to &#8220;guard the flight line&#8221;.</p>
<p>154. Shouldn&#8217;t treat &#8220;piss-bottles&#8221; with extra-strength icy hot.</p>
<p>155. Teaching Albanian children to taunt other soldiers is not nice.</p>
<p>156. I will no longer perform &#8220;lap-dances&#8221; while in uniform.</p>
<p>157. If I take the uniform off, in the course of the lap-dance, it still counts.</p>
<p>158. The revolution is not now.</p>
<p>159. When detained by MP&#8217;s, I do not have a right to a strip search.</p>
<p>160. No part of the military uniform is edible.</p>
<p>161. Bodychecking General officers is not a good idea.</p>
<p>162. Past lives have absolutely no effect on the chain of command.</p>
<p>163. Take that hat off.</p>
<p>164. There is no such thing as a were-virgin.</p>
<p>165. I do not get &#8220;that time of month&#8221;.</p>
<p>166. No, the pants are not optional.</p>
<p>167. Not allowed to operate a business out of the barracks.</p>
<p>168. Especially not a pornographic movie studio.</p>
<p>169. Not even if they *are* &#8220;especially patriotic films&#8221;</p>
<p>170. Not allowed to &#8220;defect&#8221; to OPFOR during training missions.</p>
<p>171. On training missions, try not to shoot down the General&#8217;s helicopter.</p>
<p>172. &#8220;A full magazine and some privacy&#8221; is not the way to help a<br />
potential suicide.</p>
<p>173. I am not allowed to create new levels of security clearance.</p>
<p>174. Furby (r) is not allowed into classified areas. (I swear to the<br />
gods, I did not make that up, it&#8217;s actually DOD policy).</p>
<p>175. We do not &#8220;charge into battle, naked, like the Celts&#8221;.</p>
<p>176. Any device that can crawl across the table on medium, does not<br />
need to be brought into the office.</p>
<p>177. I am not to refer to a formation as &#8220;the boxy rectangle thingie&#8221;.</p>
<p>178. I am not &#8220;A lesbian trapped in a man&#8217;s body&#8221;.</p>
<p>179. On Army documents, my race is not &#8220;Other&#8221;.</p>
<p>180. Nor is it &#8220;Secretariat, in the third&#8221;.</p>
<p>181. Pokémon(r) trainer is not an MOS.</p>
<p>182. There is no FM for &#8220;wall-to-wall counseling&#8221;.</p>
<p>183. My chain of command has neither the time, nor the inclination to<br />
hear about what I did with six boxes of Fruit Roll-Ups. (r)</p>
<p>184. When operating a military vehicle I may *not* attempt something<br />
&#8220;I saw in a cartoon&#8221;.</p>
<p>185. My name is not a killing word.</p>
<p>186. I am not the Emperor of anything.</p>
<p>187. Must not taunt officers in the throes of nicotine withdrawal,<br />
with cigarettes.</p>
<p>188. May not challenge officers to &#8220;Meet me on the field of honor, at dawn&#8221;.</p>
<p>189. Do not dare SERE graduates to eat bugs. They will always do it.</p>
<p>190. Must not make s&#8217;mores while on guard duty.</p>
<p>191. Our Humvees cannot be assembled into a giant battle-robot.</p>
<p>192. The proper response to a briefing is not &#8220;That&#8217;s what you think&#8221;.</p>
<p>193. The Masons, and Gray Aliens are not in our chain of command.</p>
<p>194. Shouldn&#8217;t take incriminating photos of my chain of command.</p>
<p>195. Shouldn&#8217;t use Photoshop (r) to create incriminating photos of my<br />
chain of command.</p>
<p>196. I am not allowed to give tattoos.</p>
<p>197. I am not allowed to sing &#8220;Henry the VIII I am&#8221; until verse 68 ever again.</p>
<p>198. Not allowed to lead a &#8220;Coup&#8221; during training missions.</p>
<p>199. I should not confess to crimes that took place before I was born.</p>
<p>200. My chain of command is not interested in why I &#8220;just happen&#8221; to<br />
have a kilt, an inflatable sheep, and a box of rubber bands in the<br />
back of my car.</p>
<p>201. Must not valiantly push officers onto hand grenades to save the squad.</p>
<p>202. Despite the confusing similarity in the names, the &#8220;Safety Dance&#8221;<br />
and the &#8220;Safety Briefing&#8221; are never to be combined.</p>
<p>203. &#8220;To conquer the earth with an army of flying monkeys&#8221; is a bad<br />
long term goal to give the re-enlistment NCO.</p>
<p>204. NEVER nail a stuffed bunny to a cross and put it up in front of<br />
the Battalion Headquarters sign as an &#8220;Easter Desecration.&#8221;</p>
<p>205. Don&#8217;t write up false gigs on a HMMWV PMCS. (&#8220;Broken clutch<br />
pedal&#8221;, &#8220;Number three turbine has frequent flame-outs&#8221;, &#8220;flux<br />
capacitor emits loud whine when engaged&#8221;)</p>
<p>206. Not allowed to get shot.</p>
<p>207. The Chicken and Rice MRE is *not* a personal lubricant. (Skippy<br />
wanted this noted for the record that this is not something he has<br />
ever attempted or considered! It was something we heard at dinner on<br />
22 September 2001 and it was just so obscene it had to go here.)</p>
<p>208. Not allowed to play into the deluded fantasies of the civilians<br />
who are &#8220;hearing conversations&#8221; from the NSA, FBI, CIA and KGB due to<br />
the microchip the aliens implanted in their brain.</p>
<p>209. An airsickness bag is to be used for airsickness *only*. (Also<br />
not a Skippy-ism&#8230;this was the same dinner.)</p>
<p>210. Must not make T-shirts up depicting a pig with the writing &#8220;Eat<br />
Pork or Die&#8221; in Arabic to bring as civilian attire when preparing to<br />
deploy to a primarily Muslim country.</p>
<p>211. Don&#8217;t ask LTC Steele to sign my copy of Blackhawk Down.</p>
<p>212. Must not go on nine deployments in six years that require a<br />
security clearance that I don&#8217;t have, even if the Army tells me<br />
repeatedly that I have one and I have no reason to question them.</p>
<p>213. Do not convince NCO&#8217;s that their razorbumps are the result of<br />
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<p class="blogSubject">Finally, something to smile about!<br />
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<p class="blogContent">And could you believe its school? Yes, I feel a little retarded but its probably the best thing going for me right now&#8230; Oh and I can&#8217;t wait&#8230;fortunately I have a pretty good schedule this semester&#8230; The earliest I have to be there is 9am M-W-F and 8 am T-Th I&#8217;m out of class before 1pm on Fridays&#8230;(with no work that day&#8230;wahoo!) I&#8217;ll still have time to get a run in before heading home everyday..so yah!! (no excuse now) oh well&#8230;maybe I&#8217;ll try heading to VanderVeer during my lunch break&#8230;I see no point in heading home just to return and fight for parking&#8230;I guess I&#8217;ll see how things go&#8230;.oh well wish me luck!</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Antisocialism&#8230;.whoa&#8230;.<br />
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<p class="blogContent">Yah isn&#8217;t just shitty as all get out when you realize your parents are right? So I&#8217;ve made some tough choices in my life&#8230;and they served me well&#8230;. And I have to admit I considered it a low blow when my dad said he&#8217;d compromise with me on something (we were arguing) if I got a social life&#8230;ouch&#8230; But ofcourse he was right&#8230;I ditched mine right before I got out of high school&#8230;My friends were my big down fall back then&#8230;terrible influences&#8230;I hate that I had to do it&#8230;but they were headed no where fast&#8230;If I would have stayed I think I would probably have been to rehab a half dozen times&#8230;and had six children by now&#8230;.so I&#8217;m not sorry about getting my life on track&#8230;And since highschool its all been non stop&#8230;.I worked my ass off to go to college&#8230;because I had too&#8230;.I worked everyday and went to school full time&#8230;I had no time for myself  &#8230;Okay on to my third year of college&#8230;I started at a new school&#8230;I still worked&#8230;I started making new friends&#8230;OMG life got in the way&#8230;I joined the military&#8230;some of those new friends&#8230;lets just say they aren&#8217;t so friendly anymore&#8230;I had to do what I had to do&#8230; But since I did take a semester off things have started to cool down for me a bit&#8230;I&#8217;ve realized I don&#8217;t need to be in such a rush&#8230; life happens enjoy it&#8230;so I&#8217;m not going to take freakin 18 credit hours per semester and work too&#8230;Oh well&#8230;So what that I would have been a senior this year if things would have gone as planned&#8230;hell I&#8217;m only 20 I think I&#8217;m doing okay&#8230; So I guess I will &#8220;try&#8221; and socialize more&#8230;I think I can handle it&#8230;I mean its not like I never wanted too&#8230;Plus I&#8217;m tired of being Ms. AntiSocial&#8230;. I guess this means I should go out and try and do something huh?</p>
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<p class="blogTimeStamp">Thursday, August 24, 2006</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">Too bad August is almost over&#8230;<br />
Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/crazy.gif" alt="" align="absMiddle" /> crazy</p>
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<p align="center"><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Bizarre</span></strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><strong> Holidays in August</strong></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">August is . . . . National Catfish Month, National Golf Month, National Eye Exam Month, National Water Quality Month, Romance Awareness Month, Peach Month, and Foot Health Month</p>
<p>August 1 is . . . . . Friendship Day and National Raspberry Cream Pie Day</p>
<p>August 2 is . . . . . National Ice Cream Sandwich Day</p>
<p>August 3 is . . . . . National Watermelon Day</p>
<p>August 4 is . . . . . Twins Day Festival</p>
<p>August 5 is . . . . . National Mustard Day</p>
<p>August 6 is . . . . . Wiggle Your Toes Day</p>
<p>August 7 is . . . . . Sea Serpent Day</p>
<p>August 8 is . . . . . Sneak Some Zucchini Onto Your Neighbor&#8217;s Porch Night</p>
<p>August 9 is . . . . . National Polka Festival</p>
<p>August 10 is . . . . Lazy Day</p>
<p>August 11 is . . . . Presidential Joke Day</p>
<p>August 12 is . . . . Middle Child&#8217;s Day</p>
<p>August 13 is . . . . Blame Someone Else Day</p>
<p>August 14 is . . . . National Creamsicle Day</p>
<p>August 15 is . . . . National Relaxation Day and National Failures Day</p>
<p>August 16 is . . . . Bratwurst Festival</p>
<p>August 17 is . . . . National Thriftshop Day</p>
<p>August 18 is . . . . Bad Poetry Day</p>
<p>August 19 is . . . . Potato Day</p>
<p>August 20 is . . . . National Radio Day</p>
<p>August 21 is . . . . National Spumoni Day</p>
<p>August 22 is . . . . Be An Angel Day</p>
<p>August 23 is . . . . National Spongecake Day</p>
<p>August 24 is . . . . Knife Day</p>
<p>August 25 is . . . . Kiss-And-Make-Up Day</p>
<p>August 26 is . . . . National Cherry Popsicle Day</p>
<p>August 27 is . . . . Petroleum Day</p>
<p>August 28 is . . . . World Sauntering Day</p>
<p>August 29 is . . . . More Herbs, Less Salt Day</p>
<p>August 30 is . . . . National Toasted Marshmallow Day</p>
<p>August 31 is . . . . National Trail Mix Day<br />
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<p class="blogSubject">I thought the sun was a monster&#8230;.</p>
<p class="blogContent"> <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  oh yah&#8230;you know who you are&#8230;I just dont know it yet&#8230;. hmm&#8230;. (Okay then if its not a monster&#8230;.what is it?)</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">girly&#8230;who me?<br />
Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/satisfied.gif" alt="" align="absMiddle" /> satisfied</p>
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<p><span style="font-size:x-small;">Me being in the girly mood that I am in&#8230;(Uhh&#8230;I just thought of that&#8230;me girly? hmm&#8230;I wonder when that happened? maybe I am?&#8230;I guess Im okay with that&#8230;I should cut back on watching chick flicks) was thinking back from when I was growing up&#8230;my friends and I always had songs that we thought would be the theme song for our life story&#8230;I think I&#8217;ve found one that fits for me&#8230;something I tend to wholeheartedly agree with&#8230;.but ofcourse only time will tell&#8230;&#8230;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:x-small;"><strong>&#8220;I Believe In Love&#8221;</p>
<p></strong>I made a promise to myself<br />
Locked it away deep down inside<br />
Told my heart we&#8217;d wait it out<br />
Swore we&#8217;d never compromise<br />
Oh I&#8217;d rather be alone<br />
Like I am tonight<br />
Than settle for the kind of love<br />
That fades before the morning light</p>
<p>Silence stared me in the face<br />
And I finally heard its voice<br />
It seemed to softly say<br />
That in love you have a choice<br />
Today i got the answer<br />
And there&#8217;s a world of truth behind it<br />
Love is out there waiting somewhere<br />
You just have to go and find it</p>
<p>I believe in love, I believe in love<br />
A love that&#8217;s real, love that&#8217;s strong<br />
Love that lives on and on<br />
Yes I believe in love<br />
Yes I believe in love</span></p>
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<p class="blogSubject">life</p>
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<div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Its crazy how  you can become completely depressed and full of despair&#8230; life just sucks, your moody, and can&#8217;t figure out what the  hell is wrong with you, you become detached from society..lost in your own little world&#8230;..and any little joking matter can just push you over the edge&#8230; Here&#8217;s a dumb example..(and I feel like a flipping moron now)&#8230; but I got totally pissed one time somebody was talking about camouflaged communion wafers&#8230;I was like WTF don&#8217;t disrespect peoples beliefs&#8230;Now I&#8217;m like what the hell was my deal? &#8230;.I&#8217;ll admit  yeah its was a little funny&#8230;  </span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Days/weeks/months  like that are just plain not fair&#8230;. You just feel like crying or screaming at any little thing&#8230; And all you feel like doing is  curling up in a little  ball and just disappearing for the next 6 months&#8230;I&#8217;ve had way too many days like that&#8230;depression/self esteem/self worth issues are  huge  issues&#8230; Issues I think everybody should be aware of&#8230;.I&#8217;m happy to say that I&#8217;ve worked threw a lot of my issues&#8230; I&#8217;m not as self conscious as I used to be&#8230;and actually feel like I have some self worth, and now I&#8217;m determined to become the best person I can be. </span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:Georgia;">I realize how great life is, and how each new day has the potential to be fantastic one, on days like today&#8230;..when you wake up smiling, happy to start another day&#8230; Eager to get moving and are determined not to  let the little things get to you. Being happy is so much easier when you don&#8217;t let dumb inconsequential things bother you&#8230; Making other people laugh and smile is always my goal now days&#8230;. Plus I think people like me more when I&#8217;m happy, at least then I&#8217;m not called a bitch&#8230; ha any way&#8230; the point is, when your overcoming such personal issues, your occasionally going to have slip ups and days when old habits come in to play&#8230;.I&#8217;m sorry for being moody&#8230;.I&#8217;m just trying not to let any old habits of mine&#8230;become new ones again&#8230;. </span></div>
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<p class="blogSubject">My dirty word of choice&#8230;.<br />
Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/amused.gif" alt="" align="absMiddle" /> amused</p>
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<p align="center"><span style="font-size:large;font-family:Comic Sans MS;"> <span style="font-size:medium;">(I thought that this was midly entertaining)</span></span></p>
<div><strong>&#8220;Fuck You&#8221;</strong></div>
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<blockquote><p>Perhaps one of the most interesting and colorful words in the English language is the word &#8220;Fuck&#8221;. It is a magical word; one that just by its sound can describe pain, pleasure, love, and hate. Besides its sexual connotations, this incredible word can be used to describe many situations:</p>
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<td>&#8220;I got fucked by the car dealer.&#8221;</td>
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<td>Dismay:</td>
<td>&#8220;Oh, fuck it!&#8221;</td>
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<td>Trouble:</td>
<td>&#8220;Well, I guess I&#8217;m fucked now!&#8221;</td>
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<td>Aggression:</td>
<td>&#8220;Fuck You!&#8221;</td>
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<td>&#8220;Fuck me!&#8221;</td>
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<td>Confusion:</td>
<td>&#8220;What the fuck&#8230;.?&#8221;</td>
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<td>Difficulty:</td>
<td>&#8220;I don&#8217;t understand this fucking business&#8230;&#8221;</td>
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<td>Despair:</td>
<td>&#8220;Fucked again!&#8221;</td>
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<td>&#8220;He fucks up everything!&#8221;</td>
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<td>&#8220;What the fuck is going on here?&#8221;</td>
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<td>&#8220;Where the fuck are we?&#8221;</td>
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<td>&#8220;Unfuckingbelievable!&#8221;</td>
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<p>It can be used in an anatomical description &#8212; &#8220;He&#8217;s a fucking asshole!&#8221; It can be used to tell time &#8212; &#8220;It&#8217;s five-fucking thirty!&#8221; It can be used in business &#8212; &#8220;How the hell did I end up with this fucking job?&#8221; It can be maternal, as in &#8220;Mother Fucker&#8221;. It can be political &#8212; &#8220;Fuck Bill Clinton!&#8221;</p>
<p>And never forget General Custer&#8217;s last words: &#8220;Where did all them fucking Indians come from?&#8221; Also, the famous last words of the Mayor of Hiroshima: &#8220;What the fuck was that?&#8221; And last, but not least, the immortal words of the Captain of the Titanic, who said, &#8220;Where did all this fucking water come from?&#8221;</p>
<p>The mind fairly boggles at the many creative uses of the word! How can anyone be offended when you say, &#8220;Fuck&#8221;? Use it frequently in your daily speech! It adds to your prestige.</p>
<p>Today&#8230;Say &#8220;Fuck You!&#8221; to Someone!!</p></blockquote>
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<p class="blogSubject">Hmm&#8230;To eat or not to eat?<br />
Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/hungry.gif" alt="" align="absMiddle" /> hungry</p>
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<p><img style="width:397px;height:357px;" title="Sprinkled Doughnut photo" src="http://images.inmagine.com/img/dynamicgraphics/vc004/vc004061.jpg" alt="Sprinkled Doughnut photo" width="466" height="411" /><span class="text"><br />
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<p><font class="text"><img title="Cruller Doughnut photo" src="http://images.inmagine.com/img/dynamicgraphics/vc004/vc004065.jpg" alt="Cruller Doughnut photo" /><br />
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<img title="Glazed Doughnut  photo" src="http://images.inmagine.com/img/dynamicgraphics/vc004/vc004068.jpg" alt="Glazed Doughnut  photo" /><img title="Powdered Sugar Donut photo" src="http://images.inmagine.com/img/dynamicgraphics/vc004/vc004073.jpg" alt="Powdered Sugar Donut photo" /><img title="Chocolate Doughnut  photo" src="http://images.inmagine.com/img/dynamicgraphics/vc004/vc004063.jpg" alt="Chocolate Doughnut  photo" /></p>
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<p>This last ones&#8230;.all mine! <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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<p class="blogSubject">WTF is wrong with me?<br />
Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/depressed.gif" alt="" align="absMiddle" /> depressed</p>
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<p>why is it that sometimes I feel like I need to shut the hell up?&#8230;I run my mouth like crazy, sometimes I amaze myself with the words that slip from my mouth&#8230;I can talk a lot of trash when I&#8217;m mad&#8230;bluff my way through not feeling bad about it&#8230;(really kills me to even think it) but I&#8217;m not any good with handling the same shit thrown back at me&#8230;especially the truth&#8230;damn it&#8230;.</p>
<p> I guess I&#8217;m a little shy when it comes to relationships&#8230;whats your deal? So I&#8217;m not the best at anything, I will never be the most outgoing person &#8230; I&#8217;m not like other prissy pink and perfect women I know/and knew, I&#8217;m not pretty , I don&#8217;t have money to throw around (I worked my ass off to go to college&#8230;) I&#8217;m not going to slut myself out just to get some lame assed curb trash just to have a guy&#8230;You don&#8217;t think I haven&#8217;t noticed I don&#8217;t date much? and that I dont have guys throwing themselves at me? &#8230; WTF? I&#8217;m the first one to notice that&#8230;omg&#8230;.so I&#8217;m sorry I dont whore myself out&#8230;. atleast I pretend to have a little class&#8230;I&#8217;ve learned to deal with it&#8230;so please get off my case&#8230;. Who the hell gives anyone the right to treat me this way&#8230;. I never said much about my friends throwing themselves  at any girl/ or guy with in sight, they know how I feel about that crap&#8230;(morons) &#8230;and all those lame assed boyfriends/girlfriends who treated them like shit&#8230; I&#8217;ve seen the way others get hurt by stupid assholes&#8230;I just dont want to set myself up for failure&#8230; So I&#8217;m not actively looking for anyone just so I can say so and so is my boyfriend&#8230;I want to find a real somebody, find someone who&#8217;ll like me the way I am, even if I&#8217;m not some gorgeous perfect chick&#8230;ya know?  personality/intelligence/humor has got to count for something right? ahh!!!!!!!</p>
<p>I hate that I can be so shy when it comes to shit like that&#8230;because really I don&#8217;t enjoy being that way..I hate it! ..I wish I could be like other girls and  talk to whom ever whenever? Well I know I can I&#8217;m just a freaking wuss! Hell really I&#8217;m just tired of being ignored, mentally shaken, and used by people Why can&#8217;t I be freaking mean???&#8230;My niceness is biting me in the ass&#8230;what a freaking loser I am!</p>
<p>I also wish I could shout &#8220;look right here! me, yah me! I&#8217;m not some bitch!!!&#8221; &#8230; Really what the Fuck is wrong with me?  Why the hell can&#8217;t I be like &#8220;other&#8221; people (who ever they are&#8230;) normal people&#8230;And why can&#8217;t people get over the fact that I joined the military? yes me, a female!!!!!!!UGH!!! Oh my so what now we can&#8217;t be friends? Because your loser assed self doesnt have the guts to do it, but I did&#8230;well fuck you&#8230;. So great&#8230;.I love the way people make me feel about myself&#8230;.Obviously you guys didn&#8217;t think myself esteem wasn&#8217;t low enough so lets actually throw her into that hole of depression&#8230;damn you guys&#8230;</p>
<p>I&#8217;m sorry I&#8217;m in such an ugly mood&#8230;I have pity for anyone who actually read this&#8230;but I just want to be happy&#8230;tired of being the odd one out&#8230;. the &#8220;quite&#8221; girl&#8230;I&#8217;m not looking for some elaborate future&#8230;I just want to find the one someone who&#8217;ll love me, make me smile&#8230;I want a family of my own&#8230; who doesnt?&#8230;well etc. etc&#8230; mushy mush&#8230;ha&#8230;actually I&#8217;m already in a better mood&#8230;.venting is good&#8230; I dunno maybe when school starts things will be looking better&#8230;oh better keep a look out for me <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  hmm&#8230; anywho and way&#8230; hopefully the next posting will be at little less dramatic&#8230;yah&#8230;.I hope so&#8230;.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size:x-small;"> <br />
</span><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and <br />
ends with a tear.</p>
<p>Don&#8217;t cry over anyone who won&#8217;t cry over you. </p>
<p>If love isn&#8217;t a game, why are there so many <br />
players?</p>
<p>Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave,<br />
and impossible to forget.  </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You can only go as far as you push! <br />
</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Actions speak louder than words. <br />
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<p><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The hardest thing to do is watch the one you<br />
love,  love somebody else.<br />
</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Don&#8217;t let the past hold you back, you&#8217;re<br />
missing  the good stuff.</p>
<p>Life&#8217;s short. If you don&#8217;t look around once in<br />
a  while you might miss it.</p>
<p>A best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard  to <br />
find and lucky to have.</p>
<p>Some people make the world special by just <br />
being in  it.</p>
<p>When it hurts to look back, and you&#8217;re scared <br />
to  look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there. </p>
<p>True friendship never ends. </p>
<p>Friends are forever.</p>
<p>Good friends are like stars&#8230;.you don&#8217;t always<br />
see  them, but you know they are always there. </p>
<p>Don&#8217;t frown, you never know who is falling in <br />
love with your smile. </p>
<p>What do you do when the only person who can<br />
make  you stop crying is the person who made you cry? </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <br />
Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with <br />
them.</p>
<p>Everything is okay in the end. If it&#8217;s not <br />
okay, then it&#8217;s not the end.</p>
<p>Most people walk in and out of your life, but<br />
only friends leave footprints in your heart.<br />
</span></p>
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<p class="blogSubject">what friends are&#8230;</p>
<p class="blogContent"> A Friend&#8230;.<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (A)ccepts you as you are<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (B)elieves in &#8220;you&#8221;<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (C)alls you just to say &#8220;HI&#8221;<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (D)oesn&#8217;t give up on you<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (E)nvisions the whole of you (even the unfinished<br />
&gt; parts)<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (F)orgives your mistakes<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (G)ives unconditionally<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (H)elps you<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (I)nvites you over<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (J)ust &#8220;be&#8221; with you<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (K)eeps you close at heart<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (L)oves you for who you are<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (M)akes a difference in your life<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (N)ever Judges<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (O)ffers support<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (P)icks you up<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (Q)uiets your fears<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (R)aises your spirits<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (S)ays nice things about you<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (T)ells you the truth when you need to hear it<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (U)nderstands you<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (V)alues you<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (W)alks beside you<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (X)-plains things you don&#8217;t understand<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (Y)ells when you won&#8217;t listen and<br />
&gt;<br />
&gt;    (Z)aps you back to reality</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">I liked this&#8230;.</p>
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<p class="blogSubject">America<br />
Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/aggravated.gif" alt="" align="absMiddle" /> aggravated</p>
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<p style="text-align:center;margin:0;" align="center"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;"> <strong><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">This is AWESOME ENJOY!!!!</span></span></strong></strong> </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;"> </span></span><strong><span style="font-size:x-large;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:24pt;font-family:Verdana;">&#8220;AMERICA!&#8221;</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">  <br />
</span></span><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
</span></span><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?view=att&amp;disp=emb&amp;attid=0.1&amp;th=10d0a82d569aa103" border="0" alt="" width="100" height="55" /><span style="font-size:x-small;color:#0000ff;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:10pt;color:blue;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
</span>..&gt;&lt;!&#8211; D(["mb","</font><strong><b><font><span>I don..'t know ..n      who put this together but, </span></font></b></strong></p>
<p>..n</p>
<p><strong><b><font><span>They deserve ..n      a lot of Ãcredit.</span></font></b></strong><strong><b><font><span> ..n      Ã</span></font></b></strong><font><span><br />
</span></font><font><span><br />
</span></font><img><b><font><span><br />
Osama ..n      Bin Laden, your time is short;</span></font></b><font><span> Ã</span></font><font><span><br />
<strong><b><font><span>We..'d rather you die, than ..n      come to court.</span></font></b></strong></span></font><strong><b><font><span> ..n      Ã</span></font></b></strong><b><font><span><br />
Why ..n      are you hiding if it was in God..'s name?</span></font></b><font><span> Ã</span></font><font><span> ..n </span></font></p>
<p>..n</p>
<p><font><span><br />
</span></font><b><font><span><br />
You..'re</span></font></b>",1] );  //&#8211;&gt;..&gt; </span><strong><strong><span style="font-size:medium;color:#0000ff;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:blue;font-family:Verdana;">I don&#8217;t know who put this together but, </span></span></strong></strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><strong><strong><span style="font-size:medium;color:#0000ff;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:blue;font-family:Verdana;">They deserve a lot of  credit.</span></span></strong></strong><strong><strong><span style="font-size:medium;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">  </span></span></strong></strong><span style="font-size:medium;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
</span></span><span style="font-size:xx-small;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
</span></span><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?view=att&amp;disp=emb&amp;attid=0.2&amp;th=10d0a82d569aa103" border="0" alt="" width="504" height="247" /><strong><span style="font-size:large;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
Osama Bin Laden, your time is short;</span></span></strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">  </span></span><span style="font-size:large;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
<strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">We&#8217;d rather you die, than come to court.</span></span></strong></strong></span></span><strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">  </span></span></strong></strong><strong><span style="font-size:large;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
Why are you hiding if it was in God&#8217;s name?</span></span></strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">  </span></span><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;"> </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size:12pt;"><br />
</span></span><strong><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
You&#8217;re</span></span></strong> ..&gt;&lt;!&#8211; D(["mb","<font><span> ..n      <b><span>just a punk with a turban; a pathetic ..n      shame.</span></b></span></font><font><span> ..n      Ã</p>
<p></span></font><img><b><font><span></p>
<p>IÃhave ..n      a question, about your theory and laws;</span></font></b><font><span> ..n      Ã </span></font><font><span><br />
<strong><b><font><span>"How come <u>you</u> never ..n      die for the ..n      cause?"</span></font></b></strong></span></font><strong><b><font><span> ..n      Ã </span></font></b></strong><b><font><span></p>
<p>Is ..n      it because you..'re a coward who counts on others?</span></font></b><font><span>ÃÃ ..n </span></font></p>
<p>..n</p>
<p><b><font><span>Well,Ãhere ..n      in America, ..n      we stand by our brothers.</span></font></b><font><span> Ã ..n </span></font><b><font><span></p>
<p>As ..n      is usual, you failed in your mission; <strong><b><font><span>If you expected pure chaos, you can keep ..n      Ãon ..n      wishing</span></font></b></strong></span>",1] );  //&#8211;&gt;..&gt; <span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"><strong><span style="font-weight:bold;">just a punk with a turban; a pathetic shame.</span></strong></span></span><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">  </p>
<p></span></span><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?view=att&amp;disp=emb&amp;attid=0.3&amp;th=10d0a82d569aa103" border="0" alt="" width="273" height="273" /><strong><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"></p>
<p>I have a question, about your theory and laws;</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">   </span></span><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
<strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">&#8220;How come <span style="text-decoration:underline;">you</span> never die for the cause?&#8221;</span></strong></strong></span></span><strong><strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">   </span></span></strong></strong><strong><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"></p>
<p>Is it because you&#8217;re a coward who counts on others?</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">   </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;" align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;">Well, here in America, we stand by our brothers.</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">   </span></span><strong><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"></p>
<p>As is usual, you failed in your mission; <strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">If you expected pure chaos, you can keep  on wishing</span></strong></strong></span> ..&gt;&lt;!&#8211; D(["mb","</font></b><strong><b><font><span> ..n      Ã </span></font></b></strong><b><font><span><br />
Americans ..n      are now focused and stronger than ever;</span></font></b><font><span>ÃÃ</span></font><b><font><span>Your ..n      death has become our next endeavor.</span></font></b><font><span> ..n      Ã</p>
<p></span></font><img><b><font><span></p>
<p>What ..n      you tried to kill, doesn..'t live in our walls;</span></font></b><font><span> ..n      Ã </span></font><font><span><br />
<strong><b><font><span>It..'s not in ..n      Ãbuildings or shopping ..n      malls.</span></font></b></strong></span></font><font><span> Ã ..n </span></font><b><font><span></p>
<p>If ..n      all of our structures came crashing down;</span></font></b><font><span> ..n      Ã </span></font><b><font><span><br />
It ..n      would still be there, safe and sound.</span></font></b><font><span> Ã ..n </span></font><b><font><span>",1] );  //&#8211;&gt;..&gt; </span></strong><strong><strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">  </span></span></strong></strong><strong><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
Americans are now focused and stronger than ever;</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">  </span></span><strong><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;">Your death has become our next endeavor.</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">  </p>
<p></span></span><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?view=att&amp;disp=emb&amp;attid=0.4&amp;th=10d0a82d569aa103" border="0" alt="" width="311" height="293" /><strong><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"></p>
<p>What you tried to kill, doesn&#8217;t live in our walls;</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">   </span></span><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
<strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">It&#8217;s not in  buildings or shopping malls.</span></strong></strong></span></span><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">   </span></span><strong><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"></p>
<p>If all of our structures came crashing down;</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">   </span></span><strong><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
It would still be there, safe and sound.</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">   </span></span><strong><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;">..&gt;&lt;!&#8211; D(["mb","</p>
<p>Because ..n      pride and courage can..'t be destroyed;</span></font></b><font><span> Ã ..n </span></font><b><font><span><br />
Even ..n      if the towers leave a deep void.</span></font></b><font><span> ..n      Ã</p>
<p></span></font><img><b><font><span></p>
<p>We..'ll ..n      band together and fill the holes</span></font></b><font><span> Ã ..n </span></font><font><span><br />
<strong><b><font><span>We..'ll bury our dead and ..n      bless their souls.</span></font></b></strong></span></font><font><span> ..n      Ã</p>
<p></span></font><img><b><font><span></p>
<p>But ..n      then our energy will focus on you;</span></font></b><font><span> Ã ..n </span></font><font><span><br />
<strong><b><font><span>And you..'ll Ãfeel the ..n      wrath of the</span></font></b></strong></span></font><strong><b><font><span> ..n      Ã </span></font></b></strong><b><font><span><br />
Red, ..n      White and Blue.",1] );  //&#8211;&gt;..&gt;</p>
<p>Because pride and courage can&#8217;t be destroyed;</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">   </span></span><strong><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
Even if the towers leave a deep void.</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">  </p>
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<p>We&#8217;ll band together and fill the holes</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">   </span></span><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
<strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">We&#8217;ll bury our dead and bless their souls.</span></strong></strong></span></span><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">  </p>
<p></span></span><img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?view=att&amp;disp=emb&amp;attid=0.6&amp;th=10d0a82d569aa103" border="0" alt="" width="450" height="309" /><strong><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"></p>
<p>But then our energy will focus on you;</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">   </span></span><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
<strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">And you&#8217;ll  feel the wrath of the</span></strong></strong></span></span><strong><strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">   </span></span></strong></strong><strong><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
Red, White and Blue. ..&gt;&lt;!&#8211; D(["mb","</span></font></b><font><span> Ã ..n</p>
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<p>So ..n      slither and hide like a snake in the grass;</span></font></b><font><span> ..n      Ã </span></font><font><span><br />
<strong><b><font><span>Because ..n      America..'s ..n      coming to</span></font></b></strong></span></font><strong><b><font><span>ÃÃ ..n </span></font></b></strong><b><u><font><span>Kick your ..n      ass</span></font></u></b><b><font><span>!!!</span></font></b><font><span> ..n      Ã</p>
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<p>Keep ..n      this email going.. PASS IT ON</span></font></b><font><span> Ã ..n</p>
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<table>",1] );  //&#8211;&gt;..&gt; </span></span></strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;"> </p>
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<p>So slither and hide like a snake in the grass;</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">   </span></span><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;"><br />
<strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Because America&#8217;s coming to</span></strong></strong></span></span><strong><strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">   </span></span></strong></strong><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;">Kick your ass</span></span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt;font-family:Verdana;">!!!</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:xx-small;"><span style="font-size:7.5pt;font-family:Verdana;">  </p>
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		<title>oh sure&#8230;&#8230;.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2007 16:15:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[SEVENTEEN:
You look at their profile constantly.
SIXTEEN:
When you&#8217;re on the phone with them late at night and they hang up, you still miss them even when it was just two minutes ago.
FIFTEEN:
You read their Texts and IMs Over and over again.
FOURTEEN:
You walk really slow when you&#8217;re with them.
THIRTEEN:
You feel shy whenever they&#8217;re around.
ELEVEN:
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>SEVENTEEN:</p>
<p>You look at their profile constantly.</p>
<p>SIXTEEN:</p>
<p>When you&#8217;re on the phone with them late at night and they hang up, you still miss them even when it was just two minutes ago.</p>
<p>FIFTEEN:</p>
<p>You read their Texts and IMs Over and over again.</p>
<p>FOURTEEN:</p>
<p>You walk really slow when you&#8217;re with them.</p>
<p>THIRTEEN:</p>
<p>You feel shy whenever they&#8217;re around.</p>
<p>ELEVEN:</p>
<p>When you think about them, your heart beats faster but slower at the same time.</p>
<p>TEN:</p>
<p>You smile when you hear their voice.</p>
<p>NINE:</p>
<p>When you look at them, you can&#8217;t see the other people around you, you just see him/her.</p>
<p>EIGHT:</p>
<p>You start listening to slow songs while thinking about them.</p>
<p>SEVEN:</p>
<p>They&#8217;re all you think about.</p>
<p>SIX:</p>
<p>You get high just from their scent.</p>
<p>FIVE:</p>
<p>You realize you&#8217;re always smiling when you&#8217;re looking at them.</p>
<p>FOUR:</p>
<p>You would do anything for them, just to see them happy.</p>
<p>THREE:</p>
<p>While reading this, there was one person on your mind this whole time.</p>
<p>TWO:</p>
<p>You were so busy thinking about that person, you didnt notice number twelve was missing</p>
<p>ONE:</p>
<p>You just scrolled up to check &amp; are now silently laughing at yourself.</p>
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		<title>hahaha&#8230;yah thought this was funny</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2007 15:54:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>cheat codes</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2007 15:52:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So I took the liberty to bring you &#8220;The Girls Cheat Code to Boys&#8221;! Enjoy&#8230;Words in Pink are the original text.  This also includes the subtitles which I have placed in white just to confuse you.  Haha!
Words in Blue are my cynical thoughts.

WHEN I FLIP MY HAIR
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>So I took the liberty to bring you &#8220;The Girls Cheat Code to Boys&#8221;! Enjoy&#8230;<font color="#ffcccc">Words in Pink are the original text.  This also includes the subtitles which I have placed in white just to confuse you.  Haha!<br />
</font><font color="#3366ff">Words in Blue are my cynical thoughts.</font></p>
<p><span class="blacktextnb10"><font size="2" face="verdana"><span class="blacktextnb10"><font size="2" face="verdana"><font color="#ffffff"></font></font></span></font></span></p>
<p><span class="blacktextnb10"><font size="2" face="verdana"><span class="blacktextnb10"><font size="2" face="verdana"><font color="#ffffff"><font color="#ffffff">WHEN I FLIP MY HAIR</font><br />
</font><font color="#ff99ff"><font color="#ffcccc">What a girl wants her boy to do- PLAY WITH MY HAIR</font><br />
</font><font color="#3333ff">What a boy wants his girl to do- ADMIRE MY KILLER HAIR, IT TOOK THREE BOTTLES OF GEL TO GET IT THIS SHINY</font></font></span></font></span><span class="blacktextnb10"><font size="2" face="verdana"><span class="blacktextnb10"><font size="2" face="verdana"></p>
<p>WHEN I RUN AWAY FROM YOU<br />
<font color="#ffcccc">Girl- CHASE ME<br />
</font></font></span></font></span><span class="blacktextnb10"><font size="2" face="verdana"><span class="blacktextnb10"><font size="2" face="verdana"><font color="#ffcccc"><font color="#3333ff">Boy- GET AWAY FROM ME BECAUSE YOU EITHER 1. HAVE REALLY BAD BREATH AND I DONT WANT TO RISK THE CHANCE OF YOU KISSING ME IF I STAY OR 2. YOU DID SOMETHING INCREDIBLY STUPID AND I DONT WANT PEOPLE TO ASSOCIATE ME WITH YOU</font></font></font></span></font></span></p>
<p><span class="blacktextnb10"><font size="2" color="#3333ff" face="verdana"><span class="blacktextnb10"></span></font></span><span class="blacktextnb10"><font size="2" face="verdana"><span class="blacktextnb10"><font size="2" face="verdana"><br />
WHEN I POUT MY LIPS<br />
<font color="#ffcccc">Girl- KISS ME<br />
</font><font color="#3333ff">Boy- I WANT PITY.  PITY ME, PITY ME AND THEN LAY A WET SLOBBERY KISS ON ME.</font></p>
<p></font></span></font></span><span class="blacktextnb10"><font size="2" face="verdana"><span class="blacktextnb10"><font size="2" face="verdana"><br />
WHEN I KICK &amp; PUNCH<br />
<font color="#ffcccc">Girl- HOLD ME TIGHT</font><br />
<font color="#3366ff">Boy- IM PROBABLY IN A FIGHTING MOOD AND WILL END UP HITTING YOU IN THE PROCESS OF HITTING MY TARGET.  BUT IF YOU ARE THE ONE IM HITTING THEN YOU DESERVED IT.  ALL YOU GIRLS ARE THE SAME AND DESERVE TO BE HIT ONCE IN A WHILE.</font></p>
<p>WHEN I CALL YOU A LOSER<br />
<font color="#ffcccc">Girl</font><font color="#ffcccc">- JUST KNOW THAT YOUR MY LOSER</font><br />
<font color="#3333ff">Boy- WAIT A MINUTE..I KNOW THIS TRICK.  IF I CALL YOU A LOSER YOU&#8217;LL START TO POUT AND GET ALL MOODY CAUSE HEAVEN FORBID I JOKE AROUND A LITTLE BIT IN THIS RELATIONSHIP.</font></p>
<p>WHEN I AM SILENT<br />
<font color="#ffcccc">Girl- IM THINKIN OF HOW TO SAY I LOVE YOU<br />
</font><font color="#3366ff">Boy- IM PROBABLY IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING IMPORTANT AND WOULD MUCH RATHER NOT LISTEN TO YOU GO ON ABOUT YOUR NAIL POLISH BEING CHIPPED.  SO WHY DON&#8217;T YOU SHUT IT BEFORE I SHUT IT FOR YOU.</font></p>
<p>WHEN I IGNORE YOU<br />
<font color="#ffcccc">Girl- I WANT ALL YOUR ATTENTION</font><br />
<font color="#3366ff">Boy- YOU PROBABLY TICKED ME OFF, IN WHICH CASE IM GOING TO KEEP IGNORING YOU UNTIL YOU FINALLY BREAK DOWN AND SEND ME LITTLE MESSAGES ABOUT HOW YOU WANT TO KILL YOURSELF CAUSE OF ME. </font>(hey&#8230;this one isn&#8217;t that far fetched)</p>
<p>WHEN I PULL AWAY<br />
<font color="#ffcccc">Girl- GRAB ME BY THE WAIST AND NEVER LET GO<br />
</font><font color="#3366ff">Boy- YOURE PROBABLY TOO CLOSE IN WHICH CASE BACK OFF.  MEN NEED THEIR MAN SPACE YOU KNOW.  WE HAVE CERTAIN JETTIES THAT CAN&#8217;T BE SQUASHED.</font></p>
<p>WHEN YOU SEE ME AT MY WORST<br />
<font color="#ffcccc">Girl- TELL ME IM BEAUTIFUL<br />
</font><font color="#3366ff">Boy- WAIT, WHY SHOULD I TELL YOU YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL IF YOU LOOK LIKE CRAP CAUSE YOU WERE TOO LAZY TO COMB YOUR HAIR AND PUT ON SOME MAKE-UP.  YOU NEVER TELL ME IM BEAUTIFUL WHEN I LOOK LIKE CRAP.  ALL YOU DO IS CRINGE.  WOMEN ARE SUCH HYPOCRITES.</font></p>
<p>WHEN I SCREAM AT YOU<br />
<font color="#ffcccc">Girl- TELL ME YOU LOVE ME AND MEAN IT<br />
</font><font color="#3366ff">Boy- YOU STUPID NO GOOD FOR NOTHING WOMAN!  YOU MEAN THAT?  OH, WELL, MAYBE SHE IS ONE.  YOU DESERVE ME TO YELL AT YOU IF YOU SCREW UP.  AND IM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU IF YOU START B!TCH!IN ME OUT.  ILL GET IN MY CAR, LEAVE, AND IGNORE YOU FOR DAYS. </font></p>
<p>WHEN YOU SEE ME WALKING<br />
<font color="#ffcccc">Girl-SNEAK UP BEHIND ME GRAB ME BY THE WAIST AND GIVE ME A KISS<br />
</font><font color="#3366ff">Boy- I HAVE SOMEWHERE TO GO SO STOP INTERFEREING WITH MY STRIDE.</font></p>
<p>IF I DONT CALL YOU<br />
<font color="#ffcccc">Girl- IM WANTING YOU TO CALL ME</font><br />
<font color="#3366ff">Boy- 1. YOU DID SOMETHING TO PI$$ ME OFF.  IN WHICH CASE ID RATHER CHEW OFF MY OWN EAR THAN LISTEN TO YOU YELL ABOUT ME NOT CALLING, ALTHOUGH IT WAS YOUR STUPID FAULT I DIDN&#8217;T CALL YOU.  2. I FOUND ANOTHER GIRL TO CONSUME MY TIME.</font></p>
<p>WHEN IM SCARED<br />
<font color="#ffcccc">Girl-HOLD ME AND TELL ME EVERYTHING WILL BE OK CAUSE I AM WITH YOU<br />
</font><font color="#3366ff">Boy- FEAR? IM NOT AFRAID OF ANYTHING. </font></p>
<p>WHEN I LOOK LIKE SOMETHINGS THE MATTER<br />
<font color="#ffcccc">Girl- KISS ME AND TELL ME NOT TO WORRY</font><br />
<font color="#3366ff">Boy- SOMETHING PROBABLY IS AND 9 CHANCES OUT OF 10 IT HAS TO DO WITH YOU.  THAT OTHER 10 PERCENT PROBABLY HAS TO DO WITH MY ANXIETIES OVER SOME SPORT.</font></p>
<p>WHILE I HOLD YOUR HANDS<br />
<font color="#ffcccc">Girl- PLAY WITH MY FINGERS</font><br />
<font color="#3366ff">Boy- YOU BETTER BE DOING SOMETHING ELSE, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.  </font></p>
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		<title>you know your in college when&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 21:19:44 +0000</pubDate>
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You know you&#8217;re in college when&#8230;
1. High school started before 8am, but now anything before noon is considered “early.”
2. You have more beer than food in your fridge.
3. Weekends start on Thursday.
4. 6am is when you go to sleep, not when you wake up.
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<p class="datawrap">You know you&#8217;re in college when&#8230;</p>
<p>1. High school started before 8am, but now anything before noon is considered “early.”</p>
<p>2. You have more beer than food in your fridge.</p>
<p>3. Weekends start on Thursday.</p>
<p>4. 6am is when you go to sleep, not when you wake up.</p>
<p>5. You know many different ways to cook ramen noodles or macaroni and cheese.</p>
<p>6. The health center gives out free condoms, and people take them… just in case.</p>
<p>7. Instead of falling asleep in class, you stay in bed.</p>
<p>8. You know how late McDonald’s, Taco Bell, Qdoba, etc. are open.</p>
<p>9. You think it’s the weekend on a Wednesday and you don’t know what month it is.</p>
<p>10. You can&#8217;t remember the last time you washed your car.</p>
<p>11. Your underwear/sock supply dictates your laundry schedule.</p>
<p>12. You check Facebook/Myspace more than once a day.</p>
<p>13. You get drunk dialed on any night of the week.</p>
<p>14. You wash dishes in the bathroom sink.</p>
<p>15. You’ve fallen off a loft bed.</p>
<p>16. You talk about beer pong like it’s a sport.</p>
<p>17. Finding random people in your house is perfectly normal, and you even sympathize with them&#8230; sometimes when you wake up you have no idea where you are.</p>
<p>18. Your primary news sources are the Daily Show and the Colbert Report.</p>
<p>19. You open a beer at 10 am and your roommate asks you if there’s more.</p>
<p>20. The standard of meals per day falls to two, sometimes just one.</p>
<p>21. Your trash is overflowing and your bank account isn’t.</p>
<p>22. You go to Target or WalMart more than 3 times a week.</p>
<p>23. You wear the same jeans for 13 days without washing them.</p>
<p>24. Your breakfast consists of a coke or cereal bar on the way to class&#8230; anything with caffeine will do.</p>
<p>25. Quarters are like gold.</p>
<p>26. Your idea of feeding the poor is buying yourself some ramen noodles.</p>
<p>27. You live in a house with three couches, none of which match.</p>
<p>28. You try to study but seem to procrastinate by eating, going to study breaks, talking to people, etc&#8230;</p>
<p>29. You talk to your roommate on instant messenger when you’re both home.</p>
<p>30. You ask people what YOU did last night.</p>
<p>31. Facebook becomes a part of your daily life – when friends say something funny, oh “that’s going on facebook.” When friends take pictures of you, you wonder how long it will take them to post them.</p>
<p>32. You’ve seen a hit and run involving a bicyclist/pedestrian.</p>
<p>33. You see people you know you’ve met but can never remember their names or how you know them.</p>
<p>34. You sleep more in class than in your room</p>
<p>35. Your idea of a square meal is a box of Pop-Tarts.</p>
<p>36. You&#8217;ve traveled with bags of dirty clothes.</p>
<p>37. You go home to do your laundry because you&#8217;re too poor to pay the $2&#8230; or too lazy to go to a change machine.</p>
<p>38. You pay $100 for a book you don&#8217;t read once, return it four months later, and get $7.</p>
<p>39. More than 20% of your household furnishings are made from milk crates.</p>
<p>40. You recognize the meat in the dorm soup as yesterday&#8217;s meatloaf, and thus decide to eat a nice bowl of cereal &#8211; a safe bet for any meal.</p>
<p>41. You use words like &#8220;thus&#8221; (see #40).</p>
<p>42. You throw out bowls and plates because you don&#8217;t feel like washing them.</p>
<p>43. Your beer pong table is nicer than all your other tables.</p>
<p>44. It takes preparation&#8230; and 3 people&#8230; to take out your garbage.</p>
<p>45. Going to the library is a social event.</p>
<p>46. You wear flip flops in the shower your freshman year&#8230; you know why.</p>
<p>47. You start joining clubs because of the free food.</p>
<p>48. Visits home depend on how much money you have for gas.</p>
<p>49. You skip one class to write a paper for another.</p>
<p>50. You have no idea where your tuition money is going&#8230; technology fees? I think not.</p>
<p>51. Bicycles don&#8217;t seem as lame as they did in high school.</p>
<p>52. You stay up late to finish homework then sleep through the class in which it was due.</p>
<p>53. Girls: You&#8217;ve balanced your foot on a shampoo bottle to shave.</p>
<p>54. Your backpack is giving you scoliosis.</p>
<p>55. You&#8217;ve written a check for 45 cents or stopped to get $2.00 of gas.</p>
<p>56. Your bill in the bookstore will be comparable to tuition.</p>
<p>57. Going to the mailbox becomes an ego booster/breaker.</p>
<p>58. Most of your T.A.s are foreign&#8230;what&#8217;s the deal?</p>
<p>59. You never realized so many people are smarter than you.</p>
<p>60. You never realized so many people are dumber than you.</p>
<p>61. Western Europe could be wiped out by a terrible plague and you&#8217;d never know, but you can recite the last episode of your favorite show verbatim.</p>
<p>62. Care packages rank right up there with birthdays.</p>
<p>63. You craft ways to make any game into a drinking/stripping game.</p>
<p>64. You meet the type of people you thought only existed in the movies.</p>
<p>65. Printers break down only when you desperately need them.</p>
<p>66. Anything can be cooked in a microwave.</p>
<p>67. Two words: bike cops.</p>
<p>68. You have Safe Ride programmed into your phone.</p>
<p>69. Old school Nintendo&#8230; and guitar hero&#8230; are pretty much the best things ever.</p>
<p>70. Going to the grocery at midnight is completely normal.</p>
<p>71. You call restaurants that deliver more than you call your own family.</p>
<p>72. You&#8217;ve paid bills over $5&#8230; in coins.</p>
<p>73. You can&#8217;t imagine life without your computer/cell phone/ ipod.</p>
<p>74. Hoodies and sweatpants become the norm &#8211; jeans are considered &#8220;dressy&#8221; at certain occasions&#8230; like school.</p>
<p>75. A canceled class is almost as exciting as Christmas.</p>
<p>76. Taking a nap in the library is perfectly acceptable.</p>
<p>77. Your professors speak English&#8230; as a second language.</p>
<p>78. Your teachers swear in class and no one cares.</p>
<p>79. Candles in your dorm room are considered contraband, but cigarettes are ok.</p>
<p>80. You finish reading this and wonder how you can procrastinate next.</td>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Jan 2007 04:11:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the 1400&#8217;s a law was set forth that a man was not allowed to beat his wife with a stick thicker than his thumb. Hence we have &#8220;the rule of thumb&#8221;.
Many years ago in Scotland , a new game was invented. It was ruled &#8220;Gentlemen Only&#8230;Ladies Forbidden&#8221;&#8230;and thus the word GOLF entered into the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bethzilla1.wordpress.com&blog=639762&post=51&subd=bethzilla1&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><font size="2">In the 1400&#8217;s a law was set forth that a man was not allowed to beat his wife with a stick thicker than his thumb. Hence we have &#8220;the rule of thumb&#8221;.</p>
<p>Many years ago in Scotland , a new game was invented. It was ruled &#8220;Gentlemen Only&#8230;Ladies Forbidden&#8221;&#8230;and thus the word GOLF entered into the English language.</p>
<p>The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time TV was Fred and Wilma Flintstone.</p>
<p>Every day more money is printed for Monopoly than the US Treasury.</p>
<p>Men can read smaller print than women can; women can hear better.</p>
<p>Coca-Cola was originally green.</p>
<p>It is impossible to lick your elbow.</p>
<p>The average number of people airborne over the US any given hour: 61,000</p>
<p>Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.</p>
<p>The first novel ever written on a typewriter: Tom Sawyer</p>
<p>Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king in history:<br />
Spades &#8211; King David<br />
Hearts &#8211; Charlemagne<br />
Clubs -Alexander, the Great<br />
Diamonds &#8211; Julius Caesar</p>
<p>111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321</p>
<p>If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If the horse has one front leg in the air the person died as a result of wounds received in battle. If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.</p>
<p>Q. If you were to spell out numbers, how far would you have to go until you would find the letter &#8220;A&#8221;?<br />
A. One thousand</p>
<p>Q. What do bullet-proof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser printers all have in common?<br />
A. All invented by women.</p>
<p>Q. What is the only food that doesn&#8217;t spoil?<br />
A. Honey</p>
<p>In Shakespeare&#8217;s time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase&#8230;&#8230;&#8230; &#8220;goodnight, sleep tight.&#8221;</p>
<p>It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride&#8217;s father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the honey month, which we know today as the honeymoon.</p>
<p>In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts&#8230; So in old England, when customers got unruly, the bartender would yell at them &#8220;Mind your pints and quarts, and settle down.&#8221; It&#8217;s where we get the phrase &#8220;mind your P&#8217;s and Q&#8217;s&#8221;</p>
<p>Many years ago in England , pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim, or handle, of their ceramic cups. When they needed a refill, they used the whistle to get some service. &#8220;Wet your whistle&#8221; is the phrase<br />
inspired by this practice.</p>
<p>Don&#8217;t delete this just because it looks weird. Believe it or not, you can read it&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.</p>
<p>I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdgnieg.<br />
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn&#8217;t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.</p>
<p>~~~~~~~~~~~AND FINALLY~~~~~~~~~~~~</p>
<p>At least 75% of people who read this will try to lick their elbow!!!!!!</font></p>
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This is documented proof that our G.I.&#8217;s torture the Iraqi children&#8230;.
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Iraqi Child Bites GI In Self Defense After Obvious Torture

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<p>This is documented proof that our G.I.&#8217;s torture the Iraqi children&#8230;.</p>
<p><strong>* * * Shocking Pictures * * * </strong></p>
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Armed American Troops Force Iraqi&#8217;s to See-Saw Until They Talk!</p>
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Iraqi Child Bites GI In Self Defense After Obvious Torture</p>
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GI Falls Asleep On Duty While Using Iraqi Child As Body Armor</p>
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GI Overheard to say .. &#8220;Talk or I&#8217;ll tickle you till you pee!&#8221;</p>
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Soldier Attempts to Eat Iraqi Child</p>
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Clear Evidence of Forced Labor by Troops</p>
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Iraqi&#8217;s Grateful That American Forces Did Not Open Fire During Soccer Game</p>
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Soldier Caught At &#8220;Tickle-Torture&#8221; To Extract Intelligence</p>
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GI Forces Iraqi Child To Hang By Finger</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wow the joys of working Saturday nights&#8230;. Okay so its not really that bad&#8230;Typically I probably wouldnt even complain this much other than Becca and Paul are in town and that just seems to ruin this whole being responsible thing&#8230;all I really want to do is say hey&#8230;Party time&#8230;Plus ergh Matt and I are struggling [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bethzilla1.wordpress.com&blog=639762&post=49&subd=bethzilla1&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Wow the joys of working Saturday nights&#8230;. Okay so its not really that bad&#8230;Typically I probably wouldnt even complain this much other than Becca and Paul are in town and that just seems to ruin this whole being responsible thing&#8230;all I really want to do is say hey&#8230;Party time&#8230;Plus ergh Matt and I are struggling lately&#8230;yah that really is a good way of putting it&#8230; I know why we are doing it&#8230;.and it sucks&#8230;we both feel so guilty. I know I do&#8230;it  just seems to bounce back and forth who&#8217;s the guilty party&#8230; one day all the blame is on me than the next Matt feels that things are all his fault because he cant change the way he feels&#8230;. plus he begins to think that he isnt good enough for me&#8230;wait a second now&#8230;isnt that up to me to decide? why I do believe it is&#8230;Ofcourse he is!!!!! He treats me so incredibly well&#8230;He is fair and honest&#8230;respects me&#8230;cares for loves me&#8230;.he is polite(usually) but who is polite all the time? haha&#8230;try and add a little humor&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.yah its dry I know&#8230;</p>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jan 2007 16:42:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;You&#8217;re Still The One&#8221;
(When I first saw you, I saw love.
And the first time you touched me, I felt love.
And after
all this time, you&#8217;re still the one I love.)
Looks like we made it
Look how far we&#8217;ve come my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we&#8217;d get there someday
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><font size="2"><font face="Verdana"><strong>&#8220;You&#8217;re Still The One&#8221;</p>
<p></strong>(When I first saw you, I saw love.<br />
And the first time you touched me, I felt love.<br />
And after<br />
all this time, you&#8217;re still the one I love.)<br />
Looks like we made it<br />
Look how far we&#8217;ve come my baby<br />
We mighta took the long way<br />
We knew we&#8217;d get there someday</p>
<p>They said, &#8220;I bet they&#8217;ll never make it&#8221;<br />
But just look at us holding on<br />
We&#8217;re still together still going strong</p>
<p>(You&#8217;re still the one)<br />
You&#8217;re still the one I run to<br />
The one that I belong to<br />
You&#8217;re still the one I want for life<br />
(You&#8217;re still the one)<br />
You&#8217;re still the one that I love<br />
The only one I dream of<br />
You&#8217;re still the one I kiss good night</p>
<p>Ain&#8217;t nothin&#8217; better<br />
We beat the odds together<br />
I&#8217;m glad we didn&#8217;t listen<br />
Look at what we would be missin&#8217;</p>
<p>They said, &#8220;I bet they&#8217;ll never make it&#8221;<br />
But just look at us holding on<br />
We&#8217;re still together still going strong</p>
<p>(You&#8217;re still the one)<br />
You&#8217;re still the one I run to<br />
The one that I belong to<br />
You&#8217;re still the one I want for life<br />
(You&#8217;re still the one)<br />
You&#8217;re still the one that I love<br />
The only one I dream of<br />
You&#8217;re still the one I kiss good night</p>
<p>(You&#8217;re still the one)<br />
You&#8217;re still the one I run to<br />
The one that I belong to<br />
You&#8217;re still the one I want for life<br />
(You&#8217;re still the one)<br />
You&#8217;re still the one that I love<br />
The only one I dream of<br />
You&#8217;re still the one I kiss good night</font></font></p>
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		<title>ugh&#8230;men&#8230;.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jan 2007 16:34:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[How many men does it take to open a beer?
&#62;None. It should be opened by the time she brings it.
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-
Why is a Laundromat a really bad place to pick up a woman?
&#62;Because a woman who can&#8217;t even afford a washing machine will probably
never be able to support you.
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><font face="arial,helvetica"><font size="2" face="Arial">How many men does it take to open a beer?<br />
&gt;None. It should be opened by the time she brings it.<br />
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<br />
Why is a Laundromat a really bad place to pick up a woman?<br />
&gt;Because a woman who can&#8217;t even afford a washing machine will probably<br />
never be able to support you.<br />
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<br />
Why do women have smaller feet than men? </font></font></p>
<p><font face="arial,helvetica"><font size="2" face="Arial">&gt;I</font></font><font face="arial,helvetica"><font size="2" face="Arial">t&#8217;s one of those &#8220;evolutionary things&#8221; that allows them to stand closer to the kitchen sink.<br />
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<br />
How do you know when a woman is about to say something smart?</font></font></p>
<p><font face="arial,helvetica"><font size="2" face="Arial"> &gt;When she starts her sentence with &#8220;A man once told me&#8230;&#8221;<br />
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<br />
How do you fix a woman&#8217;s watch?<br />
&gt;You don&#8217;t. There is a clock on the oven.<br />
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<br />
Why do men break wind more than women?<br />
&gt;Because women can&#8217;t shut up long enough to build up the required<br />
pressure.<br />
&gt;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<br />
If your dog is barking at the back door and your wife is yelling at the<br />
front door, who do you let in first?</font></font></p>
<p><font face="arial,helvetica"><font size="2" face="Arial">&gt;The dog, of course. He&#8217;ll shut up once you let him in.<br />
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<br />
What&#8217;s worse than a Male Chauvinist Pig? </font></font></p>
<p><font face="arial,helvetica"><font size="2" face="Arial">&gt;A woman who won&#8217;t do what she&#8217;s told.<br />
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<br />
I married Miss Right. I just didn&#8217;t know her first name was Always.<br />
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<br />
Scientists have discovered a food that diminishes a woman&#8217;s sex drive<br />
by 90%. It&#8217;s called a Wedding Cake.<br />
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<br />
Why do men die before their wives?<br />
&gt;They want to.<br />
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<br />
Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street<br />
with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy.<br />
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<br />
In the beginning, God created the earth and rested. Then God created Man<br />
and rested.  Then God created Woman. Since then, neither God nor Man has rested.<br />
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<br />
Send this to a few good men who need a laugh and to the select few women<br />
&gt;who can handle the truth</font></font></p>
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