<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367</id><updated>2011-07-28T08:17:13.254-04:00</updated><category term='series'/><title type='text'>Begin Begin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-631867845225063545</id><published>2009-07-10T14:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:09:29.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss this</title><content type='html'>Tumblr is great, but as much as I love attention, I don't love it. It's too public. With this I feel nameless and faceless, even if I have both. I tried to describe to someone once that the reason I liked New York was because I felt that you could become anonymous in it, just for a while. They didn't understand. Didn't understand the desire to blend in and not be noticed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp is good, but I am just worried about everything. College next year. Orientation. My job. Silly things. The friend request I sent on Facebook to someone I used to be friends with on Facebook but they apparently de-friended me. But I worked with them last year and wanted to tell them that I miss them being at camp. So I tried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that people go through facebook friend lists and delete people, like what? Why even accept to begin with? I don't understand these things. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-631867845225063545?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/631867845225063545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=631867845225063545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/631867845225063545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/631867845225063545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-this.html' title='i miss this'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-1580120137008646613</id><published>2009-01-15T23:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:45:16.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i have given up</title><content type='html'>On this blog. I have a tumblr account, and it is now my life. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://justlikeacold.tumblr.com"&gt;Check it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-1580120137008646613?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/1580120137008646613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=1580120137008646613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1580120137008646613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1580120137008646613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-given-up.html' title='i have given up'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-3789093342389034815</id><published>2008-12-22T23:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:21:22.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>i'm going to have less blog entries for this year than last. i thought i would have more. i guess that not staying up late and pouring out my soul into hopelessly awful poetry has an downside. wait, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm less angst-ridden. or just less eager to convey it. sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-3789093342389034815?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/3789093342389034815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=3789093342389034815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/3789093342389034815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/3789093342389034815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/12/weird.html' title='weird'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-7351703967869630718</id><published>2008-12-22T23:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:19:28.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i think</title><content type='html'>i might start actually using my &lt;a href="http://justlikeacold.tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. but perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep finding references to bellingham, wa. i met some people from there when i went to costa rica in the summer and now the town haunts my life. it's ironic because the people i met pretty much said that bellingham was this small unknown town. i sort of disagree, i keep finding it in unexpected places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-7351703967869630718?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/7351703967869630718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=7351703967869630718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7351703967869630718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7351703967869630718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think.html' title='i think'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-1998962813225794034</id><published>2008-12-14T22:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:52:47.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>i am going to turn off airport in the hope that it will help me write my paper faster. it's creative writing so it should not matter. i am praying this will work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-1998962813225794034?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/1998962813225794034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=1998962813225794034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1998962813225794034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1998962813225794034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/12/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-9023343016756682902</id><published>2008-11-30T01:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:05:04.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>actually</title><content type='html'>There was one disappointment to my Thanksgiving. Every year we light Lazzaroni Amaretti cookie wrappers on fire and watch them float towards the ceiling. This year however, the wrappers did not fly. It was an outrage. We basically decided that they [the Lazzaroni company] changed the wrapper so the potential hazard of the floating wrapper was no more. Hopefully we just got a bad batch though, and the next time we try success will happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-9023343016756682902?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/9023343016756682902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=9023343016756682902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/9023343016756682902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/9023343016756682902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/11/actually.html' title='actually'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-703624479649593659</id><published>2008-11-29T13:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T13:35:24.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Was fantastic, as usual. I went up to Maine, to my aunt's house. Every thanksgiving it's my family, my Aunt Linda's family and my Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Suse's&lt;/span&gt; family. My Aunt Linda's kids fall right in order with my family, my cousin Jess is a year older than me and my cousin Sam is a year younger (actually, he's only 3 months younger than me but is in a different grade). Sam and my brother hang out and Jess and I stick together. Then my cousin's Maris and Leslie are awesome too; Maris' boyfriend Joe was also there, and he is also pretty fabulous (see &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SM6auy0U62I&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was plenty of delicious food and some hilarious games of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scattergories&lt;/span&gt;. We (my mom, Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Suse&lt;/span&gt;, Leslie and I) walked to the lake after dinner, basically in the dark and that was super. This year we had like a 4 hour break between dinner and dessert, which I liked. I have a bunch of pictures I need to upload now though, so hopefully that will happen. I also hope to see some of the stop-action madness that happened on Maris and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Joe's&lt;/span&gt; camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-703624479649593659?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/703624479649593659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=703624479649593659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/703624479649593659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/703624479649593659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='thanksgiving!'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-8255977332261323214</id><published>2008-11-25T19:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:20:15.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SANTOGOLD</title><content type='html'>is so fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=] =] =] love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so souped for thanksgiving. maine is one of my favorite places. and i'm pretty sure there will be snow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-8255977332261323214?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/8255977332261323214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=8255977332261323214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8255977332261323214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8255977332261323214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/11/santogold.html' title='SANTOGOLD'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-4876719292638276676</id><published>2008-11-24T18:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:41:12.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i've decided</title><content type='html'>that even though Robert Pattison wear's his hair sort of awfully a fair amount of the time, he's reasonably good looking. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-4876719292638276676?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/4876719292638276676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=4876719292638276676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/4876719292638276676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/4876719292638276676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-decided.html' title='i&apos;ve decided'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-238688451346308422</id><published>2008-11-16T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:59:21.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/SSDPpJtfICI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VaQsP0FLVBg/s1600-h/Photo+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/SSDPpJtfICI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VaQsP0FLVBg/s400/Photo+161.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269439869911769122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's the one side of a rubix cube i can complete before being unable to do anything else. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got accepted into college! yes! i got a super fast reply from the university of vermont. so i know, at the very least and assuming i pass all of my classes, i will have somewhere to go to school next year. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-238688451346308422?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/238688451346308422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=238688451346308422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/238688451346308422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/238688451346308422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/11/dude.html' title='dude'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/SSDPpJtfICI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VaQsP0FLVBg/s72-c/Photo+161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-8095680378010906830</id><published>2008-11-05T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:32:12.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today was alright</title><content type='html'>I went to the first swim practice of the season. I forget how much I like the sport during the off-season. I've been putting it off and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited that Obama was elected. It gives me hope for this country. My one friend was really negative about the whole thing, like, "it doesn't matter who won because nothing will be done." I just think that's the wrong attitude to have. No one's perfect, we don't have superheroes. We can have hope. We have to have hope. Why live in America without it? We are given a chance to choose. And even if you don't like either of the choices, there is always a lesser evil, no matter what. I don't believe that there isn't. So what if they can't manage all they've promised to do? Who can? Who does? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one side it seems reasonable to hold Presidents to a higher standard than other people, but truly they're only human. It's human to make mistakes. It's human to be unable to complete everything. They aren't superhuman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend of mine said, "I hope Obama's a good president. I hope I'm not disappointed." I think this is a better view. To have hope for the future. To have a bit of confidence in who is leading the country. I don't know what else you can have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-8095680378010906830?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/8095680378010906830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=8095680378010906830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8095680378010906830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8095680378010906830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-alright.html' title='today was alright'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-7236478083297220940</id><published>2008-11-02T18:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:05:22.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>everything</title><content type='html'>Is going surprisingly well, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm starting 2nd quarter tomorrow! 1/4 of senior year done!&lt;br /&gt;It's so crazy. We had our Halloween dance yesterday and it was pretty fantastic. I've got 3 applications done. I'm going to submit my URI one today, but my guidance counselor is on her honeymoon, so my transcript and other stuff won't be sent out for a little while. Oh well. I need to start on my Columbia application. Since I care about that a lot. I'm debating on whether to have an interview at Brown. I like it, but the reasons I like it are more location based than anything else. Though the make your own academic plan deal is kind of cool. I don't know yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-7236478083297220940?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/7236478083297220940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=7236478083297220940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7236478083297220940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7236478083297220940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/11/everything.html' title='everything'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-1008012030190544448</id><published>2008-10-29T20:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:04:54.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh.</title><content type='html'>We had a mock election today in school that somehow we convinced our teacher to let us do. So an AP Calc class conducted a mock presidential election. Weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pisses me off that some people didn't vote because they were like "None of the candidates are capable." They're totally the same people who will complain about who was elected. If you don't vote you lose that right. If you didn't try to influence who was elected, you can't complain about what happened. That's such crap too. Who is capable? Really, tell me, because I'd love to know. The U.S. is such a complex country that I really think it is tough to define who would be best to run it, so if you really like neither candidate, go with the lesser evil. Vote for who agrees with you. That's why we have Congress, so people can't go and enact radical laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that though, can I quit life? Senior year sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-1008012030190544448?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/1008012030190544448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=1008012030190544448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1008012030190544448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1008012030190544448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/10/ugh.html' title='ugh.'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-3889904350466247935</id><published>2008-10-26T22:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:18:27.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday is the same</title><content type='html'>i'm falling asleep and sitting on the edge of my seat dying to move&lt;br /&gt;there are too many thoughts in my head&lt;br /&gt;i can't express this feeling&lt;br /&gt;there is only wrong&lt;br /&gt;no no no rights&lt;br /&gt;all that's left is being alone&lt;br /&gt;and i'm trying to change&lt;br /&gt;will you still love me if i'm not the same?&lt;br /&gt;there isn't enough time to explain&lt;br /&gt;and i'm falling down again&lt;br /&gt;this adrenaline is racing through my veins&lt;br /&gt;and this night is nowhere near over&lt;br /&gt;waiting on those words that hopefully won't change&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping you'll still feel the same&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping you'll still feel the same  way now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-3889904350466247935?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/3889904350466247935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=3889904350466247935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/3889904350466247935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/3889904350466247935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/10/everyday-is-same.html' title='everyday is the same'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-7637807355051925902</id><published>2008-10-25T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:32:30.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>college essay?!</title><content type='html'>Canoeing isn’t easy. My trip through the Allagash Wilderness Waterway taught me that, among other things. The trip, traveling by canoe for 14 days and living in the wild, is one of the foremost experiences in my life and has lead to greater changes in how I live today. Before the trip I had never been camping and was not incredibly fond of the outdoors. To me, the outdoors was muddy, buggy and gross. I still dislike bugs, but no longer fear the outdoors. The trip threw me headfirst into camping, setting up tents, tarps, cooking on small camp stoves and practicing “Leave No Trace” (LNT) principles. LNT was part of the valuable knowledge I gained on the trip; the principles emphasize a low environmental impact. Which is especially important today, where the environment is being destroyed far to often.&lt;br /&gt; From 20 miles spent canoeing in one day to carrying a canoe over 1.5 miles, the trip was a test of strength and skill. The experience broadened my knowledge of camping, instilled a respect for nature in me, and taught me how much everyday comforts are taken for granted. The lack of ordinary comforts such as running water and indoor plumbing heightened my awareness of how imperative those comforts are as well as how many people today lack those comforts.  Furthermore, the trip made me desire to test my boundaries. The next summer I flew to Colorado by myself to participate in a leadership camp, an activity I never would have done without the first experience. There I gained my Wilderness First Aid certification and advanced my knowledge of LNT principles.  Using this new knowledge, last summer I worked at the camp that gave me the experience of the Allagash trip. I did this hoping to help other girls have the same phenomenal experience I had. Overall, the affects of the trip on me, both tangible and intangible are too numerous to count. The journey was 14 days, but the experience will stay with me for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's probably going to be edited a little from this, and my friend is going to kill me for the cliche ending, but i think it's alright. i haven't proofread it yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-7637807355051925902?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/7637807355051925902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=7637807355051925902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7637807355051925902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7637807355051925902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/10/college-essay.html' title='college essay?!'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-6310070878036633026</id><published>2008-10-25T16:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:20:14.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>Was the day of my last high school cross country race. It's sort of sad, but not too much. I'm sure I'm going to be way more broken up about swimming, since that has always been a bigger part of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also decided the other day that I am going to move out of this country once I finish college or my time in the Peace Corps, assuming that happens. But I don't know. I'm not sure if any other place is too much better. People on a whole are corrupt, why should it change if I'm not living in America?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-6310070878036633026?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/6310070878036633026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=6310070878036633026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6310070878036633026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6310070878036633026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/10/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-6520478349696119190</id><published>2008-10-09T21:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:13:14.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>goodness gracious</title><content type='html'>I just watched the mock SNL VP debate (finally) on nbc.com. Then I looked at the comments and most of them were super intense political ones. All I could think was, "but dude, that clip was friggin' hilarious, who cares what you think about the candidates?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so articulate. Really all I have to say right now is that the bailout is needed, because the market won't fix itself (as shown by Herbert Hoover's actions during the 1930s). Also regulation is needed because it is obvious that deregulation has never worked (failing twice now) and never will work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, the plan to buy all the mortgages of the common people and refinance the mortgages is one of the worst I have ever heard and makes absolutely no sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so liberal. It's ironic that I think socialized medicine is an awful plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-6520478349696119190?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/6520478349696119190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=6520478349696119190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6520478349696119190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6520478349696119190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodness-gracious.html' title='goodness gracious'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-5205107507378099281</id><published>2008-09-29T22:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:45:01.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh.</title><content type='html'>It's finally my senior year, and it's no different than any other. If anything, it's been worse. I haven't done anything for college really, so yeah, I'm going to university next year. If I ever get my act together. And it's not even being lazy that's my problem, I'm just plain apathetic. I don't care. But I wish I did. I've basically convinced myself I won't get into my first choice school (though I won't know how well I have unless I get rejected) and it's just absurd. I have good enough grades and test scores, I wish I could just be like, "You should let me into your school." And that be the end. Why have to describe some experience that might mean nothing to me in 20 years in an effort to convey my originality and personality. I'm 16 years old, almost 17, how original can I be? Most of the experiences I've had are common experiences, not something life-shattering. How am I supposed to convey that I deserve to go to a school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not only that. Columbia is my first choice school, right? I wish I could convey the feeling I had when I visited. I fell in love. I didn't go there expecting that. I went expecting it to be nice, to be in the city, to be prestigious. I fell in love with their program of studies, with their emphasis on reading, with the school itself. And if I don't get in, no matter how much I have convinced myself otherwise, it will hurt. I'll go to another school, but it most likely won't be one I love. And this, I suppose, is why I'm apathetic. I'm afraid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of what the answers will be when I send in that essay and tell my school were to send my transcripts, tell the test websites who to give my scores to. The finality of those actions is frightening. And I am beyond scared, I am terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about this makes me a nervous wreck. Thinking about how much my classes this year affect things make me more of a nervous wreck. AP English IV is going to ruin my life. And it's most likely my fault, but I never said I was a decent writer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-5205107507378099281?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/5205107507378099281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=5205107507378099281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5205107507378099281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5205107507378099281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugh.html' title='ugh.'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-1123159793179238460</id><published>2008-09-01T23:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:08:52.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>look at</title><content type='html'>how cliched i can be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the heart beating in my chest&lt;br /&gt;feels emptier with every breath&lt;br /&gt;as my lungs cave in&lt;br /&gt;knowing i will never see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a melodramatic malady&lt;br /&gt;teenage tears and such ambidextrous apologies&lt;br /&gt;for every bit of false hope you gave&lt;br /&gt;i will take it too the grave&lt;br /&gt;take them to the grave&lt;br /&gt;those final words you said to me&lt;br /&gt;in that ultimate hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing more true than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;and after that point i go on and on about some other matter and i don't understand my train of thought or remember writing those words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-1123159793179238460?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/1123159793179238460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=1123159793179238460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1123159793179238460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1123159793179238460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-at.html' title='look at'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-7508158424517728592</id><published>2008-09-01T22:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:55:58.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate mondays.</title><content type='html'>find me somewhere safe to hide&lt;br /&gt;treason is within my reach&lt;br /&gt;i am too tired to sleep&lt;br /&gt;hold me while i finish this drink&lt;br /&gt;every word is a tiny lie&lt;br /&gt;whispering that i am fine&lt;br /&gt;hopefully they believe it too&lt;br /&gt;i can't forget anything, anything now&lt;br /&gt;trying my hardest you won't break down&lt;br /&gt;blood spills and i cry out&lt;br /&gt;i've never wanted so much to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got more inarticulate apologies in me than will ever get out. every single thought is a question of whether you would try. i am so tired of thinking too much into every detail, forgetting every thing i must do. i would give everything up for too little. i know it. this obsession must stop. at least this year. one more to go, and i will still have work, and be even more alone. is there something broken? sometimes i fear it is me. i am sick of these thoughts in my head. when i don't sleep i rant and rave. only to my computer. i procrastinate then hate myself for it. there are no excuses. i miss who i thought i was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-7508158424517728592?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/7508158424517728592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=7508158424517728592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7508158424517728592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7508158424517728592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-mondays.html' title='i hate mondays.'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-5098131897885420311</id><published>2008-08-31T22:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:26:35.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>i'm waiting for an exit&lt;br /&gt;find me behind those trees&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be seen in your company&lt;br /&gt;i miss the silence of our goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing left to be seen&lt;br /&gt;secrets not lies behind those shadowed eyes&lt;br /&gt;too tired to play this game&lt;br /&gt;sorry i could not be there before&lt;br /&gt;sorry i'm not here anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could turn back time. I feel so useless now, faced with what I know. And I regret it, but I can't change what was done. I am sorry. I wish I knew what I was apologizing for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-5098131897885420311?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/5098131897885420311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=5098131897885420311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5098131897885420311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5098131897885420311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-1982146677598716189</id><published>2008-08-18T16:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:13:13.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>Is where I am. &lt;br /&gt;After a sojourn in Maine, working at my favorite camp ever. It was good, but I just got home and am still tired from everything. And all I wanted to do was sit and do nothing, but apparently that's not going to happen. Practice starts today, but I'm just going on a run instead. I don't want to see everyone really. Not that everyone. There are people I want to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more time before school because I just want summer now, and senior year is going to be hell. Nothing else. In May, after I've taken the AP English Exam, I will be happy. Because just about everything will be done by then. Actually, my portfolio still might not be finished and I probably won't have presented my senior project. So I'll be done when I graduate and no sooner. This year is going to suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-1982146677598716189?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/1982146677598716189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=1982146677598716189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1982146677598716189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1982146677598716189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/08/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-626981118323079325</id><published>2008-07-06T21:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:15:54.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO LOVES 3OH!3?!?!?!?!1?!/?!!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're fabulous. fo' sho'. &lt;br /&gt;so hopefully i'm going to preorder "want" today or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;it sick that they have a sign.&lt;br /&gt;303 representttttt. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-626981118323079325?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/626981118323079325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=626981118323079325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/626981118323079325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/626981118323079325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-loves-3oh31.html' title='WHO LOVES 3OH!3?!?!?!?!1?!/?!!?!?!?!'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-795602646323646014</id><published>2008-07-03T17:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:07:49.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>let's drive</title><content type='html'>... to pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to: playradioplay! &lt;br /&gt;(obv)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, it's super windy outside today. I went to the beach, but wasn't warm enough to go in the water. Plus it's freezing here in comparison to CR! Like 20 degrees colder or something. I'll go in though, it's perfectly warm enough. I need to clean things. I bought my summer reading today, as well as the Calvin &amp; Hobbes 10th Anniversary book, which my english teacher recommended to me for my Senior Project, which I really need to start working on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a band w/super powers (as the main characters/protagonists), but I need a villain. Ideas? Or I need to decide to make it more of a story book or something else. I also need to talk to Maris, like crazy. Furthermore, I can never find the cable for my camera when I need to upload photos. It is most annoying. I want to just leave for Maine now, I know I'll miss everyone, but I like leaving I think. I like the feeling of packing up and having almost all I'll need in a bag. I like moving. I don't know if I'll be able to settle down when I grow up. Next week it will feel like I've been here too long. Costa Rica wasn't like that. I want to go back so badly. It already in my plans, that and possibly Spain. As well as Italy, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right leg is really sore right now, and it's upsetting because I need to run. I'm running 9.3 miles in less than two weeks (a week from this Sunday actually) and I'm not really ready. But I'll finish, so I'm not worried. I'm going to get fat though. Well, probably not since I decided to eat like a vegan (possibly vegetarian if vegan becomes too hard to maintain) at camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I still miss some kids. I want to see them. =| &lt;br /&gt;Everything will resolve, I am sure. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-795602646323646014?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/795602646323646014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=795602646323646014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/795602646323646014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/795602646323646014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-drive.html' title='let&apos;s drive'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-6864084307540942244</id><published>2008-06-30T23:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:03:15.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TO DO LIST</title><content type='html'>- Spend time with friends before I leave, again. &lt;br /&gt;- Music: make some, pick up the sax again, and work on guitar&lt;br /&gt;- Surf&lt;br /&gt;- Go to the beach, swim + become black (but no skin cancer thanks)&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep more&lt;br /&gt;- RUN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-6864084307540942244?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/6864084307540942244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=6864084307540942244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6864084307540942244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6864084307540942244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-do-list.html' title='TO DO LIST'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-8646711377850159871</id><published>2008-06-30T14:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:33:43.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>there is</title><content type='html'>So much I could write in this!&lt;br /&gt;But really, I want to say that I went to Costa Rica for two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;And I need a shower, ahora. &lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to talk in spanglish for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-8646711377850159871?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/8646711377850159871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=8646711377850159871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8646711377850159871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8646711377850159871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-is.html' title='there is'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-5463603891680728270</id><published>2008-05-31T10:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:13:42.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gosh</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about it, and one time I had a dream that I was going to play bass for Duran Duran. And I was going to travel to Europe by car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe the other dream isn't so strange? Just way more symbolic, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-5463603891680728270?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/5463603891680728270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=5463603891680728270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5463603891680728270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5463603891680728270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/05/gosh.html' title='gosh'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-2250275458225487418</id><published>2008-05-30T22:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:31:18.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i had a dream</title><content type='html'>This was on Wednesday night/morning, just before I woke up, at 4:53, before my alarm. It was strange. There is no time frame. I am incredibly vague about some points, because I honestly am not sure whether the facts just made sense when I was thinking about it. Anyway, here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a balance beam, of that I am sure. It was like a birch tree, suspended 30 feet in the air (it was horizontal, obviously). I was walking on it, one foot in front of another. There were others there. The two I think were there were Lindsey and Lucas (a pair of twins that go to my school, I am not too well-acquainted  with either, though Lucas is in my english class). I think Lindsey was in front of me and Lucas was behind, but I am not so sure.  The figure I think was Lindsey fell (or someone fell), and someone yelled (Lucas?). And then there was an avalanche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed this before. The birch was above a mountain, and to either side were spruce and pines, but I was above them. Maybe it was more than 30 feet. And somehow, for balance, I was holding onto tree branches that were sticking out towards me as I was walking. but after the avalanche, it becomes less clear. I remember the snow hurling down the mountain towards me, but below me. Then worrying about who had fallen, worrying about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were more people. And a white wall, it was huge. There was some sort of adult figure. Everyone was mad at me. But I don't know why. I don't think I understood in the dream either. I just knew I was wrong, and they had reasons, I think. At some point, possibly before the anger, I saw Kenny lurking/walking around, near the edge of the wall. I did not speak to him, but this is one part of the dream I am sure of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, and this is a possibility, I may have talked to Graichen. I was by myself and someone came up to me, I think it was him. We talked, he was more exasperated than angry and I think he called me an idiot, But this I am not so sure of. But then I was going to sleep outside (which is weird, was I inside then, next to a massive white wall? Everything was white), and J.P. was like, "It's alright Sarah, I'll come with you." So for some inane reason I had to brush my teeth, so I go to the bathroom, and we know the light is out, so J.P. comes in with this massive light bulb, not incandescent or anything, just about 9 inches tall. He proceeds to try to replace the lightbulb, in a room that is inexplicably well lit. The bulb breaks though, J.P. dropped it. But "It's alright," I say, "I'll use the other bathroom." So I leave that one and walk to the next room over, which contains a bathroom that was strangely familiar yet I can no longer place. And then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the strangest dream I have ever had. I don't understand it. So many of the details are incredibly unclear. I don't think I make much sense in the telling of it. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-2250275458225487418?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/2250275458225487418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=2250275458225487418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/2250275458225487418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/2250275458225487418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-had-dream.html' title='i had a dream'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-2569483903341932237</id><published>2008-05-24T22:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:39:46.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dude</title><content type='html'>If I ever have kids, they are going to be up to date on their vaccinations. No ifs, ands or buts about it. I think it is illogical to not vaccinate your child if there is no medical reason not to do so. Who knows where they will go and what they will be doing in the future? Who knows if a neighbors kid (or the neighbor) is going to come back with some disease that you happened to not get your child vaccinated for because you thought vaccinations would give them autism? (Which, there is not a proven link to and the theory was brought to the public by a statement that was unproved at the time and roughly quoting &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time"&gt;Time Magazine&lt;/a&gt; "retracted by 10 of the 12 people who made it". I think, because I left the magazine downstairs. Also, mercury in vaccinations was once thought of as a cause (and still is?) but mercury was taken out of all but the flu vaccination and autism levels have not dropped.) End of story: vaccinate (or die)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a strong opinion on chicken pox vaccinations, because it won't kill you. But personally (as a teenager), I am very happy never to have had it and hopefully to never have it, because I was (dun dun dun!) vaccinated! (gasp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I read the cover story of this weeks time and it just made me angry. Because if there is a way to prevent a child from being sick, even if the likelihood of the child contracting the disease is incredibly low, it doesn't make sense to me not to use that solution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-2569483903341932237?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/2569483903341932237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=2569483903341932237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/2569483903341932237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/2569483903341932237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/05/dude.html' title='dude'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-3537610944624912279</id><published>2008-05-15T21:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:54:48.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how how how</title><content type='html'>there's so much i could talk about.&lt;br /&gt;how i have scrapes from going down a tube slide at high speeds.&lt;br /&gt;how i now own a tie dye shirt that is completely awesome.&lt;br /&gt;how my friend and i were pretty much ditched,&lt;br /&gt;had another friend drive forever basically to bring us home,&lt;br /&gt;and then had an awesome time.&lt;br /&gt;how i played frisbee barefoot for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;and worried about glass in the park &lt;br /&gt;and stood still looking for an open safety pin on the ground&lt;br /&gt;how i threw a rock at my friend with my foot &lt;br /&gt;because he was throwing rocks in my general direction.&lt;br /&gt;(i hit him though).&lt;br /&gt;how all my teachers decide now is a good time to assign things.&lt;br /&gt;how i am going to fail english. ma quello e` non vero.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i knew more italian.&lt;br /&gt;how i am said that i am probably going to miss seeing one of my best friends graduate&lt;br /&gt;but am incredibly excited to go to costa rica.&lt;br /&gt;how i sort of failed at sailing today&lt;br /&gt;but we won and had our first home match&lt;br /&gt;how this kid ate the brownie i was specifically saving for myself&lt;br /&gt;how i am so stressed&lt;br /&gt;but feel incredibly content in writing all this&lt;br /&gt;how i never do my homework&lt;br /&gt;and subsequently am going to fail english.&lt;br /&gt;how i have to research literature using martyrs and revolutionists&lt;br /&gt;(when i really wanted to study afghanistan's history)&lt;br /&gt;how i really wish i knew where i was going in life.&lt;br /&gt;how ridiculous this list is.&lt;br /&gt;how i'm learning how to play guitar, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quello e` tutti del lo. il mio italiano e` cattivo, mi dispiace. &lt;br /&gt;that is all of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i checked that in google translate to make sure it made a little sense, it told me that "il mio italiano e` cattivo" meant "my english is bad". yet when i translate "my italian is bad" from english to italian, it totally give me what i wrote. lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-3537610944624912279?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-607828591409152578</id><published>2008-04-21T22:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:50:15.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss everything</title><content type='html'>Today I had an absolutely horrid time at sailing. &lt;br /&gt;It sucked. &lt;br /&gt;I could barely manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what could I have been doing instead? &lt;br /&gt;PLAYING ULTIMATE FRISBEE.&lt;br /&gt;What could be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't deal with this. &lt;br /&gt;No more sailing on Mondays for me, just frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;For realz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-607828591409152578?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/607828591409152578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=607828591409152578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/607828591409152578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/607828591409152578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-miss-everything.html' title='i miss everything'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-8091652190816837423</id><published>2008-04-14T19:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:48:32.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dude</title><content type='html'>Madonna's new single, 4 Minutes is just sort of upsetting. The song is pretty awful and the video itself is just lame. I mean, Hannah Montana's spoof on it is better. Mainly because Miss Cyrus's has some sick break dancing. But seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-8091652190816837423?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/8091652190816837423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=8091652190816837423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8091652190816837423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8091652190816837423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/04/dude.html' title='dude'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-4033352148988864498</id><published>2008-03-30T00:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T00:12:38.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what have i gotten myself into?</title><content type='html'>I decided that I want to try out for the All-State Senior Jazz Band. Not for bass, but alto saxophone. Looking at this years requirements, I'm realizing that it is going to be very difficult. Molto difficile, as I say all the time. I hope it will work out though. I need to work on my improv, tone, learn scales, and just regain all my saxophone ability, I suppose. I was decent at it, even good, though I'm not the best judge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try out for the Senior Orchestra as well, for bass. That way if I didn't make the Jazz Band, I would hopefully still make orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, dilemma:&lt;br /&gt;may 6 = the fall of troy, the dear hunter + two bands I haven't heard of in new haven&lt;br /&gt;may 8 = the classic crime, sksk + aiden in new haven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to get parental permission to go to both of these. I know it. But aghhhhh. Choosing which one to go to is difficult. I might not be able to go on the 6th anyway because it is a tuesday. =|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-4033352148988864498?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/4033352148988864498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=4033352148988864498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/4033352148988864498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/4033352148988864498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-have-i-gotten-myself-into.html' title='what have i gotten myself into?'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-8883207027197206905</id><published>2008-03-25T21:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:27:45.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>I think it is not fun at all to tune the E string on a bass down to D. &lt;br /&gt;It's strung in fourths, leave it that way gosh darn it. &lt;br /&gt;This is my main excuse for not bothering to learn ETID bass lines. &lt;br /&gt;And I just don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: i hope i'm right about the fourths things because i mix it up a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-8883207027197206905?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/8883207027197206905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=8883207027197206905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8883207027197206905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8883207027197206905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/03/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-3353881968097495206</id><published>2008-03-23T22:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:15:16.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>=( + =]</title><content type='html'>by the time i get these, everyone i know will have a pair. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R-cYYhXQryI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WOK3q7ovwv0/s1600-h/2555_5800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R-cYYhXQryI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WOK3q7ovwv0/s400/2555_5800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181136705864904482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm going to get these, and as far as i know, no one i know has plans to get them. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R-cYYxXQrzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vnVetBfbk38/s1600-h/digimarc.ms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R-cYYxXQrzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vnVetBfbk38/s400/digimarc.ms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181136710159871794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-3353881968097495206?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/3353881968097495206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=3353881968097495206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/3353881968097495206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/3353881968097495206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='=( + =]'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R-cYYhXQryI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WOK3q7ovwv0/s72-c/2555_5800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-7727309228659317037</id><published>2008-03-23T20:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:06:44.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NEXT YEAR</title><content type='html'>I am going to Bamboozle. For sure. I don't have a ride this year. And even if I managed to find a ride at this point, I don't have the money.  So next year I will be able to drive myself and afford a two-day pass, hopefully. I think there is a good chance. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go to Warped this year because I will be working. But I really want to see LoveHateHero in April. But I'm hopefully going to see the Classic Crime, SKSK, etc. soon after in May. So I don't know if I'll have parental permission. And I need someone to go with. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ridiculous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-7727309228659317037?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/7727309228659317037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=7727309228659317037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7727309228659317037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7727309228659317037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/03/next-year.html' title='NEXT YEAR'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-8421887875469144221</id><published>2008-03-20T13:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:44:58.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what i love</title><content type='html'>i made a facebook group for the british band You Me At Six a while ago because I couldn't find any groups for them. And for the next few months there weren't. Now there are no less than 12 groups about the band. Facebook is really lame sometimes. I hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-8421887875469144221?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/8421887875469144221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=8421887875469144221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8421887875469144221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8421887875469144221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-i-love.html' title='what i love'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-5240504137938408373</id><published>2008-03-16T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:25:31.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination fascination</title><content type='html'>You know what I think about a lot? How much I care about other people. Not about how much they care about how I look. But just like, caring. You know? Like oh, I hope they're doing alright, I hope they feel better...etc. This extends to basically acquaintances. Sort of. &lt;br /&gt;=| I should be writing an english paper right now. Arghhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-5240504137938408373?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/5240504137938408373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=5240504137938408373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5240504137938408373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5240504137938408373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/03/procrastination-fascination.html' title='procrastination fascination'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-8347765921463009951</id><published>2008-03-08T23:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T23:30:52.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>avoidance.</title><content type='html'>I haven't really written in a long time. Here or in my notebook (which I prefer).  Honestly, I'm really trying to avoid everything that's happening right now. Some things are perfectly alright, really good even, in some cases, but some stuff is just stressing me out. It's lame. I use the word 'lame' so much these days. I'm not even sure who I know that says that. Probably no one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the wind is howling. Or exhaling very loudly. It's more of a roar than that thin reedy sound of wind whistling through trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went with my mom to pick up my brother and his friend from their soccer games, and the way up it rained. One the way home, it poured. The wind was incredible. It was probably some of the worst rain I've seen. [That may or may not be an exaggeration, because at the time the rain was pretty intense.] Anyway, the weather today was awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning how to drive (finally!). Yesterday I watched the Bourne Ultimatum and today I watched the Bourne Supremacy (out of order, I know) and what they have taught me about driving is this: potentially, you can go through a vicious road chase, escape the police and get the person chasing you killed, all without doing much/any damage to your own body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't think there are enough overpasses or construction sites here for me to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-8347765921463009951?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/8347765921463009951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=8347765921463009951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8347765921463009951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8347765921463009951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/03/avoidance.html' title='avoidance.'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-5109034605577749835</id><published>2008-03-08T19:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:33:32.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eh.</title><content type='html'>Listening to Angels and Airwaves makes me feel so weird. I haven't really listened to them much, but I've heard "Secret Crowds" on the radio a few times recently and decided to listen to their first album. I just feel like I'm listening to Blink-182, but a little more mellow. Obviously I know the reason for this, but it just... is so odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-5109034605577749835?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/5109034605577749835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=5109034605577749835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5109034605577749835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5109034605577749835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/03/eh.html' title='eh.'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-6220414989339440168</id><published>2008-02-20T14:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:10:14.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>It's so lame that the YMCA pool pump is broken. We can't swim in the other pool because it's booked, apparently. I'm guessing a birthday party, because those bring in money and we don't. So we're practicing at URI the next two days. Lame lame lame lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good side is that we're racing at URI on Saturday (well, the boys are on Sunday). But seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-6220414989339440168?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/6220414989339440168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=6220414989339440168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6220414989339440168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6220414989339440168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/02/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-1894544845304522885</id><published>2008-02-20T11:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:02:58.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>updates are boring</title><content type='html'>Hm. So I guess I'm in a band? Pretty sweet I suppose. There's no drummer though. I have no idea why they're so difficult to find. If I had the coordination and what not I would be a drummer. I like bass though, so it's all good. There is a drum set in my basement. For my brother, who never practices or plays the drums. &lt;br /&gt;I really like vacation, but it's already Wednesday. =| I wish it was earlier in the week. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go bake something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-1894544845304522885?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/1894544845304522885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=1894544845304522885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1894544845304522885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1894544845304522885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/02/updates-are-boring.html' title='updates are boring'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-687828551970458909</id><published>2008-01-30T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:28:38.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>I'm sort of a fan of the new Good Charlotte single. I'm going on a wing saying it's their new single, because I've heard it only very recently and the radio is the only place I could have heard it.  I heard it in gym today though. =| Anyway, I listen to what amount to a Top 40 Radio Station in the morning, and as the hits have been more pop-punk, pop-rock (ish) recently, it's been a little more bearable.  I kind of like the song though.  It was stuck in my head like all morning though, just one line, which was sort of annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good thing: Mayday Parade. They rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that I wake up to the radio, because more often than not it doesn't wake me up.  The whole reason I listen to a Top 40 station is because if I listen to my local rock station it just doesn't wake me up. I tend to sleep through music I know. Generally the pop awfulness on 105.5 (what I wake to) wakes me up. Honestly, it's all catchy as hell. &lt;br /&gt;And most of it I would cringe at if I heard it during the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-687828551970458909?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/687828551970458909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=687828551970458909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/687828551970458909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/687828551970458909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/01/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-567948457614863325</id><published>2008-01-29T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:00:03.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh</title><content type='html'>How I wish my town was a large city.  If only every band I want to see would come here. I could have my mother drive me to the venue, drop me &amp; friends off and if anything happened I'm already super close to home. Or I could go with Kara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are the shows I want to go to always on Sundays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-567948457614863325?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/567948457614863325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=567948457614863325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/567948457614863325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/567948457614863325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh.html' title='oh'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-7843006692976694566</id><published>2008-01-28T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:34:01.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>honestly</title><content type='html'>You probably do not understand how overrated I find Paramore. They're not bad, some of their songs are catchy. Their newest video (Crushcrushcrush (more crushes?) sucks. And they have no lasting power really.  You can't listen to them for a long time. Sorry all you people who love them. This time next year? Maybe not so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-7843006692976694566?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/7843006692976694566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=7843006692976694566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7843006692976694566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7843006692976694566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/01/honestly.html' title='honestly'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-6568259128694454653</id><published>2008-01-22T16:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T15:06:01.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha</title><content type='html'>What I'm about to write makes me want to giggle... here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/andyprovidence"&gt;Andy Horst&lt;/a&gt; (from &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thisprovidence"&gt;This Providence&lt;/a&gt;) and Me would be BFFL:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We both love coffee&lt;br /&gt;- I enjoy bubble tea, but having it only once, I shall not yet declare my love for it&lt;br /&gt;- He is a big fan of Jesus. As am I, as am I.&lt;br /&gt;- I love music.&lt;br /&gt;- The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;- I love mountains, hiking and swimming too. &lt;br /&gt;- I hate drugs too, obv. not over the same circumstances&lt;br /&gt;- He likes dogs&lt;br /&gt;- I like at least 75% of the music on the list on his myspace&lt;br /&gt;- The History Channel and the Discovery Channel are the only things I watch (besides House)&lt;br /&gt;- I enjoy clif bars, reeses, and vitamin water. And fruit roll-ups.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a This Providence fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, why we would be such excellent friends. &lt;br /&gt;I'm such a loser. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-6568259128694454653?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/6568259128694454653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=6568259128694454653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6568259128694454653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6568259128694454653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/01/hahaha.html' title='hahaha'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-3129479338812546983</id><published>2008-01-21T21:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:01:12.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm loving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/masonmusso"&gt;Mason Musso&lt;/a&gt; right now, fo' realz foo'. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Metro Station (sort of, kind of) my cousin said that Blake was the only one who had so far shown the ability to grow a beard. [Basically because I pointed him out to her because he's awesome.] Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-3129479338812546983?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/3129479338812546983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=3129479338812546983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/3129479338812546983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/3129479338812546983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-loving.html' title='i&apos;m loving'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-6727338510802819109</id><published>2008-01-21T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:15:16.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you can hate me, after you pay me</title><content type='html'>LAWLZ. Seeing Cobra Starship made me love them so much more. It was excellent. I forgot my camera though, so I don't have any pictures. And I didn't get to see anyone, or take obnoxious pictures with them on my phone. But overall, dancing my ass off and shouting/singing to Metro Station and Cobra Starship was wicked spectacular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think enough people danced. It annoys me way too much, but even when Trace (I'm pretty sure it was Trace not Mason) said "This song is made for dance clubs so let's make this one" or something to that effect, not everyone was moving. I mean, I suck at dancing, but the music is killer for it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and:&lt;br /&gt;Next time I go to Boston, I want to see more sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I now own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R5UtmIefrgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5HcUeARLRfU/s1600-h/Photo+58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R5UtmIefrgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5HcUeARLRfU/s400/Photo+58.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158079081356439042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to take a picture of the shirt I got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-6727338510802819109?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/6727338510802819109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=6727338510802819109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6727338510802819109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6727338510802819109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-can-hate-me-after-you-pay-me.html' title='you can hate me, after you pay me'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R5UtmIefrgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5HcUeARLRfU/s72-c/Photo+58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-3056403651937120982</id><published>2008-01-15T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T18:28:21.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you know what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kindness doesn't cost a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-3056403651937120982?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/3056403651937120982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=3056403651937120982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/3056403651937120982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/3056403651937120982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-know-what.html' title='you know what?'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-1777079815195255332</id><published>2008-01-11T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:47:50.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>resolve.</title><content type='html'>I think I can't not enjoy youth. Sadly, it was a little weird today, because Jess wasn't there, and Kainoa was out. But Kara, JP, Cindy and I went to Starbucks, where we discussed faith and the book I'm reading, among other things.  We didn't want to stay at the church, which is why we went to Starbucks.  I wish there was one a little closer to home, but it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book I'm reading right now is good. It's called &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelastseason.com/"&gt;The Last Season&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and it's really quite excellent, although I haven't finished it yet. It's rather sad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about it today, and I haven't cried in a really long time. For me, anyways. At least, I can't remember having cried (like &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; cried) in quite a while. Weird. I get to like a breaking point, and then I get a weekend it seems.  This next week is going to be tolling though.  In the next 3 days, I have 3 swim meets. And then on Wednesday next week, exams start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little worried, but I figure it will all work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-1777079815195255332?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/1777079815195255332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=1777079815195255332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1777079815195255332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1777079815195255332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/01/resolve.html' title='resolve.'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-635579861376220489</id><published>2008-01-10T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:41:53.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so.</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I enjoy the Decemberists quite thoroughly. They have grown on me. I only have the Crane Wife though, I don't know any of their older stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose any band that is almost named after a Russian revolution (Decembrist not Decemb&lt;i&gt;e&lt;/i&gt;rist) should be halfway decent. In honor of that, if I ever have a band I shall name us the Mensheviks. Just kiddinggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit: I suppose that truly to name my band after the revolution I would have to name it the Bolsheviks, but I'd rather be sort of obscure. I had definitely heard of the Bolsheviks before taking Modern Euro, but the Mensheviks? Not so much.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-635579861376220489?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/635579861376220489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=635579861376220489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/635579861376220489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/635579861376220489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/01/so.html' title='so.'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-6259041491400319371</id><published>2008-01-09T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:23:09.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>history is important, i swear</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, today my brother was doing work on his history class or something and he asked me if I had gotten my research paper back (no) and I asked him if he had gotten his (mini) one back (no) and what it was on (Francis Ferdinand). And so I ask him exactly what about Francis Ferdinand, and say just about all I know about the guy being like, so it basically said this? &lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure exactly what it was but my brother was like "How did you know that? I didn't know anything about him before I picked the topic..." Turns out, my brother would have known about Francis Ferdinand if the school had not reformed the middle school social studies curriculum. Oh I hate administration.&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried to talk about WWI and my brother told me to shut up but much more nicely. And then he called history stupid. I tried to explain why history wasn't stupid (those who do not know the past are doomed to repeat it and so forth) but he didn't get it and I gave up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this all started because my brother is learning about WWII and mentioned Operation Sea Lion... His live gamertag is asealion, and he was like "I wonder if people who know about it think I'm a nazi"... I voted for no, but who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-6259041491400319371?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/6259041491400319371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=6259041491400319371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6259041491400319371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6259041491400319371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/01/history-is-important-i-swear.html' title='history is important, i swear'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-6099143947126780577</id><published>2008-01-09T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:16:49.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we fall with the rain</title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to work on getting back into the habit of writing a little every day.  It really tends to help me sort out my emotions I think, and lately I've been pissy and awful to my parents for really no reason.  And I feel bad but I'm just angry, so I don't feel bad until I think about it later. It's annoying.  &lt;br /&gt;I hate school work, and I just want this semester to be over.  And it isn't really about not liking the classes, I just want to sleep.  When I'm just going to hang out on the computer I probably should just go to bed. I need to work on sleeping more too. Seriously, 5-6 hours a night isn't cutting it. I never fall asleep before 11 I'm sure, and then my alarm goes off at 5:30, and I hit snooze until it's 6 and I &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; to get up. That's how it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late new years resolutions I suppose. Better late than never, for this anyway.  For most things... just don't bother at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-6099143947126780577?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/6099143947126780577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=6099143947126780577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6099143947126780577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6099143947126780577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-fall-with-rain.html' title='we fall with the rain'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-559632309023515418</id><published>2008-01-08T19:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:46:51.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm listening to the decemberists</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I really like them. They're decent I suppose. I'm supposed to be doing notes for Modern Euro. Oh well. It's almost over, thankfully. =| I was in such a bad mood this morning, I'm pretty sure I glared/threw a dirty look at the car behind my dad's when he dropped me off at school.  I was just so pissed off to be there. =/ The day wasn't too bad, relatively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went snowboarding this weekend, it was good. Lindsey came up to Pico with us, so that was fun.  The snow was pretty good, well-groomed certainly.  The upper mountain was decent too, sometimes it's all ice (though it was getting that way-so i heard). =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;and so we fall from the sky&lt;br /&gt;wishing that we never cried&lt;br /&gt;everything is failing&lt;br /&gt;but we know where we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i smile &lt;br /&gt;and speak the truth&lt;br /&gt;i've never known what to do&lt;br /&gt;wishing on stars, hoping for a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories, oh i wish you knew&lt;br /&gt;every day is something new&lt;br /&gt;i've found happiness is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;and love is rarely true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday we will laugh at ourselves&lt;br /&gt;wondering what we thought we knew&lt;br /&gt;but not wishing to change a thing&lt;br /&gt;these are the thoughts the new year brings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-559632309023515418?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/559632309023515418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=559632309023515418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/559632309023515418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/559632309023515418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-listening-to-decemberists.html' title='i&apos;m listening to the decemberists'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-359909267833424189</id><published>2008-01-04T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:33:57.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today was</title><content type='html'>quite alright. Despite the fact that this is being posted at an hour which usually has me writing shitty depressing poems about crap that doesn't matter. I hate modern euro, still though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My swim meet today was excellent, though! Even though I feel like I was trampled by some raging hippogriffs ;) my times were back where they should be! We lost by a point though. :( Oh well, better luck next time.  Hopefully we'll get our swim team sweatpants in tomorrow, I'm so excited for them. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-359909267833424189?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/359909267833424189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=359909267833424189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/359909267833424189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/359909267833424189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-was.html' title='today was'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-3945162782353762550</id><published>2008-01-02T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:18:37.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>school is the bane of my existence.</title><content type='html'>Back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Man, it sucks. h8 it.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, there are 8 days 'till exams.&lt;br /&gt;What gives?&lt;br /&gt;So how about I'm going to fail my Modern Euro exam. &lt;br /&gt;Modern Euro makes me angry.&lt;br /&gt;But after exams, Cobra Starship will save me (but not my soul).&lt;br /&gt;i'm so br00+41, or rather, not at all. Zeros look like crap in this font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How close is close enough?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could listen to Taking Back Sunday for at least a month without getting sick of it. Maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----honestly, I sort of hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And So The World Ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hide behind tired lies&lt;br /&gt;Faces guarded behind tired eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Every move a calculation&lt;br /&gt;We know what we are facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are clouds drifting through the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Silently threatening rain.&lt;br /&gt;Darkening the day&lt;br /&gt;We fall with the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch silently, the scripted actions.&lt;br /&gt;Find the plot,&lt;br /&gt;Each character with a name&lt;br /&gt;A feeling you can’t explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond knowing what is right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;Feel the melody not the song&lt;br /&gt;Every note drifts higher &lt;br /&gt;Every note drifts lower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fall with the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Ruins of a nation hold.&lt;br /&gt;We live in desperation&lt;br /&gt;There is no happy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things so strained&lt;br /&gt;How to explain&lt;br /&gt;That things are not the same&lt;br /&gt;We fall with the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind tired lies,&lt;br /&gt;Faces guarded behind tired eyes&lt;br /&gt;Clouds drift through the sky,&lt;br /&gt;You feel sad, but don’t know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence in the words&lt;br /&gt;And every verse a chord&lt;br /&gt;Like drops falling down&lt;br /&gt;We fall to the sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the story goes&lt;br /&gt;There was a great nation&lt;br /&gt;And then the rain fell down&lt;br /&gt;Find who survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hide behind tired lies&lt;br /&gt;Faces guarded behind tired eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Clouds drift slowly by,&lt;br /&gt;You feel sad, but you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel sad. Do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;You feel sad. Do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;You feel sad. The clouds don’t lie.&lt;br /&gt;You feel sad. We say good-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-3945162782353762550?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/3945162782353762550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=3945162782353762550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/3945162782353762550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/3945162782353762550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-is-bane-of-my-existence.html' title='school is the bane of my existence.'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-1378590752326112600</id><published>2007-12-30T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T14:04:15.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i bought enigmatic heart's ep and so should you.</title><content type='html'>i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited for january 20th.&lt;br /&gt;and the end of february, around the 23rd i think. &lt;br /&gt;it's going to be excellent.&lt;br /&gt;i love the word excellent, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i went to swim practice this morning and didn't really do much, but amanda was working with a little kid on his freestyle, and our coach came up and he was like "your mom says you can stay another hour, do you want to?" (obviously, he was going to leave, he was really little) and he was like "i want to stay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was super.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-1378590752326112600?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/1378590752326112600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=1378590752326112600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1378590752326112600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1378590752326112600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-bought-enigmatic-hearts-ep-and-so.html' title='i bought enigmatic heart&apos;s ep and so should you.'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-8444984623483012303</id><published>2007-12-28T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:02:53.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sing</title><content type='html'>every day is a blank page&lt;br /&gt;watch me rearrange the world&lt;br /&gt;i can try, i can try&lt;br /&gt;every moment a blank slate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me make a change,&lt;br /&gt;i can try, i can try&lt;br /&gt;every sound in my mind&lt;br /&gt;out loud, in rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wipe away tears, &lt;br /&gt;come on and care,&lt;br /&gt;a rainbow of color, in every smile&lt;br /&gt;i can try, i can try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday is a blank page&lt;br /&gt;watch me make change&lt;br /&gt;i can try, i can try&lt;br /&gt;i can try, i can try&lt;br /&gt;i can try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can make a difference. Simple things are worth as much as anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-8444984623483012303?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/8444984623483012303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=8444984623483012303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8444984623483012303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8444984623483012303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/12/sing.html' title='sing'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-5882924143604069117</id><published>2007-12-28T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T00:11:51.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mm.</title><content type='html'>music: bulls make money, bears make money, pigs get slaughtered - chiodos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on and hold me still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a creep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-5882924143604069117?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/5882924143604069117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=5882924143604069117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5882924143604069117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5882924143604069117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/12/mm.html' title='mm.'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-8356901443060547008</id><published>2007-12-27T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:15:17.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas!</title><content type='html'>Christmas has come and gone, and Santa (aka my parents) was good to me this year.  =] Among other things I got a sweet mug, that has the Earth on it. And when you put coffee or whatever in it, the ice caps melt and the Earth starts to disappear! Sick, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent some time visiting my cousins in New Jersey, and then in New York.  NJ is where most of my Dad's family lives, while upstate NY is my mom's.  On my dad's side there isn't anyone near my age.  But my cousin's son Nick is so cute. He has the same birthday as me, which is pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R3Rzo4efrcI/AAAAAAAAADk/3B4hrbFygbg/s1600-h/DSC01234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R3Rzo4efrcI/AAAAAAAAADk/3B4hrbFygbg/s400/DSC01234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148867420183571906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was good, he got a light saber for Christmas from someone, maybe my family, and this is what he told me: "You have to be fast on your feet to be a jedi master!"  He's 5. And I just made myself really sad. Oops. =/&lt;br /&gt;But that visit was good. My aunt Ronnie was there for the first time in years, which means that whenever someone opens something they need to stop and show her, and explain if applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In New York, we arrived Christmas Eve, no one was there. Christmas day, my brother and I sat around the house waiting for everyone to arrive.  See, they were at home opening their presents. Yippee. There was no wireless internet without a password around either, so I couldn't get on the internet. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I saw Superbad though, finally.  It was decent. Maybe a little better than decent, but I just sort of hate movies I think if they're not animated. It really varies. Then yesterday I went to the movies with my cousins.  We saw Walk Hard, and it was sort of disappointing. Oh well.  I got a cute bag from my cousin, or technically my aunt, from a craft fair or something at URI when she went to visit. It was a rice bag originally, now it's this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R3R1ioefrdI/AAAAAAAAADs/CHn1o3Q3cUA/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R3R1ioefrdI/AAAAAAAAADs/CHn1o3Q3cUA/s400/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148869511832645074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to wrap it up, tonight I saw the Simpson's Movie and it was good as far as I'm concerned.  I sort of love Bone Palace Ballet right now, it's excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to watch Law &amp; Order: CI. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-8356901443060547008?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/8356901443060547008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=8356901443060547008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8356901443060547008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8356901443060547008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='christmas!'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R3Rzo4efrcI/AAAAAAAAADk/3B4hrbFygbg/s72-c/DSC01234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-7609624749740695512</id><published>2007-12-23T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:59:03.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today was a good day for blogging</title><content type='html'>Beyond the Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rain, you lied&lt;br /&gt;I know. &lt;br /&gt;It’s the same, what you said.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was right before,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is right, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I gave up this.&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Leave, leave, leave.&lt;br /&gt;Leave, leave, leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, I know&lt;br /&gt;You will not stay&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the sun, the clouds I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;Reality is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;And so, we part, &lt;br /&gt;I know I have an empty heart.&lt;br /&gt;There is no pain, no loss&lt;br /&gt;Every song is a breaking heart&lt;br /&gt;But mine is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind is howling.&lt;br /&gt;Trees bend in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know your limits?&lt;br /&gt;I call and you seize.&lt;br /&gt;Still, still, still.&lt;br /&gt;Still, still, still.&lt;br /&gt;Stiff as a brick,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong, nothing right.&lt;br /&gt;So we call into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blasting beats, heavy drum beats.&lt;br /&gt;Pound through your ears.&lt;br /&gt;Moving in time.&lt;br /&gt;We are so alive.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the same, what you said.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was right before,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is right, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave, leave, leave.&lt;br /&gt;Leave, leave, leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn how to not overanalyze things. =/ And deal.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-7609624749740695512?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/7609624749740695512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=7609624749740695512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7609624749740695512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7609624749740695512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-was-good-day-for-blogging.html' title='today was a good day for blogging'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-1058900693127731063</id><published>2007-12-23T21:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:15:17.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R28Vk4efrbI/AAAAAAAAADI/7OtiGZ3GDY0/s1600-h/attachment-1_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R28Vk4efrbI/AAAAAAAAADI/7OtiGZ3GDY0/s400/attachment-1_2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147356622487530930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plastic.  i have a big nose. sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-1058900693127731063?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/1058900693127731063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=1058900693127731063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1058900693127731063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1058900693127731063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-boring.html' title='i&apos;m boring'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R28Vk4efrbI/AAAAAAAAADI/7OtiGZ3GDY0/s72-c/attachment-1_2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-8734055368655392793</id><published>2007-12-23T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T16:03:52.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>everything will end someday</title><content type='html'>Is it weird that I could make a long list of things i like? Or that I can try to describe myself in paragraphs that I don't know are true? Because I've never met myself. I have no understanding of how my actions are viewed by other people. On a small scale, people's reactions can tell me that, but really I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like people describing themselves is somewhat of an impossible thing.  You get to know people by talking and acting with them, not by reading lists of their favorite things and what they think of themselves and how they act. It's not real. Not most of the time anyway.  People can easily convey their own desires, I suppose, and that can in turn, tell you a lot about a person. But really, talking is probably the best way.&lt;br /&gt;This is my brief rant on why the internet is so shallow and superficial. Except for the fact that I found a friend on it. I'm a hypocrite just about 24/7 it seems at times. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to see Cobra Starship w/Metro Station, We the Kings and the Cab in January! Yippee! So that's exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I got a macbook today. Excellence. &lt;br /&gt;It's really a mixed bag that I'm never home on Christmas. On one hand, I get to open my presents early, on the other, I'm never home on Christmas, and as such never get to open presents on Christmas morning. Maybe that doesn't make sense... But it does to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-8734055368655392793?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/8734055368655392793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=8734055368655392793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8734055368655392793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8734055368655392793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/12/everything-will-end-someday.html' title='everything will end someday'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-1541386231195390762</id><published>2007-12-08T00:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:21:20.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this makes me feel like this: =S</title><content type='html'>there are one too many days left 'till it's summer and we're at rest&lt;br /&gt;sands dripping slowly through that hourglass; &lt;br /&gt;another hour, my mind's not on class&lt;br /&gt;the bell rings and you hear screams, it's a joy to be back home&lt;br /&gt;i've missed these simple things, school bells and vacations&lt;br /&gt;off galavanting, looking for what i couldn't find back here&lt;br /&gt;turns out what i couldn't find, was hiding right before my very eyes&lt;br /&gt;i've never known what love is, will you teach me how it feels?&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe my luck, will you tell me this is real?&lt;br /&gt;escaping algebra with heart strewn across my paper, &lt;br /&gt;can't concentrate with your words running through my head&lt;br /&gt;i used to wish for anywhere but here, &lt;br /&gt;now it's anywhere you're near&lt;br /&gt;infatuation, but it's more, something i've not felt before&lt;br /&gt;i've never know what love is, will you show me how it feels?&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe my luck, will you tell me this is real?&lt;br /&gt;well i can't believe my luck, my feelings are all running amuck&lt;br /&gt;and now I know, now I know, now I know what I couldn't find&lt;br /&gt;was love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this, sort of. but it makes me feel like chan. =/ not half as sappy, but still. ew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-1541386231195390762?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/1541386231195390762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=1541386231195390762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1541386231195390762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1541386231195390762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-makes-me-feel-like-this-s.html' title='this makes me feel like this: =S'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-6720461331049330909</id><published>2007-12-02T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T00:27:20.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid</title><content type='html'>so everything adds up&lt;br /&gt;to something we can't trust?&lt;br /&gt;trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;what can't be held in our hands.&lt;br /&gt;there is pride in the past&lt;br /&gt;what you've done? it won't last.&lt;br /&gt;we are pessimists at heart&lt;br /&gt;throwing away what we're given&lt;br /&gt;pushing away those trying to save us&lt;br /&gt;the only saving I need,&lt;br /&gt;is from myself&lt;br /&gt;let's go, I know it's not my problem&lt;br /&gt;you've got that smile on&lt;br /&gt;that says you're better than me&lt;br /&gt;well maybe you're complete&lt;br /&gt;but if you're not careful&lt;br /&gt;you're going to be broken&lt;br /&gt;this isn't my problem, i know&lt;br /&gt;so let's go&lt;br /&gt;we're leaving this party&lt;br /&gt;and splitting this scene&lt;br /&gt;[as we should be]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-6720461331049330909?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/6720461331049330909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=6720461331049330909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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with my life, except procrastinating. i am up too late. i am ending this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-402094522123431045?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/402094522123431045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=402094522123431045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/402094522123431045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/402094522123431045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/11/progressregress.html' 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heal&lt;br /&gt;the past is the past, you can't have it back&lt;br /&gt;we knew this was coming&lt;br /&gt;but we never truly knew what it would mean&lt;br /&gt;and so it seems&lt;br /&gt;that we need to try&lt;br /&gt;to get our lives together&lt;br /&gt;and remember what there is to remember&lt;br /&gt;never forget this past,&lt;br /&gt;but move forward, not back&lt;br /&gt;it's sad but let's move on&lt;br /&gt;all hope isn't gone&lt;br /&gt;all things will come to pass&lt;br /&gt;even if some come too fast&lt;br /&gt;i know that it is hard,&lt;br /&gt;you're not alone remember that&lt;br /&gt;please remember that&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to get to you&lt;br /&gt;it's all that i feel i can do&lt;br /&gt;everything will come together&lt;br /&gt;everything will get better&lt;br /&gt;time will heal these open wounds&lt;br /&gt;things will not seem so bad&lt;br /&gt;i know that you still are sad&lt;br /&gt;and so am i,&lt;br /&gt;we have to try to heal&lt;br /&gt;through tears and pain&lt;br /&gt;it will be alright&lt;br /&gt;and we will move on&lt;br /&gt;put our lives together&lt;br /&gt;remember what there is to remember&lt;br /&gt;never forget the past,&lt;br /&gt;and move forward, not back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-8948703775400128303?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/8948703775400128303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=8948703775400128303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8948703775400128303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8948703775400128303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/11/forward-not-back.html' title='forward, not back'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-2592602225197713397</id><published>2007-11-13T23:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:46:11.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate this time of night.</title><content type='html'>i have so much to say&lt;br /&gt;to everyone i know, everything i feel&lt;br /&gt;i feel so much&lt;br /&gt;and if i said, everything i could&lt;br /&gt;where would i be?&lt;br /&gt;would you still like me?&lt;br /&gt;because i do not know&lt;br /&gt;and fear fills me up inside&lt;br /&gt;this is dread--i cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;there is no escaping my own mind&lt;br /&gt;and i want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;my fear comes from the very thing&lt;br /&gt;i want to say this and that&lt;br /&gt;i take things to seriously&lt;br /&gt;i over interpret everything&lt;br /&gt;i want you to love me for me&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where these words come from&lt;br /&gt;tears are falling from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i am sick of not knowing what to say&lt;br /&gt;when all the words in my head are arranged&lt;br /&gt;forming sentences and words&lt;br /&gt;that you would hear, you could hear&lt;br /&gt;if i told you...&lt;br /&gt;but i am filled with fear&lt;br /&gt;your voice is so near&lt;br /&gt;i am overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;i am overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;keep talking so i do not have to speak&lt;br /&gt;i fear this moment, &lt;br /&gt;will i be well received?&lt;br /&gt;i want to know how you will respond&lt;br /&gt;to what i say before i say it.&lt;br /&gt;and then i could tailor my words&lt;br /&gt;to the reaction i want&lt;br /&gt;not have this dread, that keeps me from saying everything&lt;br /&gt;i over think everything, &lt;br /&gt;take in attention, i just want affection&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where I'm going with this&lt;br /&gt;i have so much to say&lt;br /&gt;to everyone i know, every though in my mind&lt;br /&gt;i could talk for days, trying to explain&lt;br /&gt;i would never finish&lt;br /&gt;but I'm scared, how would it fair?&lt;br /&gt;i am filled with fear--i cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;there is no escaping, this is my mind&lt;br /&gt;forgive me i babble, &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to hit anything too important&lt;br /&gt;while I'm talking,&lt;br /&gt;in case anything should slip&lt;br /&gt;that i would rather not be heard&lt;br /&gt;because i fear my words&lt;br /&gt;would be taken the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;you do not know. you do not know,&lt;br /&gt;i have so much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-2592602225197713397?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/2592602225197713397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=2592602225197713397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/2592602225197713397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/2592602225197713397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-this-time-of-night.html' title='i hate this time of night.'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-906820487005675874</id><published>2007-10-29T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:46:32.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ayyy</title><content type='html'>the best thing was said to me today:&lt;br /&gt;"spandex are a privilege, not a right." &lt;br /&gt;or something along those lines, by this kid i barely know whose name is Drew. amazingness fer sureee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-906820487005675874?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-9169179883071973826</id><published>2007-10-29T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:19:38.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS NOT TRUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;you will come down soon too&lt;br /&gt;you will come down too soon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate not knowing what to say, i hate silence. i hate the not knowing more. i'm sick of listening to my own voice. i'm sick of people listening to me. sing me a song and it will make everything all right. i just want everything to be all right. Maybe someday we will be. i miss happy endings. these things are never ending. we have gone too far to turn around. we have gone too far. i missed. this is not the time to say these words spilling from my mouth. nothing right has ever come out. i was trying to be hiding in my silence. i broke it, this is timeless. i promised to tell everything when the time is right. the time will never be right, you know. this is the best i have ever been. and the worst i have ever been. there is no inbetween, no happy medium. i lost everything and gained all i knew. one fell swoop. so cliche. how i never know the right words to say. there is no idea, no golden thought, that will allow me to continue on. i'm hanging on with all i've got. everything will be all right some time i pray. it's to much for me to say. silence suffocating me down. tieing me to the ground. static and immobile. these hopes are futile. there is no escape from the silence i've made. no escape from the sound. contradict everything, this is nothing but a dream. i've hoped to see it all. this is all i've seen. destruction and disaster. lies and laughter. hidden meaning i will never know. i am never told. we fight this war until we grow old and brittle. old and bitter. the hate corrodes our insides. rusted metal grating at our minds. leaving the past behind. we will all die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;today was decent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-9169179883071973826?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/9169179883071973826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=9169179883071973826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/9169179883071973826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/9169179883071973826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-not-true.html' title='THIS IS NOT TRUE'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-1171954208649148836</id><published>2007-10-28T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:29:16.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>work = results, lazy = nothing</title><content type='html'>I should do something rather than procrastinate so much. Like learn the languages I love. Every single one of them. And get the scanner hooked up to the mac. Pen in my drawings. Read more. Do homework on time. Run all the time. Swim all the time. Everything I say I would like to do. It's stupid. But I never get anything done. Oh, and practice bass, which is becoming a reality. All-state will be the death of me. But it's something better than being boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agh. I hate notes for modern euro and my inability to be productive while on a computer w/the internet. &gt;0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-1171954208649148836?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/1171954208649148836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=1171954208649148836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1171954208649148836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1171954208649148836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/10/work-results-lazy-nothing.html' title='work = results, lazy = nothing'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-8315475417821115861</id><published>2007-10-28T18:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:33:55.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>there is no finale</title><content type='html'>we tried the best we could&lt;br /&gt;i never knew what i knew i should&lt;br /&gt;but everything is the past&lt;br /&gt;the future is coming fast&lt;br /&gt;these sounds fill me with emotions&lt;br /&gt;i can not explain&lt;br /&gt;no words to give a name&lt;br /&gt;failing me for now&lt;br /&gt;words &amp; sounds at once&lt;br /&gt;will you join me?&lt;br /&gt;i know i am not the best&lt;br /&gt;i know that i am a mess&lt;br /&gt;i am giving you a chance, a choice&lt;br /&gt;if i asked you, would you dance with me?&lt;br /&gt;me and my two left feet?&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm always waiting for a 'no'&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to believe&lt;br /&gt;people on tv, tell me things i need&lt;br /&gt;i don't need you.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i do. maybe i don't.&lt;br /&gt;deciding things for me.&lt;br /&gt;this world is beyond me&lt;br /&gt;i am trailing behind, a relic, &lt;br /&gt;lost in my own mind&lt;br /&gt;is this for real?&lt;br /&gt;i never knew what to feel, when&lt;br /&gt;you said 'i love you'&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't a conclusion, ever.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, never.&lt;br /&gt;beginning at the ending,&lt;br /&gt;i have no more problems, &lt;br /&gt;there is no feeling in my words&lt;br /&gt;the sounds i hear, filling the air&lt;br /&gt;emotions i can't explain&lt;br /&gt;while words fail me&lt;br /&gt;and i shake shake shake&lt;br /&gt;on my own, i am filled with feeling&lt;br /&gt;this is nothing real&lt;br /&gt;i can tell you this&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell you this&lt;br /&gt;there was never anything to miss&lt;br /&gt;this is true&lt;br /&gt;i watched everything and talked talked talked&lt;br /&gt;to hear my voice and not hear silence&lt;br /&gt;that would tell me the truths&lt;br /&gt;i did not want to hear anything &lt;br /&gt;but myself&lt;br /&gt;because listening is so difficult&lt;br /&gt;and every thought has a violent need&lt;br /&gt;to be screamed&lt;br /&gt;i hide and hide, silence can be my disguise&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing to say &lt;br /&gt;there is everything to say&lt;br /&gt;i am not finished, i am not done&lt;br /&gt;there is no finale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-8315475417821115861?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/8315475417821115861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=8315475417821115861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8315475417821115861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8315475417821115861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-is-no-finale.html' title='there is no finale'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-1901768403813342320</id><published>2007-10-22T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T17:33:34.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ah ha!</title><content type='html'>So today, I'm walking/sprinting to my first class and see Kate A. who waves me over and points to her mouth were there is an amazing green lip ring. Unfortunately, it's not real, but it was incredibly cool. And I saw Kara and Kainoa on my run which was pretty swell. =0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm going to be for Halloween. I need to get cracking on that robot costume if that's what I want to be. I'll probably just put on ridiculous clothes and too much make-up and say I'm something random. It doesn't really matter. I swear I'm going to go trick-or-treating forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this shirt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shopimages-ll.ccs.com//n200318_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://shopimages-ll.ccs.com//n200318_red.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-1901768403813342320?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/1901768403813342320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=1901768403813342320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1901768403813342320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1901768403813342320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/10/ah-ha.html' title='ah ha!'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-7917210009540729873</id><published>2007-10-18T19:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:58:37.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>uh</title><content type='html'>So I have a small obsession with French bands. It's all good though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-7917210009540729873?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/7917210009540729873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=7917210009540729873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7917210009540729873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7917210009540729873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/10/uh.html' title='uh'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-8172536650253647889</id><published>2007-10-15T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:08:02.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>let's see</title><content type='html'>I totally respect Radiohead. Their new cd can only be downloaded from their site. You choose the price. And that officially makes me feel far to guilty to try to download it without paying anything. The price is in UK pounds though. And a dollar is like .48 pounds. Which sort of sucks. But, oh well. Besides fixing our economy and national debt, there's not much I can do. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-8172536650253647889?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/8172536650253647889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=8172536650253647889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8172536650253647889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8172536650253647889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/10/lets-see.html' title='let&apos;s see'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-7991716241060364282</id><published>2007-10-09T01:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:15:18.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/RwsSf7zunJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/quvKwR4B8EA/s1600-h/l_dff2df95d5ffa8231d264799eb3c6519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/RwsSf7zunJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/quvKwR4B8EA/s400/l_dff2df95d5ffa8231d264799eb3c6519.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119205741276601490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy me this. &lt;br /&gt;(for girls though)&lt;br /&gt;i will love you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-7991716241060364282?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/7991716241060364282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=7991716241060364282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7991716241060364282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7991716241060364282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/10/buy-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZUPHIELa10/RwsSf7zunJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/quvKwR4B8EA/s72-c/l_dff2df95d5ffa8231d264799eb3c6519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-6300011826821518429</id><published>2007-10-07T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:21:58.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so i wrote something today</title><content type='html'>it rambles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can paint your face with the bad news&lt;br /&gt;all things end much too soon&lt;br /&gt;we'll never know for sure what's going on&lt;br /&gt;but everyone loves a good fight&lt;br /&gt;well we're fighting but what's the poit&lt;br /&gt;w're living and nothing's the same&lt;br /&gt;we're humans are we ever humane?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could say everything i wanted to&lt;br /&gt;and not get ridiculed for being&lt;br /&gt;so idealistic and naive, it's not&lt;br /&gt;how i mean to be&lt;br /&gt;but words sound better in my mind&lt;br /&gt;than to my ears&lt;br /&gt;every things changed out loud&lt;br /&gt;there's a sound for every emotion i know&lt;br /&gt;we try and hide it,&lt;br /&gt;know one will know&lt;br /&gt;this isn't real or reality&lt;br /&gt;all these things mean nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;we're fighting but there is no reason&lt;br /&gt;we're humans yet not humane&lt;br /&gt;our solutions create problems&lt;br /&gt;we now have to fix&lt;br /&gt;we're missing the point&lt;br /&gt;there is no conclusion&lt;br /&gt;these words are my war&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could do something more&lt;br /&gt;opportunity is what i'm askign ofr&lt;br /&gt;these options are limited, but my feelings intense&lt;br /&gt;emotions like a prism--every color&lt;br /&gt;there's no solution, we are who we are&lt;br /&gt;i just wihs i could say what i wanted to&lt;br /&gt;and not be ridiculed for being idealistic and naive&lt;br /&gt;it's not how i mean to be&lt;br /&gt;everything sound better in my mind&lt;br /&gt;i'm working on thinking how to make things more clear&lt;br /&gt;but the ideas aren't adding up&lt;br /&gt;and the solutions are not enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-6300011826821518429?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/6300011826821518429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=6300011826821518429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6300011826821518429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6300011826821518429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-i-wrote-something-today.html' title='so i wrote something today'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-4671317090476796577</id><published>2007-10-06T22:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T22:34:10.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a bay bay</title><content type='html'>i actually hate that song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buttt, I may be posting on my lj again, fer realz. lawlz. =] hehe.&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't written anything in forever, but words have been bouncing around my brain, I've been so busy. Not really busy enough to justify not writing down said words but whateverrr. =] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i officially &lt;3 switchfoot. they're lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-4671317090476796577?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/4671317090476796577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=4671317090476796577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/4671317090476796577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/4671317090476796577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/10/bay-bay.html' title='a bay bay'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-170951164327976399</id><published>2007-09-27T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:03:14.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>weeeeeee</title><content type='html'>the classic crime is awesome. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-170951164327976399?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/170951164327976399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=170951164327976399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/170951164327976399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/170951164327976399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/09/weeeeeee.html' title='weeeeeee'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-5940945396914517035</id><published>2007-09-24T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:29:43.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dude</title><content type='html'>Things are 1/2 good 1/2 bad. I'm sick of being so fucking melodramatic. So that's my mid-end of year resolution, to stop being so fucking melodramatic. And lighten up and work on my schoolwork because I take things way too seriously and need to get an A in modern euro. it was such a mistake to switch into that class. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-5940945396914517035?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/5940945396914517035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=5940945396914517035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5940945396914517035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5940945396914517035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/09/dude.html' title='dude'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-5176809551966160273</id><published>2007-09-23T20:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:35:37.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mood</title><content type='html'>I wish there were better describing words because what I feel like right now =  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anxious/worried/scared/nervous/terrified/numb/angry/depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-5176809551966160273?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/5176809551966160273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=5176809551966160273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5176809551966160273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5176809551966160273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/09/mood.html' title='mood'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-2219673797980752859</id><published>2007-09-20T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:59:09.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shit.</title><content type='html'>how can you tell me those obvious lies with such a straight face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;I fucking need a new ipod. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is resolved with a sea breeze and watching the sun rise over the trees. Seeing the sky fill with every hue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-2219673797980752859?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/2219673797980752859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=2219673797980752859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/2219673797980752859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/2219673797980752859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/09/shit.html' title='shit.'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-2455851079311484769</id><published>2007-09-16T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:03:48.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>old stuff</title><content type='html'>Just stuff that was written a while ago . It's not very good and there are lines pretty much stolen from Conor Oberst...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words? they stumble around&lt;br /&gt;speaking of things which i'd rather&lt;br /&gt;not talk about&lt;br /&gt;i tried it once, twice, and it's&lt;br /&gt;never gonna happen again I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;Trust is impossible when people won't&lt;br /&gt;Take your secrets to the grave&lt;br /&gt;you can repeat all the lies&lt;br /&gt;and give the apologies&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna walk down the street&lt;br /&gt;And hope I never see you again&lt;br /&gt;Betrayal is nothing to take lightly&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of forgiving so called friends&lt;br /&gt;No one will be there 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;Denial is worthless and selfish&lt;br /&gt;How could I believe you would do this?&lt;br /&gt;Always so trusting, I'm sick of me caring&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING IS THE SAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were staring up at the clouds&lt;br /&gt;wondering what would come around next&lt;br /&gt;heard the future in our sleep&lt;br /&gt;saw the world with a disease&lt;br /&gt;watched cities crumble on tv&lt;br /&gt;while no one ever heard of you or me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hard to remember how this goes&lt;br /&gt;as i watched you put on your clothes&lt;br /&gt;where are we now, what time is it?&lt;br /&gt;why do we still exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it'd take so long&lt;br /&gt;And I always feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Between the passing of a cloud and the sun coming out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our past and future will never meet again&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, now I've said it again&lt;br /&gt;Sometime this will end, sometime this will end&lt;br /&gt;sometime we will all end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whispered promises, with hopes of happiness&lt;br /&gt;this is always how life was&lt;br /&gt;on the edge of lonliness, when we had no one else&lt;br /&gt;and the future passed us by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Try, We'll Just Leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your hand out, it's time to leave&lt;br /&gt;This never was the right disease&lt;br /&gt;The way things were we should have seen&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour the wine and have a toast&lt;br /&gt;What is it that you miss the most:&lt;br /&gt;Curious kisses and roaming hands?&lt;br /&gt;Eyes full of desire and loniliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pity party is such a drag&lt;br /&gt;You can never lose what you never had&lt;br /&gt;Talk full of cliches and ungraceful words,&lt;br /&gt;All the truth you had never heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking straight to our graves&lt;br /&gt;Who did you want to save:&lt;br /&gt;The lover that you never loved?&lt;br /&gt;The friend who was never good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inaction-you're gravest sin&lt;br /&gt;You who never let anyone win&lt;br /&gt;Crocodile tears fall from brown eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You only weep from surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing circles around my head&lt;br /&gt;What's to worst you could have said to me?&lt;br /&gt;All the anger and the rage&lt;br /&gt;Wine bottles flying through the air&lt;br /&gt;The contents nicely aged leaving spectacular stains&lt;br /&gt;Held by memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;You say you'll never be whole&lt;br /&gt;The tears in my eyes leaving shadows in my mind&lt;br /&gt;While the door is swinging shut&lt;br /&gt;And I'm left all  undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is worse, which is worse&lt;br /&gt;Being left or never having anyone?&lt;br /&gt;And while this perpetual heartache's amusing&lt;br /&gt;These feelings are deceiving&lt;br /&gt;I was never good at choosing&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn everything you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mind fills with questions&lt;br /&gt;None of them answered. I get up at dawn just to see the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;All the memories with meaning have faded&lt;br /&gt;That's how it seems--I just want something to hold onto&lt;br /&gt;As the sky fills up pinks and orange and blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm filled with something which so long ago I knew&lt;br /&gt;And now it seems that everything will resolve in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this one really sucks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i deleted some of the really sucky parts though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we live the cleanest lives we can&lt;br /&gt;volunteering and showers planned&lt;br /&gt;walk along this clear white line&lt;br /&gt;following plans made for our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long now and it's so dark&lt;br /&gt;as we're sitting on a bench in the park&lt;br /&gt;night noises and silence,&lt;br /&gt;our breathing so violent.&lt;br /&gt;I shiver at the sound, it is so dark now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed when you said you would never be free&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what you meant&lt;br /&gt;Well this cage that we're in it's all&lt;br /&gt;that we see, clawing at the bars&lt;br /&gt;pretending we're happy&lt;br /&gt;but it was never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting all night for you to tell me&lt;br /&gt;What's going on, but you've stayed as silent&lt;br /&gt;as i've tried to be&lt;br /&gt;And I still wonder what you meant&lt;br /&gt;And if you see the same cage as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;Yet everyone still saw the scars&lt;br /&gt;That I always wanted to hide&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll be fine, I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hoping to be found&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lost in the city&lt;br /&gt;Not looking where I am&lt;br /&gt;The nights are so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Even if I can't see the stars&lt;br /&gt;I know that they're there&lt;br /&gt;I hope someone cares as much as me&lt;br /&gt;All the people with their friends&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to make amends with mine,&lt;br /&gt;for everything that happened last time.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I could say,&lt;br /&gt;'Things are better off this way'&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get hurt and can't hurt anyone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to find you&lt;br /&gt;Where I think you'll be&lt;br /&gt;I promise you'll never see me&lt;br /&gt;You'd never want to, I wouldn't want to--&lt;br /&gt;But as i watch the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the beach&lt;br /&gt;I know this isn't the end you&lt;br /&gt;would have wanted for me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you wanted from me&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be alive&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to die, anymore&lt;br /&gt;not like i did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crash and burn, don't pretend&lt;br /&gt;you'll never learn, you've done it again&lt;br /&gt;this disaster is nothing more than you idea of&lt;br /&gt;a good time&lt;br /&gt;you should stop wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;the weeks pass like seconds&lt;br /&gt;i realize i still need you like i need air&lt;br /&gt;it feels horrible&lt;br /&gt;neck high in water that's only getting deeper&lt;br /&gt;i know that i am wrong but you were&lt;br /&gt;always my keeper--&lt;br /&gt;things should have, could have, would have&lt;br /&gt;been different, any other way&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these when sleep is the only escape,&lt;br /&gt;Until nightmares, of harsher years grate upon my mind&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me time and time again why i don't need you&lt;br /&gt;you who i long for, you are my air&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Future is Our Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watch the days fade away&lt;br /&gt;Like our writing in the sand&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of our demise&lt;br /&gt;Filling our ears like a band&lt;br /&gt;A soft and lonely silence settles over&lt;br /&gt;This is the only time I regret&lt;br /&gt;We laughed with innocence at all these feelings&lt;br /&gt;Never expecting how these things would go&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything to know what you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I would never ask and you would never let it show&lt;br /&gt;Those emotions that fly on windy days like these&lt;br /&gt;Watching those colors, simply drifting the breeze&lt;br /&gt;We made promises before we knew what they were&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing easier or free&lt;br /&gt;Laying on the grass watch the clouds&lt;br /&gt;pass overhead&lt;br /&gt;Calling out shapes, remembering all we had said&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing more simple than that&lt;br /&gt;All we had was good times and laughs&lt;br /&gt;The world was what we had&lt;br /&gt;To do with what we wished&lt;br /&gt;Laughter and happiness--there was only bliss&lt;br /&gt;Now these times remind me of this&lt;br /&gt;Only everything isn't the same&lt;br /&gt;Laughter and happiness--it isn't yours or mine&lt;br /&gt;A tale of destruction or a tale of the times?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;There was such confusion and all that fuss,&lt;br /&gt;The world let us know that we had fucked up&lt;br /&gt;Up until then it was nothing but youthful innocence&lt;br /&gt;We knew not what we did&lt;br /&gt;You said you needed time, well I needed time to think&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when all these problems&lt;br /&gt;Were solved with merely a drink&lt;br /&gt;But no more.&lt;br /&gt;We loved and we lost though we tried as well&lt;br /&gt;as we knew how&lt;br /&gt;this game was never explained and&lt;br /&gt;it's over now&lt;br /&gt;And we sit in silence by the sea&lt;br /&gt;watching clouds pass in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing easier or free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing but innocence&lt;br /&gt;In those stolen kisses&lt;br /&gt;I told you I loved you&lt;br /&gt;But I knew something was missing&lt;br /&gt;You would have given the world&lt;br /&gt;To just have known what I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;You'd said it enough&lt;br /&gt;You've said it so much&lt;br /&gt;A penny for your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;The world for yours?&lt;br /&gt;Our treasonous voices, humming vocal chords&lt;br /&gt;A smile as bright as sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Through the cold downpour&lt;br /&gt;Every contradiction--I still wanted more&lt;br /&gt;Drifting through the seasons&lt;br /&gt;Now spring is in the air&lt;br /&gt;Sh! Now be quiet, and tell me what you hear&lt;br /&gt;Spin me a tale of truth and love--&lt;br /&gt;One of those I need more of&lt;br /&gt;There was only innocence&lt;br /&gt;In those stolen kisses&lt;br /&gt;I told you I loved you&lt;br /&gt;I knew something was missing&lt;br /&gt;Now ever day's a day&lt;br /&gt;You could have had with out me&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize then what I'm now guilty of:&lt;br /&gt;Wasting your time,&lt;br /&gt;Just as you were a pleasant waste of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...:::///|||\\\:::...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sort of a lot (it took long enough to type anyway) but it's about everything I've written recently. Tokyo Police Club is really awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-2455851079311484769?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/2455851079311484769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=2455851079311484769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/2455851079311484769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/2455851079311484769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/09/old-stuff.html' title='old stuff'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-8459291566296773611</id><published>2007-08-27T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:51:18.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>repeat.</title><content type='html'>Listen to these lies&lt;br /&gt;This never ending pattern of replies&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it before, heard nothing more&lt;br /&gt;This constant insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Always the same old song&lt;br /&gt;Always you've done wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;All over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing and dreaming that something could change&lt;br /&gt;Something would change&lt;br /&gt;It was never enough&lt;br /&gt;There is never enough to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we say the words&lt;br /&gt;as well rehearsed lines&lt;br /&gt;Every emotion perfected and every look just right&lt;br /&gt;All the stage cues performed at exactly the right time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this was never going to work&lt;br /&gt;Better at fighting then getting along&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning this was all wrong&lt;br /&gt;This was never a good choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we repeat the words&lt;br /&gt;So well rehearsed and familiar&lt;br /&gt;It was always this way&lt;br /&gt;And it is always the same&lt;br /&gt;These fights will never go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I write is exactly the same. Except some of the earlier stuff when I was a fucking mess. I need to work on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-8459291566296773611?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/8459291566296773611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=8459291566296773611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8459291566296773611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8459291566296773611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/08/repeat.html' title='repeat.'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-7767027204891260289</id><published>2007-08-24T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T13:30:41.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were Born Under:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatyearwereyoubornunderquiz/ram.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your most comfortable inside your head - and often daydream the day away.&lt;br /&gt;You have an artistic temperament that makes you seem creative to some, eccentric to others.&lt;br /&gt;You avoid conflict at all costs, and you have a difficult time with relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Attractive and with good manners, you tend to shine in social situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with a Pig or Rabbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyearwereyoubornunderquiz/"&gt;What Year Were You Born Under?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You can judge for yourself, but I think that description is surprisingly good. Except shining in social situations. No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are 47% Scorpio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscorpioareyouquiz/scorpio.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscorpioareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scorpio Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahaha =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-7767027204891260289?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/7767027204891260289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=7767027204891260289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7767027204891260289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7767027204891260289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/08/boredom.html' title='boredom!'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-2165495644671636448</id><published>2007-08-23T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T16:34:14.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no.</title><content type='html'>there is less than a week until school starts. =( ick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-2165495644671636448?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/2165495644671636448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=2165495644671636448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/2165495644671636448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/2165495644671636448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-no.html' title='oh no.'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-4492475184384325547</id><published>2007-08-11T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:17:11.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jebediah the fish and the angry biker!</title><content type='html'>I copied this from Kara's lj , because this is what I did last night after going to Pizza Place then DQ with Kara, her mom and a bunch of other people that I could list but am not going to. It's pretty sweet (edit - i think it's sweet because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; made it), and where it says 'Sarah', that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/purplecow0987/DSC01180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="The road to Jericho is lined with starving people. I mean, it's lined with Lego guys with ruptured organs."&gt;Tonight at youth we created a story, of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;(And by 'we', I'm mean Sarah and I. And I guess Jess contributed with the storyline a little. But mainly Sarah. I give her the credit.)&lt;br /&gt;We found some little religious foam cutouts ("Jesus Pieces") in the cabinet at church and decided to do arts and crafts while listening to some Anberlin and a lil' Family Force 5.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the rest...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! (Or, don't. Because I'm not sure I would. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 343px; height: 257px;" alt="" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/purplecow0987/DSC01182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 342px; height: 256px;" alt="" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/purplecow0987/DSC01183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 331px; height: 248px;" alt="" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/purplecow0987/DSC01184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 256px;" alt="" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/purplecow0987/DSC01186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 344px; height: 257px;" alt="" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/purplecow0987/DSC01187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's rockin' the NSYNC tee shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 228px;" alt="" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/purplecow0987/DSC01189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------Back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's tough to read some things, sorry I had to make the pictures smaller so they would fit without being cut off. I'm off for a run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-4492475184384325547?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/4492475184384325547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=4492475184384325547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/4492475184384325547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/4492475184384325547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/08/jebediah-fish-and-angry-biker.html' title='jebediah the fish and the angry biker!'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-5276553927750739556</id><published>2007-07-29T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:02:13.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>joy.</title><content type='html'>All those false words of sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Held up with melodies of misery&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to not be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;But we forget.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more, nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facts compel this conclusion&lt;br /&gt;Lies holding up an illusion of democracy&lt;br /&gt;An illusion of idiocy--wait, that's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we strangers in a strange strange land?&lt;br /&gt;never understanding all these worthless plans&lt;br /&gt;waiting for answers but just standing around&lt;br /&gt;the flowers looked beautiful but now they're dead&lt;br /&gt;and the ground is cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lost our map ages ago&lt;br /&gt;now wanderers lost on this empty plain&lt;br /&gt;stragglers driving through the rain&lt;br /&gt;don't know where we're going,&lt;br /&gt;but we'll find out when we get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing's making sense&lt;br /&gt;these incoherent thoughts are a mess&lt;br /&gt;i miss these ease with which i used to write&lt;br /&gt;words flowing freely from a pen (keyboard)&lt;br /&gt;and now it's this chopped up mess&lt;br /&gt;going from fear of being forgotten&lt;br /&gt;to democracy to wandering&lt;br /&gt;i miss everything. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-5276553927750739556?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/5276553927750739556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=5276553927750739556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5276553927750739556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5276553927750739556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/07/joy.html' title='joy.'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-6780445618125856705</id><published>2007-07-29T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:08:41.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I should write so much. It's a self-destructive habit at times. =/ But whatever. I ran through a cemetery today, it lets me dwell on our own mortality. =/ But no, cemeteries are really quiet, but I hate running by mausoleums, because they're creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-6780445618125856705?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/6780445618125856705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=6780445618125856705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6780445618125856705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/6780445618125856705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/07/maybe.html' title='maybe'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-8935864973659930417</id><published>2007-07-27T21:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T21:44:43.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>uh. hey.</title><content type='html'>So I saw some of Little Miss Sunshine yesterday. Most of the end anyway. And it's funny, my cousin said she didn't get it at all that it was weird. It was weird, but that's the point. I told her it all boiled down to the little speech about life being a beauty pageant, which may or may not be true. But it's a good movie even if it is weird, it's sad and funny and sort of awful but not really. And it's a little like life, which is always a good thing. Though perhaps not. I'm not sure about anything, but I've done more this week after getting home then I did most of last summer after camp I'm pretty sure. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-8935864973659930417?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/8935864973659930417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=8935864973659930417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8935864973659930417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8935864973659930417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/07/uh-hey.html' title='uh. hey.'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-8036536464334750661</id><published>2007-07-22T12:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:16:18.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>home again</title><content type='html'>I've returned from Colorado after an eventful shit-show of a trip, and while I'm happy to be home, as of yet, the company was more exciting back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it feels good to be back, I'm working my way through Harry Potter and just hanging around, but I have to go call someone and learn how to sail spinnaker. =0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-8036536464334750661?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/8036536464334750661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=8036536464334750661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8036536464334750661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8036536464334750661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/07/home-again.html' title='home again'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-5958898977006088867</id><published>2007-06-23T01:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:02:24.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear</title><content type='html'>this is the fourth post in the last few hours but the song "girl anachronism" by the dresden dolls pretty much completes me, although i don't feel out of this time period, just a mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-5958898977006088867?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/5958898977006088867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=5958898977006088867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5958898977006088867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/5958898977006088867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-dear.html' title='oh dear'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-394465027163600849</id><published>2007-06-23T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:15:34.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me i'm wrong, please</title><content type='html'>the internal bleeding is not so obvious&lt;br /&gt;as the bullet holes are&lt;br /&gt;but regret is filling this heart&lt;br /&gt;regret is nothing to me anymore&lt;br /&gt;those pretty pictures, perfectly complementing&lt;br /&gt;your perfect frame, your perfect face&lt;br /&gt;shattered away now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broke all those mirrors&lt;br /&gt;so you'd never see yourself again&lt;br /&gt;and beat you up for all those cruel words&lt;br /&gt;brought a gun just because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the end&lt;br /&gt;this is the end&lt;br /&gt;call 911 i think this is an emergency&lt;br /&gt;but it's too late to save this kid&lt;br /&gt;so constantly late, never ontime&lt;br /&gt;always rushing in 'sorry, sorry'&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's fine but not now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the internal bleeding isn't as obvious&lt;br /&gt;as the bullet holes are&lt;br /&gt;but you broke all the mirrors&lt;br /&gt;so you'd never have to see yourself again&lt;br /&gt;well you'll never have to see yourself again&lt;br /&gt;just a memory of everything i knew&lt;br /&gt;everything that ever mattered to you&lt;br /&gt;and nothing ever did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broke all those mirrors&lt;br /&gt;so you'd never see yourself again&lt;br /&gt;and beat you up for all those cruel words&lt;br /&gt;brought a gun just because&lt;br /&gt;just because, just because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so damn depressing. sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-394465027163600849?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/394465027163600849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=394465027163600849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/394465027163600849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/394465027163600849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/06/tell-me-im-wrong-please.html' title='tell me i&apos;m wrong, please'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-7703946302354170210</id><published>2007-06-22T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:04:35.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; this too</title><content type='html'>i will take all i can and give nothing back&lt;br /&gt;so forget me because this is nothing but an act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-7703946302354170210?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/7703946302354170210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=7703946302354170210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7703946302354170210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/7703946302354170210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-too.html' title='&amp; this too'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-2796628903619877173</id><published>2007-06-22T21:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:59:46.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh it's nothing</title><content type='html'>i know nothing about things like this&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want it to end this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorado in a few days! Can you say psyched?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little nervous for the altitude though, but I figure I can handle it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-2796628903619877173?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/2796628903619877173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=2796628903619877173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/2796628903619877173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/2796628903619877173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-its-nothing.html' title='oh it&apos;s nothing'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-3037574467798343735</id><published>2007-06-20T01:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T01:58:41.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i should be sleeping</title><content type='html'>Does what one do in high school correlate at all to what they end up doing/existing as/being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, theoretically, anyone could become whatever they wanted no matter what they did in high school. Which I am proud to be half-way done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The world is such a fuck-up. We're wasting our resources, swindling oil and charging billions a barrel. Oh, people are dying and politicians are lying, but what does anyone care? Caught up in the microcosms of their own life, which if applied to the real world exist in strange parallels. If you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, and I've shared this with many people, the acronym for Global War on Terror is GWOT. Also pronounce jee-waht. There is a certain word that means religious war in Islam, jihad (jee-hahd).  You might not see it, but those words are strangely close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Global War on Terror is a farce.  I'm such a liberal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-3037574467798343735?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/3037574467798343735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=3037574467798343735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/3037574467798343735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/3037574467798343735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-should-be-sleeping.html' title='i should be sleeping'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-4339678004931062772</id><published>2007-06-19T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:51:17.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fakes fakes fakes</title><content type='html'>see the plastic sun&lt;br /&gt;shining down so real so bright&lt;br /&gt;it's all a lie, we all are lies&lt;br /&gt;carefully crafted, well working disguises.&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing new to us&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing new to you&lt;br /&gt;this is nothing but a means to an end&lt;br /&gt;nothing more nothing less&lt;br /&gt;oh we all can believe&lt;br /&gt;something real and complete&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't make it more real than we are&lt;br /&gt;and we are fakes&lt;br /&gt;all these stereotypes surround&lt;br /&gt;let's just listen to them, listen to them&lt;br /&gt;point and stare into the crowd&lt;br /&gt;pretend we know you, we've never met you&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna judge you, discriminate you, segregate you&lt;br /&gt;group by group&lt;br /&gt;because we have nothing better to do&lt;br /&gt;there is no such thing as peace&lt;br /&gt;humans have clearly shown&lt;br /&gt;fighting over problems so meaningless and well-known&lt;br /&gt;where else can we go?&lt;br /&gt;we judge and judge and judge&lt;br /&gt;then wonder why people hate&lt;br /&gt;stereotype and stereotype&lt;br /&gt;wonder why people still discriminate&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing in this world (country) that is free&lt;br /&gt;not even your speech&lt;br /&gt;oh where war is more important than the homefront&lt;br /&gt;let's start some protests and do something good&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing to say that hasn't already been said&lt;br /&gt;this war on terror is only an acronym&lt;br /&gt;and freedom is our latest sin, our latest sin&lt;br /&gt;careless less and misguided this world isn't kind-less&lt;br /&gt;just misled, by all the things our leaders have said&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing new to us&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing new to you&lt;br /&gt;this is just a means to an end&lt;br /&gt;nothing more nothing less&lt;br /&gt;oh we can believe&lt;br /&gt;something real and complete&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't make it more real than we are&lt;br /&gt;and we are fakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive the essay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-4339678004931062772?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/4339678004931062772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=4339678004931062772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/4339678004931062772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/4339678004931062772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/06/fakes-fakes-fakes.html' title='fakes fakes fakes'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-8876898083218634691</id><published>2007-06-17T23:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:25:08.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>give me feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;     i feel like a wreck. i don't know why. there's no good reason. school is practically over except for an exam in health and an assignment in jazz band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;     i'm just anxious. incredibly anxious. i really don't know what's going on. i sort of gave up my livejournal, i like this better. practically no one sees this at least. no one really saw my lj either though. just kara and michaela and michaela. =/&lt;br /&gt;    i'm sick of just being here sort of. i feel like i need to do something, take action but i really don't know what for or why. i'm not really in the right mood for writing right now, and i should be copying my brochure in pen (for jazz band) but i'm too hyped up. i'm not looking forward to my health exam because i lost the review sheet and now am going to have to borrow someone's like 5 seconds before the exam begins to memorize the muscles and the bones. the bones shouldn't be hard, but the muscles...agh.&lt;br /&gt;    i miss classes being interesting and engaging. shouldn't school be like that? i miss being able to write decent poetry and crap too. i have the emotions but not the words. sometimes less than that even. it's depressing.&lt;br /&gt;    i've given up capitalizing things. pretty much, if i don't have to i don't. i think i should transfer it into my handwriting to, so teachers can get pissed at me when i hand written work in. that sounds fun.&lt;br /&gt;    i miss caring about a lot of things that i should care for, when i care far too much for things i shouldn't. i'm still trying to please people way to much, to live up to their expectations. act how they think i should act. i'm just so scared of not being accepted i guess. which is a little ridiculous because right now i'm pretty sure i have more friends who would be willing to spend time with me than ever. but i just can't shake the feeling that they'll all leave and i'll be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;    so that's the first time i've put down those fears in a while. and the first in this blog. now i don't feel anxious, just nervous and sad. i'm not sure whether it's an improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-8876898083218634691?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/8876898083218634691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=8876898083218634691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8876898083218634691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/8876898083218634691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/06/give-me-feeling.html' title='give me feeling'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-3383435130450682681</id><published>2007-06-17T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T13:01:52.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh this is a disease</title><content type='html'>it's too late for crying&lt;br /&gt;all the mourners have gone home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; listening to you sighing&lt;br /&gt;this grave feels like my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sick of you telling me&lt;br /&gt;'this is the way things should be'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sick of you telling me&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry, i have to leave'&lt;br /&gt;good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the piano was playing a melody&lt;br /&gt;of sadness and despair&lt;br /&gt;last time i saw you there&lt;br /&gt;the last time i tried to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapping on the keys&lt;br /&gt;white and black white and black&lt;br /&gt;the night was freezing cold,&lt;br /&gt;and you never looked back&lt;br /&gt;(i was hoping you'd look back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget me i was crying&lt;br /&gt;forgive me i was lying&lt;br /&gt;about everything&lt;br /&gt;about you&lt;br /&gt;this world is getting colder&lt;br /&gt;as we grow older in each passing moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure why i tried&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-3383435130450682681?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/3383435130450682681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=3383435130450682681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/3383435130450682681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/3383435130450682681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-this-is-disease.html' title='oh this is a disease'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13376367.post-1149020378998019445</id><published>2007-06-12T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:16:27.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>agh.</title><content type='html'>I feel far too stressed right now.  I guess it's a combination of a cold/allergies, lack of sleep, approaching exams and stuff. But really. School's almost over I should not be this ridiculously stressed feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I hate scheduling stuff for next year, because the classes I want are never where I want them to be. Today I was shunted out of Modern Euro AP because there isn't another Physics I Honors class 1st semester and I need physics to take AP Biology 2. I could have taken normal physics instead of taking consumer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ec&lt;/span&gt;. and musical theatre (which I'm still not sure what that exactly is) but I don't want to be in a college prep (the normal level) class. On the other hand, the main reason there aren't that many Physics honors classes is because my grade was instructed to take Chemistry after Conceptual Physics rather than Biology, which used to be taken after freshman science, or in some cases as a freshman. Conceptual Physics was new for freshman when I entered high school I think. Regardless, the main problem is that now all the honors students who took Chem Honors this year, are now taking Bio Honors next year instead of Physics, creating less of a need for Physics Honors classes. And effectively forcing me to give up Modern Euro AP until senior year, which will only keep me from taking another class that I might have wanted.&lt;br /&gt;For the record, Biology is listed as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prerequisite&lt;/span&gt; for Chemistry on the class listing online (yet a good portion of my class will be taking Biology next year, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; completing Chem I).&lt;br /&gt;Agh. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13376367-1149020378998019445?l=justlikeacold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/feeds/1149020378998019445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13376367&amp;postID=1149020378998019445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1149020378998019445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13376367/posts/default/1149020378998019445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justlikeacold.blogspot.com/2007/06/agh.html' title='agh.'/><author><name>spectacular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07311694415189987796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jZUPHIELa10/R9Sk-R1-bgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mlh1qwsSzL4/S220/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
