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  <title>S.I.M.P.L.I.C.I.T.Y at it's B.E.S.T</title>
  <subtitle>alisha kristina *insert last name*</subtitle>
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    <name>mayveena</name>
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  <updated>2008-04-01T22:06:01Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mayveena:1419</id>
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    <title>*April Fools say what?*</title>
    <published>2008-04-01T21:51:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T22:06:01Z</updated>
    <category term="love"/>
    <lj:music>No One - Alicia Keys</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Wesley (corpusxeternus on melodramatic) and I are now officially together!! After a long, and rather brutal battle with Missy (as well as Devon), things are finally over, which allows me some peace in mind. I never realized how psycho she can really be. It’s sorta scary actually, and sometimes I worry that she’s going to buy her passport, fly down to Ohio and do something horrible to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then&lt;br /&gt;that’s my silly, worrying thoughts for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley: Im honored to have you in my life&lt;br /&gt;Wesley: I cant word how amazing it is that I have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just want you close&lt;br /&gt;Where you can stay forever&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure&lt;br /&gt;That it will only get better&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honestly, he makes me so happy! I’ve never felt this way before.. We can openly talk about everything! No matter WHAT it is... and the whole time he tells me how much he loves me, and how much he wants to spend the rest of his life with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too soon?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, don’t I know it&lt;br /&gt;and you know what? I don’t CARE! Someone once told me that if love isn’t soon, than it wasn’t meant to be, and gosh! Do I feel love!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry 'cause&lt;br /&gt;Everything's going to be alright&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking they can say what they like&lt;br /&gt;But all i know is everything's going to be alright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m seriously blooming with it! I can’t sit still; I want to "spread my wings and fly"! I’m singing more, and I’m full of energy. I can’t look at another guy without comparing them to Wesley. Every day and every night, on the hour and by the minute - I think of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this really love? Or is this a dream come true, and some day I’m going to wake up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear me! Silly silly, worrying thoughts.. tsk tsk for escape my brain. Get back there! I don’t want you messing up what I thought would never come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy, Jay-Pee, TD&amp;H.. they have NOTHING on Wesley! Gosh! I was such a fool when I thought THAT was love. But now I know... Now I know what my mother and father always tried to tell me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;none of them can love me&lt;br /&gt;like you do&lt;br /&gt;your feelings for me&lt;br /&gt;is not you&lt;br /&gt;better love me&lt;br /&gt;they cant come&lt;br /&gt;between me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes you always around&lt;br /&gt;you're the one&lt;br /&gt;to wear my crown&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll never let me down&lt;br /&gt;woman you are so blessed&lt;br /&gt;you never worry or stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're my empress&lt;br /&gt;me and you together&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You’ll just know who that person is for you. No matter what! and you’ll fight to be with each other"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I feel the same way my mother did when she met my father.&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, she once told me the story of how she knew he was right for her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When the rain is pouring down&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is hurting&lt;br /&gt;You will always be around&lt;br /&gt;This I know for certain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry 'cause&lt;br /&gt;Everything's going to be alright&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking they can say what they like&lt;br /&gt;But all i know is everything's going to be alright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She was in English class, and my father was in the Air Force away on duty in Texas. The teacher asked her what she was going to do when she graduated.. and bluntly she said "I’m marrying the man I’m with right now and have beautiful children"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is&lt;br /&gt;she never told my father that&lt;br /&gt;she just&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNEW!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people search the world&lt;br /&gt;To find something like what we have&lt;br /&gt;I know people will try try to divide something so real&lt;br /&gt;So till the end of time I'm telling you there is no one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley: It felt so good to tell her you were my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Wesley:like, this weight was lifted off of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Were Naughty This Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wereyouanaughtygirlornicegirlthisyearquiz/naughty.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were 70% Naughty, 30% Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not have been good this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you sure had a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing from Santa could top that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/wereyouanaughtygirlornicegirlthisyearquiz/"&gt;Were You a Naughty Girl or Nice Girl this Year?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/GinSurPB/anime-girl.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mayveena:1040</id>
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    <title>*missing someone can tear your heart out*</title>
    <published>2008-02-28T03:58:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-28T03:59:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wish You Were Here -- Incubes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dig my toes into the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Strewn across a blue blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I lean against the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pretend that I am weightless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And in this moment I am happy...happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can't deny the fact anymore that i miss him&lt;br /&gt;every bone in my body wants him back&lt;br /&gt;to hold him&lt;br /&gt;to love him&lt;br /&gt;to cry on his shoulders when something is wrong &lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;to laugh at his stupid jokes when he's know i'm upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every piece of my body is screaming out to him!!&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;why can't he just be with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I lay my head onto the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The sky resembles a backlit canopy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With holes punched in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm counting UFOs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I signal them with my lighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And in this moment I am happy...happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, I'm stuck with this child-boy-of-a-man to call my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;suuuurree&lt;br /&gt;he's nice enough&lt;br /&gt;he's sweet enough&lt;br /&gt;but he isn't who i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like crawling into a little ball and just crying because he isn't here.  but instead i suck it up and move on.  i mean, come on!! the guy lives maaaannny miles away from me, so what chances do i have of ever truely having him for myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The world's a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I am not strapped in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe I should hold with care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But my hands are busy in the air saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just&lt;br /&gt;for once i would like to be happy with the guy i am with&lt;br /&gt;not constantly longing for someone i know i can't have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think..&lt;br /&gt;my dad gave his blessing to have him pay for me to go live with him..&lt;br /&gt;who knows, maybe when he is finished with college he will send for me.  gosh i would love it if he did that for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wish you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your True Love Is a Cancer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/cancer.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you'll love a Cancer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer's loyal and sincere heart makes your own sensitive heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring and devoted, a Cancer will take the lead in pursuing you - and not give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a Cancer will love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're laid back enough to deal with Cancer's little mood swings and freak-outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fellow homebody, you know how make Cancer comfortable and at home with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;What Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t279/Narasgirl/Anime/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mayveena:802</id>
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    <title>*sometimes he makes me go "ahhhh.."*</title>
    <published>2008-02-02T19:15:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-02T19:17:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>What I'm Looking For - Brendan Benson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Well I don't know what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I just wanna look some more&lt;br /&gt;And I won't be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;'Till there's nothing left that I haven't tried&lt;br /&gt;For some people it's an easy choice&lt;br /&gt;But for me there's a devil and an angel's voice&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know what I am looking for&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I just wanna look some more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;can i just dance right now??&lt;br /&gt;lots and LOTS of happy dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*squee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm far too hyper for my own good&lt;br /&gt;but you make me that way&lt;br /&gt;^.^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well I don't know what I'm living for&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I just wanna live some more&lt;br /&gt;And you hear it from strangers&lt;br /&gt;And you hear it from friends&lt;br /&gt;That love never dies, love never ends&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't wanna argue, no I don't wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're always wrong and I'm always right&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know what I am living for&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I just wanna live some more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing sing,&lt;br /&gt;sing those words&lt;br /&gt;sing till your heart cries out&lt;br /&gt;for the chorus of the people&lt;br /&gt;and the tears of their sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing until nothing matters&lt;br /&gt;sing until you've sung those cares away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing sing&lt;br /&gt;SING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I used to be involved, and I felt like a king&lt;br /&gt;Now I've lost it all and I don't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;I may never grow old, I may never give in&lt;br /&gt;And I'll blame this world that I live in&lt;br /&gt;I visit hell on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;I see the sadness in all your faces&lt;br /&gt;I've got friends who have married&lt;br /&gt;And their lives seem complete&lt;br /&gt;Here I am still stumbling down a darkened street&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I act like a child and I'm insecure&lt;br /&gt;And I'm filled with doubt and I'm immature&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it creeps up on me and before I know it&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost at sea&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how far I row&lt;br /&gt;I always find my way back home&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I don't wanna wait anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Smokin' Hot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouhotquiz/hot.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a terrible flirt, a sharp dresser, and a party animal.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you're totally sizzling too. And for you, being hot just comes naturally.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/"&gt;Are You Hot?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h110/Keo_oldersis/anime/8196.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>*you don't have a job, so stop lying*</title>
    <published>2008-01-31T21:44:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-31T21:52:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Going Under -- Evanescence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt; Now I will tell you what I've done for you -&lt;br /&gt;50 thousand tears I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you -&lt;br /&gt;And you still won't hear me.&lt;br /&gt;(going under)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want your hand this time - I'll save myself.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll wake up for once (wake up for once)&lt;br /&gt;Not tormented daily defeated by you&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;why the hell can't she just admit that she's lying?&lt;br /&gt;lying to me&lt;br /&gt;lying to you&lt;br /&gt;lying to herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; I'm dying again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's starting to bother me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't have a job.. no matter what she says, and i know this for a fact.&lt;br /&gt;i've called rite aid..&lt;br /&gt;i've asked about her&lt;br /&gt;and they don't even KNOW who she is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Blurring and stirring - the truth and the lies.&lt;br /&gt;(So I don't know what's real) So I don't know what's real and what's not (and what's not)&lt;br /&gt;Always confusing the thoughts in my head&lt;br /&gt;So I can't trust myself anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her rent is only $30 a month, and yet she can't even afford that.&lt;br /&gt;how can you NOT afford $30? &lt;br /&gt;hell, if i could only pay that much, i'd move out of my parents' house..&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand it here&lt;br /&gt;(yet i stay to make my mother happy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's gonna get kicked out.  her land lord has already told her that.  in fact, they want to see a pay stub to prove that she is working&lt;br /&gt;but she can't produce one&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE SHE ISN'T!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; I'm dying again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurring and stirring - the truth and the lies.&lt;br /&gt;(So I don't know what's real) So I don't know what's real and what's not (and what's not)&lt;br /&gt;Always confusing the thoughts in my head&lt;br /&gt;So I can't trust myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to kick her in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;just a big ol' kick&lt;br /&gt;maybe that will motivate her&lt;br /&gt;FAT&lt;br /&gt;LAZY&lt;br /&gt;ASSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(doubt it thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go on and scream&lt;br /&gt;Scream at me I'm so far away (so far away)&lt;br /&gt;I won't be broken again (again)&lt;br /&gt;I've got to breathe - I can't keep going under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going under (going under)&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in you (drowning in you)&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling forever (falling forever)&lt;br /&gt;I've got to break through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going under (going under)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going under (drowning in you)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going under&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Dark Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/dark-chocolate.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You live your life with intensity, always going full force.&lt;br /&gt;You push yourself (and others) to the limit... you want more than you can handle.&lt;br /&gt;An extreme person, you challenge and inspire the world!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w158/emo_penguin_89/anime.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>*out of the ordinary*</title>
    <published>2008-01-30T12:28:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-30T14:07:14Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Clocks - Coldplay</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Lights go out and I can’t be saved&lt;br /&gt;Tides that I tried to swim against&lt;br /&gt;Brought me down upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Oh I beg, I beg and plead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin’, come out if things aren’t said&lt;br /&gt;Shoot an apple off my head&lt;br /&gt;And a, trouble that can’t be named&lt;br /&gt;Tigers waitin’ to be tamed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;first entries always suck, but in the end i pull out of it.  &lt;br /&gt;you may know me from melodramatic&lt;br /&gt;you may know me from livejournal&lt;br /&gt;and hell!&lt;br /&gt;we may have gone to school together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, i'm just not going to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is where my thoughts form&lt;br /&gt;here is where i ramble&lt;br /&gt;here is where you can REALLY appreciate my writing style and ME for the matter, for who and what i truely am... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confusion never stops&lt;br /&gt;Closing walls and ticking clocks&lt;br /&gt;Gonna, come back and take you home&lt;br /&gt;I could not stop that you now know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin’, come out upon my seas&lt;br /&gt;Curse missed opportunities&lt;br /&gt;Am I, a part of the cure&lt;br /&gt;Or am I part of the disease &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i like to listen to music&lt;br /&gt;i like to take dumb surveys&lt;br /&gt;i like to post polls and quizzes&lt;br /&gt;and i like to add random anime photos that probably don't belong!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh nothing else compares&lt;br /&gt;Oh nothing else compares&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else compares &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i hate writing poetry&lt;br /&gt;i hate listening to people vent (even though i do it myself)&lt;br /&gt;i hate singing in the shower&lt;br /&gt;and i hate wanting to be noticed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Home, home, where I wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;Home, home, where I wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;Home, home, where I wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;Home, home, where I wanted to go &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aweeee... but that is me, no?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Act Like You Are 29 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatagequiz/20s.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel like an adult, and you're optimistic about life.&lt;br /&gt;You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still figuring out your place in the world and how you want your life to shape up.&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of possibilities, and you can't wait to explore many of them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee224/Nillari/FLYFF/FLYFF1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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