<?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-8294697284837473460</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:31:13.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfection is beauty</title><subtitle type='html'>... and all i need is a little stability; inspiration as guidance. i am not perfect.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-4157128472265971319</id><published>2009-02-22T04:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T04:42:32.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i don't use this much anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-4157128472265971319?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/4157128472265971319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=4157128472265971319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4157128472265971319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4157128472265971319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2009/02/tumblr.html' title='tumblr'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-6659194219812653032</id><published>2009-01-16T23:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:59:32.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm the sickest I've been in a while. Mono. Fucking mono. Seriously? My tonsils are about the size of golf balls. My throat hurts so much, I can't swallow. It feels like there is something about the size of a baseball lodged in my throat. My body aches all over. This explains the fevers/rash/migraines that I've been getting lately. Here I thought I had strep throat. Nope, definitely worse. Needless to say, I'm fucking MISERABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-6659194219812653032?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/6659194219812653032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=6659194219812653032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/6659194219812653032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/6659194219812653032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-2328646620736790405</id><published>2009-01-05T23:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:56:27.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>great.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;poughkeepsie was fun.&lt;br /&gt;and i've come to like it there.&lt;br /&gt;it was really good seeing friends.&lt;br /&gt;(especially a certain one.. )&lt;br /&gt;and of course, meeting new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still kicking myself in the ass, though.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i would have said something. damn.&lt;br /&gt;now i know. but it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-2328646620736790405?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/2328646620736790405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=2328646620736790405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/2328646620736790405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/2328646620736790405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2009/01/great.html' title='great.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-7926028350409036561</id><published>2009-01-03T22:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:57:07.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nervousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;settling, always settling in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tomorrow, courntey and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;will be treking it out to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ugly poughkeepsie. oy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;regardless, the rest of my mini vacation shall be glorious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-7926028350409036561?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/7926028350409036561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=7926028350409036561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/7926028350409036561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/7926028350409036561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2009/01/nervousness.html' title='nervousness'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-4378835583341876481</id><published>2008-12-24T21:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:46:00.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"and since we're being honest.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm into you. you are taking up every inch of my mind lately and i don't know how to deal with it. i haven't felt like this in a long time... it's a ridiculous feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the nervousness feeling settle in again. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, baby, crazy, crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-4378835583341876481?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/4378835583341876481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=4378835583341876481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4378835583341876481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4378835583341876481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-since-were-being-honest.html' title='&quot;and since we&apos;re being honest..&quot;'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-2248424780337009875</id><published>2008-12-23T15:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:30:15.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feist your fucking eyes on this asshole!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now i'm giving you something worthwhile to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really starting to hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; you're annoying as fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; you're arrogant. you're mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; you only are concerned about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; you think that you are SO great and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; so much fucking better than everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; you think you are ALWAYS right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; really, who are you kidding? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you're not. you're JUST like everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; you find out that i like someone else, that ISN'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; you (for the record, I wasn't really ever interested... nor will i EVER be interested.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; oh shit, i bet your temper is boiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; now you're nothing but mean to me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; oh that's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you were only nice when you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; were trying to get with me (which was never going to happen!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; get over yourself and your fucking ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; you're a piece of fucking shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's that for a fucking poem?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FUCK YOU and go kill yourself! kthanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-2248424780337009875?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/2248424780337009875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=2248424780337009875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/2248424780337009875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/2248424780337009875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/12/feist-your-fucking-eyes-on-this-asshole.html' title='feist your fucking eyes on this asshole!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-8590553341404413365</id><published>2008-12-23T15:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:31:44.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today is a sad day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm all out of my can't stop won't stop chapstick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-8590553341404413365?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/8590553341404413365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=8590553341404413365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/8590553341404413365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/8590553341404413365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-is-sad-day.html' title='today is a sad day.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-1877871865840096682</id><published>2008-12-22T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:46:37.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;this weekend was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; although it was a treacherous drive;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; (a drive that was supposed to take 5 hours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; took a long, nasty 9 hours to get to poughkeepsie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; it was fucking worth it and i loved every second of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the show on friday got canceled, due to the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; that poughkeepsie was in a state of emergency. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh well... picked up my boys in DSI and it turned out that we had a room reserved at the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; hotel as all the bands. so we partied all night. played a game called landmines that branden taught me and my girls... some people joined in. it was fun. (too much) went down the hall to play beer pong in JS' room. warned jack he was in for a rude awakening because he's a sore loser and i'm a sick pong player. was kicking his and his partner's ass and then we were head to head and everytime they threw the ball i would just catch them... jack couldn't handle it and declared me winner. LOL... we faught it out later on.. but it didn't last long (really, it just ended with me giving him the puppy dog face and him not being able to not laugh at me, so i won). hung out with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;nearly all night... we had fun. we have fun with each other. nothing serious. just enjoying each other's company. good cuddler, though. i have no idea why i felt as nervous as i did beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i felt like death, i was a trooper and still made it out to the show on saturday. i was more nervous walking into it than i was the night before. i literally could have thrown up all over the place. but i kept my composure. the show itself was a kick ass show... loved all the bands that were playing... it just made it for a good fucking night. it was really good seeing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him.&lt;/span&gt; i never know what to expect or what to think when we're around each other. there was this 17yr old chick who wanted on him and he was like "excuse me, i would so go to jail. oh my god!" and the bitch got pissed off about it. i'm like "oh, ps! I got dibs anyways!" haha, sometimes i have balls... and he loved it. i'm glad that at the end of the night it was only him and i because it was probably one of the best time's i've had with him since this whole thing started. we got to know a little more about each other... we finally had an opportunity just to be real and genuine with each other. OH and! my outfit was KICK ASS... (he approved) hahaha... needless to say, i can't help but like this boy A LOT and i'm more open with him than i have been with any guy in a really long time. it almost scares me. but i'm figuring it out on my own. if it backfires, it backfires... i'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he taught me something this weekend... and for the most part, i've always known this, but never applied it to myself because i always felt over ruled... like nothing ever mattered and i was never, nor would i ever be good enough. but he put things into perspective for me. when he said it, it just made more sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're numero uno. You live for yourself. If you don't live for yourself, there is no point in anything. You live life for the moment, not the past; but for right now. You live for the present and you live for the future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was more to this discussion, obviously. but it was personal and it meant a lot to me... he makes me giddy. i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-1877871865840096682?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/1877871865840096682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=1877871865840096682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/1877871865840096682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/1877871865840096682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-weekend-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-8457627213533636883</id><published>2008-12-18T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:41:40.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yippee-i-yo-ka-yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in less than twelve hours...&lt;br /&gt;an amazing (hopefully) weekend lies ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-8457627213533636883?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/8457627213533636883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=8457627213533636883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/8457627213533636883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/8457627213533636883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/12/yippee-i-yo-ka-yay.html' title='yippee-i-yo-ka-yay!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-3915102183374670624</id><published>2008-12-16T01:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:15:33.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i can't wait for this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i can't wait to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i can't wait to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; saturday.&lt;br /&gt;.... to say the least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is going to be WEIRD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-3915102183374670624?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/3915102183374670624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=3915102183374670624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/3915102183374670624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/3915102183374670624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/12/ugh.html' title='ugh.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-723169438021085610</id><published>2008-12-14T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:06:46.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>awkward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i love awkward situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;this weekend is going to be glorious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;for the most part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm so excited and unbelievably anxious.&lt;br /&gt;but TERRIBLY nervous at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i love it when random people follow you on twitter.&lt;br /&gt;then you call them out and they're like&lt;br /&gt;"oh hey, maybe we can talk in person again&lt;br /&gt;one of these days, because the internet gets old.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how bout this weekend?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life has become so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-723169438021085610?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/723169438021085610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=723169438021085610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/723169438021085610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/723169438021085610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/12/awkward.html' title='awkward.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-4735747291665176075</id><published>2008-12-11T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:00:15.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've been posting stupid surveys a lot lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My apologies. I know they are annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really have found myself filling them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;just to kill time... to make me not think of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;things that are really going on in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;These last couple of months have been nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but the best. I really have no REAL complaints. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just lots of thoughts are drenching my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm thankful for all my new friends that I've made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A lot of them are the most genuine people that I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;met in an awfully long time. Being in their presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;was refreshing and I'm super glad to have met them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's all about time and place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Time and distance is the most horrible concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate it. There are so many people and faces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that I miss, that I'm starting to get incredibly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;impatient. It's ridiculous. I used to be the queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;of patience and here I am... freaking out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and I most certainly, miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have to slow down, rewind and take a breather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've just been running at such a fast pace.. I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;going to burn myself out sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is it so wrong to say though, that despite my last few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;statements, I actually like that I've been stepping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;outside of my element lately? Is it so hard to believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Really. I'm just starting to really enjoy life and to take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;as it comes. Though some things are quite surprising,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(believe me, I'm surprising myself more so than yourself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but I like it that I'm not keeping myself so well reserved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;anymore. At least now I can say that I truly do, have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a backbone and that I know I'm growing into my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;person.... I'm still taking life day by day.. head up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have hope. I'm dealing with patience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I get by with a little help from my friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-4735747291665176075?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/4735747291665176075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=4735747291665176075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4735747291665176075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4735747291665176075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-world.html' title='Hello world.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-3840603420291442150</id><published>2008-12-10T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:44:27.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Do you sleep&lt;wbr&gt; with one leg out from under&lt;wbr&gt; the cover&lt;wbr&gt;s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes... it's not like I can really control what I'm doing in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times&lt;wbr&gt; have you eaten&lt;wbr&gt; sushi&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh wow, I don't even know. Sushi is one of my favorites!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want right&lt;wbr&gt; now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 19th, 20th and 21st to get here ASAP. &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any Jorda&lt;wbr&gt;n's or Matt'&lt;wbr&gt;s in your cell phone&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a Jordan in my phone... not anymore. Not sure what happened to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have 5 different Matt's in my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think&lt;wbr&gt; of the last time you staye&lt;wbr&gt;d at someo&lt;wbr&gt;nes house&lt;wbr&gt;, where&lt;wbr&gt; is that?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmmm. the last house I was at was Branden from Drive Side Impact stayed there til around 5am.. but physically slept over night? I want to say Leah's, but if it wasn't Leah's it was Abbey's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you start&lt;wbr&gt;ing to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze anyth&lt;wbr&gt;ing?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, yes. A few things right now... I'm learning to deal with patience. I used to be SO good with dealing with things.. but my anxiety is getting the best of me lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What side of a heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span&gt; do you draw first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose&lt;wbr&gt; car were you in last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have empty&lt;wbr&gt; alcoh&lt;wbr&gt;ol bottl&lt;wbr&gt;es hidde&lt;wbr&gt;n anywh&lt;wbr&gt;ere?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not hidden. I do have a bottle of jack in my trunk. HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;wbr&gt;'s your mom and dad?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last perso&lt;wbr&gt;n you saw other&lt;wbr&gt; than your famil&lt;wbr&gt;y?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently staring at Courtney. She's spending the night and is crashing on my floor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you think&lt;wbr&gt; about&lt;wbr&gt; when you first&lt;wbr&gt; woke up?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah fuck, I gotta work. Ah fuckkkkkk, I gotta get to work early because Courtney has to be there at 6am."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going&lt;wbr&gt; to do after&lt;wbr&gt; this?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitting the sheets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a jealo&lt;wbr&gt;us perso&lt;wbr&gt;n?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I hold my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had one day to live,&lt;wbr&gt; would&lt;wbr&gt; you stay home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could&lt;wbr&gt; do somet&lt;wbr&gt;hing diffe&lt;wbr&gt;rentl&lt;wbr&gt;y, would&lt;wbr&gt; you go back?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s irrit&lt;wbr&gt;ating&lt;wbr&gt; you right&lt;wbr&gt; now?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of patience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done anyth&lt;wbr&gt;ing embar&lt;wbr&gt;rassi&lt;wbr&gt;ng latel&lt;wbr&gt;y?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was this one time in California... everybody involved knows where this is going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there&lt;wbr&gt; a high chanc&lt;wbr&gt;e of you going&lt;wbr&gt; out to the movie&lt;wbr&gt;s soon?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I haven't seen Role Models yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last text messa&lt;wbr&gt;ge from?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna - my manager. Making plans to go out. :0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Frida&lt;wbr&gt;y at noon,&lt;wbr&gt; where&lt;wbr&gt; are you?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working, most likely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your curre&lt;wbr&gt;nt hair color&lt;wbr&gt; your natur&lt;wbr&gt;al hair color?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's black, my actual natural color is extremely dark brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso&lt;wbr&gt;n to call you?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendyl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this year the best year of your life?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDS DOWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;wbr&gt; is your mobil&lt;wbr&gt;e?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, mobile? Who really calls it that anymore? my CELL PHONE is in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would&lt;wbr&gt; you rathe&lt;wbr&gt;r your partn&lt;wbr&gt;er have gorge&lt;wbr&gt;ous eyes or a gorge&lt;wbr&gt;ous smile&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. I would prefer to have both, I'm a huge eye person.. but I think I'd have to say gorgeous smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kisse&lt;wbr&gt;d anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e with a name that start&lt;wbr&gt;s with S or A?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S, no. A, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did it mean to you?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the boys whose name started with an A, I had my first real kiss with. I was head over heals about him for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Where&lt;wbr&gt;'s the perso&lt;wbr&gt;n you miss most?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in Los Angeles. I see her face in a little over a week!! :0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looki&lt;wbr&gt;ng back,&lt;wbr&gt; did you ever waste&lt;wbr&gt; too much time on a certa&lt;wbr&gt;in boy or girl?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STORY OF MY LIFE. I wasted 8 fucking years of my life with AN ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;but I guess I wouldn't have found out that we just weren't meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e who'&lt;wbr&gt;s addic&lt;wbr&gt;ted to any drugs?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I know a couple people. But I'm no longer associated with them so I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could&lt;wbr&gt; you ever be frien&lt;wbr&gt;ds again&lt;wbr&gt; with someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne that broke&lt;wbr&gt; your heart&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not friends with the guy that broke my heart. So, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne that doesn&lt;wbr&gt;'t know you love them?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love with anybody... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your eyes the same colou&lt;wbr&gt;r as your mum'&lt;wbr&gt;s or dad'&lt;wbr&gt;s?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have brown eyes, they both have brown eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there&lt;wbr&gt; a diffe&lt;wbr&gt;rence&lt;wbr&gt; betwe&lt;wbr&gt;en love and in love?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Absolutely. You can&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;LOVE something, but be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IN LOVE&lt;/span&gt; with someone. If you can understand the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I hate anyone, but I despise someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give out secon&lt;wbr&gt;d chanc&lt;wbr&gt;es?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have... sometimes I still do, but I have a better sense of who I am and don't tolerate the bullshit anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hated&lt;wbr&gt; someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne, but ended&lt;wbr&gt; up being&lt;wbr&gt; frien&lt;wbr&gt;ds with them?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think&lt;wbr&gt; about&lt;wbr&gt; your numbe&lt;wbr&gt;r three&lt;wbr&gt; on your top frien&lt;wbr&gt;ds?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney is my bestest friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think&lt;wbr&gt; your numbe&lt;wbr&gt;r 1 is doing&lt;wbr&gt; right&lt;wbr&gt; now?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably just got home from work not too long ago. Courtney and I stopped up to visit Nicole tonight. :0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e of the oppos&lt;wbr&gt;ite sex do you fully&lt;wbr&gt; trust&lt;wbr&gt; ?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust my dad. I trust Ken. I trust Mark... so three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think&lt;wbr&gt; age matte&lt;wbr&gt;rs in relat&lt;wbr&gt;ionsh&lt;wbr&gt;ips?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, but it really all depends on the person and how they maintain themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you recal&lt;wbr&gt;l the last time you since&lt;wbr&gt;rely liked&lt;wbr&gt; someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne a lot?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently "sincerely like" two different guys right now. They both make me giddy. Sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever writt&lt;wbr&gt;en anyth&lt;wbr&gt;ing on a bathr&lt;wbr&gt;oom wall or door?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, yeah... probably when I was like, 15? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be in a relat&lt;wbr&gt;ionsh&lt;wbr&gt;ip in 4 month&lt;wbr&gt;s?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic, but not counting on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have good eye sight&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for the most part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you blame&lt;wbr&gt; for your mood today&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in the same mood for about 3 days now. I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first&lt;wbr&gt; thing&lt;wbr&gt; you did this morni&lt;wbr&gt;ng?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got ready for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you vent your anger&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music. Bitch out loud. Vent to a friend. Go for a drive. Go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any sibli&lt;wbr&gt;ngs?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 older brothers, 1 younger sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think&lt;wbr&gt; you’l&lt;wbr&gt;l be marri&lt;wbr&gt;ed in 10 years&lt;wbr&gt; ?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, it's a possibility. But, I wouldn't care if I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e with the same name as you?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-3840603420291442150?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/3840603420291442150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=3840603420291442150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/3840603420291442150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/3840603420291442150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeah.html' title='Yeah.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-1153491110843846679</id><published>2008-11-10T23:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:56:24.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You think that I can't see..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever thoug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ht about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ getti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ng your lip pierc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ed?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe I will be getting my monroe pierced soon. I'm still debating though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you interested in anyone at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most definitely so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you do​ this weeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​nd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went out with Nicole, where we got hit on by every man in Buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely creeper night, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went to see Pierce The Veil and Breathe Carolina&lt;3 with Alex!&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun. I also took him to his first Mighty Taco experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you in a good mood right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be in a good mood. It's just hard for me right now. I've been up and down all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's bothering you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a mixture of things. The fact that one of my best friends is severely disappointed with me&lt;br /&gt;and there isn't really anything I can do to change that, but wait for her to work it out.&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is this boy who I'm trying so hard not to get caught up in but I cannot help it.&lt;br /&gt;It's a bizarre situation that I'm still trying to understand. Oy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ you and your ex boyfriend/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ talke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​d about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broke up in February. The last time I talked to him was in March, because he wanted me to take him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last femal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​e you slept in the same room with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;Abberz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you need to say anything to someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said all I could say to one person... and it's not the time to say anything to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time someo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ne yelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​d at you, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got yelled at on Friday by my mother because I didn't have all my car payment money.&lt;br /&gt;This Friday I'll probably get yelled at because I don't have enough money for my car insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you get along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ with your mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for the most part. My mother is one of my best friends. We have our moments,&lt;br /&gt;just like the next mother and daughter duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​s somet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​hing you'​d like to have right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to talk to this boy, but I'm refraining because I do not chase.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to feel needy. I don't want him to get the wrong idea.&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to cuddle with him, because he's a wonderful cuddler.&lt;br /&gt;... and he smells nice. ;0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you more hot or cold at the momen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​t?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigod am I fucking cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How'​s your hair today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually having a good hair day. It's half back and looks cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you fall for peopl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​e easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does the last perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​n you held hands with, mean anything to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray hollister open button shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you talke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​d to your number 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(myspace) I talked to Nicole earlier today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ you'​ll be in a relationship 3 months from now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; be in one, however, probably not. but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​e that smokes pot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will you do after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ this survey?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; people easily?&lt;/span&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;Not usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever made out again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​st a car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who did you last talk to for longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​r than 10 minutes on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever kissed a blonde haired, blue eyes person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you count the time Cody dyed his hair blonde. If not, then nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you get distracted easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. Today, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at your plann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;er. Do you have any plans for December 31st?&lt;/span&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;I hope whatever I am doing, I have a better time than I did last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last baby you held?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;I was driving the shuttle at the hotel. This woman had bought a bunch of things at Walmart&lt;br /&gt;and couldn't manage to carry all her bags plus her almost 2 year old son, Cameron. I asked if she&lt;br /&gt;needed any help and she told me to grab her son, because now apparently my job duties entail child services.&lt;br /&gt;Though he gets into EVERYTHING at the hotel, he is such a looker. He even stopped crying when I picked him up. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your thoug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​hts on long distance relationships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that if both people in the relationship have trust within one another, it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many kids do you want to have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;I used to want 4. I don't think I want anymore than 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a best frien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​d?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever not been able to get someone off of your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely going through that at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you date anyone last summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer, Cody. This past summer, was my first summer in like 4 years where I was single.&lt;br /&gt;(and thank god for that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ a guy/​girl that knows everything (or mostly everything) about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken knows a lot about me. All my girl friends know just about everything about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you belie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ve what goes around comes around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely and it's never once failed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it okay if you kiss people while you're single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.. and if not, then someone better slap me across my hands with a ruler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is wrong with you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in my own bubble. I'm slightly tired and have a headache. I'm anxious and I'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ you'​ll be married in 10 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you crack your knuckles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not nearly as much as I used too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ you go in public looking like you do right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went everywhere today looking the way I do right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing that happened that made you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney, Lindsey and I watching the 1998 TRL Finale countdown earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ you kiss someone to make your bf/gf mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not a tramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you handle the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I most certainly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are your nails painted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty hot pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you belie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ve exes can reall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​y ever be "​just friends"​?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe if you really tried, it could happen.. I'm not the greatest of friends with my exes,&lt;br /&gt;but I still talk to all of them except for 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ you can last in a relationsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​ip for 6 months?&lt;/span&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;I've last in a relationship for about 8 years. 6 months aint shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you too shy to tell peopl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​e when you're developing feelings for them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, in this case I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you enemi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​es with a former friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever done somet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​hing outrageously dumb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably that time in Montreal I turned down a one-way street. Yeah, I think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you yelled at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly couldn't tell you. Probably my dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​n you cried infront of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss... although not much.. I walked away to contain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​n you told you loved them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;My sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;Courtney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you felt guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;​y about something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you datin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g the very last person you kissed on the lips?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you keepi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ng a big secret right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you had a baby with the last person you textd:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That baby would be one gorgeous looking baby. Hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you still talk to the person you fell hardest for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you prefe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r to take showers in the morning or at night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, sometimes I do take 2 showers a day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you hate the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you alway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s answer your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If your ex said they hate you, you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does hate me and I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you do if your best friend told you that they were moving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley already did. She lives in South Carolina. Abbey already did, she lives in Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole moved to Los Angeles a couple years ago but soon later came home. So, I've dealt with it&lt;br /&gt;and currently am dealing with it the only way I know how. Visits, phone conversations and AIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever fallen asleep in someone's arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I find it calming. It's a nice feeling. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you any good at math?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I'm not horrible at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did your day go yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had the shittiest day that I've ever had at work since I've been working at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was your last misse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d call from a boy or girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl. - Courtney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name something you're doing tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Courtney to work and then the doctors. Then going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; on your stomach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, mostly every night. The last 2 nights I've fallen asleep on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person that made you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah. I feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are your favorite colors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink, Black and Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ing you want to ask someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person that gave their number to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who makes me giddy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you cleaned your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I came home from California.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many letters are in your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you excit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;I'm excited for November 23rd and 24th. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you drink bottled water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Yes. It's one of my fav. things to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you lost friends in the past year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not speak to a couple as much as I used to (or like) but I haven't completely lost anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you have made a difference in anyone's life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I have made a difference in anyone's life, but I hope that I impacted someone in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my desk, in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something you do a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work. Talk/spend time with my friends. Travel. Go to shows. Listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you go to school currently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I wish I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are you expecting a call from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will your next kiss take place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 23rd. :0)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;Courtney. I called her cuz I set my alarm to take her to work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I set it for 5:30pm when it was supposed to be for 5:30am... sometimes I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you do Saturday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a show w/ Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When is the next time you'll hug someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you afrai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d of roller coasters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck no, bring on the thrill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e ever crawled through your window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I do all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you hate the last girl you had a conversation with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Abbey is my lifeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you told anybo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dy you loved them today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e on your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n to text?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n to sleep in bed with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to annoy you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like carrot cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I most certainly do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you will go out with him/her anytime soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in date? Nope. As in out for food/to a bar? Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-1153491110843846679?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/1153491110843846679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=1153491110843846679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/1153491110843846679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/1153491110843846679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-think-that-i-cant-see.html' title='You think that I can&apos;t see..'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-6802836686719616249</id><published>2008-11-09T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:45:08.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter for my friends.. (taken from my myspace)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;would just like to acknowledge the fact that I'm sorry for my behavior as of late. It's been brought to my attention that I haven't been myself. I've felt it to an extent, but I'm not sure what is happening. I know now that I have to slow down and take a look at the bigger picture and let reality soak in. I vouched a long time ago that I would never become the person to disregard people's feelings around me and that I would always try to do things to better myself. I believe I have fallen victim of doing just that, however, quite (horribly) unintenionally. I have some dues to pay, I realize that much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel terrible. I don't ever want to be the bad guy. I'm human and I make mistakes. I will continue to work towards being a better daughter, a better sister, a better worker, a BETTER FRIEND and most importantly, just a better person overall. I don't want to be the awful me. I should know better. I've had so many people walk all over me, treat me badly and walk out of my life. It's not in my blood. I was raised better than that. I always told myself I would never, ever be like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I know from time to time everybody is guilty with being wrapped in their own head, because I've seen it. I suppose I've been too wrapped up in my own and I haven't taken much else of the real world into consideration-- and I AM beating myself up over it. What the fuck is my deal? That's it, I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I usually put everyone else's feelings before my own. I'm usually the one everybody can count on, everybody's escape goat and the one you can confide in. I'm the one who will drop everything and be at a troubled one's side in a matter of seconds. I love to help people. I love to listen. I'm stronger than most and people come to me and count on me to be there when shit in their life isn't going so good. I don't want people to think they can no longer do that. But please understand, I too need time to focus on myself for a little while. I too, need someone to fall back on when I get weak. I am not superwoman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;All of this, I this, I that... I, I, I. I'm so sorry for anyone who has thought it's all about me lately. I'm an asshole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;There is aboslutely no reason we should be at each other's throats, ever. There is no reason for us to not be able to talk openly to one another. Sometimes we just need an extra push. But in the end, everything usually works itself out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;To my friends, you all really mean the world to me. You have all been there for me during the most difficult times of my life. I'm truly, sincerely sorry if you think I've been taking you all for granted. I know that I wouldn't have gotten to where I am today without all of your advice, your guidance, your heart and your genorosity. I feel awful that I seemed to have taken advantage of the idea you will always be there. I'm sorry for any shitty thing that I've ever done to any one of you. If you think that I'm being an asshole, please tell me. I never mean to hurt any of your feelings and though along the way, some of you have done things to me to hurt me, I know that there is no excuse for ignorance. I am forever indebted to all of you. Thank you for everything, honestly - because I probably haven't told you that enough or even lately. Thank you for making me aware of what some people have been seeing from me, that I have not. Once again, I owe you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Love your friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Kristie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-6802836686719616249?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/6802836686719616249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=6802836686719616249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/6802836686719616249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/6802836686719616249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/11/open-letter-for-my-friends-taken-from.html' title='An open letter for my friends.. (taken from my myspace)'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-8167281957493231400</id><published>2008-11-07T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:43:16.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and the Survey Says!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kiss anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​e latel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​y?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I sure did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Whats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ your curre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​nt mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​​​&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Exhausted, but in a good mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When was the last time you cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;At LAX... I absolutely did not want to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Are you datin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​g anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​e right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Are you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes, for the most part. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ever had your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;n?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What was the first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ you did when you woke up this morni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ng?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Got ready for work!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who was last in the car with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ashley!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you like to read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​​​&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Are any of your frien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ds talle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​r than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A good majority of them are.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you miss anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​e?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Like you have no fucking idea!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you get emoti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​onal easil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​y?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Meh, I have my days.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can you sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ witho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ut blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ets cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ing you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the summer, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ talk to your most recen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​t ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;HA!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ever lost someo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ne impor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​tant to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes... never a fun situation. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Marke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​rs or crayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ns or color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ed penci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ls?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Crayola!!! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Are looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ impor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​tant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​​​&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I believe that looks aren't everything, but it surely is a nice perk! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Will you be in a relat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ionsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ip in 1 month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That would be awesome... but I'm pushing any issues.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you hate when peopl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​e smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ aroun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​d you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kind of. I can be a real brat about it, but I won't crucify anybody for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who was the last perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​n to call YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Courtney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Does the last perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​n you held hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ with mean anyth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ing to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Slowly starting too.. and I'm not afraid to admit that I'm terrified.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; are you right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;In my bedroom, blasting SAOSIN! (yes, at 1:30am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Have you ever felt repla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ced?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;A couple times, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ with the close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​t doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ open or close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​d?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​e in posse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ssion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ of your cloth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ing right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, Abbey borrowed my socks for dance class. I never got those back. LMFAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is your best frien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​d a girl or guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Best girlfriends: 3&lt;br /&gt;Best guyfriends: 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who was the last perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​n to smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ a cigar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ette in your prese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​nce?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ashley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What are you excit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ed about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;If I told you, I'd have to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ you be able to tell someo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ne you love them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​​​ even if you didn'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​​​t feel it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Honestly, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you wear your seatb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​elt in the car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;ALWAYS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What were you doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ at midni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ght last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was talking to an extremely cute boy. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you want to get marri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ed &amp;amp; have child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ren some day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes, some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ you date some one 20 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;never&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ you ever date some one 20 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​er then you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fuck that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Are you waiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ng for somet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​hing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​​​&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Desperately.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Will you talk to someo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ne on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ tonig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ht?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, if you count texting... I'm currently talking to him. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​e who doesn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​'​​​t like you becau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​se of somet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​hing you didn'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​​​t do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Probably. who gives a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Have you hugge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​d anyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​e in the last 72 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who was the last perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​n to walk out of your life and hurt you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Even though I was the one who walked out, Cody.. because I felt like he walked out of my life before I had even ended things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Have you ever been searc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​hed by the cops?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​​​&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not that I can recall. That would make for a hilarious story though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ your eyes on rolle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​r coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ers?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hell nawww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​​​s the last time you'​​​ve been sledd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ing?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was either the time I was with my aunt and I hit a serious bump in the hill and flew about 25 feet in the air and landed upside down with the sled on my head.... or the time I was with my (other) aunt and we went down the hill together and we hit a bump and flew off the sled and she smacked her face into mine and made my mouth bleed. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ you rathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​r sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ with someo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ne else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​​​ or alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lately, with someone else.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you belie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ve in ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​s?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you consi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​der yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​elf creat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ive?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Have you ever been Ice Skati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ng?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh my god, not in so long. Someone please go with me. One of the only things I actually enjoy about winter is ice skating. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ do you remem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ber your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​s?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;A good amount of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When was the last time you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ed so hard you cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pretty much every day that I was with Abbey last week.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you belie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ve in love at first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;At one time I did... but I believe now it's lust at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What do you wear to bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;t-shirt or tank top and shorts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you sing in the showe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​r?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes, lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Have you ever been punch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ed in the face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;The bitch tried. she missed. I didn't. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How is your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ latel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​y?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Funny question, not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is your dad over the age of 40?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you have sibli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ngs over the age of 21?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes, 2. Randy - 25 Bryan - 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ talk to the perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​n you fell harde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​st for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fuck no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Are you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​ with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​​​&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;At this moment, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Will you kiss the perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​n you last kisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​d again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;​?​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know so. Only a few more weeks. :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-8167281957493231400?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/8167281957493231400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=8167281957493231400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/8167281957493231400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/8167281957493231400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-survey-says.html' title='and the Survey Says!!!!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-1310126630738993452</id><published>2008-11-07T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:21:08.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneasy thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First, I'm going to re-type my original entry&lt;br /&gt;before firefox decided to dismantle it.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'm going to post a.. survey? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but replay this past weekends events in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Over and over, and over again.&lt;br /&gt;For once, I am stunned.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that side of me even existed.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that I had it in me?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell happened?&lt;br /&gt;Why you?&lt;br /&gt;Why me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part of it all,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not supposed to like a guy like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys.&lt;br /&gt;Not one... but two? what the fuck. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps, those of my friends who will actually read this, will not understand this entry.&lt;br /&gt;and I will not discuss the details. so let your minds wander. thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-1310126630738993452?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/1310126630738993452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=1310126630738993452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/1310126630738993452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/1310126630738993452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/11/uneasy-thoughts.html' title='Uneasy thoughts..'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-8900805071904433035</id><published>2008-11-02T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:13:45.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>California L-O-V-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I love it here. I don't ever want to leave this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;These last few days have been nothing but the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ATL/MP day 3 (round 4) this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One last hoorah until Cleveland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;let's do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-8900805071904433035?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/8900805071904433035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=8900805071904433035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/8900805071904433035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/8900805071904433035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/11/california-l-o-v-e.html' title='California L-O-V-E'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-7361624363279296091</id><published>2008-10-29T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:00:59.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Try to avoid disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tonight was Underoath ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was phenomenal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after about six years,&lt;br /&gt;and quite possibly 27 shows later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they are still my favorite live band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hands down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what made tonight even more great.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on the way there, while just shootin the shit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i unexpectedly found out that (he) would also be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was so excited i missed my exit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm still smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ugh, i'm 10 years old again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-7361624363279296091?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/7361624363279296091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=7361624363279296091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/7361624363279296091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/7361624363279296091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/10/try-to-avoid-disaster.html' title='Try to avoid disaster'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-4148665880988791011</id><published>2008-10-28T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:16:25.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>busybody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;packing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that's what i'm doing and it really shouldn't be this hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i promised myself i wouldn't over pack and here i am.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;over-packing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'll repack tomorrow anyways, so why keep at it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as if packing isn't stressing me out enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;while doing so, it leaves an open field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for my mind to wander.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i can't help but feel the way i do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he doesn't have the slightest clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we'll see what happens.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but at least i'm realizing one thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that it's okay for me to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at least for this moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-4148665880988791011?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/4148665880988791011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=4148665880988791011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4148665880988791011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4148665880988791011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/10/busybody.html' title='busybody.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-6576550418642138241</id><published>2008-10-27T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:29:42.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I was always loud enough..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you know, crushes can be cute sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but i'm not sure what to think of this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i feel like i'm in first grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i haven't known him long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;which is silly, because after talking so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it's weird that we haven't met sooner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but all i know is, i love being around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;he puts the biggest fucking smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;please help me, i can't help but get giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no awkward silences... that's a first (okay, maybe a second?) for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i feel like i've known him for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel a good friendship is in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm optimistic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-6576550418642138241?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/6576550418642138241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=6576550418642138241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/6576550418642138241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/6576550418642138241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-always-loud-enough.html' title='I was always loud enough..'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-719031252345731884</id><published>2008-10-24T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:08:24.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And I'm still waiting for a sign- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Or just a win-win situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Can I hear it one more time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Without the sound of devastation setting in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-719031252345731884?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/719031252345731884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=719031252345731884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/719031252345731884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/719031252345731884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-waiting.html' title='I hate waiting.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-5667588901925317761</id><published>2008-10-12T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:54:10.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if looks could really kill..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i keep typing up this long entry... and deleting it all.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so confused lately. but... the real main reason of this entry was just to simply say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS WEEKEND WAS FUCKING GLORIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, that was simple enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-5667588901925317761?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/5667588901925317761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=5667588901925317761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/5667588901925317761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/5667588901925317761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-looks-could-really-kill.html' title='if looks could really kill..'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-5607118227404232817</id><published>2008-10-10T05:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:41:54.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's say, hypothetically, I've been friends with this boy for a while... years perhaps, haven't seen much of him because of his circumstances... haven't talked to him as much as I'd like because of those circumstances and because I'm shy, but the friendship has always been there. Let's say I've liked him since I met him.... but then your friend meets him (YEARS) later... and decides to start talking to him and likes him too? How fucking RETARDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All hypothetically speaking of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-5607118227404232817?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/5607118227404232817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=5607118227404232817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/5607118227404232817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/5607118227404232817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuck.html' title='FUCK.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-4942881411689905093</id><published>2008-10-05T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:23:55.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, you said you wanted war..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is really hard for me to admit, but I'm going to say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everybody and their fucking mothers are right about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't have the ability to read well into guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I never have. It's just not as easy for me as it is for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have a really hard time opening up. I have trust issues.&lt;br /&gt;but for good reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have horrible anxiety and am easily overwhelmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have my own insecurities... and sometimes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all I need is that little extra push.. and a little leverage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This isn't only about guys. That's not what this is entirely about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I always say that I don't want to depend on others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but let's face the facts, sometimes I need too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I only have a few that I can absolutely depend on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but right now, every single one of them has their own shit to deal with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and I have no one to go to that can even begin to try and help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel trapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Legs buckle, knees hit the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and there I am, watching my world spin in circles;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;completely unaware of what's happening around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-4942881411689905093?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/4942881411689905093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=4942881411689905093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4942881411689905093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4942881411689905093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-you-said-you-wanted-war.html' title='Well, you said you wanted war..'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-2374685134344646320</id><published>2008-09-23T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:06:31.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Le sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I booked my flight to Los Angeles today. :)&lt;br /&gt;Even though it isn't permanent - yet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just visiting Abbey and getting a feel for it first.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited! Best birthday present ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could read minds.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I'm so temperamental about everything.&lt;br /&gt;I think my mom can see it, too.&lt;br /&gt;She's been telling me to 'calm down' lately.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so blah and all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; ex girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want to hear about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; fiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmfph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-2374685134344646320?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/2374685134344646320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=2374685134344646320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/2374685134344646320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/2374685134344646320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/09/le-sigh.html' title='Le sigh.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-4031121110134113720</id><published>2008-09-21T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:36:29.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I like to lie to myself. -- Well, not lie, but pretend like things are okay when they're not.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-4031121110134113720?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/4031121110134113720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=4031121110134113720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4031121110134113720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4031121110134113720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-4353634930028568476</id><published>2008-09-12T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:45:13.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I do this:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Last thing&lt;wbr&gt; you and your ex boyfr&lt;wbr&gt;iend/&lt;wbr&gt;girlf&lt;wbr&gt;riend&lt;wbr&gt; talke&lt;wbr&gt;d about&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last thing he and I talked about? Wow, this would be back in March. He wanted me to take him back. I refused. I knew I needed to get out of our relationship. I haven't talked to him since.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thoug&lt;wbr&gt;ht about getting your lip pierc&lt;wbr&gt;ed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I thought about it, but decided not too. I kind of want my monroe done, though.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter&lt;wbr&gt;ested&lt;wbr&gt; in anyone at the mome&lt;wbr&gt;t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;For the first time in a long time, I can say yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had more than 3 boyfr&lt;wbr&gt;iends/girlf&lt;wbr&gt;riends at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Are you kidding? I'm more of a one man kind of girl. - I dated the same one for 8 years for fucks sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do this week?&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work tomorrow, sunday, monday, tuesday and wednesday. Wednesday evening I head to Toronto for the night, Thursday I'm going to Syracuse, Friday is party errand day, Saturday is my party and Sunday is recoup day. Monday is the start of another work week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a good mood right&lt;wbr&gt; now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;For the most part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s both&lt;wbr&gt;ering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The fact that I'm broke and don't know how to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Are you on medic&lt;wbr&gt;ation &lt;wbr&gt;for anyt&lt;wbr&gt;ing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;No, but I wish I had some morphine or something for this back pain I'm currently experiencing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last femal&lt;wbr&gt;e you slept&lt;wbr&gt; in the same room with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leah and I are always traveling. - Pittsburgh, John Mayer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were upset&lt;wbr&gt;, who'&lt;wbr&gt;s the first&lt;wbr&gt; girl you would go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abbey, Leah, Kendyl, Nicole. Whoever would answer first..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to say anyth&lt;wbr&gt;ing to someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish I had the balls to say something to someone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne yelled at you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Probably a few weeks ago and it was over something completely fucking retarded.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it cute when boys kiss on the foreh&lt;wbr&gt;ead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I fucking LOVE it. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s the biggest age diffe&lt;wbr&gt;rence&lt;wbr&gt; betwe&lt;wbr&gt;en you and someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne you'&lt;wbr&gt;ve dated&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Uh, 2 years maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think&lt;wbr&gt; any of your ex-boyf&lt;wbr&gt;iends&lt;wbr&gt;/girl&lt;wbr&gt;riends are attra&lt;wbr&gt;ctive&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Well, I dated them for a reason didn't I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who woke you up today&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I woke up all by myself. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curre&lt;wbr&gt;nt Mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A little bit of everything. Tiredness, impatient, pain, etc. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long was your last phone&lt;wbr&gt; call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;8m 14s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 or 2 maybe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to fight&lt;wbr&gt; someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not really. I haven't fought anyone since 9th grade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;worked... that's about it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last text messa&lt;wbr&gt;ge from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Courtney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e ever told you they love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along&lt;wbr&gt; with your mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'm glad to say my mom is one of my best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie&lt;wbr&gt;ve in true love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made you sad today&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Nothing made me sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were disap&lt;wbr&gt;pointed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s somet&lt;wbr&gt;hing you&lt;wbr&gt;'d like to have right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A nice boy to cuddle with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'&lt;wbr&gt;s your hair today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Straight, as usual.. but flatter that normal which is kind of making me angry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fall for peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e easil&lt;wbr&gt;y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;For the most part no, but I think I'm falling for &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt; and it kind of scares me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When'&lt;wbr&gt;s the last time you were surpr&lt;wbr&gt;ised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honestly? August 23rd.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the last perso&lt;wbr&gt;n you held hands with,&lt;wbr&gt; mean anyth&lt;wbr&gt;ing to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last person I held hands with was Kendyl. lmfao - before that was one of the All Time Low boys... so not really.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could&lt;wbr&gt; you go a day without eatin&lt;wbr&gt;g?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I went 2 days without eating this week. Damn flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso&lt;wbr&gt;n in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jessica.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you missi&lt;wbr&gt;ng someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm currently missing a shit load of people. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is your myspa&lt;wbr&gt;ce song what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because I was in a silly mood.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who took your defau&lt;wbr&gt;lt pictu&lt;wbr&gt;re?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I did. It's now officially a year old though. I took it the afternoon of Jack's Mannequin in September of 2007. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color&lt;wbr&gt; shirt&lt;wbr&gt; are you weari&lt;wbr&gt;ng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talke&lt;wbr&gt;d to your number 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Via Myspace today.. in person? A couple weeks ago. :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think&lt;wbr&gt; you'&lt;wbr&gt;ll be in a relat&lt;wbr&gt;ionsh&lt;wbr&gt;ip 3 months from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'd like to say/wish yes. Unfortunately, that wouldn't be fair to the guy nor myself, when I'm moving to California, supposedly at the end of the year. But we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you typic&lt;wbr&gt;ally a jealous perso&lt;wbr&gt;n?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Every now and again, but that's only natural. I'm not the jealous girlfriend type at all though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e that smoke&lt;wbr&gt;s pot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;hahaha, yesss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still&lt;wbr&gt; talk to the perso&lt;wbr&gt;n you last dated&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Haven't talked to him since March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somet&lt;wbr&gt;hing happen today&lt;wbr&gt; that made you angry&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing&lt;wbr&gt; befor&lt;wbr&gt;e this surve&lt;wbr&gt;y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trying to put my thoughts into words... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do after&lt;wbr&gt; the surve&lt;wbr&gt;y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Probably go to sleep, I have to work in the morning.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First&lt;wbr&gt; thing&lt;wbr&gt; you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes shower, sometimes just bum around the house.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s on your bedroom floor&lt;wbr&gt; right&lt;wbr&gt; now?&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pair of pj shorts, pillow, ab lounge, jack's mannequin hoodie, the book I'm reading, my shoes and a hollister bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still&lt;wbr&gt; talk to the first perso&lt;wbr&gt;n you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Like, first kiss, or first REAL kiss? I haven't talked to the guy I first 'kissed' in a while... although he lives on my street and I haven't talked to the guy I first 'real kissed' in a couple months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a dream&lt;wbr&gt; last night&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yes, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;wbr&gt; were you at 3:02 AM this morni&lt;wbr&gt;ng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;In my bed, reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;wbr&gt; is your bf/gf right &lt;wbr&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't have a boyfriend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust&lt;wbr&gt; people easil&lt;wbr&gt;y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes... but for the most part, my guard is always up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s a fact about&lt;wbr&gt; the last perso&lt;wbr&gt;n who had their&lt;wbr&gt; arms aroun&lt;wbr&gt;d you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The last person who had their arms around me, as in hug? Kendyl - she's my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you curre&lt;wbr&gt;ntly hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'm currently listening to my boys: There For Tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were told you were beaut&lt;wbr&gt;iful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I hear it all the time from older men, which is fucking terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could&lt;wbr&gt; you go a day without eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Didn't I answer this in the first survey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kisse&lt;wbr&gt;d anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e whose &lt;wbr&gt;name start&lt;wbr&gt;ed with a C?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bahahaha. Story of my fucking life. - Cody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your guard&lt;wbr&gt;ian force you to go to church or do they let you make the decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I've never been... so I guess I made that decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;wbr&gt; is the furthest place you've traveled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I flew to Florida. But the longest place I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;driven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; to was Illinois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take you to showe&lt;wbr&gt;r?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;to take an actual shower, about 10-15 minutes, but to get ready about 30-45mins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was last thing&lt;wbr&gt; you drank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Diet Lipton Peach Papaya White Tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could&lt;wbr&gt; have anything right now, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;For next week to get here... and October 29th, CALI-FORN-I-A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was for dinne&lt;wbr&gt;r last nigh&lt;wbr&gt;t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I don't know, I worked until midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'm sure my family and friends do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has the week been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Long.. and it's only going to get longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you curse&lt;wbr&gt; in front of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;All the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What girl can you tell everything too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Abbey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kisse&lt;wbr&gt;d anyone who's name started with an A?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yes, there were three. Anthony, Andrew and Adam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a friend walks out of your life, do you go after them or let them go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;If I feel it's worth it, go after them. Sometimes I won't care, because I know they'll be back anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e hate you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Proba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;bly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing&lt;wbr&gt; tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Going to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie&lt;wbr&gt;ve everyone deserves a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I believe in giving second chances, given the circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you chewe&lt;wbr&gt;d gum after someone else already has?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ew. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush&lt;wbr&gt; on someb&lt;wbr&gt;ody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Maybe. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen your best frien&lt;wbr&gt;d cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I've seen all my best friends cry. (except my guy friends, wussies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you walk aroun&lt;wbr&gt;d naked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bahaha. Noooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the perso&lt;wbr&gt;n you like, like you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;That's a good question. I'm not sure at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you met anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e new this summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I made a bunch of new friends while following Warped this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you think&lt;wbr&gt;ing about right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morni&lt;wbr&gt;ng or night person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'm more of a night person, but not a bad morning person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-4353634930028568476?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/4353634930028568476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=4353634930028568476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4353634930028568476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4353634930028568476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes-i-do-this.html' title='Sometimes I do this:'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-4369949368532214440</id><published>2008-09-12T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:36:23.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooding mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here I go, my mind doing laps again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day this won't be as hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-4369949368532214440?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/4369949368532214440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=4369949368532214440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4369949368532214440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4369949368532214440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/09/flooding-mind.html' title='Flooding mind.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-7793781179411430874</id><published>2008-09-11T04:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:33:34.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget about the blue skies..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I figured my parents disapproved of me wanting to move to California because my brother basically left his life here and moved to Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apparentally, I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My parents were outside talking, probably thinking it was a better place for them to talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; without my sister and I hearing what they were talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mom was saying something like how she just wants all of us happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Whether it makes Bryan happy to be in Washington, Lindsey getting her Jetta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Randy doing whatever it is he wants.. and me going to California.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I over heard her saying, "I just want the kids to be happy. Especially Kristie. She works &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so fucking hard. I want her to be in California with her friend and the palm trees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had to laugh to myself... the palm trees mom? really? haha. Thanks for respecting my wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-7793781179411430874?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/7793781179411430874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=7793781179411430874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/7793781179411430874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/7793781179411430874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-forget-about-blue-skies.html' title='Don&apos;t forget about the blue skies..'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-6440264392081532424</id><published>2008-09-08T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:57:13.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I worry, I worry all the time why worry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lately, I've been tired and uninspired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been thinking of ways that I can grow as a person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and to better the circumstances around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I know that only I can make changes to make my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;that feel worthwhile and rewarding. It's just so hard sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I try to roll with the punches as best as I can, but seriously;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;a person can only tolerate so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm waiting for something to have a substanial impact on myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;in hopes that maybe one day I can have an impact on someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesterday my mom told me that my dad mentioned to her that I was a good kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;My mom replied with, "I know," and my dad went on to say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"No, I mean, she is a good kid. She helps us out a lot." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and my mom goes, "&lt;em&gt;I know&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like sometimes it's not enough... I owe a lot to my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a lot to be greatful for... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have great friends, family, a job and a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I get to virtually do whatever I want, whenever I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do I always feel like there is something missing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But something just doesn't feel right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I kind of hit a road block - a wall of some sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel lost... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I just really need to stop worrying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-6440264392081532424?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/6440264392081532424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=6440264392081532424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/6440264392081532424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/6440264392081532424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-worry-i-worry-all-time-why-worry.html' title='I worry, I worry all the time why worry?'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-6784270107618708238</id><published>2008-09-07T00:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:07:28.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me how..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Day by day I'm learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to keep my head up.&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to have faith in others, as well as in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning how to become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning how to see the better side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that sometimes it's okay to be a little selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that, a lot of the times, people think the worst of you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that, people have a hard time thinking the best of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that there is a lot more hostility in the world that is needed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that it's okay to open up your heart, even if it's a little bit or just temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning how to mend a broken heart, even if it's taken a lot longer than I thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning how to let go of the past, even though so much of it, is what actually has kept me together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that I only need a core group of people in my life to keep me afloat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that I have a really hard time letting people in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to adjust to my insecurities... slowly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning how to admit when I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning how to find my place in this ugly world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that it's okay to ask for a little help sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning... there's a lot of things that I'm still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-6784270107618708238?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/6784270107618708238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=6784270107618708238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/6784270107618708238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/6784270107618708238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/09/tell-me-how.html' title='Tell me how..'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-6442934091117670347</id><published>2008-09-05T16:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:41:09.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will soon come home with my other arm forever marked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With thanks to the lyrical inspiration of Bryce Avary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/users/therocketsummer/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/users/therocketsummer/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The meaning behind this song has meant so much to me; (the entire record, "Do You Feel," has in all honesty been a huge inspiration.) However, this video, the song and the meaning behind it, is definitely eye opening to me. Bryce is a fucking genius. What a remarkable soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-6442934091117670347?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/6442934091117670347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=6442934091117670347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/6442934091117670347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/6442934091117670347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/09/forever.html' title='Forever.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-8238402647117377769</id><published>2008-09-03T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:51:38.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i could really go for a walk through the park, maybe a visit to the zoo to see the monkeys, giraffes and the birds..  and someone to watch a bug's life with. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-8238402647117377769?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/8238402647117377769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=8238402647117377769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/8238402647117377769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/8238402647117377769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-could-really-go-for-walk-through-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-1578813771026398514</id><published>2008-09-03T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:49:57.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What we do with our time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;step, step right over me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;careful now, navigate with ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;what it is that you want me to see;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;is this something that we can appease?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;dance to a dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;where inspiration can flourish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;maybe a friendship, we can redeem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and each other we will possibly nourish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i wish i could brush you off as if i don't care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but, boy you sure do have your charm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;with a half hearted smile and an eager stare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;with a companion; fitting snug inside the nook of your arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ironic how you cared so much before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but i slipped up, made one small mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and though that's more than what you allow for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;just one part of this game that we partake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;conversations kept short and somewhat inapt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;while we both sit here mum and learn how to deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i guess we know our integrity is intact,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;although, we'll never know, just how we both feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-1578813771026398514?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/1578813771026398514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=1578813771026398514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/1578813771026398514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/1578813771026398514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-we-do-with-our-time.html' title='What we do with our time..'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-6675674209309670887</id><published>2008-08-31T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:47:57.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You dismantle me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel like today, might be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel somewhat better. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It felt so good to roll the windows down,&lt;br /&gt;drive alone until we find ourselves&lt;br /&gt;and we'll go back to the life we wanna lead,&lt;br /&gt;then we'll go back to the way things used to be."&lt;br /&gt;- "The Good Life" - Valencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-6675674209309670887?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/6675674209309670887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=6675674209309670887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/6675674209309670887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/6675674209309670887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-dismantle-me.html' title='You dismantle me.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-918424768615177492</id><published>2008-08-30T00:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:36:59.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swallowed in the sound.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you only knew... I wish you could read my mind.. will you let me in yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living for someone else isn’t living at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-918424768615177492?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/918424768615177492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=918424768615177492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/918424768615177492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/918424768615177492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/08/swallowed-in-sound.html' title='Swallowed in the sound.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-1261251736364031356</id><published>2008-08-29T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:02:41.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much to think about..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't even think straight and it's driving me nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel helpless!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;There's a lot that I don't know, there's a lot that I'm still learning&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I think I'm letting go&lt;/span&gt;, to find my body is still burning;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And you hold me down, and you got me living in the past;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Come on and pick me up, somebody clear the wreckage from the blast." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-1261251736364031356?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/1261251736364031356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=1261251736364031356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/1261251736364031356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/1261251736364031356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/08/too-much-to-think-about.html' title='Too much to think about..'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-160132124015877833</id><published>2008-08-28T22:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:42:54.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We felt alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I'm going to give up and stop trying... maybe it'll be easier. I'm not a weak person... but every day I seem to feel a little bit weaker. Someone inspire me, I need someone to fall back on, just as much as the next person does. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendships come and go.. but i feel it might be a while before this will ever get fixed... and that is not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sometimes i don't know how to express myself... and i might be  a little afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-160132124015877833?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/160132124015877833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=160132124015877833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/160132124015877833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/160132124015877833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-felt-alive.html' title='We felt alive...'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-5405276476329775209</id><published>2008-08-14T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:07:14.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't get a break..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It seems like lately these days, I'm the bad guy. I'm always the one to blame. I try to keep everybody happy, but I can't do anything right. I can't help but feel it's never going to be the same. There are some things that I'm able to accept blame for and I'm able to admit when I'm wrong, but I will not be called a liar, when I know that I'm not lying or in the wrong. I normally, don't ever make promises I know I won't be able to keep. I don't make plans if I know that in the end I'll have to break them, because I know how it feels to be promised something and then be let down when it comes time to doing said something. I learned that at a very young age. I don't fuck people over, just to do it or because I think I'm more important than anybody else. I'm sick and tired of everybody walking all over me and me not saying a fucking word about it. All my life I have been taking orders from everybody else, because I thought it was okay and I always put everybody else before my own self because I care too much about everybody else and their feelings more so than my own. I don't think I'm better than anybody else and I never ever, once stated that the world revolves around me, but seriously, when do I get my break? I honestly, cannot recall a time where I have ever felt so damn low in my life. I'm trying to be the best person I can be. I'm doing the only thing I know how and that's living. Everybody has their imperfections, don't get me wrong. But being an untrue, dishonest and disloyal person is definitely not one of mine. I don't ever try to cause problems. I'm not the drama starter, usually I'm the resolver. I'm the go-to and the person in-between. I never ever intend to hurt any of my friends or family, or anybody around me.. I'm not saying I'm a saint, but I'm definitely not cold hearted. I just wish that sometimes, when confrontation is needed it can be resolved in a civil and human like manner. I don't understand how "friends" can treat one another so poorly sometimes. I don't understand why people think it's okay to treat people the way they do sometimes. I'll admit, I've had my moments of hostility. But, I've been trying to change that and I know when people deserve it and when they don't. But what's been coming my way lately, especially this week, today and the last couple of days, I think I definitely deserved to be treated with a little more respect than what I have been getting. I absolutely, cannot wait to move to Los Angeles and get out of this hell hole. I'll probably miss a select few.... and with that, I'll be making some changes. It's not going to be easy for me but I know what I have to do in order to make some dreams of mine, a reality. - Finally... the count down to December begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-5405276476329775209?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/5405276476329775209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=5405276476329775209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/5405276476329775209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/5405276476329775209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-get-break.html' title='I can&apos;t get a break..'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-8876629780566925256</id><published>2008-08-10T13:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T13:30:00.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving forward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Over the last couple of days, I've never had such a clearer picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;People that I'm surrounded by in this city (other than those of my family and closest friends) are now my sworn enemies. I really want nothing to do with anybody in this fucking city called "Buffalo" any longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm enrolling into West Lost Angeles Community College and moving in December. I've never been more excited, nervous, scared, anxious or ready for anything in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm looking forward to moving on, growing up, meeting new faces, experiencing new cultures, surrounding myself with a totally different atmoshphere, GETTING TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL, etc. I just need a change and I need it more than anything I've ever needed before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Abbey is leaving for LA in like two weeks and I'm glad that I'll have someone out there to keep me grounded. I wish all my friends were going... that's the only thing I may not be able to handle.. is being away from my friends and family. I love you all. It's nothing personal. This is me time and I feel that if you love me and understand me, you'll completely let me face and experience this all on my own terms. Have a little faith, I am. I know I'm strong willed and completely independant... I'm not saying this is going to be easy, I know it's not. But I'm giving myself the benefit of the doubt and you all should too. If I end up coming home, I'm counting on my support system to be there in the end. I don't want to come back here, to tell you the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anywho, this was just a rambling small write in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-8876629780566925256?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/8876629780566925256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=8876629780566925256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/8876629780566925256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/8876629780566925256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving-forward.html' title='Moving forward.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-3630075543255235414</id><published>2008-06-24T11:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:27:33.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it all go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I guess you can say, from here on out I'm looking forward to the future and leaving everything that has happened to me in the last 6 months behind for good. I think it's time... and although I'm still fighting the good fight, I will continue to do so, even if it kills me. I wish I could say that I'm able to let go of the memories and COMPLETELY pretend like nothing ever existed, but quite frankly that would be silly. I still think of you... sometimes it still hurts... I will get through this. I'm holding my head forever high and will accomplish everything that I've wanted to do for the past few years. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This accident bull shit is finally subsiding. My lost wages claim representative finally called me today. I've been leaving him nasty messages since the first letter I got in the mail from him, which was in April. My money is on the fact that I called my insurance agent and told him what was going on and he took matters into his own hand, because my mom and I threatened to leave Allstate, considering this accident happened on March 1st. He told me to disregard any notices I've been getting from him and that all he needed was to verify the dates I was out of work because apparently, my higher boss at my old job filled out the paperwork and put that I RESIGNED WILLINGLY on April 23rd. I'm like NO NO NO. I resigned because I had no other choice. I went back to work on April 23rd to find out that my position had been filled and that should I have decided to stay with the company, I'd be getting about 10 hours a week instead of my usual 40 hours a week. The representative then asked me if I found a new job and then told me that he'd be sending me a check that covers my lost wages from March 3rd - June 3rd. Originally, I was getting a check that covered March 3 - April 23, which came out to about $1,900. Now, I'm getting about $4,000-$4,200. :) So, all the nasty messages and complaints payed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the settlement for the damages to my car and bodily injury from the other guys insurance company two weeks ago. I wouldn't have gotten a dime if I didn't threaten to sue his insurance company. They sent me a check a week later and with that, I immediately went to a dealership and bought a car. :) I bring it home tomorrow. Yippie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a car, and enough money to do my two weeks of Warped and still have money to spare. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the start of my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up: Enrolling into school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-3630075543255235414?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/3630075543255235414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=3630075543255235414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/3630075543255235414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/3630075543255235414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-it-all-go.html' title='Let it all go.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-4632581037908814809</id><published>2008-06-05T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:19:44.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are changing, for the better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This week has probably been one of the most accomplishing weeks that I've had in quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I spoke to my insurance representative who is handling the no fault / medical part of the claim from the accident. I was sick of waiting for someone to contact me regarding when I'd be receiving a check (they owe me approximately $2,000 from me being out of work for so long.) She told me that it looked as if they had everything they needed to go ahead and process everything to get me my lost wages. She said that there was another guy, handling that part of the claim and that she'd talk to him to see what was going on. She put me on hold for a moment and said that he indeed had everything he needed to process it and to call him at the end of the week to see where it sits. For the first time, she asked me how I was doing since the accident happened. I told her I was still struggling because I lost my job and have been without a dime since the accident. She told me to explain that to Alex (the other guy working on the claim) and that he might be able to speed the process up a little bit. --- All I have to say is THANK FUCKING GOD. I need this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I got hired at the Clarion Hotel. I started yesterday and got to learn some of the basics, although they are very VERY short handed and everything was happening so fast that it was enough to make my head spin. The good part is that I finally have a job and can finally support myself once again and not have to deal with my parents supporting me. (IE: paying my cell phone bill, paying my credit cards bills (3 of them!), putting gas in the car, buying me things I need/want, etc.) I suppose I should say I no longer have to borrow money off my friends, because a couple of them have been beyond amazing with borrowing me money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Yesterday I woke up to a voicemail from the other guy's insurance claim representative. He explained to me that he received the information I'd sent him in the mail last week and that although I payed $2,500 for my car, I wouldn't get nearly as much as I'd paid for it because I had purchased it over a year and a half ago and that his clients were not accepting liability on it, mainly because our statements were conflicting and we were pointing the blame at each other. (You old fucks KNOW it was your fault!) Anyhow, they settled to offer me $2,500 for my bodily injuries issue and loss of the car. It's not nearly what I could be getting... but I'm seriously over all this accident bullshit. It's enough to put down as a down payment on a car. I should have that $2,500 in about 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with all of this, I told my managers I needed two weeks off in July because of the two week Warped Tour gig I'd be doing. They were perfectly fine with it. So, what's up new job. What's up $4,500. What's up new car... and WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WARPED TOUR! I haven't been this happy in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it hit: Cody and that girl are officially together. This had been the only downfall of my week... It's not supposed to bother me... and I'm trying REALLY hard not to let it bother me.. it's just really fucking mind boggling. I didn't expect him to move on so quickly. Three months might seem like a long time to some people, but it is definitely not a long time in my mind. I'll be okay... I just need to deal with this the best way that I can/know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I couldn't thank my family and friends enough for sticking by me during all of this. It's been so frustrating... through all the complaining, stress and tears... I'm really happy that you all were there for me. It means a lot more than I can put into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-4632581037908814809?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/4632581037908814809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=4632581037908814809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4632581037908814809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/4632581037908814809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-are-changing-for-better.html' title='Things are changing, for the better.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-1929596569422162080</id><published>2008-05-21T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:05:39.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that hits home..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Insecurity, doubt, shame, failure and lack of self worth. --- This is how I've been feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not one to dwell on things, but in my current situation it's really hard not too. I'm literally, stuck. At a HUGE halt. A barrier if you will, has been placed in my path and I cannot jump or leap over this as easy as I'd been able too months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my accident this past March, my life has been in shambles. As if dealing with me breaking up with the guy who I thought I was going to be spending the rest of my life with wasn't stressful enough on me, god.. or whomever (the devil) had to go and throw in a horrible car accident, resulting in me no longer having a vehicle to get me from point a to point b or c and being disabled for a period of time long enough for me to loose my job also had to be thrown in the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably hasn't been noticeable over these last few months that I've basically let myself hit rock bottom. I've been acting like I'm okay; that everything is swell and nothing is wrong. The truth is, everything is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say that I'm sort of a control freak. I have no control over anything anymore and it's making me crazy. I hate not being able to control what happens in my life. My life is in shambles and I cannot do anything about it at this point. I've been applying for jobs like crazy and I have yet to hear back from anything. I want to go back to school SO bad... but I can't do that without money, because a) I already need to take a car loan out now... and that's not happening until I get a job and b) I won't have money until I find a new job... but won't be able to move away (I'm thinking of attending school in Cleveland if not, ECC..) until I pay off my debts. (Parents, credit cards... ohhhh credit cards. *sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think that my chances of doing this promoting for Adeline Records for about 2 weeks on Warped Tour might fall through. I can't do it if I don't have a car or money. I'm trying to stay optimistic... but I'm getting ready for the let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd also just like to say that I don't care about Cody but the truth is, I do. I probably always will; as I'd like to say he feels the same about me, whether or not he is currently shunning me completely out of his life. He's got himself a new lady friend that he's interested in and I'm not supposed to care. I'm supposed to be happy for him because I'm the one who made the decision to end things between us, because I wasn't liking the way things were going and I was tired of crying and being the only one to try and resolve things with us. I'm not jealous. It's just really hard to get over someone when you spent so much time with someone and gave so much of yourself to a person. I just have to keep remembering that sometimes, he cared more about himself and his happiness, more so than my own. I'm glad he's ready to date again. (Sarcasm, thank you very much) I don't know when I'll be able to jump in again. He really fucked me up. I'm emotionally drained and my heart seems pretty hollow. However, hopefully he takes what he's learned from me and this whole fucking mess and treats this new girl he likes with more respect and worthiness. I'd hate for it to be perfect in the beginning and have him fall short in the end. I hope he at least manned up a bit... in the meantime, my guard is still all the way up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last few days have been some of the hardest for me, physically and emotionally. I'm like a tea kettle, ready to go off at any second. I broke down a few times here and there over the last couple months, but this past month has been ridiculous. I've been literally crying to my mom almost every day and spilling to her that I can't deal with anything on my own anymore. Literally. I even broke down in the middle of the mall today. I'm not one to cause a scene. I hate crying in public. I feel like a 2 year old who hasn't gotten their way with something. I just can't deal with having no car. I can't deal with having no job. I can't deal with having no money to do anything anymore. It's just getting absolutely ridiculous not knowing when I'll be able to drive a car off a dealership lot or get my $2,000 from NYS due to lost wages and $2,500 (if i even get that much) for my car from the other asshole's insurance. It's a fucking waiting game and I'm tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so tired... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to keep thinking to myself things will get better... things will get better. ---Will things ever get better?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I'm lost at sea, the radio is jamming, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but they won't find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; I swear it's for the best&lt;/span&gt;, and then your frequency is pulling me in closer till I'm home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and I've been up for days, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I finally lost my mind&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I lost my way&lt;/span&gt;, I'm blistered but I'm better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and I'm home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I will crawl,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; there's things that are worth giving up&lt;/span&gt;, I know, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;but I won't let this get me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I will fight&lt;/span&gt;, you live the life you're given with the storms outside, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; some days all I do is watch the sky&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-1929596569422162080?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/1929596569422162080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=1929596569422162080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/1929596569422162080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/1929596569422162080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/05/something-that-hits-home.html' title='Something that hits home..'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-6386772616832530530</id><published>2008-05-21T03:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T03:06:37.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A lyric that couldn't be anymore accurate..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SDPJkHSwbJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zF7Afoag1to/s1600-h/bruised.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SDPJkHSwbJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zF7Afoag1to/s200/bruised.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202723616813247634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"This plane is all I've got, so keep it steady now. Cause every itch you see is... bruised."&lt;br /&gt;[I'm now forever stuck with one of the greatest inspirations]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8294697284837473460-6386772616832530530?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/6386772616832530530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=6386772616832530530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/6386772616832530530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/6386772616832530530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/05/lyric-that-couldnt-be-anymore-accurate.html' title='A lyric that couldn&apos;t be anymore accurate..'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SDPJkHSwbJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zF7Afoag1to/s72-c/bruised.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-2936663176087845505</id><published>2008-05-07T16:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:09:06.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo blog 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are some of my favorite pictures from Bamboozle (Saturday 5/3 Only):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SCIS0EkllQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jz8eUUo42ro/s1600-h/agreencirca.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SCIS0EkllQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jz8eUUo42ro/s200/agreencirca.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197737605728670978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Subject: Anthony Green of Circa Survive; Hudini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SCIS0UkllRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5IXz498CC9c/s1600-h/alexATL.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SCIS0UkllRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5IXz498CC9c/s200/alexATL.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197737610023638290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Subject: Alex Gaskarth of All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SCIS0UkllSI/AAAAAAAAADE/XU04KH78rks/s1600-h/alexATL1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SCIS0UkllSI/AAAAAAAAADE/XU04KH78rks/s200/alexATL1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197737610023638306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Subject: Alex Gaskarth of All Time Low; mid laugh while my hair was blowing all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SCIS0kkllTI/AAAAAAAAADM/TSttV9WndDY/s1600-h/jackATL.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SCIS0kkllTI/AAAAAAAAADM/TSttV9WndDY/s200/jackATL.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197737614318605618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Subject: Jack Barakat of All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SCIS00kllUI/AAAAAAAAADU/0jQBgFakodo/s1600-h/bretmichaels.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SCIS00kllUI/AAAAAAAAADU/0jQBgFakodo/s200/bretmichaels.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197737618613572930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Subject: Bret Michaels of Poison; Better known from Rock Of Love ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SCIY8EkllXI/AAAAAAAAADs/IbOw2l-mTaM/s1600-h/kennyTSL.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SCIY8EkllXI/AAAAAAAAADs/IbOw2l-mTaM/s200/kennyTSL.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197744340237391218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Subject: Kenny Vasoli of The Starting Line; getting some air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SCIY7kkllVI/AAAAAAAAADc/aIobE7J_ZlM/s1600-h/danJS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SCIY7kkllVI/AAAAAAAAADc/aIobE7J_ZlM/s200/danJS.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197744331647456594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Subject: Dan Simons of Just Surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SCIY70kllWI/AAAAAAAAADk/gZ8EyojzBP8/s1600-h/jayJS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SCIY70kllWI/AAAAAAAAADk/gZ8EyojzBP8/s200/jayJS.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197744335942423906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Subject: Jason Maffucci of Just Surrender; throwing up his lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8294697284837473460-2936663176087845505?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/2936663176087845505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=2936663176087845505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/2936663176087845505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/2936663176087845505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/05/photo-blog-2.html' title='Photo blog 2'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SCIS0EkllQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jz8eUUo42ro/s72-c/agreencirca.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-9065744876102454407</id><published>2008-05-07T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:27:45.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This party is going south..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Procrastinate:  (v) - To put off doing something, especially out of habitual carelessness or laziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've found myself to be so full of procrastination lately, it's fucking ridiculous. I've never felt myself at such a high point of laziness, as I feel right now. I'm behind in a TON of my website content and took a shower about 4 hours ago and am still not dressed or ready to go anywhere and I have orientation for my new job in 2 hours or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ever since the accident I feel like I've lost half of my brain and have developed a slight case of amnesia. I've been forgetting things left and right, which would be normal for someone if it was just here and there, but lately this is my story all the time. It's things of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  &gt;necessity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Like, going to Albany and having to turn around to grab my wallet or worse, going to Bamboozle and realizing half way there I forgot my tickets at home, which I made a big deal over for no reason. (Nicole left later than we did and brought them to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not only did I not even pay for my tickets to begin with, but Saturday, The Rocket Summer left two tickets for me and Jack's Mannequin left me 1 (and I had no idea either left me tickets! I didn't ask them too!).  So, I had 3 tickets besides mine, that I sold to people at the ticket sales line and ended up making $130. Sunday, Steve (TSL TM) and The Starting Line pulled through for me and gave me a main stage and media pass, that I ended up being able to walk right in with and passed my ticket to Jill so she made it in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This weekend was slightly messy, but over all still a good time. I'm glad I was there with all my best friends. I'm grateful we all made it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We left Friday for the Glamour Kills Pre-Bamboozle Bash in Poughkeepsie. DangerRadio left me an all access pass which was awesome. I still didn't know how I was going to get Jill in and I was thinking of ways and thank god I ran into Chandler. We explained we had run out of ideas to get her in and the GENIUS that Chandler is, took my pass outside to Jill and she got in that way. I was stoked on life that he thought of that. I caught most of the show; DangerRadio, Every Avenue, My American Heart, Mayday Parade, We The Kings, The Audition and Just Surrender. I loved all of it. The highlight of my night however, was conquering something I never knew I had the wits to do. I bought this really cute guy, DS, a drink. Holy hell. My heart wasn't racing nearly as bad as it was in Erie when I talked to him but jesus christ, I was so proud of myself. He kept thanking me and telling me it wasn't necessary but I told him to stop thanking me and to enjoy his alcoholic beverage. I later got serenaded. Abbey and I danced our asses off to We The Kings and owned the floor. It was a wonderful evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Besides my pass ordeal on Saturday (The Rocket Summer BEST be on the main stage next year so I can actually HAVE my fucking pass, thank you very much), I enjoyed myself and made the most of my day, despite the SHITTY ass weather. Leah, Abbey and I were watching Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and got sick of the people slamming into us every five seconds so we decided to roam for a while. We were walking around while there was this HUGE ass line at a booth, I assumed it was for some meet and greet and didn't think much of it until I looked to see what time it was and then noticed a sign that said "Jack's Mannequin signing @ 3:00!" I literally almost peed myself. I ran over to the front of the line and stood off to the side and tried to look for Andrew. These girls who worked @ the booth didn't want me standing there and these other girls in line looked at me and proceeded to tell me they were waiting in line for about 2 hours and that they weren't going to let me cut them and to go to the back of the line. I looked at the one girl and was like, "Honey, please. This will only take 2 seconds." All Andrew needed to hear from me was a "Psssst. Andrew!" and he literally dropped everything he was doing and took my hand and pulled me to him and gave me the biggest hug, EVER. The bamboozle crew still tried yanking me away, in which Andrew told them to leg go of me and that it was okay because I was a personal friend of his. TAKE THAT ASSHOLES! I let Andrew go about his business and went and talked to Casper. Oh, those boys made my fucking day. I missed them so much and it's only been a couple months! Now I have to wait again 'til July. BUMMER. I caught Jack's Mannequin, Paramore, Mae, The Audition, The Rocket Summer and some of Jimmy Eat World. Leah and I wanted to be 12 years old again and played in the Jack's Mannequin crowd. Bad idea. Most cattiest bitches EVER. We were getting beat the eff up and pushed around. We left because we couldn't take it anymore. I was stoked to hear Andrew pull out a SoCo song, cuz he hadn't done that in a while. &lt;3 Me and The Moon &lt;3. It was a good evening. We went back to the hotel for a while before heading to a party which later caused a stink but it was still a good time nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunday however, was splendid. I don't have many great stories because I was on photo duty almost the entire day. I owe my life to Steve. He along with the TSL boys have been so good to me over the last 6 years. I got my pass with NO trouble and went about my day. I took pictures and caught All Time Low, The Academy Is, My American Heart, Circa Survive, Forever The Sickest Kids, The Starting Line, Mayday Parade, Bret Michaels, The Receiving End of Sirens, a little of Motion City Soundtrack, Just Surrender, some of Gym Class Heroes and called it a night. Caught up with the Kiros boys throughout the day, rode the Himalaya with Ryan and the girls while thrashing out to Every Time I Die. Everyone should ride the Himalaya to ETID. It's the best combination ever. Besides getting kicked in the neck by Anthony Green because of him diving into the crowd during Circa's set and Alex Gaskarth from All Time Low laughing on stage at me because my hair was flying in all directions while I was standing in front of 3 giant fans while taking pictures of them, I don't have much else to say except that Bret Michaels waved to me while taking pictures because he thought, while I was raising my camera in the air to get a good picture of him, that I was trying to be a crazed fan. RIGHT.  After the show, we went back to the hotel and retired early to prep for the long ride home to Buffalo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and a long one it was. 6 hours turned into 9, because of gas, food and piss stops and hitting 3 horrible car accidents causing 3o min to an hour long wait in traffic. We've all decided we're going to be a boyband. I'll post a video soon, you'll understand why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nicole and I were panic-ing at the disco on a phantom planet to a motion city soundtrack while trying to keep our sound hushed yesterday. We had a blast. After the show, Panic specifically requested our presence in their dressing room because their videographer and TM told them Nicole had some pretty obscene tattoos. It was quite comical... and an awkward meeting all at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-9065744876102454407?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/9065744876102454407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=9065744876102454407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/9065744876102454407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/9065744876102454407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-party-is-going-south.html' title='This party is going south..'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-778367124585009714</id><published>2008-03-19T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:52:55.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo post 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/R-GzT8PdVNI/AAAAAAAAACs/RAgNf881D5U/s1600-h/l_743c78d173715af2fbabcb9ca28a2bb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179618201622631634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/R-GzT8PdVNI/AAAAAAAAACs/RAgNf881D5U/s200/l_743c78d173715af2fbabcb9ca28a2bb6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Subject: Lindsey (my sister) stageside for Saosin.&lt;br /&gt;I really love the yellow glow-like ora this picture gives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179597740398433346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/R-Ggs8PdVEI/AAAAAAAAABk/9O6970VpAxg/s200/l_1d504b31835592de2efc1114068c74a4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Subject: Lindsey during Jack's Mannequin - 2.08.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I captured this picture by mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179598766895617170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/R-GhosPdVJI/AAAAAAAAACM/lC2dxAVB5KE/s200/nyc1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Subject: Times Square at NYC - 2.29.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179598766895617186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/R-GhosPdVKI/AAAAAAAAACU/CpPuwqmDtJk/s200/nyc2.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Subject: MTV Studios in Times Square at NYC - 2.29.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179616745628718258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/R-Gx_MPdVLI/AAAAAAAAACc/JdOA3PgzAe4/s200/l_ddfa1e4dca321fa07b35e619111f05fa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Subject: Lindsey in Times Square at NYC - 02.29.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179597753283335282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/R-GgtsPdVHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xKRa7OKsIN4/s200/atreyu.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Subject: Alex Varkatzas of Atreyu&lt;br /&gt;Taste of Chaos - Rochester, NY - 3.10.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179597748988367970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/R-GgtcPdVGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ixh2k1Yi1uQ/s200/avenged.bmp" width="150" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Subject: Johnny Christ of Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taste Of Chaos - Rochester, NY - 3.10.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179597744693400658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/R-GgtMPdVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/zaZqkqZK-AQ/s200/avenged1.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Subjects: Zacky Vengeance and Johnny Christ of Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;Taste Of Chaos - Rochester, NY - 3.10.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-778367124585009714?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/778367124585009714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=778367124585009714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/778367124585009714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/778367124585009714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/03/photo-post-1.html' title='Photo post 1.'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/R-GzT8PdVNI/AAAAAAAAACs/RAgNf881D5U/s72-c/l_743c78d173715af2fbabcb9ca28a2bb6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294697284837473460.post-844699255929809305</id><published>2008-03-19T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:35:40.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Fussy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the word the can best describe myself this afternoon. I'm uncontroably irritable and I don't know what to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I got into this car accident (in New York City, 3/1/08) I've been having a rough time dealing with the fact that I can't do things when I want. I'm a traveler, I love traveling and everything that comes along with it. (Except for car accidents, of course) I love being exposed to other cities and getting to take in the cultures that these various cities have to offer. I'd travel everyday if I could... one day, I'm going to own my own bus and whenever I want to go somewhere new, I'll have the means and motivation at my fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going along with that... and I suppose this might sound childish, but I really want to go to Pittsburgh tonight for The Starting Line's last hoorah. The guys were nice enough to throw me on the list last minute and I won't even be making it out. I'm incredibly bummed. I told myself that if I didn't make it out that I wouldn't care so much, because I can just catch them at Bamboozle in a couple months. The truth is, there is nothing like a Starting Line headlining show and at Bamboozle they probably won't get anything more than a half hour or so set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just need to get out of this house. I just sit around day in and day out, doing the same nonsense I've been doing for three weeks. But, I've been out of work for 3 weeks and there is no date set in stone when I'll be returning. Despite the fact that I've gotten out to a couple shows and have seen some friends over the last few weeks, I have a slight case of cabin fever. It doesn't help that it's still cold, rainy and yucky outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/R-FqnMPdU6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Hosz1pAQt3c/s1600-h/_3163229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179538267986285474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/R-FqnMPdU6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Hosz1pAQt3c/s200/_3163229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and judging by the view from my bedroom window, people tend to wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294697284837473460-844699255929809305?l=fluxystar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/feeds/844699255929809305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8294697284837473460&amp;postID=844699255929809305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/844699255929809305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294697284837473460/posts/default/844699255929809305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluxystar.blogspot.com/2008/03/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03662126657431718053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/SXgIz0OBY0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PrcRDXWdSTU/S220/l_12f4eec9dc8936a76febbb0b183ff3db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7SYbA7j41Fs/R-FqnMPdU6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Hosz1pAQt3c/s72-c/_3163229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
