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  <title>the opposite of true love is as follows...</title>
  <subtitle>nolaaa</subtitle>
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    <name>nolaaa</name>
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  <updated>2008-11-15T16:00:36Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nolaaa:27884</id>
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    <title>I don't ever wanna be like you</title>
    <published>2008-11-15T16:00:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-15T16:00:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Good Charlotte - The Anthem</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i cannot fucking &lt;em&gt;stand&lt;/em&gt; rude people when there is absolutely no reason whatsoever to be rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nolaaa:27573</id>
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    <title>Obamaramaaaaa</title>
    <published>2008-11-05T14:30:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-05T14:30:33Z</updated>
    <category term="barack obama"/>
    <lj:music>Showbread - Mouth Like A Magazine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">one and a half hours sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE&amp;nbsp;WHAT&amp;nbsp;I'D&amp;nbsp;BE&amp;nbsp;LIKE&amp;nbsp;IF&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;ACTUALLY&amp;nbsp;LIVED&amp;nbsp;IN&amp;nbsp;AMERICA&amp;nbsp;|:</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nolaaa:25829</id>
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    <title>sometimes i wish we could just pretend, even if for only one weekend</title>
    <published>2008-09-19T17:17:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-05T22:54:17Z</updated>
    <category term="birthday"/>
    <lj:music>Sex Twins - I Was Married (Live)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">happy birthday nola&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday sex twins&lt;br /&gt;happy talk like a pirate day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy happy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nolaaa:23717</id>
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    <title>I shut the door and turn all the lights down and listen to all the songs that the night shouts.</title>
    <published>2008-08-03T18:41:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-03T18:42:38Z</updated>
    <category term="9 songs"/>
    <category term="sex"/>
    <lj:music>Senses Fail - Can't Be Saved</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have this DVD infront of me called "9 Songs".&lt;br /&gt;We got it in the post off the screen click malarki and I asked my dad was it any good.&lt;br /&gt;"Nooo... ye just see these people fartin' about... and then there's a band on stage and then they go back to the fartin' about. It has no storyline... it was banned because it has explicite sex scenes in it. No good at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TO WATCH OR NOT TO WATCH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That is the question.&lt;br /&gt;My mam started laughing when I told her what he said about it, apparently he didn't want her to watch it but I think she's going to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Matt, a young glaciologist, soars across the vast, silent, icebound immensities of the South Pole as he recalls his love affair with Lisa. They meet at a mobbed rock concert in a vast music hall--London's Brixton Academy. They are in bed at night's end. Together, over a period of several months, they pursue a mutual sexual passion whose inevitable stages unfold in counterpoint to nine live-concert songs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think we have a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;My dad's synopsis is just as good, if not better than IMDb's one thank you very much.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nolaaa:22124</id>
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    <title>i hope i never figure out who broke your heart</title>
    <published>2008-07-07T23:46:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-07T23:46:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bright Eyes - Method Acting</lj:music>
    <content type="html">there's a new type of porn, it focuses on the guy. it's porn for girls. it doesn't zoom in on the girl's face or &lt;i&gt;things&lt;/i&gt; like boy porn, this porn's for girls. it zooms in on the guy. it's for girls and gay men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU LEARN SOMETHING NEW EVERYDAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nolaaa:18613</id>
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    <title>It's a silly time to learn to swim when you start to drown.</title>
    <published>2008-05-23T22:29:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-23T22:30:30Z</updated>
    <category term="dreams"/>
    <lj:music>Tegan and Sara... what else?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm beginning to look forward to going to sleep at night so I can have more dreams, &lt;br /&gt;That just shows how interesting my life is.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nolaaa:17766</id>
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    <title>ijfdjfkosdfjsdkogdffjho</title>
    <published>2008-05-18T14:42:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-18T14:42:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tegan and Sara - Nineteen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T CONCENTRATE FOR SHIT TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nolaaa:17165</id>
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    <title>I tried to pretend that I never even knew your name.</title>
    <published>2008-05-15T21:43:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-15T21:47:05Z</updated>
    <category term="kick"/>
    <category term="tesco"/>
    <category term="hyperness"/>
    <category term="writers block"/>
    <lj:music>A Day To Remeber - The Plot To Bomb The Panhandle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm drinking a can of Kick from Tescos to see if I'll get hyper enough to get a little momentum to actually write something.&lt;br /&gt;so far all I've got is the urge to vomit. SUCCESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think it may have worked, except now my hands are all WOOOOOOOOOOO and i keep making typos.&lt;br /&gt;okay this isn't working... I need to wait til I calm down.&lt;br /&gt;njdcgfjkfhjsdofhdojf bjfdg bfkjgf hbfkjgh dljgf hdfkjg fdkjfh dsljfg bdkjf hfdklg fd gfbskjfg nljfhf kjdhf ljdg bknfxg hkjxh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that just... didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nolaaa:16598</id>
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    <title>and now we're saying bye, bye...</title>
    <published>2008-05-09T22:53:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T22:53:26Z</updated>
    <category term="breakdown"/>
    <category term="stress"/>
    <lj:music>Tegan and Sara - Nineteen (Spinner)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i feel like i'm on the verge of a break down.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nolaaa:15964</id>
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    <title>IRON MAN IS EPIC!!!</title>
    <published>2008-05-04T22:49:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-04T22:49:06Z</updated>
    <category term="the past"/>
    <lj:music>Family Force 5 - Replace Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size="3"&gt;How do you manage to get to me &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;every time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nolaaa:15279</id>
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    <title>it goes blah blah blah, then it stops.</title>
    <published>2008-04-30T23:35:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-01T18:44:21Z</updated>
    <category term="fake"/>
    <category term="the past"/>
    <category term="intensity"/>
    <lj:music>Secret Lives of Freemasons - Less Tude, More Dude</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;in·ten·si·ty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- intensity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the quality or condition of being intense.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; great energy, strength, concentration, vehemence, etc., as of activity, thought, or feeling: He went at the job with great intensity.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a high or extreme degree, as of cold or &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;heat.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the degree or extent to which something is intense.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a high degree of emotional excitement; depth of feeling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;I've only ever felt intensity once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;I remember the night I did, it was... crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;My whole body was just oozing with butterflies on &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;ecstasy.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;It was unbelievable... it felt like I was completely drunk or sleepy and my eyes kept on wanting to close.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;But I wasn't tired, that's just how much it affected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;i&gt;too bad it wasn't real.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nolaaa:15051</id>
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    <title>We're all wasted.</title>
    <published>2008-04-29T15:07:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-29T15:16:17Z</updated>
    <category term="home alone"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <category term="scary"/>
    <category term="4th year laziness"/>
    <lj:music>Cartel - If I Were To Write The Song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt; Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I'm not able to go without my phone for one night LET ALONE a whole week.&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S WHAT HAPPENED RIGHT, It's well not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T HAVE A WATCH... so therefore I have no alarm to wake me up in the morning, so I set my zen to play music at 7:15 and I told my mam to call me whenever she went downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL FUCK YOU ZEN AND MAM.&lt;br /&gt;Yizzzerz are fired!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wake up until 8AM!&lt;br /&gt;THE TIME WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE CAR GOING TO SCHOOL, so I had to be up, dressed and ready by 8:05AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="5" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not cool man. Not cool at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;font size="5" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So yeah, I immediately jumped on the box under my desk that held my turned off phone and turned it back on angrily.&lt;br /&gt;But never fear boiiiii, once I get a watch I'll try it again ^_________^&lt;br /&gt;Next week I think I'll try the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't Watch TV For A Week"&lt;/span&gt; one because I won't be able to not listen to music seeing as the gig's on WEDNESDAY ahduuuuh. BRB NEED TO PEEE.&lt;br /&gt;HIIIIIIII.&lt;br /&gt;So I came how from school early AGAIN today, I only went in for the last 3 classes yesterday :/&lt;br /&gt;MORE THAN I CAN SAY FOR THE TWINS WHO HAVEN'T BEEN IN SINCE LAST WEDNEADAY.&lt;br /&gt;Jeeeeeeesus.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY yeah, I walked home... I've been walking a lot these days and it aint changing fuck all ¬.¬&lt;br /&gt;C'MON LYK.&lt;br /&gt;It was looooooovely ^__^ I walk fair fast and it was all sunny and I had mah mooosik blaring and such&lt;br /&gt;and as I walked I made a list of things to do when I got home that would make me feel better AND I'VE DONE NEARLY ALL OF THEM&lt;br /&gt;I rang like 356365432 shops saying "GIZZ A JOBBBB? D:" and like some of them didn't say NO O.O s'maaad ano!&lt;br /&gt;Y'see I didn't get permission from anyone to leave school so when I got home I was all SXC cause dad's car was gone, so I walked in THEN I heard my dad's radio in his bedroom was on and I was like OHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHIT &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; so I quietly walked up the stairs and went to open my bedroom door, I turned the handle but it wouldn't open and I was like w0t? Then I was like "OH MY GOD DAD MUST BE IN BED AND LUCY MUST BE ASLEEP IN MY BEDROOM AND SHE'S LOCKED THE DOOR BECAUSE DAVID'S ASLEEP IN HER ROOM fidosfjdsk jdksf hdos" then I went to Lucy's room and NO ONE WAS THERE D: then I went into my dad's room and NO ONE WAS THERE D: so it was just me in an empty house with an axe murderer in my room. LOVELY. So I was all AAAAAAAAAAAAH woo2 and ran downstairs to see if Emily's head was still attached to her body and IT WAS. So I was terribly confused... so I picked up my testicles off the floor and went to my bedroom with my gun and tried to open it again...&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN IT FUCKING OPENED. Making me look like a fool. LIKE A FOOOOOL! D;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was all -slowly opens door but doesn't go in- "Hellllllloooo? Is anyone in here?" then I thought DONT BE STUPID NOLA AN AXE MURDERER WOULDN'T ANSWER HE'S HIDING BEHIND THE WALL. So I walked in and looked around the room and nothing was there, "HE MUST BE BEHIND THE BED ¬.¬" I thought... he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;"HE MUST BE IN THE WARDROBE" I said again... he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;"HE'S UNDER THE DESK!!!!" .... Yeah, he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;Then I came to the conclusion that I had finally gone insane and went downstairs to have some crisps.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA FUNNY STORY.&lt;br /&gt;I was eating these crisps from M&amp;amp;S (very pooosh) and there were big pictures of the crisps on the front of the bag and underneath the pictures it had written "Picture does not represent actual size of crisps" LOOOOOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;THEY WHERE FRICKEN HUUUUGE. ^____^&lt;br /&gt;I was going to take a picture and put it in this blog, (YES AS ALL THIS MADDNESS WAS HAPPENING I WAS SAYING ,"Imma well make a blog about this" PROBLEM?) but I forgot and then I put the bag in the bin and OH THE ACTUAL EFFORT. &lt;br /&gt;Life is shit these days... DEAD DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;I have no desire whatsoever to interact with 90% of the people in my year, I sat through a whole 3 classes with them today and I just was not bum fucked to make any effort AT ALL to talk to anyone, they probably think i'm just a hostile stuck up depresso who thinks I'm too good for them.... AND WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT? ha no, they just don't really interest me.&lt;br /&gt;I DUNNO. I DONT CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font size="5" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's been one week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and I still amn't bothered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;See, I am stronger now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT CARE&lt;br /&gt;I DONT CARE&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT CARE.&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="5" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nolaaa:14618</id>
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    <title>RANDOM THOUGHT.</title>
    <published>2008-04-27T23:09:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-27T23:24:01Z</updated>
    <category term="failure"/>
    <category term="no phone"/>
    <content type="html">Starting tomorrow morning i am not going to use my phone for a whole 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if i can do it...&lt;br /&gt;Once I tell everyone then I'll turn it off and put it in a box under my desk.&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmk.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nolaaa:14504</id>
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    <title>nolaaa @ 2008-04-27T23:46:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-27T22:53:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-27T22:53:22Z</updated>
    <category term="confusion"/>
    <lj:music>Cartel - The Minstrel's Prayer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">when i'm in the car with my mam or dad, everytime they pull out of a car space or turn a corner&lt;br /&gt;i imagine a car smashing into us...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what the fuck that means, but it can't be good.</content>
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    <title>Please tell me I'm not wanted.</title>
    <published>2008-04-25T02:04:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-25T02:04:50Z</updated>
    <category term="the world is fucked"/>
    <category term="smoking"/>
    <category term="film studies"/>
    <category term="movie project"/>
    <category term="mam"/>
    <lj:music>Senses Fail - Handuns and Second Chances</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay so I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;At all.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I get when I sleep until 10:45 then sleep from 3 until 7:30 ;D&lt;br /&gt;AH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;People are wankers.&lt;br /&gt;So my mam's smoking again, she went down the back of the garden for like 5 minutes tonight while i was TALKING to Lucy in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;YES I TALKED TO HER O:&lt;br /&gt;And then she came back in and said I'm going to bed, she walked past me and I just looked at her like O_________o as she walked out then went to Lucy&amp;nbsp; "Is she smoking again?" and she said yeah.&lt;br /&gt;BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to fucking hide it from me.&lt;br /&gt;ndjfdfjkldfhjskldfjsldk WEVVA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is fucked.&lt;br /&gt;The people in there world are fucked.&lt;br /&gt;So therefore WE are fucked.&lt;br /&gt;That what me and Jana came up with today walking home from school.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking to school today and I was stopped at some lights so I decided to turn left up this little road and then I just spent the rest of the morning/afternoon walking around the place listening to music, it was sunny so I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;Then Jana texted me saying "GO TO SCHOOL" so I texted her and she said she was leaving school early so I met up with her and walked home with her ^___^&lt;br /&gt;It was nice even though now I feel like the BIGGEST waster ever.&lt;br /&gt;BUT MEH.&lt;br /&gt;Life's fucked sure, who cares like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I realised now that we only ave like... 10 days until we have to hand in our film for Film Studies and we haven't even started it so that made me start thinking about stuff we could do it on. I CAME UP WITH LOADS.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking typical that I'd start thinking about doing all this stuff when we probably don't have enough time to do it in ;D&lt;br /&gt;SO YEAH&lt;br /&gt;I came up with loads roysh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening title can be "NOT ANOTHER CEREAL KILLER SPOOF MOVIE..." then It'll go to this box of Coco Pops and someone will throw something at it, MAYBE A KNIFE, and it'll fall over... then someone will jump on the box so it explodes :D&lt;br /&gt;So that's the opening... DO YOU LOVE IT?&lt;br /&gt;Then the next scene is the "killer", hopefully being played by jonny, will be walking down the hall. It'll be a POV shot and you'll see the killer looking at all the people in the hall then he'll spot the "slut" played by Shauna. She'll have a sign around her neck or on the saying "SLUT" and he'll look down at his "death list" and it'll say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;DEATH LIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;1. All sluts die first &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;and then he'll kill her.&lt;br /&gt;NEXT SCENE IS THE CATHERINE TATE SPOOF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be another POV from the killer and he'll be tapped on the back by Shauna AGAIN playing another character.&lt;br /&gt;She'll be the Annoying Posh Yoghurt Lady.&lt;br /&gt;She'll say "Ronald, (THAT'S THE KILLER'S NAME, Don't ask me why) Imogen, Chloe, Fergus and I are having a CINNAMON and GOOOOOOOSEBERRY youghurt, would you like one?"&lt;br /&gt;and the camera/killer will shake his head and she'll say&lt;br /&gt;"Oh go on, it's ever so yummy in your tummy!"&lt;br /&gt;and he'll shake his head again and she'll say&lt;br /&gt;"Oh go on, don't be such a Negative Nancy"&lt;br /&gt;and he'll shake his head and look at his death list which will say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEATH LIST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. All sluts die first&lt;br /&gt;2. Then&amp;nbsp; kill Annoying Posh Yoghurt Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he'll stab her and she'll fall down with the yoghurt still in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;HOW MUCH DO YOU LOVE IT LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theeeeeeeeeeeen, the killer will go into a computer room and Eoin McKevitt, hopefully, will be sitting in there in front of a computer and on the computer screen we'll have stuck a piece of paper with "2girls1cup" written on it and the killer will sit down beside Eoin and say "Whatcha watchin'?" and Eoin will say "2girls1cup..." and look all dozy...&lt;br /&gt;THEEEEEN we'll cut to 2 girls holding 1 cup standing in a field and they'll be bopping to "What What In Da Butt" song also looking very dozy...&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll cut back to Eoin and the Killer and Eoin will turn to the side and look at the killer with a big open mouthed dozy look on his face and the killer will just be looking at him then look at the camera then look at Eoin again and shake his head... then I'm thinking maybe he should kill Eoin... But I'm not entirely sure yet. I'll cross that bridge when we come to it.&lt;br /&gt;If he is going to kill him first he'll look at his death list which will say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEATH LIST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. All sluts die first&lt;br /&gt;2. Then kill Annoying Posh Yoghurt Lady&lt;br /&gt;3. Now kill Porno Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as he kills each one he'll be ticking them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that scene I think I have the killer just walking off into the distance while "What What In Da Butt" plays in the background... Or maybe he'll dance off into the distance. I wonder if Jonny would dance?&lt;br /&gt;It's all scribbled down on sheets of paper over near by bed, I just CANNOT be bummed to go get them.&lt;br /&gt;SO YAAAAH. I likes it. &lt;br /&gt;But I don't think Ms. Rock will, it has no meaning or motive... hell we don't even have a script written ha.&lt;br /&gt;But she did say everyone gets a distinction if they hand in a film in the end so once we hand it in we're grand. Doesn't matter if it's not that well structured.&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE 4TH YEARS. Fuck off like.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL TAKE WHAT YOU'RE GIVEN AND LIKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the out takes will be well funny too, ha I don't even know how to edit it... what do I download or wevva? Maybe I'll ask Jana or Donna what they used for theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm probably aiming waaaaaaaay too high but sure right now I don't care, it's 3am and I'm giddy.&lt;br /&gt;We;ll see what the twins think when i show them my scribbles tomorrow, either they'll love them, hate them or just bring me to my sense that it cannot in face be done EVEN THOUGH me and jonny have done bigger and better things than this in the past, but sure we were young and stupid and full of happiness back then.&lt;br /&gt;WE'LL SEE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nolaaa:12898</id>
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    <title>Yeah that's city life.</title>
    <published>2008-04-20T16:24:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-20T16:24:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lilly Allen - Fabulously Funky?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just read someone's blog...&lt;br /&gt;God you're boring O___o</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nolaaa:12477</id>
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    <title>GET YOUR HEAD STRAIGHT, BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE.</title>
    <published>2008-04-19T14:24:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-19T14:24:10Z</updated>
    <category term="friends"/>
    <lj:music>Boys Night Out - Get Your Head Straight</lj:music>
    <content type="html">me and eoin on the phone&lt;br /&gt;i just realised it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay so ill text you when im near okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"yeaaah okay"&lt;br /&gt;"okay"&lt;br /&gt;"okaaaaay"&lt;br /&gt;"okay byee"&lt;br /&gt;"okay talk to you later okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"okay"&lt;br /&gt;"okay bye"&lt;br /&gt;"bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;b&gt;^________^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nolaaa:11911</id>
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    <title>Leave all our hopelessnesses aside</title>
    <published>2008-04-19T00:13:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-19T00:14:20Z</updated>
    <category term="happiness"/>
    <lj:music>Imogen Heap - Just For Now</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i've been stalking other people's LJs again and i keep seeing all these blogs saying "I just read over my old blogs and im so glad we broke up" or "god, i feel like such a twat for feeling like that back then, im so much happier now" or something good like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i keep this up i'll have blogs like that&lt;br /&gt;i know i can't believe some of the stuff i wrote in my old Notepad diaries &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; criiiinge loike.&lt;br /&gt;fuck i'm awful tired.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll sleep and everything will be different tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;but im pretty much happy with life right now...&lt;br /&gt;SO MAYBE IT'LL GET WORSER D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time shall tell biznotchz&lt;br /&gt;time shall tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later later masterbater&lt;br /&gt;xx</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>i am all you've ever wanted, what all the other boys all promised</title>
    <published>2008-04-17T13:21:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-17T13:21:40Z</updated>
    <category term="disbelief."/>
    <category term="questions and answers"/>
    <category term="giving up"/>
    <lj:music>Brand New - I will play my game beneath the spin light</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't think i care anymore,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;i&gt;they're not real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/nolaaa/pic/00007pap/"&gt;&lt;img width="167" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/nolaaa/pic/00007pap/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>i need an ending</title>
    <published>2008-04-02T15:59:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-02T15:59:26Z</updated>
    <category term="byebye bertie"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;alsoooooooooooooo;;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT GIRL SCOUT :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/nolaaa/pic/000056sh/"&gt;&lt;img width="269" height="202" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/nolaaa/pic/000056sh" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>w h a t the f u c k_____x__!!(!)</title>
    <published>2008-03-24T18:53:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-24T18:53:57Z</updated>
    <category term="new album"/>
    <category term="failure"/>
    <category term="dissappointment"/>
    <category term="panic at the disco"/>
    <lj:music>the old amazing Panic(!) at the Disco</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Pretty. Odd.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty fucking Odd.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty fucking Shite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just downloaded Panic at the Disco's new album Pretty. Odd.&lt;br /&gt;That's 90.7 MBs that I can never get back,&lt;br /&gt;I feel fucking robbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what in God's name are those 15 sorry excuses of music tracks?&lt;br /&gt;this is from the same band, the only band that once gave me that feeling of something special&lt;br /&gt;first they get rid of their trade mark !&lt;br /&gt;then they throw out this bollox.&lt;br /&gt;these chaps got waaaaaaaaaaay too cocky and thought they'd be able to pull off some of this crappy indie shit&lt;br /&gt;but it didn't work lads, hate to break it to you&lt;br /&gt;oooh there's gonna be some whopper pissed off bankies at oxegen&lt;br /&gt;foof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you boys have just lost my Panic at the Disco wall shrine.&lt;br /&gt;Goodday sir.</content>
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    <title>i hate hate hate what you are.</title>
    <published>2008-03-17T18:24:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-17T18:26:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Say Anything - Little girls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this is the first time in many months that ive had my phone off this long, maybe i should try and put it back together and turn it back on.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>the inconvenient death</title>
    <published>2008-03-17T18:15:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-17T18:15:42Z</updated>
    <category term="death"/>
    <lj:music>The Swell Season - All the way down</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ithinkijustswallowedhairspray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ach!</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Some thinkingnessy myspace blogs</title>
    <published>2008-03-17T17:22:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-17T17:22:13Z</updated>
    <category term="one million thoughts"/>
    <category term="old myspace blog"/>
    <lj:music>Paramore - Until tomorrow</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;on thursday night when i was trying to sleep i found myself lying in bed in the dark looking at the ceiling, but seeing as i was in the dark i wasn't actually looking at anything but darkness. i couldn't sleep obviously because like i just don't do that so i tried to pick one topic in my head to think about and discuss, i might add now that one of the main reasons i couldn't sleep was because i had too much crap on my mind, so i tried to pick one thing to think about, one thing that i wanted to take some time and try and figure it out, i realized i kept on switching topics when i finally got to the topic i wanted to think about all this random irrelevant bullshit kept smashing its way into my head a kicking about on my topic. then i got annoyed and decided it was too late in the night &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(actually early morning)&lt;/span&gt; to write a blog so i got my phone and typed out everything that was flying about in my head &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(or at least the topics i could concentrate on)&lt;/span&gt; and i ended up using up 21 text messages&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/nerdy.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt; and at the end of it i was tired enough to sleep&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/hyper.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt; so it works well, i suggest it if you can't sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;the shizzle i came up with was as follows, i guess the overall theme of my topics are relationships and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;The first thing i was thinking about was &lt;font size="4" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sister and her boyfriend's relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, one day, having one of very few conversations with her, i asked her about her relationship with her fella. they had no inside jokes, no special memories, no sentimentalness, nothing personal. i was like &lt;font size="4" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zOmFgawh lyk wtf??!/1&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/lazy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;" /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;i even asked her what he liked and she said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"i dunno...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;it made me think about all the people i know in relationships at this time and the difference between my sister's relationship and my friends' relationships, my friends all have sentimental, really personal inside jokey relationships and my sister has nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;" /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;for Christmas she spent like 500 euro on him or something, my friends that are in relationships spent max like...30 squid? and i'm pretty sure my friends' presents for their "other halves" were a lot nicer and more personal than the shit my sister got her boyfriend. it's like she thinks spending money on him makes them a strong couple? by buying him a phone and clothes and all that shit means she loves him more than other couples? i think it's the opposite, someone who's in a relationship and can't think of something clever or sentimental to get their "other half" that they know they'll love and appreciate so much more than a shiney plastic phone that'll break once it rains. maybe that's just it, maybe my sister being your stereotypical 'skanger/ilivetogooutandgetpissedandstonedattheweekend hairdresser' doesn't need to get her stereotypical 'pretty boy, not so bright, footballer boyfriend' stuff that might actually make him think she really thought about what to buy him, i'm sure he's happy with this material crap and if she gave him a football with little personal messages on it he'd be like "YE WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA? FUCK OFF!11!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;" /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;anyway the point of this topic is that i would actually hate to be in a relationship with someone who doesn't put the effort into little things like that, people who think buying expensive things shows how much you know your boyfriend or girlfriend are twats, they don't think outside the box, they stick to the boring, modern day gadgets and clothes. A real relationship is buying something simple, a mug, a kettle, a blank t-shirt and turning it into something amazing that will put a real smile on that person's face and that will show them just how much you know and understand and love them. Can&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i get an amen my sistahs?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;the next thing i have typed down on my phone are &lt;font size="4" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grown ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. I don't get them...why do they complain so much? they complain about everything and then two seconds later they'd say the exact same complaint as they had before.&lt;br /&gt;me, my mam and my dad were going to watch a dvd a few nights ago and we turned it on, my dad was controlling the remote and the warning comes up about how you're not allowed to pirate copy or resell or rob the idea of the dvd and all that jazz, and then the one about how neither the makers or employees of this dvd agrees or disagrees with the opinions or statements in this dvd. BLAH BLAH BLAH, yeah it's a waste of time and boring to your average person but not to adults! to adults it's one of the most irritating things on the planet! even though they know they can't do anything about it they're still determined to try and fast forward it, they know they're not able to, they know that if they try and little disc icon with the line going through it will come up but noooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;they have to at least try, they probably think maybe this one time it'll&amp;nbsp; work or maybe if they press it enough or press it hard enough it'll work, well sorry to break it to you lads BUT IT'S NOT GOING TO FUCKING WORK, GERROVER IT! this happened to my dad, those notices came up, he says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"uhg i hate these things, that's why i prefer videos, they're YOUR videos, you can fast forward and rewind as much as you like, these discs are crap"&lt;/span&gt;, it's okay the first time, you just think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ah sure leave them alone they're old they probably think they'll die before the noitce is over"&lt;/span&gt; but the 4th or 5th time in a row on the same dvd gets a bit old.&lt;br /&gt;why can't they just wait the whatever, 15 fucking seconds until the notice is over, then you can fast forward all you like.&lt;br /&gt;another time, in the airport coming back from New York, it's an airport...naturally there would be lines yeah? you'd think everyone would know that, ESPECIALLY my parents, two people who used to work in an airport O.o anyway we're waiting in the check in line and it's pretty big, there's americans there so there'd obviously be less room to move than normal &lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/drunk.gif" /&gt; and then it starts &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"why don't they open up another check in desk? we'll be here for ages, we're going to miss the plane, this is ridiculous, will i go up and tell them to open another desk? they probably won't listen, god i remember when you could just arrive at the check in desk 10 minutes before your flight left and you'd still be right on time, tut tut tut"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG GO DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;and then after 5 minutes of moaning to eachother they find an irish couple behind us who wants to join in the old people bitch, so then the four of them start talking about how the world's gone to shit and 'back in the day' how amazing it was.&lt;br /&gt;srsly dudes, i aint growing up. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;kjdgfjdklffjksdlfjsdlkjklfsdjfklsdf fsnfklsngflkfsnjlj&lt;br /&gt;OKAY&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/giddy.gif" /&gt; i feel so much better now. i love blogs. i wonder if anyone will read this, i'd say it's gonna be bloody big. LIKE MY COCK. it's funny how people can be too lazy to read things, i like reading things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK SAKE I JUST PRESSED SOMETHING AND PRESSED BACK AND THE BASTARDS DELETED THE OTHER TWO TOPICS I HAD WRITTEN anjkasdhklsa &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- hey look, i'm a grown up -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;never fear, i'll just write it all out again, i'm grand because im not a grown up thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;sexual dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's next on the agenda &lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/horny.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do we have them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's the point? are they just to tease us? or to annoy us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;well actually what's up with all dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;no, i want to stick with sexual dreams for now ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've only ever had sexual dreams about two people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i never actually had sex in any of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hence why i'm calling them sexual dreams not sex dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've never had one with a celebrity either or ha. YES :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;eeeeh so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and why are they soooooooooo realistic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;like one time i actually could feel them kissing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kfkjflhd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S WEIRD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and surprisingly i've never had one dream with these two people in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've had more than one dream about these people though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;well as far as i can remember it's only ever been about these people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;if i have had one about someone else you musta been so shit that i can't remember ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha, i just realized how personal this is and that i probably shouldn't be writing this in a blog on myspace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AH WELL, i don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the people who were in the dreams already know who they are so WEVVA :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;just because i have the balls to say it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;actually i don't have balls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not literally...and not not literally? O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXACTLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;eeeeeh yeah okay that's enough of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEXUAL DREAMS ARE CLASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;end of. &lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/bouncey.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;dreams in general&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, 'Crack with them like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;it'd be fair class if like, you could control your dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i used to always tell myself before i went to sleep what to dream about and it only ever worked once, it freaked me the fuck out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;it only happened once though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;if i have bad dreams though, or NIGHTMARES &lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/enthralled.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;even though i don't get nightmares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i can tell myself to wake up and i do it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;so why can't i tell myself in the middle of the dream to change what happens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;we were talking about this in religion class on friday, God is a drug dealer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;that's what my r.e. teacher says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;apparently when we sleep we produce the same chemical as LSD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;so when you dream it's like you're on LSD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;so imagine dreaming a mad dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;but being in it when you're concious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;it'd be like a less scary Freddy Kruger movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So all you gotta do is LSD and you'd be dreaming except you'd be concious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;but then of course you'd pass out after and go into a coma for the rest of your life until they pull the plug on your junkie head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;but still it'd be pretty class to see what people would see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;SO LET'S ALL GO GET FUCKED ON LSD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;ye comin'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;NEEEEEEEEEEEEXT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;wishing on 11:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;i did it one time and 90% of it came true,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;it would have came true 100% but i was silly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;it also freaked me the fuck out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;i wonder why it's 11.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;personally i prefer 23:23, but sure that's just me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;i think it's stupid and that it was just a fluke that it kinda worked that one time,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;eeeeeh yeah okay not much else to say on this topic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;done and dusted.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(it's okay now, jana told me why it's 11 ^_^ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;the next thing i have on my phone is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="4" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;wanting people you can't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;eeeeem, yeah i dunno, some people only want people because they can't have them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;or maybe they just want them for a rebound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;WHO KNOWS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;some people just like the whole chase of people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;they like trying to impress them and make them laugh and win them over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;not only does it take up a lot of your time but it's all that you think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;you might spend weeks chasing some 'burd' you're into or some 'bloke' who's a f00king roooooide and once you get them you just don't know what to do then, you're just like 'okay...ehhhh bye then'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;IT'S BOLLOCKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;some people even convince themselves that they're in love with that person just because they really really want them, maybe they're just in love with the chase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;and then there's the whole IN LOVE thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;That's a completely different topic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="4" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt; love love love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;, it fucks people up the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;like, what is it? i don't think anyone knows, i don't even think the people who claim to be 'in love' know, because like, if no one knows what it is, how do people know that they're in it? i once thought i was in it, i was completely convinced, i even told people i was but like, thinking back now i still don't know if i really was, i know i'd never even come close to feeling so strongly for someone but like, i don't know, i think people think that feeling you get when you see that person and talk to that person and even when someone mentions that person's name, that feeling of like...i don't know how to describe it, as if your tummy just goes... pop. and then you get the nice butterflies and the excited nervousness and the thingly warm feeling...or was that just me ahaha? WELL whatever it was, i think people think that's being 'in love', maybe people just fall in love with that feeling? it's probably the closest most people get to feeling truely happy, maybe people fall in love with true happiness? or maybe being in love is being with the person that gives you true happiness? i honestly don't know and i don't think i ever will fully know. that sounds like i think i'll never fall in love but I DON'T KNOW. it hurts my head to think about it too much, oh god im confused now, shit. hahaha. some mighty deep shizzle roysh there goys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;alright let's move on from the confusing stuffs yessoms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YES. OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;someone should make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;a machine&lt;/span&gt; that takes the tiredness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you will feel the next morning and gives it to you the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;before... so you can fall asleep quickly then wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in the morning and not be tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;comprendé?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Because i'm always not tired in the night time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(maybe because i slept a bit during the day but THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT shush!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but i'm always REALLY tired in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and during the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and in the evening O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;basically i'm tired everytime other than the time i'm supposed to be tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it's kinda like wanting the person you can't have, you want to sleep whenever you're not supposed to and when you're actually supposed to sleep you don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;IT'S ONE BIG MUTHA FUCKA OF A VICIOUS CYCLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="6" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="6" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="6" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;well it's the last topic i have written down on my phone, i might come up with more when im done, aha omg this blog is FUCKING HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;bigger than i thought it would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-INSERT FUNNY INNUENDOS HERE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;valentine's day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;is it bullcrap or is it good?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;like, i think, if you really like someone or really love someone&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;you wouldn't just pick one random, actually meaningless day of the year to show that person that, you should show that person how much they mean to you and how much you like/love them everyday you're with them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;It's just another day for the big corporations to make money on the saps like my sister and her boyfriend that believe in it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;just to let all of you lovely people know, i don't actually hate everyone and everything about my family, i've kinda been mean to them in this blog, i do love them, more than anything but they're just knobheads sometimes :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Adam Sandler owns Vinnie Jones' ass</title>
    <published>2008-03-16T23:03:18Z</published>
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    <content type="html">now im just posting blogs for the sake of posting blogs but im watching The Longest Yard yeah, and if you haven't seen it I'll have to stab you, but like they're playing American football and from what I can see so far, all the players have to do is try and get the ball as close as possible to the other teams touch down line before they get squished... and when they get back up they just seem to do it all again. &lt;br /&gt;I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#0000ff"&gt;RUBGY IS BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;i just ate popcornnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this movie has bad continuity, the guy with the black line under his eye, even though they all have black lines under their eyes, THAT GUY you know the one, okay i've lost what I was saying &lt;br /&gt;BUT IT'S BAD CONTINUITY MATE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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