<?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-5994571</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:10:31.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>w 0 n d e r L a n d</title><subtitle type='html'>quotes.. lyrics.. you kno the deal..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-108892325160507550</id><published>2004-07-04T02:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T12:12:26.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Mae - Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; annoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; why arent i sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; Remember the caterpillar and the butterfly? People change. Look into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; ew. my cat's drinking the water out of the fish bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i &lt;i&gt;shake&lt;/i&gt; this off&lt;br /&gt;pretend it's all &lt;b&gt;okay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that there's someone&lt;br /&gt;out there who feels &lt;br /&gt;just like me. &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#990000&gt;there is.&lt;/font color=#990000&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// box car racer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as we see some &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#3399CC&gt;sky&lt;/font color=#3399CC&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turn my head and then&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;i&gt;close&lt;/i&gt; my eyes. i know&lt;br /&gt;that this won't end. it's&lt;br /&gt;just finding out the&lt;br /&gt;right way to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// the early november&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt;, not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fear&lt;/i&gt;, that someday you&lt;br /&gt;are going to die. untill&lt;br /&gt;you know that and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990000&gt;embrace&lt;/font color=#990000&gt; that, you are&lt;br /&gt;useless. &lt;b&gt;// fight club&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=#00CC00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;we spend our whole lives&lt;br /&gt;searching for all the &lt;br /&gt;things we think we want&lt;/font color=#00CC00&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// the ataris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh,&lt;/i&gt; instincts are misleading&lt;br /&gt;you shouldn't think what&lt;br /&gt;you're &lt;font color=#3399CC&gt;feeling&lt;/font color=#3399CC&gt;. they don't&lt;br /&gt;tell you what you know you&lt;br /&gt;should want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// death cab for cutie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you told me on your &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#990000&gt;birthday&lt;/font color=#990000&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;all the things that this place&lt;br /&gt;has done to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your hands on me, &lt;b&gt;pressing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard aganist your &lt;font color=#336699&gt;jeans&lt;/font color=#336699&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;your &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;tongue&lt;/font color=#FF0000&gt; in my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;trying to keep the words&lt;br /&gt;from coming out, you &lt;br /&gt;didn't &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#990000&gt;care&lt;/font color=#990000&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to know, who&lt;br /&gt;else may have been &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// bright eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-108892325160507550?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108892325160507550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108892325160507550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108892325160507550' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-108843947467382058</id><published>2004-06-28T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T12:17:54.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v309/xxbrittney/vagina.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-108843947467382058?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108843947467382058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108843947467382058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108843947467382058' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-108830583018251792</id><published>2004-06-26T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T23:13:19.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Silverchair - Anna's Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; i always say im tired. i always am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; You know your limits, but does everyone else? It's up to you to speak up if you aren't feeling comfortable about where things are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; just a quick post because this song is too good not to be shared. more so the lyrics but the song is pretty damn good too. read all the way through. it looks like it repeats but it doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Spill Canvas - Tide&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And there's three, count 'em three&lt;br /&gt; children playing on the beach&lt;br /&gt; They were eager to learn,&lt;br /&gt; to be taught and to teach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There's Veronica&lt;br /&gt; She's biting her lip&lt;br /&gt; as she watches the waves turn white at the tip&lt;br /&gt; And there's Vada&lt;br /&gt; Radiating with joy&lt;br /&gt; and luckily she still can't stand the sight of a boy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color="#990000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And lastly there's Dade&lt;br /&gt; His hair dances in the wind&lt;br /&gt; and he's wondering what love is&lt;br /&gt; And why it has to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And he can't understand&lt;br /&gt; how everyone goes on breathing when true love ends&lt;br /&gt; His mother whispers quietly..&lt;/font color="#990000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color="#CC0000"&gt; Heaven's not a place that you go when you die&lt;br /&gt; It's that moment in life when you actually feel alive&lt;br /&gt; So live for the moment&lt;br /&gt; And take this advice, live by every word&lt;br /&gt; Love is just a hoax so forget anything that you have heard&lt;br /&gt; and live for the moment now&lt;/font color="#CC0000"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And there's three, count 'em three&lt;br /&gt; children growing on the beach&lt;br /&gt; They were eager to learn,&lt;br /&gt; to be taught and to teach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There's Veronica&lt;br /&gt; She's licking her lips&lt;br /&gt; as she waits for her real, first passionate kiss&lt;br /&gt; And there's Vada&lt;br /&gt; Can't admit her jealousy&lt;br /&gt; of her sister Veronica, and how she's so pretty&lt;br /&gt; Lastly there's Dade&lt;br /&gt; Still sitting on the dock&lt;br /&gt; Ponders his life, and he skips his rocks&lt;br /&gt; And he wonders when his father will return&lt;br /&gt; but he's not coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And he can't understand&lt;br /&gt; how everyone goes on breathing when true love ends&lt;br /&gt; His mother whispers quietly..&lt;br /&gt; Heaven's not a place that you go when you die&lt;br /&gt; It's that moment in life when you actually feel alive&lt;br /&gt; So live for the moment&lt;br /&gt; And take this advice, live by every word&lt;br /&gt; Love is just a hoax so forget everything that you have heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And there's three, count 'em three&lt;br /&gt; children missing from the beach&lt;br /&gt; They were eager to learn,&lt;br /&gt; to be taught and to teach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color="#990000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But the sad thing&lt;br /&gt; is that they never lived pass the age of fifteen&lt;br /&gt; due to neglect from their mother&lt;br /&gt; Who was bed ridden by her ex-lover, their father&lt;br /&gt; She didn't even notice, or pay much attention&lt;br /&gt; as the tide came in and swept her three into the ocean&lt;br /&gt; Now all her advice, it seems useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No, heaven's not a place that you go when you die&lt;br /&gt; It's that moment in life when you touch her and feel alive&lt;br /&gt; So live for the moment&lt;br /&gt; And take this advice, live by every word&lt;br /&gt; Love's completly real, so forget anything you've heard&lt;br /&gt; and live for the moment now&lt;/font color="#990000"&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-108830583018251792?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108830583018251792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108830583018251792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108830583018251792' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-108752967057006682</id><published>2004-06-17T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T23:35:37.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Radiohead - Amnesaic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; fish are so cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; You have the mouthpiece and the whole world is listening. So make it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; what the fuck kind of horoscope is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;  but i am too weak to be your cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  i know forever &lt;u&gt;isnt&lt;/u&gt; long&lt;br /&gt;  enough to &lt;b&gt;forget&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;br /&gt;  faces and places that &lt;br /&gt;  played out your &lt;i&gt;tragedy&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;  our memory defeats us&lt;br /&gt;  all. &lt;b&gt;// boys night out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  when my friends all say&lt;br /&gt;  im &lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt;, maybe im&lt;br /&gt;  being selfish. maybe&lt;br /&gt;  im just &lt;u&gt;scared&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;// the get up kids&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;i guess this is what they call killing yourself in small doses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  dreams are always crushing&lt;br /&gt;  when they don't come true.&lt;br /&gt;  but it's the &lt;u&gt;simple&lt;/u&gt; dreams&lt;br /&gt;  that are often the most&lt;br /&gt;  painful because they seem&lt;br /&gt;  so personal, so resonable,&lt;br /&gt;  so &lt;b&gt;attainable&lt;/b&gt;. you're always&lt;br /&gt;  close enough to touch, but&lt;br /&gt;  never quite close enough&lt;br /&gt;  to hold, and it's enough to&lt;br /&gt;  break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;// nicholas sparks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  i'll need you now, more&lt;br /&gt;  like yesterday, the &lt;b&gt;last&lt;br /&gt;  day&lt;/b&gt; i could see you smile&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;// hawthorne heights&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;  &lt;b&gt;oh. why. cant. i. be. what. you. need.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  and i've become content&lt;br /&gt;  with this life that i lead&lt;br /&gt;  where i drink &lt;i&gt;too much&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  and don't believe in much&lt;br /&gt;  of anything and i &lt;u&gt;lie&lt;/u&gt; to&lt;br /&gt;  myself and say&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;" its for the best "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  we're moving forward&lt;br /&gt;  but we're holding&lt;br /&gt;  ourselves back, and &lt;br /&gt;  we're waiting on &lt;br /&gt;  something that will &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  come.. &lt;b&gt;// straylight run&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-108752967057006682?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108752967057006682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108752967057006682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108752967057006682' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-108563072184253076</id><published>2004-05-26T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T00:08:33.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Straylight Run - Existentialism On Prom Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; .. bad bad omens ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; eh.. its too late for this shit.. i read it this morning in tech photo.. it was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; as you can tell.. i'm currently having layout ADD.. but this one is pretty sick.. even though im too tired, annoyed and frustrated to figure out why the black box isnt holding the text and why the scrollbar isnt there and... *yAwN*... anyway.. still a sick layout.. its the old time texas chainsaw massacre.. not that shitty new version.. good nite all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sinking like a stone in the sea&lt;br /&gt;i'm burning like a bridge for your body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// brand new&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a &lt;u&gt;bad&lt;/u&gt; star, i'm&lt;br /&gt;falling faster down&lt;br /&gt;to him... he's the&lt;br /&gt;only one who knows&lt;br /&gt;what it is to &lt;b&gt;burn&lt;br /&gt;// finch (some words edited)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm talking to&lt;br /&gt;myself, i'd &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather be talking&lt;br /&gt;to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// brand new&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;the&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;sun&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;shines&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;sometimes&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;for&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// spitalfield&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;wrong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; we were&lt;br /&gt;to think immortality&lt;br /&gt;meant never dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// my chemical romance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choose your blade and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;carve&lt;/b&gt; your name into&lt;br /&gt;my heart.. &lt;i&gt;&lt;em&gt;soothe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt; the&lt;br /&gt;wounds and heal my scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// vendetta red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this is jack's wasted life&lt;br /&gt;// fight club&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like i really &lt;u&gt;deserve&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a chance to sit across the&lt;br /&gt;table and tell you that i&lt;br /&gt;think you're &lt;i&gt;&lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;i think you're &lt;i&gt;&lt;em&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; // juliana theory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;just tie the rope&lt;br /&gt;oh and kick the chair&lt;br /&gt;just leave me hanging &lt;br /&gt;there gasping for air&lt;br /&gt;yeah don't mind me &lt;br /&gt;three feet from the &lt;br /&gt;ceiling // the format&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-108563072184253076?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108563072184253076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108563072184253076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108563072184253076' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-108552983114976215</id><published>2004-05-25T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T20:03:51.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; AFI - The Leaving Song Part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; annoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; this is so eerily cheery compared to all my past layouts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; too lazy to get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; 12 days of school left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything worth having is worth waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidal waves, they rip&lt;br /&gt;right &lt;i&gt;through&lt;/i&gt; me...&lt;br /&gt;tears from eyes worn&lt;br /&gt;cold and sad. pick me&lt;br /&gt;up now, i need &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// blink 182&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's no storybook.&lt;br /&gt;love's an excuse to&lt;br /&gt;get hurt. do you like&lt;br /&gt;to hurt? &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;i&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hurt me. hurt me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// bright eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were me, you'd be screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;someone&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;shoot&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;b&gt;// bowling for soup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;be optomistic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the people you&lt;br /&gt;hate now are&lt;br /&gt;eventually going&lt;br /&gt;to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// tom green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i forgot&lt;br /&gt;to breathe for like&lt;br /&gt;the 6th time this &lt;br /&gt;week &lt;b&gt;// atreyu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;guaranteed&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;to&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;make&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;your&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;body&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;rock&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// beastie boys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i couldn't stay&lt;br /&gt;awake.. feels like&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;i&gt;drowning&lt;/i&gt; in this&lt;br /&gt;firewater lake...&lt;br /&gt;i won't be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;much tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// yellowcard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its time you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;took the chance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and put your hand&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;i&gt;mine&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// mxpx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;not another stupid little teenage fucking whore&lt;br /&gt;// senses fail&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-108552983114976215?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108552983114976215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108552983114976215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108552983114976215' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-108483797448771870</id><published>2004-05-17T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T19:52:54.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; The Postal Service - Clark Gable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; headache, cant think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; You may be looking for some new values in your personal life, dear Gemini. You are no longer interested in superficial or frivolous relationships today. You need to meet different kinds of people and to select those of your friends that are really worth keeping. So don't worry if you feel like taking a step back to get some perspective on things, because this is the time to do it. Relationships are too important to you for you to neglect them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; frivolous reminds me of fribbles (spelling?) from Friendlys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because if my life &lt;i&gt;wasn't&lt;/i&gt; a mess...&lt;br /&gt;well... &lt;b&gt;it wouldn't be mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and me, you know that we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we're always funny&lt;/i&gt;, in that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;car&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;crash&lt;/u&gt; sort of way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// boys night out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's your &lt;u&gt;valentine&lt;/u&gt;, bouquet&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;i&gt;clumsy words&lt;/i&gt;, a simple melody,&lt;br /&gt;this world's an &lt;b&gt;ugly&lt;/b&gt; place, but&lt;br /&gt;you're so &lt;i&gt;beautiful&lt;/i&gt; to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// blink 182&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the more you suffer, the more it shows you really care&lt;br /&gt;// the offspring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm &lt;b&gt;screaming&lt;/b&gt; at the top of &lt;br /&gt;my lungs, pretending the echoes&lt;br /&gt;belong to &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt;... someone i&lt;br /&gt;used to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// the postal service&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why someone&lt;br /&gt;doesn't throw a big black&lt;br /&gt;umbrella over our heads&lt;br /&gt;and pull us all in out of&lt;br /&gt;the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// a prozac nation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day you'll see the clear blue, beyond the gray sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// 311&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you smile, i melt inside,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not worthy of a minute of&lt;br /&gt;your time, i really wish it was&lt;br /&gt;only me and you, i'm jealous&lt;br /&gt;of everybody in the room,&lt;br /&gt;please don't look at me with&lt;br /&gt;those eyes, please don't hint&lt;br /&gt;that you're capable of lies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// blink 182&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even if we don't have the&lt;br /&gt;power to choose where we &lt;u&gt;come&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;from&lt;/u&gt;, we can still choose where&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;u&gt;go&lt;/u&gt; from there. we can still &lt;b&gt;do&lt;br /&gt;things&lt;/b&gt;. and we can &lt;i&gt;try to feel&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;/i&gt; about them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// the perks of being a wallflower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;color the coast with your smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the most genuine thing i've ever seen &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// dashboard confessional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-108483797448771870?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108483797448771870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108483797448771870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108483797448771870' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-108320567957991619</id><published>2004-04-28T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T22:33:04.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Brand New - Failure by Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; Your life certainly seems to revolve around human contact. You're an outgoing, cheerful, engaging conversationalist who enjoys bringing people together. Oddly, though, lately you've been yearning to be alone. Today, dear Gemini, do not ignore any urge you feel for circumspection. Even though it is an unusual need for you, it is still a valid one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; circumspection.. interesting word..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i kill myself because im so frustrated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i go &lt;b&gt;forwards&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you go &lt;u&gt;backwards&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;somewhere&lt;/i&gt; we will meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// radiohead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever makes you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt;. whatever you&lt;br /&gt;want. you're so &lt;b&gt;fucking&lt;br /&gt;special&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;i wish i was&lt;br /&gt;special&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;// radiohead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i marvel at the stars... and feel my heart &lt;i&gt;overflow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my problem is, you&lt;br /&gt;make me &lt;i&gt;melt&lt;/i&gt;, and&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;frozen&lt;/u&gt; anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;//incubus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all your plastic&lt;br /&gt;people with plastic&lt;br /&gt;hearts and smiles..&lt;br /&gt;they had the worst&lt;br /&gt;intentions after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// death cab for cutie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;as i'm waiting around for you... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pill to make you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;numb&lt;/i&gt;, a pill to make&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;u&gt;dumb&lt;/u&gt;, a pill to&lt;br /&gt;make you &lt;b&gt;anybody&lt;br /&gt;else&lt;/b&gt;, but all the&lt;br /&gt;drugs in this world&lt;br /&gt;won't save her from&lt;br /&gt;herself.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// marilyn manson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my baby, im afarid im fallin for you&lt;/b&gt; // &lt;b&gt;weezer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends all call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, cause i stay up&lt;br /&gt;late anticipating, and&lt;br /&gt;planning for the day i&lt;br /&gt;sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// brand new&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again.. pretending&lt;br /&gt;not to care.. but i&lt;br /&gt;care &lt;b&gt;// starting line&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and the sidewalk ended,&lt;br /&gt;but as she turned around&lt;br /&gt;she realized life didn't&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-108320567957991619?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108320567957991619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108320567957991619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108320567957991619' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-108175270532176190</id><published>2004-04-12T02:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T02:55:38.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Muse - Plug In Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; moodless - if thats possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; why am i still awake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; A great deal of luck and prosperity is within your grasp at this time, dear Gemini. The only problem is that you might not even notice it because you are so caught up in some emotional drama that is occupying your entire being. Do not concern yourself with issues that do not directly pertain to you. Your time and energy are too precious. Keep your mind focused on your biggest goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; happy belated easter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing worse than being &lt;i&gt;ordinary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// american beauty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the past is like&lt;br /&gt;an &lt;b&gt;anchor&lt;/b&gt; holding us&lt;br /&gt;back. maybe you have&lt;br /&gt;to let go of who you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; to become who&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// sex and the city&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make collect calls&lt;br /&gt;to home to tell them&lt;br /&gt;that i realize that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt; who lives&lt;br /&gt;will someday &lt;b&gt;die&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;die&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;alone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// brand new&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's in their own personal coma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// diary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amd for a moment&lt;br /&gt;you felt &lt;u&gt;important&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not in your &lt;i&gt;heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// sensefield&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;just for the record,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing when people&lt;br /&gt;are only &lt;u&gt;pretending&lt;/u&gt; to&lt;br /&gt;like you isn't such a&lt;br /&gt;great skill to have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// diary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'll eat your heart out  // senses fail&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes like that sore on&lt;br /&gt;the roof of your mouth&lt;br /&gt;that would heal if you&lt;br /&gt;could &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;stop&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;tounging&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;it&lt;/u&gt;... &lt;b&gt;// fight club&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say what you want, say&lt;br /&gt;what you mean, question&lt;br /&gt;yourself, &lt;b&gt;are you really&lt;br /&gt;what you seem?&lt;/b&gt; say who&lt;br /&gt;you are, say what you&lt;br /&gt;mean, question yourself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;are you really what you&lt;br /&gt;dream?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;// dispatch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm in love with &lt;b&gt;too many things&lt;/b&gt;, and i hate &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// papa roach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;we all die.&lt;/b&gt; the goal isn't&lt;br /&gt;to live forever, the goal&lt;br /&gt;is to create something&lt;br /&gt;that will.. &lt;b&gt;// diary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so nice sitting very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;still&lt;/u&gt; in a room where no&lt;br /&gt;one else can feel the&lt;br /&gt;pain that &lt;b&gt;breaks&lt;/b&gt; my&lt;br /&gt;heart each day.. i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// senses fail&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-108175270532176190?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108175270532176190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108175270532176190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108175270532176190' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-108170005224899425</id><published>2004-04-11T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T17:22:01.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time..... there was a picture here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you blogger. you're a silly bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-108170005224899425?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108170005224899425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108170005224899425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108170005224899425' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-108154399805423755</id><published>2004-04-09T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T11:51:22.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Muse - Time Is Running Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; cheery =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; could it be? is summer coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; You might find that your energy comes in strong, erratic bursts today, dear Gemini. Don't be surprised if you are high as a kite one moment and then down in the dumps the next. Even if you are driving everyone crazy with your yo-yo like behavior, don't let this stop you from keeping on in this fashion. You are probably able to keep very good track of the dozens of things that are going on around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; so sad the alice in wonderland layout stopped working.. oh well, i needed change anyway.. it was just so incredibly nice out today that i decided to stay home and sleep in the sun instead of going to work =) the sun put me in such a good mood.. or maybe its just my 'yo-yo behavior'.. heh xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have learned so much since you've been &lt;i&gt;gone&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its so &lt;b&gt;overrated&lt;/b&gt; in&lt;br /&gt;not saying how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;so you end up watching&lt;br /&gt;chances &lt;i&gt;fade&lt;/i&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;wondering what's real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// michelle branch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a charming,&lt;br /&gt;beautiful exterior,&lt;br /&gt;laced with brilliant &lt;br /&gt;smiles and shining eyes.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;33&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i love sleep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life has this tendency to fall apart when im awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, peter pan&lt;br /&gt;pulled off tinkerbell's&lt;br /&gt;wings so she could &lt;br /&gt;never leave.. sometimes&lt;br /&gt;love is just another way&lt;br /&gt;to bleed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things change and friends&lt;br /&gt;leave. &lt;b&gt;life doesn't stop&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;u&gt;anybody&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;// the perks of being a wallflower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people do it every day. they talk to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;they see themselves as they'd like to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// fight club&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm dying to know..&lt;/b&gt; do&lt;br /&gt;you, do you like &lt;i&gt;dreaming&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of things &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;impossible&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;or onlt the practical, or&lt;br /&gt;ever the &lt;b&gt;wild&lt;/b&gt;, or waiting&lt;br /&gt;through all your &lt;i&gt;bad, bad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days just to end them&lt;br /&gt;with, someone you care&lt;br /&gt;about.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;// dashboard confessional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-108154399805423755?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108154399805423755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108154399805423755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108154399805423755' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-108101886573923483</id><published>2004-04-03T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T16:24:57.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Lo Pro - Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; .. blank ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; dont wanna go to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; irrelevant.. not bothering to put it in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; spring break &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the stars.. look how they shine for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// coldplay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice came to a fork in the&lt;br /&gt;road. "&lt;i&gt;Which fork do I take?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;she asked. "&lt;i&gt;Where do you&lt;br /&gt;want to go?&lt;/i&gt;" responded the&lt;br /&gt;Chesire Cat. "&lt;i&gt;I don't know,&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Alice answered. "&lt;i&gt;Then,&lt;/i&gt;" said&lt;br /&gt;the Cat, &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It doesn't much matter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// Alice in Wonderland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like sawdust, the&lt;br /&gt;unhappiness; it infiltrated&lt;br /&gt;everything. Everything was&lt;br /&gt;a problem, everything made&lt;br /&gt;her cry - school, homework,&lt;br /&gt;boyfriends, the future, the&lt;br /&gt;lack of future, the uncertainity&lt;br /&gt;of future, fear of future,&lt;br /&gt;fear in general - it was so&lt;br /&gt;hard to say exactly what the&lt;br /&gt;problem was in the first&lt;br /&gt;place.. &lt;b&gt;// The Dead Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if you could go back in time&lt;br /&gt;and take all those hours of pain and darkness,&lt;br /&gt;and replace them with something better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// Donnie Darko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a big &lt;b&gt;faker,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i've been putting&lt;br /&gt;my life back together and&lt;br /&gt;nobody knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// The Perks of Being A Wallflower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a day and a reason&lt;br /&gt;why i should not believe in&lt;br /&gt;anything anymore. what's&lt;br /&gt;this for? my time well spent,&lt;br /&gt;i've got all these memories&lt;br /&gt;that i cannot believe in&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont know where i've&lt;br /&gt;been all these years.. all&lt;br /&gt;these years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// The Early November&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know its &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;not so easy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're all alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// The Early November&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like, there's this one&lt;br /&gt;person that you want to&lt;br /&gt;be for other people, to &lt;br /&gt;make them &lt;i&gt;happy&lt;/i&gt; and to&lt;br /&gt;make them &lt;u&gt;proud&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;of&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;and then there's yourself.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes it's hard&lt;br /&gt;to tell where one &lt;b&gt;ends&lt;/b&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;the other &lt;i&gt;begins&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing on the edge of the &lt;br /&gt;morning, scent of sex and&lt;br /&gt;New Found Glory playing as&lt;br /&gt;she pulls back her hair. she&lt;br /&gt;drives away. she's feeling&lt;br /&gt;worthless, used but nothing's&lt;br /&gt;different. she'd stay the night&lt;br /&gt;but knows he doesnt care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// Something Corporate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talk Shit - Spit Blood. It's A Valuable Lesson.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-108101886573923483?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108101886573923483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/108101886573923483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108101886573923483' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107931501262593207</id><published>2004-03-14T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T13:41:12.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Trapt - Echo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; t-shirt, shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; -_- eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; what a dissapointing horoscope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; What exactly is your hurry? You're so fixated on procedure that the quality of your experience goes unnoticed. Get used to the dominant reality -- it's going to be with you for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;he takes me in his arms.. and then..&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;i wake up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// sleeping beauty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; much better&lt;br /&gt;when you're &lt;i&gt;dreaming&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// the youth ahead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been up all night long&lt;br /&gt;counting days that all went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wrong&lt;/u&gt;. i opened my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;window. i &lt;i&gt;wish&lt;/i&gt; this pain&lt;br /&gt;was &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;//box car racer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you just need to be &lt;b&gt;loved&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to feel &lt;i&gt;beautiful&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// Guitar Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm spinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;out&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;of&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;control&lt;/u&gt;, trying to&lt;br /&gt;focus but everything's&lt;br /&gt;twisted. and all along i&lt;br /&gt;thought you would be&lt;br /&gt;there, to let me know&lt;br /&gt;i'm not &lt;i&gt;alone&lt;/i&gt;... but in&lt;br /&gt;fact, that's &lt;b&gt;exactly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// hoobastank&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;but i can smile and i&lt;br /&gt;hope that you can see&lt;br /&gt;this heart behind my&lt;br /&gt;tired eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// dido&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;unprepared&lt;/b&gt; for a life full of &lt;u&gt;lies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;failing&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;relationships&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// brand new&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes when i&lt;br /&gt;go to bed and i &lt;i&gt;dream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of angels who make&lt;br /&gt;me smile. i feel &lt;b&gt;better&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i hear them say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;everything will be&lt;br /&gt;wonderful &lt;b&gt;someday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// everclear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's only one cloud&lt;br /&gt;in the sky, and it's&lt;br /&gt;raining on me.. somehow&lt;br /&gt;i'm not suprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// eeyore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107931501262593207?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107931501262593207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107931501262593207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107931501262593207' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107887951295852613</id><published>2004-03-09T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T20:34:37.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Dashboard Confessional - Rapid Hope Loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; lacrosse stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; colddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; *blank*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; not interesting.. so not bothering to put it in today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; um.. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the game of seduction.. there is only one rule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;fall&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;in&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;// Cruel Intentions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a &lt;em&gt;lover&lt;/em&gt; i don't&lt;br /&gt;have to &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;.. i want a&lt;br /&gt;boy who's &lt;em&gt;so drunk&lt;/em&gt;, he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;doesn't&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;talk&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;// bright eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's an &lt;em&gt;emptiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside of her, and she'd&lt;br /&gt;do anything to fill it in,&lt;br /&gt;but all the colors mix&lt;br /&gt;together to &lt;strong&gt;gray&lt;/strong&gt;, and it&lt;br /&gt;breaks her heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;// dave matthews band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's one of those days. again. // eeyore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. is the rug they pull&lt;br /&gt;out from under you.. love&lt;br /&gt;is lucy &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; lifitng the&lt;br /&gt;football at the last second&lt;br /&gt;so charlie brown &lt;strong&gt;falls on&lt;br /&gt;his ass&lt;/strong&gt;. love is something&lt;br /&gt;that every time you believe&lt;br /&gt;in it, &lt;em&gt;it goes away&lt;/em&gt;. love is&lt;br /&gt;for suckers and i'm &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to be a sucker &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;// good in bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say you need to &lt;em&gt;pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to go to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;but they &lt;strong&gt;don't &lt;/strong&gt;tell you what&lt;br /&gt;to say when your whole life&lt;br /&gt;has gone to &lt;u&gt;hell&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;// brand new&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be so nice if something &lt;br /&gt;made sense for a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;// alice in wonderland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you've ever&lt;br /&gt;felt like that. that you wanted&lt;br /&gt;to sleep for a thousand years.&lt;br /&gt;or just not exist. or just not&lt;br /&gt;be aware that you do exist.&lt;br /&gt;or something like that. i think&lt;br /&gt;wanting that is very morbid,&lt;br /&gt;but i want it when i get like&lt;br /&gt;this. that's why i'm trying&lt;br /&gt;not to think. i just want it&lt;br /&gt;all to stop spinning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;// the perks of being a wallflower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only &lt;strong&gt;after &lt;/strong&gt;you've lost everything&lt;br /&gt;that you're free to do &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;// fight club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dusk, i realized then, is just&lt;br /&gt;an illusion, because the sun is&lt;br /&gt;either above the horizon or&lt;br /&gt;below it. and that means that &lt;br /&gt;day and night are linked in a &lt;br /&gt;way that few things are; there&lt;br /&gt;cannot be one without the other,&lt;br /&gt;yet they cannot exist at the&lt;br /&gt;same time. how would it feel,&lt;br /&gt;to be always together, yet&lt;br /&gt;forever apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;// nicholas sparks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this quote reminds me of someone....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107887951295852613?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107887951295852613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107887951295852613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107887951295852613' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107827954161876654</id><published>2004-03-02T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T19:39:33.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Deborah Cox - Play Your Part (techno remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; t-shirt, jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; sick =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; interesting horoscope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; You've been avoiding an uncomfortable discussion, and it's time to let your feelings be known. Instead of just going home and waiting for things to blow over, talk it through casually over lunch or dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; i think im sick... its getting nice out... lacrosse starts soon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you make me feel like i am whole again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after awhile.. you &lt;br /&gt;can &lt;u&gt;make&lt;/u&gt; yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;believe&lt;/i&gt; in almost&lt;br /&gt;anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// saves the day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes if you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; want to&lt;br /&gt;make thing work,&lt;br /&gt;you have to keep&lt;br /&gt;your mouth &lt;u&gt;shut&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and put your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;aside...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; you &lt;br /&gt;because i &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; i cant have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// bridges of madison county&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the stars just &lt;b&gt;sit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there and glimmer like&lt;br /&gt;they don't notice how&lt;br /&gt;we're &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;dying&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; inside..&lt;br /&gt;and the rain still pours&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;mocks&lt;/u&gt; us in our death..&lt;br /&gt;and the world goes on &lt;br /&gt;when all the hearts are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;broken..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live on a little planet&lt;br /&gt;called &lt;b&gt;reality&lt;/b&gt;.. where&lt;br /&gt;things like that [love]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;happen&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// bed of roses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dont fall in love, you cant get hurt.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;but it sure is lonley all by yourself...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// now and then&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much i've&lt;br /&gt;felt i should say.. but&lt;br /&gt;even if your heart&lt;br /&gt;would listen.. i doubt&lt;br /&gt;i could explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// jimmy eat world&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could have &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; job&lt;br /&gt;in the world, i'd be a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;professional&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;Cinderella&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// girl interrupted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107827954161876654?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107827954161876654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107827954161876654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107827954161876654' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107776439755985682</id><published>2004-02-25T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T21:04:04.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Yellowcard - Breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; t-shirt, jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; spacey -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; *blank*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt;Your friends may notice that you're not your usual cheery self today, dear Gemini. A fit of gloom may have descended on you. You're probably doubting everything that's happening in your life. No matter how promising career, romance, and money matters appear, you might just feel that you're not going anywhere with any of it. Treat yourself today. Get a massage, relax in a hot tub, and rub and soak out those doubting spirits. That'll get you through the day, and tomorrow you'll be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; bleeehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the life you live.. live the life you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i ever wanted was&lt;br /&gt;to pick apart the day,&lt;br /&gt;put the pieces back&lt;br /&gt;together my way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// aesop rock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screws fall out all the &lt;br /&gt;time.. the world is an &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;imperfect&lt;/u&gt; place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all else fails.. &lt;b&gt;keep breathing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;fuck&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt;! fuck making it&lt;br /&gt;better. &lt;b&gt;it's not getting&lt;br /&gt;better&lt;/b&gt;! i don't know how&lt;br /&gt;to make it better and i&lt;br /&gt;swear to God you don't&lt;br /&gt;either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// when a man loves a woman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of life? that's&lt;br /&gt;easy. the meaning of life&lt;br /&gt;is to be happy, try not to&lt;br /&gt;hurt people, and &lt;b&gt;hope&lt;/b&gt; that&lt;br /&gt;you fall in &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling in love is so hard on the knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// aerosmith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107776439755985682?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107776439755985682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107776439755985682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107776439755985682' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107644321553566852</id><published>2004-02-10T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T22:03:14.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Ingrid - You Promised Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; t-shirt, jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; perkyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; my horoscope is long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; What would happen if you just simply decided to take care of yourself today, dear Gemini? This is what the planets are trying to tell you. You need to relax, to be taken care of, and to close you eyes and dream or fall asleep. Leave those daily tasks behind you. You need peace and quiet. Lie down and empty your mind of all your worries. You don't need to act, you don't need to react, just lie down and relax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; God! today was SO boring! the result of me taking a little too much Nyquil at 3 PM is my 16 hours of sleep and not enough body power to move and go to school in the morning... instead, i stayed home, watched FUSE and listened to party 105. the most productive thing i did all day.. was plucking my eyebrows.. and the most exciting thing that happened to me all day.. was finding Tony the Tiger stickers in my Frosted Flakes box.. ha.. hope everyone's day was just as exciting as mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our generation has had no &lt;u&gt;Great&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;War&lt;/u&gt;, no &lt;u&gt;Great&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;Depression&lt;/u&gt;. our&lt;br /&gt;war is spiritual. &lt;b&gt;our depression&lt;br /&gt;is our lives..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;love is a snowmobile racing&lt;br /&gt;across the tundra, and then&lt;br /&gt;suddenly it flips over, pinning&lt;br /&gt;you underneath. at night, the&lt;br /&gt;ice weasels come...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she whispers into the mirror... "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm broken...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sometimes&lt;/i&gt; i wish i had &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met you.. because then i could&lt;br /&gt;go to sleep at night not knowing&lt;br /&gt;there was &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;someone like you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; out&lt;br /&gt;there.. &lt;b&gt;// good will hunting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get your hopes &lt;u&gt;too&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;high&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause when things don't turn&lt;br /&gt;out right.. &lt;i&gt;your world comes &lt;br /&gt;crashing down...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;// the ataris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i want to feel safe in my skin, &lt;i&gt;i just want to be happy again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one &lt;b&gt;last&lt;/b&gt; time can i call&lt;br /&gt;you sweetheart?.. why do&lt;br /&gt;all good things come to an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;end&lt;/u&gt;... &lt;b&gt;// the ataris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;tonight is a wonderful&lt;br /&gt;night to die.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" i asked, how could&lt;br /&gt;you tell? and you told me to look&lt;br /&gt;at the sky. "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;look at all those stars.&lt;br /&gt;look at how goddamn ugly the &lt;br /&gt;stars are.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// alkaline trio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107644321553566852?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107644321553566852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107644321553566852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107644321553566852' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107628809332372909</id><published>2004-02-08T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T14:41:02.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Blink 182 - I Miss You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; t shirt, shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; -_- crappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; *thoughtless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; You have little patience with people that don't get it. Feathers will be ruffled, and doors may slam in anger. If you alienate those that seem extraneous now, you'll miss them later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; God my horoscope is so painfully right... anyway.. i've come to notice that all those cartoons i watch all the time have good quotes (ex: &lt;b&gt;romance is for the weak&lt;/b&gt; - The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy) so today's post is chock-full of those..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quotes get you through the days..&lt;br /&gt;when you think no one knows &lt;br /&gt;what you are going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my December.. these are&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;b&gt;snow covered dreams&lt;/b&gt;.. this&lt;br /&gt;is me &lt;i&gt;pretending&lt;/i&gt;.. this is &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; i&lt;br /&gt;need.. &lt;b&gt;// linkin park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;u&gt;can't&lt;/u&gt; keep being you're&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strikeout&gt;second&lt;/strikeout&gt; choice.. not when&lt;br /&gt;you're my &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// everwood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Things I Do For Love&lt;/b&gt; - Courage the Cowardly Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dory:&lt;/b&gt; please don't go away.. please?&lt;br /&gt;no one's ever stuck with me for so&lt;br /&gt;long before. and if you leave.. if you&lt;br /&gt;leave.. i just.. i remember things better&lt;br /&gt;when i'm with you. i do, look.. p sherman&lt;br /&gt;forty-two... forty-two... i remember it, &lt;br /&gt;i do. its there, i know it is, because&lt;br /&gt;when i look at you, i can feel it. and..&lt;br /&gt;and i look at you.. and i'm home. please.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want that to go away.. i don't &lt;br /&gt;want to forget.. &lt;b&gt;// Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;i especially love this quote.. there's a &lt;br /&gt;lot more in it than it's real intention..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i told you this was &lt;b&gt;killing&lt;/b&gt; me.. would you &lt;strikeout&gt;stop&lt;/strikeout&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// the juliana theory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's only one cloud in the sky..&lt;br /&gt;and its raining on me.. somehow&lt;br /&gt;i'm not suprised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// eeyore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;b&gt;so sick&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;u&gt;immaturity&lt;/u&gt;. of &lt;u&gt;name-calling&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;u&gt;labels&lt;/u&gt;. of &lt;u&gt;gossip&lt;/u&gt;. of &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;highschool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. it &lt;br /&gt;doesn't make sense anymore.. and i find&lt;br /&gt;myself being nice to people that i want&lt;br /&gt;to strangle... &lt;b&gt;// chanel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107628809332372909?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107628809332372909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107628809332372909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107628809332372909' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107602886618687802</id><published>2004-02-05T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T19:47:19.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; tv in the background (Daria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; t shirt, jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; -_- alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; my head hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; Go ahead and listen to intuition, but don't act on it just yet. Your first gut reaction may not be the smartest one to follow, so some more thinking on your part should be done before you give your final answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; blaaahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hope&lt;/b&gt; is wasted on the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;hopeless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got &lt;strikeout&gt;something&lt;/strikeout&gt; up my &lt;br /&gt;sleeve that i dont want to &lt;br /&gt;show you.. cause every&lt;br /&gt;time i &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bleed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.. i make a &lt;br /&gt;fool of me.. &lt;b&gt;// sugarcult&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;counting stars&lt;/b&gt; wishing i &lt;br /&gt;was okay.. crashing down &lt;br /&gt;was my &lt;u&gt;biggest&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;mistake&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// sugarcult&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;so good&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; at pretending everything is alright..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;b&gt;stars&lt;/b&gt; aren't out&lt;br /&gt;tonight but neither are&lt;br /&gt;we to look up at them..&lt;br /&gt;why does &lt;i&gt;hello&lt;/i&gt; feel like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;goodbye&lt;/i&gt;? these wishes&lt;br /&gt;i wished and these&lt;br /&gt;dreams i chased.. &lt;b&gt;take&lt;br /&gt;this broken heart and&lt;br /&gt;make it right..&lt;br /&gt;// matchbox romance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is &lt;strikeout&gt;fading sick&lt;/strikeout&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;tired of wasting time.. my&lt;br /&gt;back is &lt;b&gt;breaking&lt;/b&gt; underneath&lt;br /&gt;all these lies.. right now im&lt;br /&gt;feeling that &lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;ones&lt;/u&gt; gonna&lt;br /&gt;help me out but myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// diffuser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;romance is for the weak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107602886618687802?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107602886618687802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107602886618687802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107602886618687802' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107594271391847776</id><published>2004-02-04T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T19:42:23.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Dashboard Confessional - Age Six Racer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; t-shirt, jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; =/ blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; my horoscope sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; Today is not a great day for inspiring enthusiasm in others, Gemini. You might find that there is a sober, conservative tone to the day that is stealing the fuel from your fire. Realize that this is just a part of the natural cycle of things. Don't feel that you need to be up and bouncing around all the time. Give yourself a rest and focus your energy inward. Settle your nerves and get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; i had such a weird day today.. i had the weirdest dream last night.. and then i had the weirdest day in school.. and i fell asleep in english and had another weird dream.. and then i had a really weird afternoon.. weeiiirrrddddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the &lt;strikeout&gt;end&lt;/strikeout&gt;.. we're alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;so why not get used to it &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you do &lt;b&gt;something&lt;/b&gt; to me..&lt;br /&gt;that i &lt;u&gt;can't&lt;/u&gt; explain..&lt;br /&gt;so would it be out of line..&lt;br /&gt;if i said.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i miss you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the way the &lt;b&gt;rain&lt;/b&gt; comes&lt;br /&gt;down hard.. thats how i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strikeout&gt;inside&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strikeout&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you remind me of the times when i knew who i was..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;here's my heart&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;break&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;it&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;i dont need it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im sitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;face&lt;/u&gt; to &lt;u&gt;face&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with lonliness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i never said goodbye...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i &lt;strikeout&gt;didnt feel&lt;/strikeout&gt; like i was &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;something&lt;/b&gt; i missed.. take all the &lt;br /&gt;things i said to you to make you &lt;br /&gt;feel like this.. and i'd give it &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;all&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;away just to have someone to &lt;br /&gt;go to.. give it &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;all&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; away to have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;someone to come home to..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107594271391847776?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107594271391847776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107594271391847776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107594271391847776' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107585425156617916</id><published>2004-02-03T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T20:01:35.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Deepest Blue - Deepest Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; t-shirt, jeans, my red vans &amp; my ripped SWR sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; -_- tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; rain rain go away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; Pouting is only cute in the movies -- say what's on your mind or let it drop. Don't let today's mood be the source of tomorrow's embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; im tired.. i took a nap and am now deciding it was a bad choice for me to wake up so soon.. blehhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;life is a &lt;u&gt;sexually&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;transmitted&lt;/u&gt; disease&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the bad boys are standing&lt;br /&gt;in the shadows.. all the good&lt;br /&gt;girls are home with broken&lt;br /&gt;hearts.. &lt;b&gt;// tom petty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like everyday&lt;br /&gt;is the worst day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// office space&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a thought if you're willing &lt;br /&gt;to listen.. dont push love away.. &lt;br /&gt;you know you do.. its all we &lt;br /&gt;have.. its a chore holding onto &lt;br /&gt;a vision.. dont leave her high &lt;br /&gt;and dry.. shes the one you'll be &lt;br /&gt;missing..  &lt;b&gt;// the juliana theory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; attracted to &lt;b&gt;drama&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// the ataris &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107585425156617916?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107585425156617916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107585425156617916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585425156617916' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107569342374524552</id><published>2004-02-01T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T19:18:23.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Laava - Wherever You Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; red coca-cola shirt, tilt jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; -_- frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; tom brady is so hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fortune cookie: &lt;/b&gt; ((since i got a fortune cookie today, i decided this was cooler than my horoscope)) If your desires are not too extravagant, they will be granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; oh yes.. superbowl sunday =) had the girls over to cheer on the panthers but i guess tom brady's hotness took over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;be kind&lt;/b&gt;.. for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a bad day.. another &lt;br /&gt;bad day.. and i cross my heart&lt;br /&gt;and hope to die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// something corporate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are always going to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;so..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; you might as well give them &lt;br /&gt;something worth talking about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// The OC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;its logical logic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;u&gt;quickest&lt;/u&gt; way to ruin a relationship with someone&lt;br /&gt;is to actually try and &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; a relationship with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i feel &lt;b&gt;blue&lt;/b&gt; . i think of you .&lt;br /&gt;cause you're true . wherever you&lt;br /&gt;are . &lt;u&gt;near or far&lt;/u&gt; . you still are . &lt;br /&gt;my shining star . sometimes its&lt;br /&gt;mad . things get bad . and i am &lt;br /&gt;sad . wherever you are . there&lt;br /&gt;is light . by my side . i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;aright&lt;/i&gt; . and words can not&lt;br /&gt;desribe . how i miss you . &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;so much&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// Laava&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a long time.. since i got&lt;br /&gt;along &lt;b&gt;fine&lt;/b&gt;.. since i felt my&lt;br /&gt;own rythm.. running down&lt;br /&gt;my spine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// Dutch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were Born An Original Don't Die A Copy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these wounds wont seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;the pain is just &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;too real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much&lt;br /&gt;that time can't erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// evanescence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;die young and save yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107569342374524552?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107569342374524552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107569342374524552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107569342374524552' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107560553170040888</id><published>2004-01-31T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T22:22:02.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Armin Van Buren - Burned With Desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; beater and terry cloth pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; -_- ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; im cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; Don't walk the other way if you spot trouble coming down the hall. The disagreement may not be as serious as you think. Stand tall and be confident. Sooner or later you're going to have to face the music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; ive come to the conclusion that my family blows balls.. and that, being half black, tanning every time im upset or having a bad day isn't too good for me.. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not the kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;who thinks a guy is the answer to everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm just tired of being alone...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a modern Romeo..&lt;br /&gt;you came on Cupid's wings..&lt;br /&gt;and then you flew away..&lt;br /&gt;and you left me in the rain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// Armin Van Buren&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a little more love.. just&lt;br /&gt;a little more peace.. is all&lt;br /&gt;it takes, to live the dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// David Guetta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;its normal for things to be shitty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up yesterday.. with &lt;br /&gt;you on my mind.. im so &lt;br /&gt;afarid of running out of &lt;br /&gt;time.. so come around &lt;br /&gt;again and i'll show you &lt;br /&gt;what i mean.. and you &lt;br /&gt;can tell me exactly what &lt;br /&gt;you need.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// taking back sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;after all&lt;/b&gt;.. you can only be&lt;br /&gt;in a bad mood for so long&lt;br /&gt;before you &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; to face&lt;br /&gt;up to the fact that it isn't&lt;br /&gt;a bad mood at all. &lt;b&gt;it's just&lt;br /&gt;your sucky personality.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107560553170040888?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107560553170040888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107560553170040888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107560553170040888' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107543246177792824</id><published>2004-01-29T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T22:11:23.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Chingy - One Call Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; what i wore to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; bubbly =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; *thoughtless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; Say what's on your mind. If direct conversation is impossible, send an email or write a letter, but get it done. Problems can only be solved once they're acknowledged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; weeeeee.. midterms are no fun =p.. i was talking to meesh on the phone before and we were talking about furby. of course you remember furby. you were like not cool unless you had one of those obnoxious looking freak robots that made noises and always seems to be named "cocoa".. how sad.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always felt i was &lt;b&gt;outside&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking &lt;b&gt;in&lt;/b&gt; on you..&lt;br /&gt;you were always the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mysterious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if tomorrow never comes.. i &lt;br /&gt;would want just one more &lt;br /&gt;thing.. i would tell it to the &lt;br /&gt;stars and the sun.. i would &lt;br /&gt;write it for the world to see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; ... its  you ... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// michelle branch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can live like jack and sally&lt;br /&gt;if we want.. where you can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; find me.. we'll have&lt;br /&gt;halloween on christmas..&lt;br /&gt;and in the night we'll wish&lt;br /&gt;this &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;never ends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.. i miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// blink 182&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're my heart.. and you can't live without your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Johnny Depp in &lt;u&gt;Blow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have brains in your head&lt;br /&gt;you have feet in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;you can steer yourself&lt;br /&gt;in whatever direction you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// dr. seuss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;u&gt;difficult&lt;/u&gt; years in your life&lt;br /&gt;end up being the &lt;b&gt;greatest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years of your whole life.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;if you survive them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;come close..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; wrap me in your arms..&lt;br /&gt;and say you want me too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107543246177792824?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107543246177792824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107543246177792824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543246177792824' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107472554992915896</id><published>2004-01-21T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:10:30.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Ludacris - Splash Waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; what i wore to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; o-) amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; im cold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt; All plans are out the window. Forget about showing your love by slow degrees. At the sight of that lovely face, something snaps inside you, and your feelings come spilling out. Even if the other person isn't ready, he or she is impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; oh boy.. the chesire cat is back!.. i also added my horoscope.. and once again had a little fun picking out today's mood (its a cyclops by the way).. anyway.. what a lovely 2 hours of school we had today.. had an interesting afternoon (&lt;3 Donnie Darko and Nick GAS).. and now im cold, bored, and tired.. however.. daddy just graced me with the news of a vacation planned in March (oh yes, i will be missing school) to go to Las Vegas.. brittney is excited =D.. well.. good bye for now dear children who actually read this random shit.. =* xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the radio plays a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;love song&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;i smash my fist right through the dial.. &lt;br /&gt;here's to the broken hearted.. &lt;br /&gt;a generation born in denial..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appreciate the good times &lt;br /&gt;but don't take the worst for granted &lt;br /&gt;because you only get so many second chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is what happens to you &lt;br /&gt;when you're busy making other plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;these are the best days of our lives&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the way.. that he makes you &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;it's the way.. that he &lt;b&gt;kisses&lt;/b&gt; you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i've got a twenty dollar bill...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that says you don't think about me &lt;br /&gt;half as much as i think about you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i write mostly on &lt;i&gt;hotel paper&lt;/i&gt;.. knowing &lt;br /&gt;that my thoughts will never leave this room.. &lt;br /&gt;i'd be out of line telling you, "leave her".. so i &lt;br /&gt;lie lonely surrounded by you.. and i wanted to &lt;br /&gt;be giving you everything that she's not giving.. &lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to see.. cause i didn't believe &lt;br /&gt;what i'd been hearing &lt;b&gt;// michelle branch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107472554992915896?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107472554992915896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107472554992915896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107472554992915896' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107465669538654307</id><published>2004-01-20T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T17:55:04.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Orgy - Dreams In Digital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; what i wore to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; upside down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; oh boy.. George Bush is on tv talking about 'thugs' and STDs again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; wow.. im so awesome.. i just made the BEST quesadillas.. they had cheese.. and peppers.. mmmm im an awesome cook.. anyyywayyy.. i had fun picking out a word for todays mood.. i was going to choose &lt;b&gt;effervescent&lt;/b&gt; but i have not a fucking clue what that means.. i had such a shitty day.. even my horoscope sucked.. not that anyone cares that i had a bad horoscope today.. just commenting.. lol aright.. xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be.. who you choose to be..&lt;br /&gt;whether you do, or whether you don't&lt;br /&gt;depends on your priorities..&lt;br /&gt;and i know that it's not easy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait until tomorrow.. maybe you'll &lt;br /&gt;feel better than.. maybe we'll be better &lt;br /&gt;than.. it seems worth the wait to see &lt;br /&gt;you smile again.. out of the corner of &lt;br /&gt;your eye won't be the only way you're &lt;br /&gt;looking at me then.. &lt;b&gt;// dbc&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after he breaks your heart.. then&lt;br /&gt;you'll be sad.. so sad.. and then&lt;br /&gt;your teardrops start, i tell you..&lt;br /&gt;then you'll know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;how it hurts to be alone..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aint &lt;b&gt;tripping&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;im just missin you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guilty by design.. shes nothing&lt;br /&gt;more then fiction.. she dreams&lt;br /&gt;in digital.. cause its better then &lt;br /&gt;nothing.. now that control is gone..&lt;br /&gt;it seems unreal, shes dreaming&lt;br /&gt;in digital.. she dreams in digital..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// orgy - fiction (dreams in digital)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still waiting for someone..&lt;br /&gt;to take up all my free time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she took a chance on romance..&lt;br /&gt;without even knowing his name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;your&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;star&lt;/u&gt;.. it seems to shine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;above the rest..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high hopes and wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;have been keeping me up too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107465669538654307?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107465669538654307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107465669538654307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465669538654307' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107456152762742861</id><published>2004-01-19T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T21:26:11.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Aaliyah - Come Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; pjs + fuzzy slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; =/ lonley..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; oh boy.. its been awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; oh yes.. this thing.. sort of forgot about it.. i got mad at my computer and it got mad back at me sooo now its being fixed by meeshy's brother (thank you sean!) until then.. i use the downstairs computer =D anyway.. i saw this movie today -- Donnie Darko -- and its about this kid who sees this like 7 foot tinfoil rabbit and it talks to him and tells him to kill people.. idk fucked up.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man it takes a silly girl to lie about the dreams she has..&lt;br /&gt;lord it takes a lonley one to wish she never dreamt at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;dream maker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.. make my dreams come true tonight..&lt;br /&gt;if i close my eyes.. would you hold me tight all night?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still everything that you want you could get it&lt;br /&gt;boy you know i still got love for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically what we have here.. is a &lt;b&gt;dreamer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone completely out of touch with reality..&lt;br /&gt;[[ when she jumped ]]&lt;br /&gt;she probaly thought she would fly&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been meaning to call you.. ive just been so busy&lt;br /&gt;we will catch up soon.. lets make it a point to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what they say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;third time's a charm..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107456152762742861?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107456152762742861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107456152762742861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107456152762742861' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107239140059530624</id><published>2003-12-25T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T20:21:02.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; The Psychedelic Waltons - Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; jeans, t-shirt, fuzzy slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; =/ lonley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; *thoughtless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; this holiday season sucked.. nothing cheery happened.. there's no "magical holiday couples".. Santa jipped me.. i spent christmas eve and christmas day alone.. and have been listening to techno and voluntarily cleaning all day since im not doing anything family related like normal people.. anyway.. cleaning was more of a trip down memory lane (you'd be suprised how many memories 14 years could hold..) and i found all sorts of weird stuff in my closet.. like my 8th grade night stillettos.. what the hell was i doing wearing stillettos when my boyfriend of the time was friggin like 4"9.. and then i found all these pictures and stuff i wrote when i was little.. i was really cute but really fat haha and all these stupid little things (like old poems, projects, essays..) i found that made me feel so special when i was 10 were so retarded lol.. i also realized i need to stop buying bags and shoes.. i'm running out of room.. anyway.. merry christmas everybody, i hope everyones holiday season is a lot better than mine.. xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas waves a magic wand over this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and behold..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is softer and more beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there is no joyus way to give a festive gift..&lt;br /&gt;give love away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;b&gt;nobody&lt;/b&gt; should be alone&lt;br /&gt;on Christmas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want a lot for Christmas..&lt;br /&gt;there is just one thing i need..&lt;br /&gt;i don't care about the presents&lt;br /&gt;underneath the christmas tree..&lt;br /&gt;i just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;more than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;make my wish come true..&lt;br /&gt;baby all i want for christmas&lt;br /&gt;is.. &lt;b&gt;you..&lt;/b&gt; // Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;* you know who you are... *&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107239140059530624?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107239140059530624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107239140059530624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107239140059530624' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107230895901445727</id><published>2003-12-24T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T17:12:51.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Dana Rayne - Object of my Desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; t-shirt, jeans, fuzzy slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; =( worthless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; theres no more flavor left in my gum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; ooh wee.. havnt been here in quite some time.. winter vacaaaaaaa.. umm the holiday season sucks and the winter sucks and the weather sucks &lt;b&gt;but&lt;/b&gt;... vacations are always appreciated.... anyway.. its christmas eve and im doing nothing.. and im doing nothing tomorrow too.. pretty exciting!.. big family party here on sunday though.. but who cares? nothing special about sunday? of course my family does parties on the non-special-after-the-holiday-already-happened days.. blahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know i cant lie when i say...&lt;br /&gt;my dreams will &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; come true without you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take love.. multiply it by infinity.. and take it to the depths &lt;br /&gt;of forever.. and then you'll still only have a &lt;b&gt;glance&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;br /&gt;how i feel for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i've already found my prince charming..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know in the end of my fairy tale..&lt;br /&gt;he's never gonna be mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a room full of people..&lt;br /&gt;you're always the first person i look for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;waiting is the worst part of life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however.. having someone worth waiting for..&lt;br /&gt;might just be the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the fire, to the limit, to the wall.. &lt;br /&gt;for just to be with you.. i'd gladly risk it all..&lt;br /&gt;through the fire, through whatever come what may..&lt;br /&gt;for a chance at loving you.. i'd take it all the way... &lt;br /&gt;right down to the wire.. even through the fire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// kanye west - through the wire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and you're giving me nothing..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you're ready to be my everything..&lt;br /&gt;if you're ready to see it through this time..&lt;br /&gt;and if you're ready for love then this i will &lt;br /&gt;bring.. but i'm not gonna wait for you &lt;br /&gt;forever this time.. and if you're ready to&lt;br /&gt;be.. ready to be my everything.. and if &lt;br /&gt;you're ready to see it through this time..&lt;br /&gt;if you're ready for love then baby.. this i &lt;br /&gt;will bring but i'm not gonna wait forever &lt;br /&gt;this time.. &lt;b&gt;// fefe dobson - everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107230895901445727?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107230895901445727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107230895901445727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107230895901445727' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107161944678270644</id><published>2003-12-16T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T18:16:55.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; listening to party 105&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; what i wore to school + fuzzy slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; =) in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; i'm cold.. again.. damnit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; *yAwN* blahh.. without field hockey.. and work.. life is so.. repetitive.. blahhh.. thank God i'll be working again soon.. hmmmm and this weeks the dance ("Snowball" nice choice of name haha) should be interesting haha.. thennnn... winter vacaaaa &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; oh yeeeaaahhhh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you think for a moment..&lt;br /&gt;that  i  wouldnt  die  for  you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im  still  waiting  for  someone  to  come . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;and   make   all   the   wrong   things   right . . &lt;br /&gt;so wont you come and take me away tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;just  smile  for  me. .   &lt;/b&gt;and  let  the  day  begin. . &lt;br /&gt;you are the sunlight that lights my heart from within..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does..&lt;br /&gt;love  is  a  &lt;b&gt;battle&lt;/b&gt;..  love  is  a  &lt;b&gt;war&lt;/b&gt;..  love  is  &lt;b&gt;growing  up&lt;/b&gt;. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107161944678270644?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107161944678270644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107161944678270644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107161944678270644' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107151642528770230</id><published>2003-12-15T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T18:42:41.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; nothing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; what i wore to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; crappy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; im cold.. and i feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; havnt been here in awhile.. not much to say.. x0x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change is never easy..&lt;br /&gt;you fight to hold on..&lt;br /&gt;you fight to let go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm here for the taking...&lt;br /&gt;its just a matter of whether you want it or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment you feel like giving up..&lt;br /&gt;just remember why you held on for so long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i could fast forward time..&lt;br /&gt;just to see if in the end..&lt;br /&gt;its all worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres always gonna be that one guy...&lt;br /&gt;that no matter what he does,&lt;br /&gt;or how much he hurts you,&lt;br /&gt;you still cant let him go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got it all figured out..&lt;br /&gt;we can make it..&lt;br /&gt;and i'll never let you down.&lt;br /&gt;just take my hand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're all i need..&lt;br /&gt;please believe in me..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107151642528770230?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107151642528770230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107151642528770230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107151642528770230' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107110400235449053</id><published>2003-12-10T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T14:22:18.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Let's Get It On In Public - idk who sings it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; what i wore to school + fuzzy slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; tiredd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; funny funny song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; My Horoscope:  You are at an emotional crossroads today. The passion in your relationship might be pleasant, but the chemistry and conversation are vulnerable to analysis and the feeling that there might be something better out there. Proceed with caution.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hmm.. interesting..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you here by my side..&lt;br /&gt;cold nights and fires and white wine..&lt;br /&gt;and dreams of holidays to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it only hurts when im breathing&lt;br /&gt;my heart only breaks when its beating&lt;br /&gt;my dreams only die when im dreaming&lt;br /&gt;so i hold my breath.. to forget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you spend all your time&lt;br /&gt;preaching about waiting for love..&lt;br /&gt;well here it is..&lt;br /&gt;right in front of you..&lt;br /&gt;and your going to turn your back on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you love simply because&lt;br /&gt;you cannot help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres nothing more that i would like&lt;br /&gt;than to be with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're in love..&lt;br /&gt;when nobody can understand the way you feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107110400235449053?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107110400235449053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107110400235449053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107110400235449053' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107092174840741377</id><published>2003-12-08T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T19:47:06.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; R Kelly &amp; some guy - Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; what i wore to school + fuzzy slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; confused =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; i always get fuzzy slipper fetishes around winter time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; heh.. havnt been here in quite sometime.. death to snow, winter, and the cold.. even tho my snowy weekend was fun (snowed in @ the bush house yeahh yeahh haha) i still hate winter.. christmas is cool.. just not the snow, the cold, or winter itself.. ummm.. changed my thingy.. all blue and pretty.. match the ice and cold-ness of winter.. yeeaahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone asks &lt;b&gt;why do you love him?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay..&lt;br /&gt;i don't want them to understand..&lt;br /&gt;because then they would love him too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you wake up..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the fall kills you..&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;when you fall..&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;b&gt; f l y &lt;/b&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the world to me..&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day you will see me&lt;br /&gt;the way i see you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that place between sleep and awake&lt;br /&gt;where you can still remember dreaming..&lt;br /&gt;thats where i'll always love you..&lt;br /&gt;thats where i'll be waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we make a connection&lt;br /&gt;but you seem to push me&lt;br /&gt;far away from you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i would choose to be with you..&lt;br /&gt;as if the choice were mine to make..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107092174840741377?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107092174840741377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107092174840741377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107092174840741377' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107032548923836444</id><published>2003-12-01T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T17:16:19.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; christmas music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; what i wore to school + fuzzy slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; =( hopeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; i need to re-paint my nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; what exactly do we live for in life? do you ever jus sit down and think about that? everyone walks around w/ fake smiles on their faces, preaching about life being some bowl of cherries, but if you actually take the time to sit down and think about things, life is really a crock of shit. most people spend their life basing everything on that little thing called love. &lt;b&gt;love.&lt;/b&gt; does that shit even exist? i mean come on.. little girls grow up watching Disney movies thinking that they're gonna grow up and fall in love, and that no matter how hard things get, their Prince Charming will come to get them. or you listen to all those love songs where everything turns out alright, or about those people in perfect relationships. Prince Charming.. perfect relationships.. my ass. all you ever do is waste your time in some stupid little fantasy that you know will never happen yet you try anyway. and by the time you're finally ready to accept the fact that it's never going to be, and that you should just give up and get over it, cause you're sick of the shit, and you're sick of crying yourself to sleep every night.. once you're able to realize all that.. you also realize that it's too late. you're too deep in over your head and now you just end up spending every waking moment stressing yourself over un-needed shit. what kind of life is that? think about that.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is rare.. &lt;br /&gt;life is strange.. &lt;br /&gt;nothing lasts.. &lt;br /&gt;people change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling in love is easy. &lt;br /&gt;its falling out of love that takes a bit of practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he doesn't take the time to love you.. &lt;br /&gt;don't take the time to love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you finally realize you didn't matter at all to someone..&lt;br /&gt;you begin to wonder if you matter to anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not fall into the trap of pretending everything's fine &lt;br /&gt;when you know it's not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hardest thing about growing up &lt;br /&gt;is that you have to do what's best for you, &lt;br /&gt;even if that mean's breaking someone's heart.. &lt;br /&gt;including your own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the strongest person you see all day.. &lt;br /&gt;may be the one &lt;br /&gt;who cries themselves to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hardest part about walking away &lt;br /&gt;is knowing that you'll never run after me..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107032548923836444?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107032548923836444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107032548923836444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107032548923836444' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107023417305502637</id><published>2003-11-30T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T18:16:48.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just a little update.. took this quiz on Quizilla.. thought this was funny as hell.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033480624_opgangbang.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gangbang movie! You're such a horndog! You can't&lt;br&gt;get enough sex! You've been around the block.&lt;br&gt;People might even go so far as to call you a&lt;br&gt;nympho. Chances are, you're a walking STD. Go&lt;br&gt;get tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/markelle/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20porno%20would%20you%20star%20in%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of porno would you star in?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107023417305502637?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107023417305502637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107023417305502637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107023417305502637' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-107021218963692935</id><published>2003-11-30T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T19:21:43.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; christmas music on some radio station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; t shirt, shorts, fuzzy slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; unsure =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; i wanna go back to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; havnt written in awhile.. sorry.. too much shit lately.. will make this longer than normal.. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and i just want to walk away..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wont you let me walk away sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;wont you let me walk away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;you're not making this easy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just no one that gets me&lt;br /&gt;like you do..&lt;br /&gt;you're my only one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me be angry please..&lt;br /&gt;its the only way i can keep you&lt;br /&gt;from knowing how much i need you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like you wanted to see how bad you could hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;how many times you could make me cry,&lt;br /&gt;before i finally got mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought my life&lt;br /&gt;was coming together..&lt;br /&gt;i realized..&lt;br /&gt;it was just starting to fall apart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- life doesn't hurt until you have time to yourself to think about how things have changed, who you've lost along the way, and how much shit is your fault..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of us ask for advice&lt;br /&gt;when we know the answer&lt;br /&gt;but want a different one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- do you want me to tell you something really subversive? love is everything it's cracked up to be. that's why people are so cynical about it. it really &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. and the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- im sorry for wanting so much from so far away. but maybe the truth is that i am too in love with you, the way i am too in love with everyone, and i'm just scared. stupid, young, and scared. and a million other things that i can't get away from, because you can't get away from who you are, no matter how much you hate it or lie about it. i'm so sick of lying. i'm so sick of telling the truth. i want another opinion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing special&lt;br /&gt;about falling in love..&lt;br /&gt;this is habit,&lt;br /&gt;this is routine,&lt;br /&gt;this is a learned, natural ability..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant help but realize&lt;br /&gt;how he's made me so weak..&lt;br /&gt;that by the time he's ready to love me,&lt;br /&gt;i won't have anything left in me&lt;br /&gt;to love him back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i used to think that if i loved you enough,&lt;br /&gt;you would realize it&lt;br /&gt;and love me back.&lt;br /&gt;but i can only love so much&lt;br /&gt;for so long..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-107021218963692935?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107021218963692935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/107021218963692935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107021218963692935' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106971618223005274</id><published>2003-11-24T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T11:56:48.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Amber - Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; jeans, black tank, swr sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; confused =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; im thirsty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; blahhhh.. i feel like shittt.. school is so damn boring.. its jus so.. repetitive.. jeez.. need some variety in life every now and then.. well than again only two days this week so thats cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;its hard to believe that i would let myself&lt;br /&gt;get so wrapped into you..&lt;br /&gt;there's gotta be something that would&lt;br /&gt;be worthwhile for me to give to you.&lt;br /&gt;we need a connection but you&lt;br /&gt;seem to push me far away from you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dont be a liar&lt;br /&gt;dont say that&lt;br /&gt;"everythings working"&lt;br /&gt;when everythings broken..&lt;br /&gt;and you smile like a saint&lt;br /&gt;but you curse like a sailor.&lt;br /&gt;and your eyes say the jokes on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i would be there every time you'd need me..&lt;br /&gt;i'd be there every time..&lt;br /&gt;but for now i'll look so longingly, waiting..&lt;br /&gt;for you to want me, for you to need me, &lt;br /&gt;for you to notice me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie to me.. give me something worth living for..&lt;br /&gt;tell me a reason worth fighting for..&lt;br /&gt;give me anything.. &lt;br /&gt;anything to keep me breathing..&lt;br /&gt;lie to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you more than you will ever know..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106971618223005274?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106971618223005274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106971618223005274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106971618223005274' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106964679701789172</id><published>2003-11-23T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T18:05:21.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Kate Ryan - Lift Me Higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; jeans, lax jamboree t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; in love =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; my face is all tingly =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; well as i was doing my homework, i decided that my weekend really sucked and homework was the last thing i wanted to do so instead i've decided to paint my nails and my toe nails and i have one of those facial masky things on so tomorrow i can go into school feeling all pretty and re-freshed cause yeh, my weekend really &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; sucked.. oh well, tomorrows an all new week with all new possibilities!=) x0x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;theres something about the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;something i noticed when the light was just right&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me twice that i was alive&lt;br /&gt;and it reminded me that you're so worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont believe that anybody feels the way i do about you now&lt;br /&gt;there are many thingys that i would like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know how..&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because you're gonna be the one that saves me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a girl..&lt;br /&gt;standing in front of a boy..&lt;br /&gt;asking him to love her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i love you so much.. you're so stupid. completely oblivious to the fact that right in front of you is a girl; who dreams about you every night, who would treat you like a king, who would never stop loving you.. and yet you go after those other girls and wonder why your love life is hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no one is left alone&lt;br /&gt;and im offering you myself right now..&lt;br /&gt;take me.. im yours..&lt;br /&gt;and i wont have it any other way..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106964679701789172?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106964679701789172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106964679701789172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106964679701789172' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106945395152871602</id><published>2003-11-21T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T22:53:52.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Lasgo - Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; jeans, white shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; discouraged =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; today.. blew.. anus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; my oh my.. how today did suck.. its like the more this day goes on, the worse shit gets!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;all the times that i felt this wont end&lt;br /&gt;its for you..&lt;br /&gt;and i waste more time than anyone&lt;br /&gt;but i feel tomorrow will be okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you've got me&lt;br /&gt;almost melting away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up and think dreams are real..&lt;br /&gt;i sleep so i dont have to feel..&lt;br /&gt;the truth that you can never be,&lt;br /&gt;the one person&lt;br /&gt;that wont ever forget me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you spend all your time preaching &lt;br /&gt;about waiting for love..&lt;br /&gt;well here it is..&lt;br /&gt;right in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;but you're going to turn your back on it..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that place between sleep and awake,&lt;br /&gt;the place where you still remember dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;thats where i'll always love you&lt;br /&gt;thats where i'll be waiting..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106945395152871602?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106945395152871602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106945395152871602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106945395152871602' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106927852104579182</id><published>2003-11-19T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T17:21:13.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.di.fm/"&gt;vocal trance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; jeans, pink shirt, white zip up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; affectionate =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; wow im tireddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; so happyyy! i LOVEEEEE alice in wonderland and i &lt;b&gt;especially LOVE&lt;/b&gt; the cheshire cat!!! yayyy aright well hope everyones enjoying this as much as i am! haha x0x!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love you for who you are&lt;br /&gt;no more.. no less..&lt;br /&gt;and you know i cant lie when i say&lt;br /&gt;my dreams will never come true&lt;br /&gt;without you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no one is left alone&lt;br /&gt;and im offering you myself right now..&lt;br /&gt;take me, im yours..&lt;br /&gt;and i wont have it&lt;br /&gt;any other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treat today&lt;br /&gt;as if it wont exist tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope is a good thing&lt;br /&gt;and good things never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;destiny is what you make of it..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106927852104579182?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106927852104579182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106927852104579182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106927852104579182' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106918935944643361</id><published>2003-11-18T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T16:05:25.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; 4 Strings - Take Me Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; jeans, white tank, black v neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; happyyyy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; i have the hiccups!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; okay i was doing my homework and then i realized i had to pee, so when i went to pee, i realized there was no toilet paper, so i went to my parents bathroom to get toilet paper (cause my dad buys those big bad utility things but he keeps them in their bathroom) and i restocked my bathroom with toilet paper but as i was putting the toilet paper in the cabinets in my bathroom, i realized my razors were all a mess! cause my dad buys me razors in big bad utility things too but its so annoying because theres like 6 razors per plastic bag and then they put all the plastic bags in the box and dont you think its a little stupid to open the box and then have to open the bags? and each time im done with the 6 i have to open a new bag! so i decided to take alll the razors out of the bags and jus put them in the box! jeez! why do things have to be so complicated for razors! i swear when im president (first black female president, hell yes), i'll make sure stupid things arent complicated like that! and now i dont even have my homework done and i have lax later so its not like i can sit around and do nothing like i normally do! okay well heres some random quotes since i dont feel like finding sad depressing ones =) x0x!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you know its real&lt;br /&gt;when you cant describe how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you love someone&lt;br /&gt;you're always insecure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spend most of our time &lt;br /&gt;talking about nothing.. &lt;br /&gt;but i just want to let you know&lt;br /&gt;that all of those nothings,&lt;br /&gt;mean so much more to me,&lt;br /&gt;than so many some things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont let your feelings conquer your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where you are,&lt;br /&gt;thats where i want to be.&lt;br /&gt;and through your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;are the things i wanna see.&lt;br /&gt;and in the night,&lt;br /&gt;you are my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;you're everything to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106918935944643361?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106918935944643361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106918935944643361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106918935944643361' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106911828905677736</id><published>2003-11-17T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T20:20:10.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Lucy Carr - Missing You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; jeans, quater sleeved sweater thing, fuzzy slippers =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; bad mood.. sick too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; this gum has no flavor left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; changed the thingy again.. the stupid dates arent working.. bad day.. bad mood.. sick.. i think im like the only person who didnt go to the field hockey dinner.. ehh.. i dont think im goin to school tomorrow.. probaly gonna come for spanish only since i cut that stupid class too many times already.. xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;im so afarid to love you&lt;br /&gt;but more afarid to lose..&lt;br /&gt;clinging to a past&lt;br /&gt;that doesnt let me choose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're better off without him&lt;br /&gt;don't call him..&lt;br /&gt;he's breaking your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you have to let go of someone&lt;br /&gt;to see if there's anything there&lt;br /&gt;to hold on to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im at the point &lt;br /&gt;where i jus wanna spread my wings and fly..&lt;br /&gt;yet i still want the comfort of knowing&lt;br /&gt;he'll catch me if i fall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're waiting for someone to put you together&lt;br /&gt;you're waiting for someone to push you away..&lt;br /&gt;there's always another wound to discover&lt;br /&gt;there's always something more you wish he'd say..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106911828905677736?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106911828905677736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106911828905677736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106911828905677736' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106903778205093839</id><published>2003-11-16T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:56:28.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Update:&lt;/b&gt; was gettin sick of that pink and black thing so yepp.. changed everything.. umm probaly wont last long because its really complicated so ummm if you like it.. thats nice.. lol aright now i gotta go study for bio.. x0x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106903778205093839?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106903778205093839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106903778205093839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903778205093839' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106901570012398637</id><published>2003-11-16T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T22:25:32.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Alicia Keys - You Don't Know My Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; jeans, black tank top, red v neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; confused.. kinda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; haha.. the giggles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; i'd jus like to say that i love my friends and girls rule and all my friends rule and we're all having serious guy crisis's lately but you know what.. f the world.. f life.. you only live once, so f-ing LIVE IT UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;p.s.&lt;/b&gt;  keeping this at a g-rated version ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;true friends are the people &lt;br /&gt;that are there for you unconditionally. &lt;br /&gt;they are the people &lt;br /&gt;that never question you, &lt;br /&gt;and support you no matter what &lt;br /&gt;the circumstances are. &lt;br /&gt;they are the people worth living for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm left wondering..&lt;br /&gt;there is much left I wish that I could say to you. &lt;br /&gt;silence I keep, &lt;br /&gt;for fear of breaking myself down, &lt;br /&gt;and maybe getting through, &lt;br /&gt;getting through to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day in my life, &lt;br /&gt;another day, &lt;br /&gt;i'm insecure, &lt;br /&gt;how i'm portrayed in this world.. &lt;br /&gt;and now I know, &lt;br /&gt;what you see isn't what's inside of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't speak, i'm lost for words, &lt;br /&gt;i can't hear..&lt;br /&gt;the silence burns a hole inside of me, &lt;br /&gt;that I can't fill for the life of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's time for me to get on with my life &lt;br /&gt;because our timing could have never been so bad..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106901570012398637?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106901570012398637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106901570012398637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106901570012398637' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106887075657144647</id><published>2003-11-14T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:46:59.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; It Just Wont Do - Tim Deluxe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; jeans, one shoulder teal 74 shirt, white zip up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; too tired to be moody..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; im really cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; hmm.. quite the laid back friday.. havnt had one of those in awhile.. went to the mall w/ christine and kendra.. mostly shopped @ Forever 21 (&lt;3) and now im home.. yeah.. well enjoy xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but sometimes there are things&lt;br /&gt;that are worth the chance..&lt;br /&gt;and when you find them&lt;br /&gt;nothing else in the world matters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want &lt;br /&gt;is someone i cant resist..&lt;br /&gt;you've got that certain something..&lt;br /&gt;what you give me,&lt;br /&gt;takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny how we feel so much&lt;br /&gt;but we cannot say a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please take my hand&lt;br /&gt;and fly away..&lt;br /&gt;then you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;that the love i have for you&lt;br /&gt;is here to stay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just &lt;b&gt;k i s s  m e . . .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let my hair messy itself &lt;br /&gt;in your fingers..&lt;br /&gt;let me steady myself&lt;br /&gt;in the arms of a man&lt;br /&gt;who won't ask me to be what he needs,&lt;br /&gt;but lets me exist as i am..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106887075657144647?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106887075657144647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106887075657144647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106887075657144647' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106874226417023393</id><published>2003-11-13T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:47:18.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Wheatus - Teenage Dirtbag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; t shirt, boxers, fuzzy slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; my thumb hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; well this week blowed.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the only thing we need sometimes&lt;br /&gt;are chilly nights and warmer thighs..&lt;br /&gt;cause there's nothin like being held..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause im just a teenage dirtbag baby&lt;br /&gt;yeh im just a teenage dirtbag baby&lt;br /&gt;listen to iron maiden baby with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the things you complain the most about&lt;br /&gt;are the things you care the most about..&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, you dont always know that&lt;br /&gt;before its too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best things in life are unseen..&lt;br /&gt;thats why we close our eyes&lt;br /&gt;to kiss.. cry.. and dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when two people love eachother&lt;br /&gt;but they cant seem to get it together..&lt;br /&gt;when do you get to the point&lt;br /&gt;where enough is enough?..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106874226417023393?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106874226417023393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106874226417023393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106874226417023393' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106843088933498349</id><published>2003-11-09T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:47:36.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Becky Baeling - Getaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; brown jeans, white tank top, black v-neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; damnit my cell is making my music make funny ticking noises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; wow this week is gonna be awesome.. tuesday AND thursday off! every day is gonna be like fun friday! haha im in such a good mood right now and normally im not on sundays cause sundays are always so damn boring and pointless and lazyyy =p i watched the moulin rouge this morning. i loveeeeeeee that movie &lt;3. too bad ewan mcgregor is gay. hes pretty damn hot.. haha xox &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i wanna feel the way you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;when im around you..&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the only hand&lt;br /&gt;you hold on to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when your back's aganist the wall&lt;br /&gt;just turn around and you, you will see..&lt;br /&gt;i will catch your, i will catch your fall..&lt;br /&gt;just have a little faith, have a little faith in me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that i need to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;something of value,&lt;br /&gt;but something untrue..&lt;br /&gt;all that i wished for that i'd find within you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the days burning out like a cigarette..&lt;br /&gt;just a few drags to go.&lt;br /&gt;built me up and broke me down somehow..&lt;br /&gt;everything just seemed so clear to me,&lt;br /&gt;nothing left to know.&lt;br /&gt;i'll love you right and love you pure..&lt;br /&gt;right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i wanted to,&lt;br /&gt;i don't think that i'd get to you..&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing i can say&lt;br /&gt;to make you feel alive again..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106843088933498349?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106843088933498349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106843088933498349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106843088933498349' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-10683469156390759</id><published>2003-11-08T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:47:59.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; D-Block - 2 Gunz Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; jeans, white tank top + white zip up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; tired + bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; its saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; oh boy.. havnt written in this puppy in awhile.. i dont remember anything exciting happening at school.. yesterday was cool tho.. Jason's 17th birthday, which led to a joyful party stocked w/ 18s and beer pong tables.. haha well worked today 12-8 *yipee..* but slept the whole day anyway. people.. come buy ice cream. i dont care if its november. buy some fucking ice cream so i dont waste my saturday sleeping in the ice cream chicken + ribs place.. anyway.. enjoy the quotes xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm commited to insecurity and you.&lt;br /&gt;and love is overrated..&lt;br /&gt;it leaves you devastated..&lt;br /&gt;heart ripped in two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is only as good&lt;br /&gt;as the memories we make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you say if i asked you not to go&lt;br /&gt;to forget everyone, forget everything&lt;br /&gt;and start over with me.&lt;br /&gt;would you take my hand and never let me go?&lt;br /&gt;promise me you'll never let me go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the stars aren't out tonite&lt;br /&gt;but neither are we to look up at them.&lt;br /&gt;why does hello feel like goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;these memories can't replace,&lt;br /&gt;this wishes i wished&lt;br /&gt;and these dreams i chased..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love? above all things i believe in love&lt;br /&gt;love is like oxygen&lt;br /&gt;love is a many splendored thing&lt;br /&gt;love lifts us up where we belong&lt;br /&gt;all you need is love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-- &lt;3 the Moulin Rouge &lt;3 --&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-10683469156390759?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/10683469156390759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/10683469156390759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10683469156390759' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106798781383270715</id><published>2003-11-04T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:48:13.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Timbaland &amp; Magoo - Indian Flute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; what i wore to school and i dont match at ALL.. grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; all bubbly like a little schoolgirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; i need to do my laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; i dont kno what i feel like writing today? well im happy and thats what matters haha except for that when i was on the phone last nite, i was drawing on a post it and then i started cutting it up into pretty designs to later find out it was a quote i had written down that i really liked from when i was watching sex &amp; the city. oh well at least i made pretty designs =) haha enjoy the quotes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;love is like a role that we play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all our young lives&lt;br /&gt;we search for someone to love,&lt;br /&gt;someone who makes us complete..&lt;br /&gt;we choose our partners&lt;br /&gt;and change partners..&lt;br /&gt;we dance to a song of heartbreak,&lt;br /&gt;all the while wondering&lt;br /&gt;if somewhere there is someone&lt;br /&gt;searching for us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me, i would build for you,&lt;br /&gt;a world for you.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never feel the cold&lt;br /&gt;the nights will be all warm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you care if i dont know&lt;br /&gt;what to say?&lt;br /&gt;will you sleep tonite&lt;br /&gt;or will you think of me?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not telling you how i feel&lt;br /&gt;that scares me..&lt;br /&gt;its what you'll say back..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106798781383270715?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106798781383270715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106798781383270715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106798781383270715' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106790585455905474</id><published>2003-11-03T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:48:30.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Marques Houston - Clubbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; dark jeans, red &amp; black shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; still confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; i want apple pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; mm hmmm.. yes.. well.. haha aright not much to write, another boring monday.. it was sooo nice out though!! why is it 70 on november 3rd yet two weeks ago it was 40? hmm.. anyway.. on to the quotes.. x0x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;like a movie scene&lt;br /&gt;in the sweetest dream&lt;br /&gt;i've pictured us together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i never seem to learn?&lt;br /&gt;that love is wrong&lt;br /&gt;and boys are fucking evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things you make me wanna do&lt;br /&gt;i'd rob a quik-e-mart for you&lt;br /&gt;i'd go to the pound &lt;br /&gt;and let all the cats go free&lt;br /&gt;jus as long as you'd be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a star up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;goes slowly passing by..&lt;br /&gt;the lights below&lt;br /&gt;they spell out your name..&lt;br /&gt;you're comfort on my mind&lt;br /&gt;and you're with me all the time&lt;br /&gt;and lots of feelings that i cant explain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shake down.. you make me break..&lt;br /&gt;for goodness sake..&lt;br /&gt;i think im on the edge&lt;br /&gt;of something new with you..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106790585455905474?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106790585455905474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106790585455905474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106790585455905474' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106782879763322480</id><published>2003-11-02T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:48:50.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Lex &amp; Trevor Sunday Night Reggae Riddims - 93.7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; light blue sofee shorts, white shirt, and slippers =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; why am i still up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; well i did nothing today.. wasteful sunday like always.. oh wait, i took some pictures for tech photo and layed outside in the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;beautiful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sun.. how productive.. haha enjoy x0x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;out of all i've learned in life&lt;br /&gt;you always keep your close friends to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;cause who else will help you&lt;br /&gt;if you're falling down?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've got a bad case of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;and you're the only one whos got the cure&lt;br /&gt;and i cant live another day&lt;br /&gt;without seeing your smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;then break your heart&lt;br /&gt;then fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;its never ending..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like lighting candles in the rain&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life can be pain&lt;br /&gt;but dont give up without a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i listen to my heart..&lt;br /&gt;and it says..&lt;br /&gt;still run back for more..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106782879763322480?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106782879763322480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106782879763322480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106782879763322480' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106774040796675727</id><published>2003-11-01T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:49:18.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Jay Z - Change Clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; DKNY jeans &amp; white shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; i wear white a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; hope everyone had a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;fantastic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; halloween.. after quite an eventful night, the whores slept over here like always (haha love ya girls). woke up, ate some strawberry blasted honeycombs in the awesomeee 70 weather.. then ruined it all with work 12-8 *whomp whomp..* gettin ready to go out again but thought i'd do this real quick.. enjoy.. x0x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you've been asking me to bleed&lt;br /&gt;it seems these kinds of questions&lt;br /&gt;they come to easily to you now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they'll always be a place&lt;br /&gt;for you&lt;br /&gt;in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;but its something i love to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are never what they seem&lt;br /&gt;im stuck inside someone else's dream&lt;br /&gt;problems never go away&lt;br /&gt;im sick of being caught in yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick of always crying&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be sick of trying&lt;br /&gt;but you've gotta want me too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106774040796675727?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106774040796675727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106774040796675727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106774040796675727' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106755533823941085</id><published>2003-10-30T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:49:41.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; 112 &amp; Ludacris - Hot &amp; Wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; brown shirt and green jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; tired.. not feelin good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking: &lt;/b&gt; i wear brown a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt; ha.. once again.. changed the template.. yes i have issues and cant keep these damn things the same.. new tagboard thingy and this time its not on bleep mode (even tho i noticed you guys were having fun with that) so ummm enjoy! x0x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;why cant i feel anything&lt;br /&gt;for anyone other than you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people try to bring you down&lt;br /&gt;they wanna see you frown&lt;br /&gt;just keep your faith in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all wrong..&lt;br /&gt;all wrong..&lt;br /&gt;but you've got me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be true.. i'll be useful..&lt;br /&gt;i'll be cavalier..&lt;br /&gt;i'll be yours my dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to understand&lt;br /&gt;theres an old mistake&lt;br /&gt;that fools will make&lt;br /&gt;and im the king of them..&lt;br /&gt;pushing everything thats good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a w a y . . . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106755533823941085?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106755533823941085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106755533823941085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106755533823941085' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106746893120084077</id><published>2003-10-29T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:50:08.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; listening to 93.7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently eating/drinking:&lt;/b&gt; nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; brown shirt + jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; bad mood.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently thinking:&lt;/b&gt; i have work.. on halloween..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes.. new template.. i like variety so me changing templates will happen a lot.. hmmm.. not much else to say.. ohhh.. the OC is on tonite..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;wish i could prove&lt;br /&gt;i love you..&lt;br /&gt;does that mean&lt;br /&gt;i have to walk on water?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's the tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;you should have feared&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pouring my heart out to you&lt;br /&gt;and its nice to know&lt;br /&gt;its not enough..&lt;br /&gt;because i'll never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e n o u g h . . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only he knew&lt;br /&gt;what he wanted inside..&lt;br /&gt;if only he knew&lt;br /&gt;jus how to decide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;risk. risk anything.&lt;br /&gt;care no more&lt;br /&gt;for the opinions of others,&lt;br /&gt;for those voices.&lt;br /&gt;do the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;on earth for you.&lt;br /&gt;act for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;face the truth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106746893120084077?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106746893120084077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106746893120084077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106746893120084077' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106739675365476209</id><published>2003-10-28T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:50:26.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; Jay Z - Change Clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently eating/drinking:&lt;/b&gt; nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; tank top, leopard print pj bottoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random thought:&lt;/b&gt; my job smells so discusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a great pleasure in life&lt;br /&gt;is doing what others say you cannot do&lt;br /&gt;live the way you want&lt;br /&gt;not the way everyone else expects you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got the &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; of me&lt;br /&gt;doin what you doin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the day i die, i spill my heart out for you&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the rope from your window&lt;br /&gt;if you ever need to escape&lt;br /&gt;you're my favorite ache inside&lt;br /&gt;i'll be saving smiles for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens&lt;br /&gt;we leave it all to chance&lt;br /&gt;another heartache&lt;br /&gt;another failed romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;on and on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anybody know &lt;br /&gt;what we are living for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's going to be some stuff you're&lt;br /&gt;going to see thats going to make it&lt;br /&gt;hard to smile in the future, but&lt;br /&gt;through whatever you see, &lt;br /&gt;through all the rain and all the pain,&lt;br /&gt;you got to keep your sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;you got to be able to smile&lt;br /&gt;through all the bullshit..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106739675365476209?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106739675365476209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106739675365476209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106739675365476209' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106728666262654305</id><published>2003-10-27T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:50:55.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt;: MVP &amp; Stagga Lee - Rock Ya Body (Mic Check 1, 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Curently eating/drinking:&lt;/b&gt; nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; brown and pink pac sun shirt, candies jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; idk? kinda lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random thought:&lt;/b&gt; i really really hate the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i think we dream so we dont have to be apart so long.&lt;br /&gt;if we're in each other's dreams..&lt;br /&gt;we can be together all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is fate.. but it only takes you so far..&lt;br /&gt;because once you're up there&lt;br /&gt;its up to you to make it happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not start today&lt;br /&gt;with the broken pieces of yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being around you makes me feel like..&lt;br /&gt;for once in my life.. &lt;br /&gt;i dont have to try to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;it just happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am good, but not an angel&lt;br /&gt;i do sin, but i am not the devil&lt;br /&gt;i am pretty, but not beautiful&lt;br /&gt;i have friends, but i am not the peacemaker&lt;br /&gt;i am just a small girl, in a big world,&lt;br /&gt;trying to find someone to love..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106728666262654305?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106728666262654305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106728666262654305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106728666262654305' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5994571.post-106721491689857281</id><published>2003-10-26T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:51:10.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently playing:&lt;/b&gt; N.Y.C. Underground Party Volume 5 - Mixed by Louie Devito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently eating/drinking:&lt;/b&gt; nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing:&lt;/b&gt; orange and white tank top, DKNY jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current mood:&lt;/b&gt; shitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;im breaking my heart tonite..&lt;br /&gt;so you can see whats inside..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is right now..&lt;br /&gt;this is forever..&lt;br /&gt;and i want it to be&lt;br /&gt;something more..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;my eyes they cannot see&lt;br /&gt;other guys that are cuter&lt;br /&gt;and my ears they cannot hear&lt;br /&gt;my friends say&lt;br /&gt;i should walk away..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;whats meant to be&lt;br /&gt;will find a way..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it seems our day keeps falling on a leap year..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5994571-106721491689857281?l=w0nderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106721491689857281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5994571/posts/default/106721491689857281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w0nderland.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106721491689857281' title=''/><author><name>britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506245026363028785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
