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  <title>Holy Complicated Life, Batman</title>
  <subtitle>the inner workings of a spotless mind...</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-12-22T12:16:38Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coolit:3353</id>
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    <title>HIGH, LOW</title>
    <published>2008-12-22T12:16:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-22T12:16:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found a place to call my home&lt;br /&gt;This suite was made me for alone&lt;br /&gt;Not a man just a thing&lt;br /&gt;She's a queen without a king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken bottles all around&lt;br /&gt;Pools of blood, they stain the ground&lt;br /&gt;People come and people go &lt;br /&gt;Some get high and some get low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some get high, some get low&lt;br /&gt;Some dont try but they wont show&lt;br /&gt;Some did try but they wont grow&lt;br /&gt;Some get high and others low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning's a brand new hell&lt;br /&gt;I find there is nothing to tell&lt;br /&gt;Mind is blank and my face is numb&lt;br /&gt;How can a person be so dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken bottles all around&lt;br /&gt;Pools of blood, they stain the ground&lt;br /&gt;People come and people go &lt;br /&gt;Some get high and some get low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some get high some get low&lt;br /&gt;Some dont try but they dont know&lt;br /&gt;Some will try but they wont grow&lt;br /&gt;Some get high and others low.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coolit:3115</id>
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    <title>ALL WE'RE LEFT WITH</title>
    <published>2008-12-22T12:16:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-22T12:16:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;When all were left with is our suites our ties and silence in the streets&lt;br /&gt;I lost my soul and all my pride&lt;br /&gt;And now im lying here, cold sweat upon my sheets&lt;br /&gt;A colder feeling is inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time let it slip away&lt;br /&gt;Dreamin of mold and clay&lt;br /&gt;Find out how yesturday can go away&lt;br /&gt;You have no say anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory my only guide&lt;br /&gt;Fear of what lurks inside&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a quick ride so i can hide&lt;br /&gt;Wont see it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless faces when we were young&lt;br /&gt;Just led to the ancient graces that deny you your tounge&lt;br /&gt;And mighty day in the fall of rome&lt;br /&gt;You gotsta play while you are known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is just another word thats left behind in you&lt;br /&gt;And ignorance is bliss&lt;br /&gt;If you have it who needs the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all were left with is our suites our ties and silence in the streets&lt;br /&gt;I lost my soul and all my pride&lt;br /&gt;And now im lying here, cold sweat upon my sheets&lt;br /&gt;A colder feeling is inside.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coolit:2682</id>
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    <title>SUMMER GUEST IN WINTER</title>
    <published>2008-12-22T12:13:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-22T12:13:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakthrough&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;Our answers&lt;br /&gt;All of your questions, insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our history seems to repeat&lt;br /&gt;all the answers I stored&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I whisper all of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;I breathe in the air&lt;br /&gt;That you breathe out night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, all that I want is to make you come&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't take control of all your words&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't take control of all your moods&lt;br /&gt;Say, say you don't wanna be part of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where i wanna be&lt;br /&gt;This is where i gotta be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can figure that i'm not into that&lt;br /&gt;How can I&lt;br /&gt;I disobeyed it all&lt;br /&gt;Never lose control of all of your sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;All the words you whispered silently and sweet&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I know&lt;br /&gt;How to let it go&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should try to make things better but, i'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;we should try to make things better but, we're not the only ones.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coolit:2380</id>
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    <title>SAME OLD SONG AND DANCE</title>
    <published>2008-12-22T12:13:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-22T12:13:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white lightning over a horizon&lt;br /&gt;a sudden rush&lt;br /&gt;catch a gimpse of them.&lt;br /&gt;them who are the ones.&lt;br /&gt;the ones we adore&lt;br /&gt;the ones we strive to be&lt;br /&gt;wishng and hoping&lt;br /&gt;what for?&lt;br /&gt;whats the pain worth to you?&lt;br /&gt;why do this to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;what have they ever done for you?&lt;br /&gt;what is a friend anyway&lt;br /&gt;somebody changed the rules&lt;br /&gt;a fixed description of a lie&lt;br /&gt;then you look the other way&lt;br /&gt;you smile as you see the others&lt;br /&gt;seems as though you are not alone at being alone&lt;br /&gt;they feel it too&lt;br /&gt;the pain&lt;br /&gt;seeping through them like a soaked garden of hurt &lt;br /&gt;they share it&lt;br /&gt;they know a secret&lt;br /&gt;a secret that is only revealed to the ones who have felt that pain&lt;br /&gt;and at that moment you realize you are the one&lt;br /&gt;the one people adore&lt;br /&gt;you laugh, you cry, you run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wanna know if its good enough&lt;br /&gt;well its not&lt;br /&gt;its never, never enough&lt;br /&gt;always a new crowd&lt;br /&gt;stop the crowds from coming&lt;br /&gt;the swarms of people&lt;br /&gt;you drown&lt;br /&gt;drown in the devious, disappointed eyes&lt;br /&gt;eyes always on you&lt;br /&gt;never anything right&lt;br /&gt;never know what to say&lt;br /&gt;all i know is&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i wish to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to the desert&lt;br /&gt;the desert of shame&lt;br /&gt;the highlight is there is no pain&lt;br /&gt;you have no name, no pain&lt;br /&gt;but shame&lt;br /&gt;dont try to remember your name&lt;br /&gt;the pain will return&lt;br /&gt;go to the desert&lt;br /&gt;the desert of shame&lt;br /&gt;to rid&lt;br /&gt;to shed&lt;br /&gt;your pain&lt;br /&gt;only thing left is the blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back&lt;br /&gt;back again to the house of hell&lt;br /&gt;where everything is not quite right&lt;br /&gt;down down down to the depths of despare&lt;br /&gt;turn your back on god&lt;br /&gt;what god?&lt;br /&gt;would a god let this happen to them?&lt;br /&gt;they weep for you&lt;br /&gt;why cant you hear them?&lt;br /&gt;you just choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams;fairytales;reality?&lt;br /&gt;whats the difference?&lt;br /&gt;wishing;fake;pain&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in magic?&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont&lt;br /&gt;numb in my own state of mind&lt;br /&gt;i think everyones got a confession to make&lt;br /&gt;but this one is mine&lt;br /&gt;keep it locked up from your judgement, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stranded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave up on waitng &lt;br /&gt;a teardrop gently kisses my eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;thunder sounds about&lt;br /&gt;rain begins to drench my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;it lonesome in the cold, dark moonlit sky&lt;br /&gt;lost and afraid&lt;br /&gt;i should go&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;one more moment to dwell upon sadness&lt;br /&gt;i hear someone call my name&lt;br /&gt;when i look no one is there&lt;br /&gt;no one is ever there&lt;br /&gt;scared and confused&lt;br /&gt;i drift into a silent state&lt;br /&gt;numbing my every move&lt;br /&gt;out from my life, forever&lt;br /&gt;never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quiet mountain smells of fresh glorious lilacs&lt;br /&gt;roses smeared one by one to death&lt;br /&gt;the black moonlight passionately graces the earth&lt;br /&gt;i cry to myself as i am alone&lt;br /&gt;reflecting on my past&lt;br /&gt;i whisper to the sky as it curses my broken soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaningless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these thoughts will one day slow&lt;br /&gt;the bends we amend&lt;br /&gt;brittle bones are erie expressions&lt;br /&gt;pins and needles not the only thing that stab you&lt;br /&gt;you fall, cant get back up&lt;br /&gt;the bodies hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;something wrong with us&lt;br /&gt;death is my friend&lt;br /&gt;you werent&lt;br /&gt;you had no time&lt;br /&gt;some way to live&lt;br /&gt;hope you like the evil that has covered up your heatless self&lt;br /&gt;that is that and this is this&lt;br /&gt;one day after another&lt;br /&gt;get way from me&lt;br /&gt;just leave me in pieces&lt;br /&gt;dig this grave that you have already created in your mind&lt;br /&gt;created the day we met&lt;br /&gt;we learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;to never let it get that far&lt;br /&gt;but you let it get that far&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;because of you&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;restless temptress trapped in life&lt;br /&gt;always resisting your calling knife&lt;br /&gt;speak to them, closed ears neglect&lt;br /&gt;home another day, they can't detect&lt;br /&gt;bored and alone you wonder why&lt;br /&gt;friends have never seen you cry&lt;br /&gt;stay strong for the weak&lt;br /&gt;helpful advice for those who seek&lt;br /&gt;time to time they ask about you as they wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;smiles take over you as you continue to lie&lt;br /&gt;im happy you promise, you force grin&lt;br /&gt;cant relate to the pain that burns deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflection in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never hollow, always pure&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life's hard to endure&lt;br /&gt;softly weeping with the breeze&lt;br /&gt;sadness comes to them with ease&lt;br /&gt;down pour loves a broken soul&lt;br /&gt;wearing it down to an empty hole&lt;br /&gt;rain let up, tears shone in the sun&lt;br /&gt;as they pray and slowly lift their guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water way, water lay&lt;br /&gt;gently, freely, flows away&lt;br /&gt;generals are in their own guilt&lt;br /&gt;look at the empire you have built&lt;br /&gt;sun up above shining down&lt;br /&gt;as one by one they fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;violence never got us anywhere&lt;br /&gt;you shrug as you continue to point and stare&lt;br /&gt;hope you like what is your life&lt;br /&gt;they passed, you killed, they sacrificed&lt;br /&gt;commiting crime, sweden wonders how&lt;br /&gt;but just tell me one thing, are you happy now?</content>
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    <title>LIFE</title>
    <published>2008-12-22T12:11:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-22T12:11:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is the story of how a person got from point A to point Z. Some call it fate, others chance, but what ever you call it, it sure is an iteresting thing to ponder, dont you think? The twisting paths our lives follow. How did you get here? The place where you are right now at this very moment. What series of events brought you to this place at this specific point in time? Where are you in life? Are things turning out the way you'd planned? And by the way, when was the last time you spoke with your parents? Dont you think you want to give them a call, to thank them for the set of circumstances that brought them together at a certain place, at a certin moment in time, when you were created.</content>
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    <title>ARTIST IN THE AMBULANCE</title>
    <published>2008-12-22T12:09:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-22T12:09:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;i'm left here with the question of just&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;what have i to show except the promises I never kept?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;i lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;rhetoric can't raise the dead&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;i'm sick of always talking when there's no change&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;rhetoric can't raise the dead&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;i'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;it gets me down but i'm still gonna try to do what's right,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;i hope that i will never let you down&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>WALLFLOWER</title>
    <published>2008-12-22T12:08:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-22T12:08:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;he wrote a poem &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And he called it &amp;quot;Chops&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;because that was the name of his dog&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And thats what it was all about &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And his teacher gave him an A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;and a gold star &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 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&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And the girl around the corner sent him a &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Valentine signed with a row of X's &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;and he had to ask his father what the X's meant&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And his father always tucked him in bed at night &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And was always there to do it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;he wrote a poem &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And he called it &amp;quot;Autumn&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;because that was the name of the season &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And that's what it was all about &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And his teacher gave him an A &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;and asked him to write more clearly &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;because of its new paint&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And the kids told him &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;thats Father Tracy smoked cigars &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And he left butts on the pews&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And sometimes they would burn holes &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;That was the year his sister got glasses&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;with thick black frames &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And the girl around the corner laughed &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;when he asked her to go see Santa Claus &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And the kids told him why &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;his mother and father kissed a lot &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And his father never tucked him in bed at night &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Once on a piece of paper torn from his notbook &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;he wrote a poem &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And he called it &amp;quot;Innocence: A Question&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;because that was the question about his girl &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And that's what it was all about &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And his professor gave him an A &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;and a strange stready look &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;because he never showed her &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;That was the year that Father Tracy died&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And he forgot how the end &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;of the Apostle's went &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And he caught his sister&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;making out on the back porch &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And his mother and father never kissed &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;or even talked &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And the girl around the corner&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;wore too much makeup &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;That made him cough when he kissed her &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;but he kissed her anyway&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;becacuse that was the thing to do&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And at three A.M he tucked himself into bed &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;his father snoring soundly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;That's why on the back of a brown paper bag&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;he tried another poem &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And he called it &amp;quot;Absolutely Nothing&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Because that's what it was really all about &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And he gave himself an A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;and a slash on each damned wrist &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And he hung it on the bathroom door &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;because he didn't think &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;he could reach the kitchen.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coolit:1359</id>
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    <title>DECEMBER 22 - 6470818671</title>
    <published>2008-12-22T12:07:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-22T12:07:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;at this moment there are 6 billion 4 hundred 70 million 8 hundred 18 thousand 6 hundred 71 people in the world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;some, are running scared.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;some, are coming home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;some tell lies to make it through the day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;others, are now just facing the truth.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;some are evil men at war with good.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;and some are good, stuggling with evil.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;6 billion people in the world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;6 billion souls.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;and sometimes, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you need is one.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:coolit:1273</id>
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    <title>DECEMBER 15th 2:09 AM</title>
    <published>2008-12-16T01:26:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-16T01:26:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Alright. Shit. Alright. Shit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Omg so I after I came in, I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed from the side, my nose looks like that of a beak of a falcon. I just spelled beak as beack. Wow. SPELLCHECK.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Anyway, after I looked from the side, I looked on front and thought I looked pretty, but I wish I was Michele Pfieffer when she was younger like in her teens. She was pretty.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Then I wrote this, but before I started writing I cracked my knuckles. But it wasn&amp;rsquo;t safitsying because&amp;hellip;my hands are cold. So I could feel it. I can feel the cold inside of my hands. Its grossing me out. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;That was sooooo pointless to write. How DO you explain a feeling.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Omg. I hate this song. Its too loud right now. &amp;ldquo;I cant get enough of you baby.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The words are nice. It&amp;rsquo;s got really cute lyrics, but the MUSIC sounds awful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Actually I kinda like it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Good drums.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And good beat.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I think that&amp;rsquo;s what I meant actually.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;w/e&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;ew I never write it like that. Its always w.e&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;do I do that? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Or do I just write what ever. Yea I would write the words. But only in this case. Not for other words.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Im lost.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;That didn&amp;rsquo;t make sense.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Im SO hungry!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I wish I had cheesies and orange juice. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Or something really flavourful ARRIBAS CHIPS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;GET THEM NEXT TIME YOU DO THIS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;DUDE I WANT THEM!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You know whats weird fuck just means&amp;hellip;sex? But yet. It&amp;rsquo;s a swear word.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;How is sex a swear word.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I mean I guess it is for little kids.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;But not to adults.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why was the word fuck invented. Its so rude. But saying sex isn&amp;rsquo;t.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;But it became something we get in trouble for saying.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;When really its just a word.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Its just letters put together.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;People just made up words.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Like&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;What if&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A tree was the name they gave to what we now call a car?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Like&amp;hellip;.those two items change words. A tree becomes the name of a car a car becomes the name of a tree.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Get it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Like&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;..like we gave them names. Words are just made up so that creatures aka human kind could communicate better. Like we say &amp;ldquo;could you please move the car?&amp;rdquo; when we want someone to move it. It&amp;rsquo;s a short cut so that we don&amp;rsquo;t have to do what cavemen did like grunt and point. We do it because we know better. Because the human brain is so complex. That&amp;rsquo;s why religion is crap. We were created by evolution. Not by a god. The only thing that makes me believe in god is where did the creatures come from. But for stupid humans to then go complicate everything and want to kill eachother is because they made it all about them. Gods up there like &amp;ldquo;youre welcome for giving you life, why cant we you just get along. Theres only one of me. I didn&amp;rsquo;t send down some stupid messiah. Im the one and only. And I didn&amp;rsquo;t choose one of you to be able to talk to me. Youre just nuts.&amp;rdquo; Its like what jim gaffigan said! HES SO RIGHT. He said can you imagine being the first people moses told about talking to god through a bush. They&amp;rsquo;re reaction would be like sure you did, you know moses we think you&amp;rsquo;ve been burning a bit of bush.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hahahahabahaha SO RIGHT. OMG anyway&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Laughing is so weird. Its like we write out hahahahahha because that&amp;rsquo;s what we say when laugh or hehehehe for a giggle. So weird. And like when we are laughing so hard. That&amp;rsquo;s so weird we don&amp;rsquo;t make a sound we just vibrate our bodies. Omg I havnt laughed like that in so long. Not since I was friends with D. We laughed till we cried. Or maybe even as long ago as R. I always laugh like that with R. The kind where you hold your stomach and cant breathe. Its so fun!!!!!! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Omg actors have to force laughing. Like imagine doing the same joke over and over. Would it still be funny? No. so like&amp;hellip;.they pretend to laugh. Omg.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;That would be hard. Its sounds so dumb when you fake it. Naturally were like hahaha but acting is like ha ha ha&amp;hellip;.like more proper&amp;hellip;.and longer spaces in between each ha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Wow. Anyway, Im gunna watch Beauty and the Beast and then go to bed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Nanight.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>December 13th   !0:00 PM</title>
    <published>2008-12-16T01:24:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-16T01:24:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I am really sad today. And I don&amp;rsquo;t know why. I&amp;rsquo;m just in one of those moods. I feel like even though things are going really good for me right now&amp;hellip;I&amp;rsquo;m just sad. And I almost feel like I don&amp;rsquo;t have a right to be sad. I know its clich&amp;eacute; to say, but people out there have far worse lives than I do. They aren&amp;rsquo;t some spoiled teenager like me who has everything she&amp;rsquo;s ever wanted. They are people &amp;ndash; kids &amp;ndash; who have had to rely on no one but themselves their whole life. Who am I to complain? What have I even got to complain about. I have a boyfriend &amp;ndash; who by the way kissed someone else tonight. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t his fault.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ps its 11: 23 (AHHH)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I said It didn&amp;rsquo;t bug me, but I so did. She&amp;rsquo;s 16. And who knows if he led her on. I mean he did say &amp;ldquo;I have a gf&amp;rdquo; but still, it just made me feel rotten. I&amp;rsquo;ve cheated on people. And I&amp;rsquo;ve cheated on, but for some reason this one just really kinda hurt. To be honest, I&amp;rsquo;d rather just not know. But anyway, back to the good things in my life. So, I have a bf, I have nice parents, I have a nice house to come home to, I&amp;rsquo;m healthy&amp;hellip; but yet&amp;hellip;I&amp;rsquo;m sad. I haven&amp;rsquo;t a clue what&amp;rsquo;s wrong.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Although, I think I know a contributing factor to my sadness. It is my one true love&amp;rsquo;s birthday tomorrow. Happy birthday, you jackass &amp;lt;3.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>DECEMEBER SOMETHING 2008</title>
    <published>2008-12-16T01:19:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-16T01:19:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Nano second 12345678910&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;.12345678910&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Hi and HIGH are the same words&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Lol high&amp;hellip;like talking saying haha, high&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Let's talk about meeting strangers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Is meeting R weird?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Is it too soon for a bf&amp;hellip;I don&amp;rsquo;t even know him?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Is he being creepy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;How can he love me already?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;IM SO GLAD I DIDN&amp;rsquo;T THROW OUT THAT MCFLURRY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;I cant believe I just broke the spoon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Now it wont scoop properly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Is sugar really good?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Like&amp;hellip;its doesn&amp;rsquo;t really taste good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Does ANY food taste good?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Why cant he wait to meet her?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Are they gunna bcome friends like D and R did?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Would that be weird for me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;LOL what if they cheat with eachother on me!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;So odd&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Like buddy&amp;hellip;you don&amp;rsquo;t even know anything about her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Am&amp;nbsp;I being mean when I asked him so? After he said he cant wait to meet her cause shes youre bff then I asked why&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;I see my self, as I am writing this for the first time&amp;hellip; I am imaginging myself as a famous writer/author.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;He got lippy&amp;hellip;I guess that&amp;nbsp;it was&amp;nbsp;mean to ask so?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;A nice save though..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Man I don&amp;rsquo;t even know him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;HE LOVES ME. Wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Ok I AM creeped out by that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;THIS ISNT A BOOK THIS IS REAL LIFE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;I mean&amp;hellip;what is real life anyway..?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;But what ever it is&amp;hellip;its happening RIGHT now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;And you exist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;You are a person&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;This is it! This is the only life you get&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Why are humans here anyway?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;How did we get created?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Whats our purpose for being created?....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Are we people in a dream?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Is someone dreaming all this up right now and then when he wakes up we all die? The world just&amp;hellip;.ends. by how ever means&amp;hellip;nuclear (lol at me&amp;nbsp;at first&amp;nbsp;writing&amp;nbsp;new clear) winter, that&amp;rsquo;s too clever though cause HES the one whos thinking that though. If this is a dream for him&amp;hellip;or her then&amp;nbsp;well they wouldn&amp;rsquo;t dream about how we would die before it happened. Unless&amp;hellip;..can he do that? Or does just him waking up block his knowledge of how we die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;R is a strange!!! He cant be my boyfriend..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;You don&amp;rsquo;t even know him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Dating&amp;nbsp;outside of high school&amp;nbsp;is different than dating cause you already see how the person is when you meet them in&amp;nbsp;school cause youre always with them so you can see how you act around them..if its comfortable or not. But&amp;hellip;in this sitch specially when one party is already so attatched to the other then&amp;hellip;youre kinda trapped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Im trapped. I cant just say no im not ready to be a gf. I mean like&amp;hellip;.i don&amp;rsquo;t know you. It will crush him!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ok&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;But that was just weird:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #545454"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: purple"&gt;lol what do you want to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #545454"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black"&gt;sex haa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in; line-height: normal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in; line-height: normal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;that was just&amp;hellip;like sex pedifile much? What if it IS his son. I wont know till I meet him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Ah. He loves me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;And hes SO sexual like&amp;hellip;calm down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;But 2 years? He hasnt hooked up, even kissed a girl in 2 years?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Jesus that&amp;rsquo;s a long time. Maybe he actually couldn&amp;rsquo;t get any one cause hes so annoying or gross or something in person. That&amp;rsquo;s what hes kind of like on msn&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #545454"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black"&gt;sex sex SEX SEX SEx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #545454"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #545454"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; line-height: 115%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; love u hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;love u hehe? LOVE YOU HEHE?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK&amp;hellip;why would you say that. I didn&amp;rsquo;t say what do you want to talk about&amp;hellip;I said what do you want to DO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;But you said sex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Saying sex about talk is funny and predictable&amp;hellip;but the do answer was just&amp;hellip;..creepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #545454"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black"&gt;oh come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #545454"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: purple; line-height: 115%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lol come on what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Come on what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #545454"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; line-height: 115%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sexy time tehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;holy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;A 40 year old Mexican. A conner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Who..cons people into meeting up with him. Girls. Girls like me. Oh my GOD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Like what are you wanting to come over?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;And why would he say that thing about mom and dad? To get a hotel room&amp;hellip;on new years? Jesus&amp;hellip;wanna come over and rape me and like make them unavailable so I cant call?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Im MEAN because I said no to SEXY TIME?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;What..are you really thinking about coming over&amp;hellip;.thats so weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;I have to laugh EVERYTHING OFF.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;His annoyingness AND his sexual ness. I don&amp;rsquo;t even like this guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Oh wow say you love me AGAIN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Oh god.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;See im CUTE youre not. Oh my god girls like me, girls like me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;I remind myself of&amp;nbsp;jim gaffigan&amp;hellip;.saying the hes really weird thing in a high pitched voice just like he does it. Everytime I say those words&amp;hellip;I hear him doing that voice, saying those words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Omg. Break through? Ok so listen to this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;why doesn&amp;rsquo;t he have any friends?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Do his friends live away like mine (only 1, I have more friends here) he must have some friends in the&amp;nbsp;school HE goes to?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Wtf&amp;hellip;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Why was his teacher high? (not relevant)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Is that why he works so much?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Because he doesn&amp;rsquo;t have any friends?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Could I just stop talking to him?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Like make it all go away?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;And then meet someone normal?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Bribes me with stuff that &amp;nbsp;someone out of date thinks that girls want to hear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;But really&amp;hellip;its kinda creepy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #545454"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; line-height: 115%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; y do u hate me so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Ok fucking with me? Or ANNOYING SIDE COMING OUT AGAIN?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #545454"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black"&gt;y do u hate me so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #545454"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: purple"&gt;lol i dont! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: purple"&gt;im just into my book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #545454"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; line-height: 115%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i no haha just had to make u talk lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;ok that was pretty cute&amp;hellip;right? So hes nice sometimes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;SO sexual though. An old perv would want to talk about sex with young girls&amp;hellip;like in DROP DDEAD GORGEOUS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;CANT SPELL?!?!?!??!! TYPES BADLY?!?!?! IS HE DUMB?!?!?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Like&amp;hellip;.gorgeause&amp;hellip;really?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Like oh&amp;hellip;weaseled his way in&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;oh be my girl friend its how they do it in aus&amp;rdquo; THEY not we. Is he even Australian!!! Why did he pick there&amp;hellip;why wouldn&amp;rsquo;t he pick something from Europe&amp;hellip;like france&amp;hellip;.or italy? Because everyone says those places&amp;hellip;.So hm&amp;hellip;to make it believeable?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;We kinda always are head to head clashing though&amp;hellip;like tells me to do something but says &amp;ldquo;haha&amp;rdquo; after it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Kinda bossy&amp;hellip;like if you wanna tell me something then just do it without the fake laughter please?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Im rambling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Not even interested in what im reading? Like oh what book! Like&amp;nbsp;J would ask. J ALWAYS asked about everything I was doing. So interested in me&amp;hellip;not just the way I looked and how he much loved me. He had his own life, always..but now Im&amp;nbsp;R's whole life&amp;hellip;and ive known him for a month..i miss j.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;How can he love me?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;WHAT IF THAT FATHER SON JOKE WAS REAL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Like who really doesn&amp;rsquo;t have pictures of themselves? That&amp;rsquo;s why hes stealing the ones his PARENTS aka him&amp;hellip; took of him&amp;hellip;those are the only few I have he would say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Waaaaaaa?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Did he really just do that? Like a baby?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Ew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Normal people do not say waa&amp;hellip;even in joke form.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;That&amp;rsquo;s why he wants it to be just the 3 of us up at whistler. Cause he has no friends. That&amp;rsquo;s why hes excited to meet her. No friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;I SAID IM SORRY,&amp;nbsp;BUGGER OFF.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Will N agree or talk me out of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;She doesn&amp;rsquo;t know anything about him either. She&amp;rsquo;ll agree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Like sure hes nice&amp;hellip;but maybe he knows what to say to young girls to get them to believe him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;But like&amp;hellip;N sees the reality in this. Shes so smart. Im the one whos falling for it. Shes not. That&amp;rsquo;s why she was feeling so sketched about it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #545454"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; line-height: 115%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; nobodys talking to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;why cause you have no friends?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Ps. Why does the computer&amp;rsquo;s volume appear to be off but its still making a &amp;ldquo;pop&amp;rdquo; sound when I receive a message?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;What is a friend anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Umm you dunno why no one is talking to you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Cause you have no friends. No one TO talk to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;And he says cam!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Bugs me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;You just said you hate me. Lol I love you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Didn&amp;rsquo;t even laugh at when I said lol lies! To his I hate you&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Very weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Ok well at least Ive distanced myself and bought myself some time so I can sober up. And then talk to N THEN talk to him with a clear mind after ive read these notes over and get a sober opinion. And advice from her. She will know what to do. She always talks me out of a bad idea. I wonder if shes lying and shes still sketch about whistler even before I show her this letter. When she reads this part though I hope she will tell me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Miley is so annoying and bad at acting. Everyone on the fam channel is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Ew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Anyway. Ugh I was just thinking I&amp;nbsp;need to be a better friend to N.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Im so bossy to her! i dont mean to be!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;Sorry N!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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