<?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-1807763133861029378</id><updated>2012-02-21T15:58:17.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Peter, You've Become A Pirate.</title><subtitle type='html'>You are now entering a top secret lair. 
The area is patrolled regularily by: 
Psychotic henchmen, Rabid guard dogs, Sadistic killer clowns, Insane minions, Genetically engineered super soldiers, Flesh eating zombies, Evil lackeys, Heavily armed titanium robots, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; super villains in training.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-2761466562283439056</id><published>2011-04-13T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T14:13:54.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prequel To The Sequel.</title><content type='html'>Hi. I haven't written here in a while have I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just haven't had things on my mind anymore. Or I had things on my mind but they were too secret to be posted in public. Hopefully I'm going to start writing again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to do anymore. The past few days have been wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, continue school, go home, play some music, do homework, go to bed. ANNNND REPEAT.&lt;br /&gt;Not that that's bad or anything, it's just a tad bland. Bland is how it was before so that's alright. I'm totally okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee I kind of miss doing this for the sake of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. Just post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-2761466562283439056?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/2761466562283439056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2011/04/prequel-to-sequel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2761466562283439056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2761466562283439056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2011/04/prequel-to-sequel.html' title='Prequel To The Sequel.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-2845380858919885999</id><published>2010-12-01T17:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:45:35.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sober Up Quick.</title><content type='html'>sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing to deserve this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-2845380858919885999?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/2845380858919885999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/12/sober-up-quick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2845380858919885999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2845380858919885999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/12/sober-up-quick.html' title='Sober Up Quick.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-8692525869382138004</id><published>2010-11-30T21:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:46:29.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet December.</title><content type='html'>It's been one hour into the last month of the year.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say first of all, Happy December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of year where I kind of look back on the year passing. I like giving it judgement on whether it was a good year or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well negatively speaking;&lt;br /&gt;The start of this year was terrible, and I almost gave up on school, love, my family, and even a few friends. I was going on and on about how 2010 was going to be a terrible year, and how it was just going to be like 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something was blocking my view of all negativity-- Well, more like someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it neared the end of the school year of 2010, I figure out what I wanna do with my life with a little help from school, I figure out whether someone really loved me or not, unlike the beginning of my romance venture, I realized that your family is your family, and you can't pick and choose, and if you can't do something about it, just ignore it, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I realized that I really do have real friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know why I get stressed with school so much, and that's because I always think that parents and teachers always expect more than what I have to offer, but really, I feared their expectations by choosing to procrastinate, so therefore, I AM cheating them because I really can give as much as they expect.&lt;br /&gt;I now know that their expectations aren't as high as I make them sound because I can do better; I know I can. This is why I've been trying so hard this school year, and it's really doing me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is bittersweet, and doesn't really hit you until you REALLY feel it smack you in the face.&lt;br /&gt;Those who always think they're in love with a person they had just met for a few days, now piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;Darling, what you wanna say is you LIKE that person; you are at no level to call it love unless you've experienced true love before and know what it feels like. &lt;br /&gt;That's what happened to me earlier in the year and man, didn't I get screwed over.  Little did I know that after going through all that relationship drama, I really did get treated well in the end, and NOW I can say it's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been rough patches here and there (and here and there and there and there) with my family, but I can deal with it and eventually get over it. Always looking at your family negativly never gets you anywhere. It just digs deeper into the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my friends, they may be the ones where you say 'oh I never argue with her because she's my best friend and we couldn't possibly argue with eachother'&lt;br /&gt;well, I learned that REAL friends are honest with you whether it's gonna upset you or not. They let you know what's on their mind or if you're doing something that bothers them, and whether it upsets you or not, it somehow brings the relationship more together and well.. Just fixes everything. You learn new things about them, and them you, and things just work out well in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my overall judgement of 2010?&lt;br /&gt;It was great. Really really great. Lessons learned, challenges defeated, goals achieved. Things were just overall really great despite stupid moments, hard times, and just plain old bad luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I shouldn't get ahead of myself because I've still got 31 days to live in the year of 2010 before it's over. God knows what'll happen then. &lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off. Goodnight blogger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-and as for th picture challenge, I kind of failed that. S'all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chimo. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-8692525869382138004?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/8692525869382138004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/11/sweet-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/8692525869382138004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/8692525869382138004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/11/sweet-december.html' title='Sweet December.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-3589369773208311962</id><published>2010-11-29T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:43:17.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck In A Metaphore.</title><content type='html'>I'll be straight up with this; I clearly haven't been myself lately. I just hate it when the stupidest things come to my mind, and it won't leave me alone until 1) I find a solution or 2) Figure out what the hell is even on my mind in the first place. Oh gosh. Now that I think about it, this is kind of frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I kind of know what's bugging me, but when explained to other people, they see nothing wrong with the problem. Except for you, bub. You always get it. Haha&lt;br /&gt;What I'm saying is that I'm basically partially certain with what's wrong with me. And it's not like this whole mind game is the only reason. I feel like some people are sometimes ignorant to the fact that there are more things that can go on with a person than just one thing. And yes, it alters their mood. What part doesn't everybody get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest problem is.. Well I'll explain it with a metaphore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of like when you have boxes under your bed with odd labels on them; you don't really know what's inside until you REALLY check it out. &lt;br /&gt;With the odd label, people may get the wrong impression of what's in the box, without knowing what it's really like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why all I want to do is keep this box under my bed, regardless of who wants to see it's contents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-3589369773208311962?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/3589369773208311962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/11/stuck-in-metaphore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3589369773208311962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3589369773208311962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/11/stuck-in-metaphore.html' title='Stuck In A Metaphore.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-3584703800585664437</id><published>2010-11-24T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:59:02.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like To Pretend.</title><content type='html'>Why the fuck do people overreact the way they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are things like that really THAT necessary to go fucking nuts about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people ignore all the many positive things and only point out that one negative thing that you did. What the fuck is this?&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is when you did that thing once before, and at an even worse state, and you get mad cause the person you're bitching at did bad, but yet, they did do as bad as you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are peoples expectations so fucking high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we fucking super humans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. So get the fuck out, and fucking listen this time. Only until you listen to me, will be when I listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;Go back to work and see you next wednesday, ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's fantastic is that all this happens in super secret, and has to be totally ignored when I'm at school because I'm not allowed to be fucking upset anymore because people get angry with me if I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can go fuck itself in the ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-3584703800585664437?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/3584703800585664437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-like-to-pretend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3584703800585664437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3584703800585664437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-like-to-pretend.html' title='I Like To Pretend.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-3877319375591818752</id><published>2010-11-03T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:31:19.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Hurts To Know That You Belong Here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TNIzupx4ECI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ybbfBFK_4k8/s1600/148391_448225178313_704393313_5517822_8217975_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TNIzupx4ECI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ybbfBFK_4k8/s320/148391_448225178313_704393313_5517822_8217975_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535543768573808674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Nine: A Picture Of Your Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something today.&lt;br /&gt;No, it wasn't the fact that silly bands are made out of used condoms, (although I did learn that aswell) But it was that I'm so glad my mom is as cool as she is, cause her mom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom's just whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't approve of anything unless she's in charge, and when she IS in charge, she simply just doesn't approve of anything. She's always up in your fucking face, and she needs to know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mommy.&lt;br /&gt;For being cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk what else to blog about xD I've kinda had really not so positive blogs lately.&lt;br /&gt;Do what a good friend of mine does; list a bunch of positive things that happened this week:&lt;br /&gt;-My history mark went up.&lt;br /&gt;-Atreyu was so sxc.&lt;br /&gt;-I can play again.&lt;br /&gt;-I love mommy. She be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noo?? K NIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-3877319375591818752?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/3877319375591818752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-hurts-to-know-that-you-belong-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3877319375591818752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3877319375591818752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-hurts-to-know-that-you-belong-here.html' title='It Hurts To Know That You Belong Here.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TNIzupx4ECI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ybbfBFK_4k8/s72-c/148391_448225178313_704393313_5517822_8217975_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-5692445523121183536</id><published>2010-11-01T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:20:22.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Voice Is Never Heard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TM9zYVYpWAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3fxCpO0nfEY/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TM9zYVYpWAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3fxCpO0nfEY/s320/004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534769328956200962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Eight: A Picture Of Your Favourite Band/Musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly why is this bothering me so much? I don't even know what's bothering me to begin with. Is it school? I think it's school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I stayed at home all day. What did I do? Absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It felt great, and people don't understand how great it felt. After a week of non-stop crying, working, and.. well other stuff I guess, It feels so great to just sit down for a few good hours and do whatever the fuck I want.&lt;br /&gt;People would rather me work, but honestly, if I didn't do this today, it would be last week all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason why I've been feeling so bothered and empty is because I haven't had time to myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what makes me upset? I haven't played guitar in three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like somethings just getting in my way, and I haven't been myself in a long while now. I am strongly convinced it's school.&lt;br /&gt;It's not only that I guess. I guess being pushed to lead singer instead of guitarist has got me to stop playing, but that's such a stupid reason.&lt;br /&gt;Then why have I stopped playing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want my music back, my social life back, and myself back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really handle anything anymore. Everywhere I look at school makes me wanna cry. I've been talking back to teachers, and have just been being a total bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I feel terrible, but it's also their fault to begin with. These teachers have no sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;The other day when I broke down crying in science class, what did Sanchez do? She walked away, then assigned us more work. Is that really how you do things? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Bringing up the thing about not playing music anymore is making me cry. I miss going up to my room after school and just fooling around with the guitar, even though I can't even play very well. It's just the fact that it's something I've always wanted to do all my life, and I'm letting it just sit there collect dust. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sing, nor do I want to be the star of the show. I wanna do what I like doing the most, and feel comfortable doing the most, which is playing guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so stupid being upset about this.&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, after Atreyu, I'm going to L&amp;M, I'm gonna buy myself a new patch cord, a new set of strings for my electric AND acoustic, and I just wanna play.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really wanna play again.&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/1807763133861029378-5692445523121183536?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/5692445523121183536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/11/broken-glass-your-fake-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/5692445523121183536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/5692445523121183536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/11/broken-glass-your-fake-reflection.html' title='One Voice Is Never Heard.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TM9zYVYpWAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3fxCpO0nfEY/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-4137505208877741418</id><published>2010-10-31T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:26:09.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind's In A Golden Train.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TM5AmPoJlfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7P3CsBO-Kwg/s1600/75333_450538219220_562544220_5423673_4386823_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TM5AmPoJlfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7P3CsBO-Kwg/s320/75333_450538219220_562544220_5423673_4386823_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534432017859057138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Seven: A Picture Of Someone You Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel weird? It feels like something is still missing. I just.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside that, Yeah I love this picture. I love the person in the picture more than I love the actual picture.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there, even when I'm not my best. Especially when I am not my best.&lt;br /&gt;I just. Ugh. Nevermind. Idk what to say. Happy Hallowe'en.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-4137505208877741418?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/4137505208877741418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-minds-in-golden-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4137505208877741418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4137505208877741418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-minds-in-golden-train.html' title='My Mind&apos;s In A Golden Train.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TM5AmPoJlfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7P3CsBO-Kwg/s72-c/75333_450538219220_562544220_5423673_4386823_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-742208061354597388</id><published>2010-10-28T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:21:49.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste Of Ink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMpPzku7I9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/uF_o6C4boJQ/s1600/tumblr_lawfg7DMXQ1qdkl7uo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMpPzku7I9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/uF_o6C4boJQ/s320/tumblr_lawfg7DMXQ1qdkl7uo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533322839630488530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Six: A Picture That Makes You Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I have the friends I have. They make me feel better easily.&lt;br /&gt;When they're not being their best to me, they always make it up to me, and make me in an even better mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else really to say, so goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-742208061354597388?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/742208061354597388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/taste-of-ink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/742208061354597388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/742208061354597388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/taste-of-ink.html' title='Taste Of Ink.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMpPzku7I9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/uF_o6C4boJQ/s72-c/tumblr_lawfg7DMXQ1qdkl7uo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-1389654602526884286</id><published>2010-10-26T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:38:15.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy, Out Of Mind, Every Moment, Every Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMeA3BWLpmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1ZQzM41LIqc/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMeA3BWLpmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1ZQzM41LIqc/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532532349990577762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Five: A Picture Of Yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I really am always right. In the non-cockiest way; I. Am. Always. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to this kind of stuff at least.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I can't ask you for things because you complain about them, and when I bring that up, you deny it and say that you do it out of your own will.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, k, I appreciate your generousity, but respect would me nice too. And not just to me, that includes the one you chose to spend your life with. Is that the way you treat that person? Last time I checked, no, it wasn't. So don't tell us to shut the fuck up, if you can't do it yourself. Oh, and name calling isn't necessary either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't fucking understand why I'm so hesitant to ask you for things. "Ohhhh just ask him." Shut the fuck up. You don't know what I get out of asking him. Yeah, I get what I want, but I also end up really fucked up, just like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not something I can easily talk about with people. So don't even bother asking. If I can't do something, I. Can't. Do it. Quit begging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-1389654602526884286?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/1389654602526884286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/crazy-out-of-mind-every-moment-every.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1389654602526884286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1389654602526884286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/crazy-out-of-mind-every-moment-every.html' title='Crazy, Out Of Mind, Every Moment, Every Time.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMeA3BWLpmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1ZQzM41LIqc/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-214870193123538857</id><published>2010-10-25T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:57:13.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Be An Astronaut And Get High.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMZLEaGn9pI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AG7qKj2m8Z0/s1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMZLEaGn9pI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AG7qKj2m8Z0/s320/015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532191731369899666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Four: A Picture Of The Last Place You Went On Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I look at it, that time went by really quickly. But I remember many particular moments in that trips, in great detail too.&lt;br /&gt;They weren't even important moments. I can remember things like drinking that really really good bottled yogurt while talking to you on msn with the portable internet. I remember crying on the second week wanting to go home. I remember sitting on my porch writing in that silly journal of mine, hoping that that would make the time pass by faster.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such an idiot though; I spent all that time moping around about wanting to go home, I didn't enjoy my time the way I should've. I should've taken my own advice when I said "just have fun and enjoy yourself so that it's enjoyable, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; time will pass by at a reasonable pace. But still, at least that trip was great enough to have so many pointless memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't bad, not at all. I had a good start in the morning; Got my presentation overwith, which means that's one less assignment to worry about (although I didn't do the write up for it, but it's all good cause people are still doing more presentations tomorrow and I still have time to hand it in tomorrow WHICH IS GOOD cause I finished it.) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Health care class kind of scares me sometimes now. It's not the bad scare though -- I'm just more aware of things now, and am more careful with the things I do. I'm really enjoying that course. It also gives me enough knowledge to properly explain and teach my wonderful boyfriend why it is bad to not eat properly. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Haha well science was a drag. (It always is.) Well I guess it wasn't really; It was just kind of really boring. I did my work though, and understand that stuff, so that's a plus side? lol&lt;br /&gt;History is always good. Idk why I never liked that class at the beginning of the year. It's one of my favourite classes now, cause not only does it end my day, but I actually do my work in that class, and the teacher babies me, so I don't feel like I'm failing in that class. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was probably the most exciting 'cause I went to QP with my MuffinMix. &gt;:3 Haha interesting conversations went on, but it's good that they did. I'm sure you'll figure something out soon. You better. I wanna get started on making you work really hard for school. &gt;;D No pressure though. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, cooked dinner, sat on a chair for 4 hours doing nothing but work. (Okay, browsing facebook aswell) told some kid off, talked with a biffle I love oh so well, took a shower, now I'm here. There's my evening in full detail? Don't think you really needed to know that, nor would you really care. xD Haha I said "sat on a chair and did nothing but work" but everything after that kinda cancels out the "did nothing but" part of that sentence. I'm confusing myself now and.. omg I've gone crosseyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this is a long blog. Haven't seen one in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to burst bubbles but I'm gonna go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chimo. &gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-214870193123538857?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/214870193123538857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/shut-up-and-let-me-see-your-jazz-hands.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/214870193123538857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/214870193123538857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/shut-up-and-let-me-see-your-jazz-hands.html' title='I Wanna Be An Astronaut And Get High.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMZLEaGn9pI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AG7qKj2m8Z0/s72-c/015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-8248706280375850950</id><published>2010-10-24T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T18:32:52.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Hypocrisy Is Killing Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMR5XLm36XI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BqNBiEVNh2s/s1600/lj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMR5XLm36XI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BqNBiEVNh2s/s320/lj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531679681477601650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Three: A Picture That Makes You Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell others to be committed to their promises, whether it's their sleeping patterns or eating habits. It's such a shame that I can't keep my own promises.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna be a good student this year." If I meant that, my work would have been done by yesterday. I feel like I'm letting my partner down, my teachers down, and myself down. I can eat my words if I do end up finishing by today, but still, I'd prefer to have things nicely done, than rushed. I'm not gonna stop now, so I'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chimo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-8248706280375850950?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/8248706280375850950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-hypocracy-is-killing-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/8248706280375850950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/8248706280375850950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-hypocracy-is-killing-me.html' title='This Hypocrisy Is Killing Me.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMR5XLm36XI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BqNBiEVNh2s/s72-c/lj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-2947644184232036668</id><published>2010-10-23T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T11:15:08.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Tell The Truth But They Don't Care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMNBqnrOWdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GWmciarm7co/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMNBqnrOWdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GWmciarm7co/s320/004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531336967801690578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Two: A Picture Of Yourself A Year Ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good, but sometimes I feel like something doesn't feel right; As if something's different, or missing. Or that missing something, is different. Is it just me? Am I the one missing something? Things are just flat out weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-2947644184232036668?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/2947644184232036668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/huddle-formation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2947644184232036668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2947644184232036668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/huddle-formation.html' title='You Tell The Truth But They Don&apos;t Care.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMNBqnrOWdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GWmciarm7co/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-8968611179586753399</id><published>2010-10-22T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T21:09:15.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is A Picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMJdNMyH-GI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mNjdN4W2HVs/s1600/69818_10150271084565230_515230229_15318096_7674053_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMJdNMyH-GI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mNjdN4W2HVs/s320/69818_10150271084565230_515230229_15318096_7674053_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531085773715535970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One: Your Facebook Profile Picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, I kinda love this picture. &gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;Goooooooood times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm with BP right now doing some fun shit. Really fun shit. No lie.&lt;br /&gt;I now know that Hayley Williams infact DOES NOT have a child xD Good old research.&lt;br /&gt;This blog isn't going anywhere. I'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. :3&lt;br /&gt;Sleep well, and PLEAAASE eat breakfast. Don't feel bad though cause it's still a working process. Just try to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me?&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/1807763133861029378-8968611179586753399?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/8968611179586753399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-picture.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/8968611179586753399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/8968611179586753399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-picture.html' title='This Is A Picture.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/TMJdNMyH-GI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mNjdN4W2HVs/s72-c/69818_10150271084565230_515230229_15318096_7674053_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-395082556158654526</id><published>2010-10-22T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T06:17:16.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I'm Breaking The Habit.</title><content type='html'>This'll prolly get me blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;POST A PHOTO EVERY DAY&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo 1. your facebook profile photo&lt;br /&gt;photo 2. a photo of yourself a year ago&lt;br /&gt;photo 3. a photo that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;photo 4. a photo of the last place you went on holiday&lt;br /&gt;photo 5. a photo of you&lt;br /&gt;photo 6. a photo that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;photo 7. a photo of someone you love&lt;br /&gt;photo 8. a photo of your favourite band/musician&lt;br /&gt;photo 9. a photo of your family&lt;br /&gt;photo 10. a photo of you as a baby&lt;br /&gt;photo 11. a photo of your favourite film(s)&lt;br /&gt;photo 12. a photo of you&lt;br /&gt;photo 13. a photo of your best friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;photo 14. a photo of one of your favourite family members&lt;br /&gt;photo 15. a photo of you and someone you love&lt;br /&gt;photo 16. a photo of you at the last party you went to&lt;br /&gt;photo 17. a drunk photo of you&lt;br /&gt;photo 18. a photo of one of your classes&lt;br /&gt;photo 19. a photo of you on a school trip&lt;br /&gt;photo 20. a photo of something you enjoy doing&lt;br /&gt;photo 21. the newest photo of you &lt;br /&gt;photo 22. a photo of your town&lt;br /&gt;photo 23. a photo of your friend as a baby&lt;br /&gt;photo 24. a photo of you that your hair looks nice in&lt;br /&gt;photo 25. a photo of a night you loved&lt;br /&gt;photo 26. a photo of your favorite weekend&lt;br /&gt;photo 27. a photo of last summer&lt;br /&gt;photo 28. a photo of what you ate today&lt;br /&gt;photo 29. a photo of someone you find attractive&lt;br /&gt;photo 30. a photo of you when you were happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-395082556158654526?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/395082556158654526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/cause-im-breaking-habit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/395082556158654526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/395082556158654526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/cause-im-breaking-habit.html' title='Cause I&apos;m Breaking The Habit.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-7259412325524675776</id><published>2010-10-22T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T06:05:29.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Created God?</title><content type='html'>I'm in religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner is an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pce out gurl skout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-7259412325524675776?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/7259412325524675776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-created-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7259412325524675776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7259412325524675776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-created-god.html' title='Who Created God?'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-1311837992350760037</id><published>2010-10-17T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:28:43.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're The Only One That Wore Your Seatbelt.</title><content type='html'>Maybe there is a bit to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of communication I have with some people really gets on my nerves. Especially when that communication is really important if there's going to be some working together going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no "I" in "team," nor in "solo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, all I wanted was to have fun, but also take things seriously. But I don't want things so serious that it gets everybody so damn frustrated. I've always been able to have fun, while taking something seriously, and doing them in the right manner. It's painful to look around and see that some are incapable of doing so. It's keeping me from doing the same aswell, because I have to get so worked up by everyone else getting so worked up. I understand that we weren't the first to join, but we're part of your team now, and we should have a say, and have it been taken seriously, and actually have it affect your actions in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all honesty, we can't be playing hot potato with numerous things.&lt;br /&gt;We shouldn't have complaints to pass back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;Names to be passed back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;Blaming to be passed back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want listening, honesty, and even equality passed around. And a spotlight should be passed around aswell; it shouldn't always just be on one person, and that one person shouldn't always feel like they own the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't handle frustration, stress, or just anything that'll seriously make me want to punch in a wall. People never understand me when I say I want this to be fun. I DO take things seriously when I have fun. People think that when I say fun, I mean just fuck around and do whatever I want cause it's not important. Noooo, I want this to be fun as in get some serious things accomplished, with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The definition of fun is "enjoyable" and "amusing" is it not? Kay well then stop saying I don't get the fucking point cause I do. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not right and things are never going to work that way if that's the way it's going to be.&lt;br /&gt;and really, if that's the way it's going to be, then I won't be able to work this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-1311837992350760037?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/1311837992350760037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/caught-in-web.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1311837992350760037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1311837992350760037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/caught-in-web.html' title='You&apos;re The Only One That Wore Your Seatbelt.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-1731713819828340765</id><published>2010-10-10T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T19:47:14.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Identity Desparately Seeking Change.</title><content type='html'>Life is just too beautiful at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's absolutely nothing I can complain about. Well... There is, but like you said, it shouldn't be important if that isn't the bigger picture. Just smile and think positive. For the past hour I couldn't help but do that, and only that, and I'm now just in the greatest mood possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Today was great. Jamming was really fun and productive. &lt;strong&gt;But I seriously need to work on my vocals cause they suck horseshit.&lt;/strong&gt; Aside from that, it was a great practice. I feel bad for not bringing any money though. T_T I'm totally broke, and I needa save up for Atreyu in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH SPEAKING OF CONCERTS. I'M MISSING ANBERLIN. Sad Carla is sad. They were on my "bands to see before I die" list.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda really need to see The Higher aswell. I love them so much, holy shit. I really wanna see Born Ruffians, Franz Ferdinand, BTBAM, and another concert similar to BTBAM that'll prolly give me a concussion. Paramore is a huge one aswell. I'd know all their lyrics LOL. Fuck I'm such a concert whore. tutut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the more the merrier. More reasons to hang out with my cookielips. (Yes BP, that's you.) &gt;:] We srsly need to see eachother more or else I'm gonna shoot myself.&lt;br /&gt;You're prolly not going to read this for another few months cause you rarely check your blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'all good. C:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go nightnight. Even though it's like, 10:45. I'm sososososososo sleepy. Your fault. &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Goodnight blogger. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-1731713819828340765?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/1731713819828340765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/forever-and-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1731713819828340765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1731713819828340765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/forever-and-ever.html' title='An Identity Desparately Seeking Change.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-1612778097489925687</id><published>2010-10-07T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:33:57.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Half Asleep, And I'm Wide Awake.</title><content type='html'>Hello there October. I hope you'll be the lucky month where I get my bloggers streak again. I'm so sad about barely writing anything in September. It was such a good month too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as far as I know, I think I'm doing great in school, even in science. I've really got my future planned out here so now I that I've got some motivation, I've really got my head in the game. Whether it's planning out what university I'm going to go to when I graduate to planning out what kind of dog I'm going to have as a pet when I move out. Well, of course it's going to be a black Lab named Charlie. ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside school, home is, mmm well okay for now. There are people who get on my nerves but what can you do? Ugh to be honest, I'd do whatever I could that would get her to accept everything. I'm growing up, she's getting old, there are new trends in style, and old ways she's trying to save from becoming old fashion. What she doesn't know is that they are very out of date already and that she should just give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, like I said. What can we do? There is a certain group of people that just have minds that you can't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaywell, chimo.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll write more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-1612778097489925687?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/1612778097489925687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-half-asleep-and-im-wide-awake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1612778097489925687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1612778097489925687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-half-asleep-and-im-wide-awake.html' title='I&apos;m Half Asleep, And I&apos;m Wide Awake.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-14652834718941392</id><published>2010-09-25T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T23:03:26.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Eclipsed By Me.</title><content type='html'>Hello there blogger. Long time no speak. Like, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really just never ever have anything to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? I'm happy. Nothing ever bothers me anymore. I have a reason to smile if something ever does bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember writing a blog whenever I got a chance while I was away. I kind of miss doing that. I think I'm gonna start writing short blogs every 2-3 days just saying what's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what I used to do in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm What's on my mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;-I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;-He's happy.&lt;br /&gt;-They're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-New school year. &lt;br /&gt;-New great friends.&lt;br /&gt;-New outlook on life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really all equals to me being extremely happy, and prepared for what's attacking me next. I'm just so happy I've figured everything out. Especially now. At this age. &lt;br /&gt;I kind of owe most of it to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you. &lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me I don't have to say thank you for that. I really do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;:')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-14652834718941392?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/14652834718941392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-eclipsed-by-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/14652834718941392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/14652834718941392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-eclipsed-by-me.html' title='You Eclipsed By Me.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-1419990931568882535</id><published>2010-09-06T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T22:39:52.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voices Screaming Are Much Too Loud.</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrows the day.&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is excited, but the other feels like everything had just gone by way too fast this summer and some days just deserve a replay. I can pick a few days to replay.. aha. ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to see people I haven't seen for the entire summer, I'm excited to see who my new teachers and classmates are, and I'm definately excited for Kat's birthday tomorrow. I'm gonna help her have the best birthday yet cause I most definately owe her. She deserves it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep, so I'm writing this with my iPod. Just thought I'd leave you a little something to read before you go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay up to late. &lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to eat breakfast tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Smile. &lt;br /&gt;And I love you. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez I sound like a mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-1419990931568882535?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/1419990931568882535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/09/voices-screaming-are-much-too-loud.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1419990931568882535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1419990931568882535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/09/voices-screaming-are-much-too-loud.html' title='The Voices Screaming Are Much Too Loud.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-1074949424673418236</id><published>2010-09-03T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T13:03:46.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Eyes Don't Lie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dab0a223e3b61726" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddab0a223e3b61726%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332392717%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10CFF4B868BAC3074558A689EA74FF59EB0DCDBF.37AA2DB40A4AB08110EDFCAEA416D71D30370C43%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddab0a223e3b61726%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlkPtVCrHC0WImGwQtqegXhaFl2k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddab0a223e3b61726%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332392717%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10CFF4B868BAC3074558A689EA74FF59EB0DCDBF.37AA2DB40A4AB08110EDFCAEA416D71D30370C43%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddab0a223e3b61726%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlkPtVCrHC0WImGwQtqegXhaFl2k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't very inspiring compared to all the other secret videos I've seen. What can I say? I have a great life, so there isn't much to complain about. There are some things I can never explain because I'm either too shy or too embarrassed to talk about them. But now that you know, I guess you'll get me a bit better. &lt;br /&gt;Smile. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh and I know there's a typo in one of the cards. Don't bitch about it. kthnx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-1074949424673418236?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/1074949424673418236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/09/blue-eyes-dont-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1074949424673418236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1074949424673418236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/09/blue-eyes-dont-lie.html' title='Blue Eyes Don&apos;t Lie.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-4437022940686406883</id><published>2010-09-01T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:39:39.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Your Lips, She Drew The Hallelujah.</title><content type='html'>I haven't written a long blog in quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that silly challenge thing is over, I can get back to speaking my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Things are so much better; people are happier, and I've got a new start coming for me when school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know any particular reason why, but my dad has been in a much better mood lately. I don't know what's up, but I hope he keeps it like that.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand though, I do know the reason of my sister's happiness, and you're blind as a bat if you don't see it. I'm just so happy for her. She seems to know how I feel now and just gets it more. Which is good, just saying. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for school. Is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;I miss walking through Christie every day hoping I'd run into you. It's gonna be great. : )&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna see faces I haven't seen all summer, whether I like them or not&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna see teachers I haven't seen all summer, whether they like me or not. &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna get myself together though this year. I said that when I was graduating Essex, but shit talks, things happen.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm almost certain I'll do better this year. Boyfriend or no boyfriend. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say, so I'mma go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry, and I've got a lovely face to see in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pce out girl scouts. &gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-4437022940686406883?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/4437022940686406883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-your-lips-she-drew-hallelujah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4437022940686406883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4437022940686406883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-your-lips-she-drew-hallelujah.html' title='From Your Lips, She Drew The Hallelujah.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-4877928390688942442</id><published>2010-08-31T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:53:07.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.</title><content type='html'>1: I've always wanted to date someone who is actually better than me at almost everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-4877928390688942442?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/4877928390688942442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4877928390688942442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4877928390688942442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/1.html' title='1.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-2967824508731150136</id><published>2010-08-31T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:19:07.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Attract.</title><content type='html'>It's just so different now, but in such a good way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-2967824508731150136?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/2967824508731150136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-4250888399165244911</id><published>2010-08-31T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:53:02.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2.</title><content type='html'>1: :')&lt;br /&gt;2: T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-4250888399165244911?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/4250888399165244911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4250888399165244911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4250888399165244911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/2.html' title='2.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-9200389380270600846</id><published>2010-08-31T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:51:33.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding The Breaks.</title><content type='html'>Don't do something stupid when you know it's gonna break someones heart.&lt;br /&gt;Don't do something stupid even if it helps relieve you of any pain whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Don't do something stupid cause I know you're gonna regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't smart bub, Just sayin. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-9200389380270600846?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/9200389380270600846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/riding-breaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/9200389380270600846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/9200389380270600846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/riding-breaks.html' title='Riding The Breaks.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-8120027887043668097</id><published>2010-08-29T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:15:06.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3.</title><content type='html'>1: Multi-talent.&lt;br /&gt;2: Sensibility.&lt;br /&gt;3: Humorous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-8120027887043668097?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/8120027887043668097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/8120027887043668097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/8120027887043668097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/3.html' title='3.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-2766482379627619780</id><published>2010-08-28T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T23:38:59.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Me?</title><content type='html'>Why you?&lt;br /&gt;Because I've never met anyone who's made me feel so loved in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel special.&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel golden.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say good morning sleepy head.&lt;br /&gt;I say good morning sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;You say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I say I love you more.&lt;br /&gt;You say that's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;I say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;You punish me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..But I don't mind the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that is just special, and I saw it the day I met you.&lt;br /&gt;That's why. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a better answer, babycakes? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-2766482379627619780?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/2766482379627619780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2766482379627619780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2766482379627619780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-me.html' title='Why Me?'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-3181900809813753508</id><published>2010-08-28T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:40:24.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.</title><content type='html'>1: Lack of respect.&lt;br /&gt;2: Being fake&lt;br /&gt;3: Clingy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;4: Smoking and Drugs are a no-no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-3181900809813753508?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/3181900809813753508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3181900809813753508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3181900809813753508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/4.html' title='4.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-8333162622618568892</id><published>2010-08-26T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:31:05.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Had Enough; It's Time For Something Real.</title><content type='html'>Oh dear. I missed a few blogs.&lt;br /&gt;It's all good, cause last night was the most amazing night of my LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;THAT CONCERT WAS FUCKING AMAZING. I'm so glad I spent it with the people I went with. Ily all to death. No lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even use words to explain now my night was. I'll just say alskdjfoailkdszlcxlvolkasdfckznmx ,zvaoilksdcvjlkasmdlkfas.,mx zvoaljekdszvasdf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pce Out Gurl Scouts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-8333162622618568892?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/8333162622618568892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-had-enough-its-time-for-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/8333162622618568892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/8333162622618568892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-had-enough-its-time-for-something.html' title='I&apos;ve Had Enough; It&apos;s Time For Something Real.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-1347292795811108904</id><published>2010-08-23T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:45:10.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5.</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna do this post 'cause everyone is really important to me and play great roles in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to be a bummer. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-1347292795811108904?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/1347292795811108904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1347292795811108904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1347292795811108904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/5.html' title='5.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-3317309331867515413</id><published>2010-08-23T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:36:01.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Loving You Is Harder Than You Know.</title><content type='html'>It's only been two weeks and you've done more than any of my past relationships. I have never felt this way before, and I think I'm okay with calling it love, even though it's a young age.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to a friend bawl over losing something like what we have, then sitting with you at the park made me think, "can you imagine if I lost all this?"&lt;br /&gt;I will drop dead. Just like what you said today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, thanks so much. For everything. Especially today.&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't drop dead as long as we keep things the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;I love you. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-3317309331867515413?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/3317309331867515413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-loving-you-is-harder-than-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3317309331867515413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3317309331867515413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-loving-you-is-harder-than-you-know.html' title='Not Loving You Is Harder Than You Know.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-7597213144588982855</id><published>2010-08-23T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:04:02.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6.</title><content type='html'>1: Every single phone call with you.&lt;br /&gt;2: Every text wasted on you.&lt;br /&gt;3: Every secret shared with you.&lt;br /&gt;4: Every lunch skipped for you.&lt;br /&gt;5: Every kiss with you.&lt;br /&gt;6: Every single thing about me erased just for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-7597213144588982855?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/7597213144588982855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7597213144588982855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7597213144588982855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/6.html' title='6.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-7460478765998757264</id><published>2010-08-22T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:47:05.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This War Is Ours.</title><content type='html'>When somethings worth fighting for, I'd fight until the very end. I have something worth fighting for, and believe me, I would never give up when it comes to fighting for someone important to me.&lt;br /&gt;I partially get you, but I partially don't. I know those good feelings you're talking about; those feelings where if you don't have this one thing, you will never ever feel complete. This certain someone or something is such a huge part of your life, you'd be nothing without it.&lt;br /&gt;That feeling where you feel like you're on top of the world because of that someone, and your powerless to stop it. They will do anything to keep you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing all that? It must suck. A LOT. That's the part that I haven't really experienced yet, and I really hope I don't. I know how difficult this must be for you, because if I were to lose what's so important to me, God knows what I'd do.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do much more than just stay on the phone and listen to you cry, but I know for a fact that he still loves you very much, and everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel better. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-7460478765998757264?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/7460478765998757264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-war-is-ours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7460478765998757264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7460478765998757264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-war-is-ours.html' title='This War Is Ours.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-1482049845026530757</id><published>2010-08-21T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T21:25:02.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7.</title><content type='html'>1: Jesse Allan.&lt;br /&gt;2: Jesse Allan.&lt;br /&gt;3: Jesse Allan.&lt;br /&gt;4: Jesse Allan.&lt;br /&gt;5: Jesse Allan.&lt;br /&gt;6: Jesse Allan.&lt;br /&gt;7: Jesse Allan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-1482049845026530757?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/1482049845026530757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1482049845026530757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1482049845026530757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/7.html' title='7.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-2273788596359668291</id><published>2010-08-21T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:48:23.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger Line.</title><content type='html'>I've never felt this way about someone.&lt;br /&gt;And for me to go up to face my mother is a lot.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm doing this for us, cause you're most definately worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hide something like what we have; I wanna tell the whole world I'm the happiest little fuck in the world. I wanna tell the whole world that what I have is amazing. So amazing, I can't even put it into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, and no matter what happens, what she says, nothing's going to change.&lt;br /&gt;We made a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jesse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-2273788596359668291?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/2273788596359668291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/danger-line.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2273788596359668291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2273788596359668291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/danger-line.html' title='Danger Line.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-1509201724730905000</id><published>2010-08-19T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:14:47.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8.</title><content type='html'>1: Just be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2: Honesty goes a long way.&lt;br /&gt;3: Give me space when I need it.&lt;br /&gt;4: Make an effort of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;5: Letters are nice.&lt;br /&gt;6: Don't be afraid to tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;7: Music is important to me; Support it.&lt;br /&gt;8: Make me feel like I'm on top of the world sometimes..maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-1509201724730905000?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/1509201724730905000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/8.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1509201724730905000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1509201724730905000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/8.html' title='8.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-2015526709725598659</id><published>2010-08-19T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:19:07.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Bought A Ticket To The End Of The Rainbow.</title><content type='html'>This passed week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bond between us; our chemistry, has gone over the top. I've never felt more open to someone in my life.&lt;br /&gt;You're different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've already told you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jesse. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-2015526709725598659?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/2015526709725598659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-bought-ticket-to-end-of-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2015526709725598659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2015526709725598659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-bought-ticket-to-end-of-rainbow.html' title='I Bought A Ticket To The End Of The Rainbow.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-4986555419559345331</id><published>2010-08-18T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:12:30.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9.</title><content type='html'>1: I like to think I'm a rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;2: If you say what I like hearing, I get real shy.&lt;br /&gt;3: Trust issues on certain subjects.&lt;br /&gt;4: Has the greatest friends ever.&lt;br /&gt;5: Refuses to talk to homophobes.&lt;br /&gt;6: Vein fetish. ;D&lt;br /&gt;7: Hate's it when people ask me what's wrong. (Don't remind me, and just make me feel better.)&lt;br /&gt;8: Easily fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;9: Is the luckiest person in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-4986555419559345331?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/4986555419559345331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4986555419559345331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4986555419559345331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/9.html' title='9.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-768305636269113794</id><published>2010-08-18T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:54:06.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 23rd.</title><content type='html'>"... My hand has been resting on this page with a pen in my hand for the longest time, but honestly, it's cause I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt; That letter was really nice. D:&lt;br /&gt;Sad face? Cause I miss him even more now. But at the same time, I can't stop smiling. : )&lt;br /&gt; haha he's exactly like me; constantly replaying songs that reminds us of eachother, being so happy that we have someone to think about all the time, and just missing that feeling.&lt;br /&gt; Well, I hope you know that I am happy, as happy as I could ever be.&lt;br /&gt; Cause well, not only are things going well for me personally, but like, my parents called  from the Bahamas and they seem sooo fucking happy. It wasn't just this phone call; it was every time they called.&lt;br /&gt; I think me and Adri stress them out. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;haha I have to bring this entry back to Jesse cause I needa show him this. tutut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bottom line is, that letter made my fucking trip, and I'm so glad I know someone like him.&lt;br /&gt;         -Night. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-768305636269113794?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/768305636269113794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/july-23rd.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/768305636269113794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/768305636269113794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/july-23rd.html' title='July 23rd.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-3209245587895622309</id><published>2010-08-18T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T10:10:35.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10.</title><content type='html'>1: Calm the fuck down.&lt;br /&gt;2: It'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;3: Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;4: Really?&lt;br /&gt;5: It's not our problem.&lt;br /&gt;6: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;7: You'll find someone.&lt;br /&gt;8: I get you.&lt;br /&gt;9: I want the old you back.&lt;br /&gt;10: I love you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-3209245587895622309?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/3209245587895622309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3209245587895622309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3209245587895622309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/10.html' title='10.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-3410108051853588205</id><published>2010-08-17T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:30:24.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Peter, You've Become A Pirate?</title><content type='html'>Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.&lt;br /&gt;Day Two: Nine things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.&lt;br /&gt;Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;Day Seven: Four turn offs.&lt;br /&gt;Day Eight: Three turn ons.&lt;br /&gt;Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.&lt;br /&gt;Day Ten: One confession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do et.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-3410108051853588205?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/3410108051853588205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-peter-youve-become-pirate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3410108051853588205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3410108051853588205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-peter-youve-become-pirate.html' title='So Peter, You&apos;ve Become A Pirate?'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-659561514063442677</id><published>2010-08-16T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:05:35.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiction.</title><content type='html'>I love you too Jesse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-659561514063442677?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/659561514063442677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/fiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/659561514063442677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/659561514063442677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/fiction.html' title='Fiction.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-1689561496855177943</id><published>2010-08-15T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T01:25:43.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake And Dreaming.</title><content type='html'>For a good few months now, I've been waiting for someone to pour a bucket of water on my head to wake me up from this dream I'm having. I've finally realized that life is as real as it can get right now, and that it is most definately not a dream. I wished for what I've wanted for the fair amount of years I've been a teenager, and I've finally got it, and I know without a doubt it's not going anywhere. Because there is trust between me and this wish.&lt;br /&gt;You're more real than ever and just that one fact feels perfect. Though this isn't a dream, it sure feels like one. That's how high off the ground I feel when I'm with you, and it's great. No matter what people say, or who tries to stop this, I refuse to have a bucket of water poured on my head.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I have discovered that this dream has become a reality, and absolutely nothing can rain on my parade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must explain why I don't dream, huh.. ;]&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-1689561496855177943?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/1689561496855177943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/awake-and-dreaming.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1689561496855177943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1689561496855177943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/awake-and-dreaming.html' title='Awake And Dreaming.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-6224379642446877706</id><published>2010-08-13T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:25:28.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen.</title><content type='html'>Fuck you Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;You haven't given me bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;You've given me inconvenience. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I had a good day. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chimo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-6224379642446877706?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/6224379642446877706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/thirteen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/6224379642446877706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/6224379642446877706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/thirteen.html' title='Thirteen.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-397779726946883159</id><published>2010-08-11T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:02:47.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressed In Poetry.</title><content type='html'>So there's this poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got him now. &gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-397779726946883159?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/397779726946883159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/dressed-in-poetry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/397779726946883159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/397779726946883159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/dressed-in-poetry.html' title='Dressed In Poetry.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-5157762286822432206</id><published>2010-08-11T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:59:12.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven.</title><content type='html'>It's so great to be back! I have enjoyed every moment ever since I got here. Seeing familiar faces, familar places, and having those feelings where you feel like you know what will happen next. Somethings good, somethings bad, somethings so amazing you feel like you're being lifted off your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you building a wall between things though? It disappoints me that you can't be honest. I've known it from the start that you were going to do this. Why this one though? Why not anything in the past? It's already all behind me, so your thoughts won't effect me when throwing interesting statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing your thoughts through other people and not saying it directly to me is like saying "Oh yeah, and here's the hole in my armour." I really thought you'd know me better as to actually talk to me when something bothers you, but clearly that wouldn't help now, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept the fact that I'm as happy as ever and that you need to make room for one more. It seems like there was already room, but you're putting your legs on that seat so that you take up two, so that there's only one person painted in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I feel like you can't hear me out sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-5157762286822432206?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/5157762286822432206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/eleven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/5157762286822432206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/5157762286822432206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/eleven.html' title='Eleven.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-4565970414976875727</id><published>2010-08-10T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T08:28:11.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Remains Untitled.</title><content type='html'>"Just knowing you're out there thinking about me,&lt;br /&gt;Caring about me, makes me feel safe&lt;br /&gt;So all my fears, all my yesterdays wash away,&lt;br /&gt;And only hope remains in the promise of your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;You make me thank god for every mistake I ever made,&lt;br /&gt;Because each one led me down the path that brought me to you.&lt;br /&gt;And when we finally come together, I want you to hold me all night.&lt;br /&gt;Stroke my hair, tell me I'm a woman, and show me you're a man.&lt;br /&gt;Until there was only now; you, and I, and now.&lt;br /&gt;I do not ask of the night explanations, I wait for it, and it envelops me&lt;br /&gt;And so you and bread and light and shadow are.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back when the wind and fates and chance bring me back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   - Pablo Neruda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-4565970414976875727?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/4565970414976875727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-remains-untitled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4565970414976875727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4565970414976875727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-remains-untitled.html' title='This Remains Untitled.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-8755709982118383902</id><published>2010-08-10T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T04:08:19.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock n Roll Ain't Noise Pollution.</title><content type='html'>I thought this day would never arrive, but it has, and I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see everything and everyone. Being in a place for a long time where you're not used to being, not used to seeing, and just flat out, out of your comfort zone, you can't blame me for being happy to leave. I like it here and all, but I don't love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you online right now, but I refuse to wake you up this early. I can wait. Plus, you did say you were very tired. I'm doing it cause I care so don't hurt me. &gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to see Patty, my parents, my room, playing music in that room until my fingers bleed, but most importantly, I really miss the people closest to me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes that includes you. &gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;If I wake you up, time &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; move at Godspeed, cause it's different when I talk to you, but I'd rather not wake you up; I can wait. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been blogging, but I never know what to say, plus I get a tad carried away reading yours. Haven't missed a single one. Haha. But when I get home, I promise I'll try to write a LOT more often, especially if and when you go on that trip of yours. It'll be my turn. &gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you soon, and talk to you sooner. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chimo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-8755709982118383902?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/8755709982118383902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/rock-n-roll-aint-noise-pollution.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/8755709982118383902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/8755709982118383902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/08/rock-n-roll-aint-noise-pollution.html' title='Rock n Roll Ain&apos;t Noise Pollution.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-6191135836422431920</id><published>2010-07-31T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T15:44:35.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Shame.</title><content type='html'>Obviously I don't have a lot of knowledge when it comes to you. Wouldn't hurt to know some. Can you blame me for not knowing though? We never talk. On occasion we do, but we never really &lt;em&gt;talk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be nice to get serious sometimes and we have a couple of times, but that was about the sad passing of a drummer, a sad passing of a bassist. But why is it always that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is, why is it just a word? More words have more value than others you know. Mine had such an effect, yet I intended them with no value. They were words I obviously didn't mean. But why is it when I use such a valuable word, and mean it a HELL of a lot, (mean it more than the number of times I say it; which is very often) it has absolutely no meaning to you. It seems, well.. worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not worthless and I mean what I say, when I say that I mean it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the more important part bub? Why is the sad end of the story always the most important? Good things have value too. THAT'S how I make my life run as smoothly as I can make it. You've gotta make the brighter side more important; no matter how much light is shining on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's understandable that your life isn't as easy as you had planned it; nobody has it that easy. Ever. But we gotta make the best of it, and clearly I didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;I broke that chain of yours, and doing that has stolen the pieces to my chain that had already been broken today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Sorry is just a word. But it has much more value than you think. Especially when your hopelessly on your knees, with tears in your eyes, saying nothing but that word because your speechless by the effect of your stupid, idiodic, mindless actions. When it's a sorry like that, you should really take it into account. The fact that I had little knowledge about you is something you have to take into account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take a good guess that you think I'm a mindless asshole who doesn't care about many things, and I swear you agreed when I said that, but that's okay, it really is. I could take any shot right now to make up for the damage I've done to you.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, this all just means we don't know eachother, and that we're gonna spend a lot of time getting to do so. And honestly, I'm looking forward to it, cause your interesting bub. And for the record, I do enjoy listening. I learn more yeh know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope you get where I'm kind of coming from.&lt;br /&gt;Just really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;And I mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-6191135836422431920?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/6191135836422431920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-shame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/6191135836422431920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/6191135836422431920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-shame.html' title='It&apos;s A Shame.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-32467088150506256</id><published>2010-07-31T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:03:26.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Kodi.</title><content type='html'>Title says it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-32467088150506256?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/32467088150506256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-kodi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/32467088150506256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/32467088150506256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-kodi.html' title='Sorry Kodi.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-3635652483374496314</id><published>2010-07-28T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T11:25:38.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Featuring Some Of Your Favourite Words.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;It's too hot.&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a poet.&lt;br /&gt;Won't hurt to give it a shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't what I logged on for.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much of a poet.&lt;br /&gt;Really just wanted to say I like you more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-3635652483374496314?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/3635652483374496314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/featuring-some-of-your-favourite-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3635652483374496314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3635652483374496314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/featuring-some-of-your-favourite-words.html' title='Featuring Some Of Your Favourite Words.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-6672124118110861002</id><published>2010-07-27T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T14:11:57.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Your Colour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I take a walk down to the shore&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder how much longer I’ll sustain these steps&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a month since I’ve been gone&lt;br /&gt;And it’s been a month too long since you have graced me with your presence&lt;br /&gt;I try to call but the reception here is weak&lt;br /&gt;And it’ll still be three more weeks until I get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your waiting by the door when I get home&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want anyone to see me here alone&lt;br /&gt;It’s not enough to say “I think about you” now&lt;br /&gt;But that was all I had &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk the boards alone tonight and try to fill this empty space inside my chest&lt;br /&gt;I took Atlantic home tonight and every neon light, and sign, spelt out your name&lt;br /&gt;And every morning that I wake&lt;br /&gt;I make a point to check the date incase I slept an extra day&lt;br /&gt;I’ve crossed so many numbers out &lt;br /&gt;But every time I count them there are so much more&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-songs these days, eh? ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-6672124118110861002?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/6672124118110861002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/hold-your-colour.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/6672124118110861002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/6672124118110861002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/hold-your-colour.html' title='Hold Your Colour.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-4702718228631351723</id><published>2010-07-25T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:20:47.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressed In Poetry.</title><content type='html'>I feel like I can sleep at night now.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've said that a couple of times but I really really mean it now. I can now see that everyone is okay; even Patty. :') When I'm sitting there, crying at a picture of a dog smiling, that kinda means something, no? haha.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can look forward to what's heading my way in the future. Especially when I know I'm going to be seeing you at the airport, seeing my darling Patty, seeing real smiles on my parents faces, seeing my very close friends that I love way too much, seeing avenged sevenfold, and seeing that park I've been dying to go to in weeks.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more things I'm excited for, but there'd be lots to type, and I don't have much time.&lt;br /&gt;How do I have internet? My aunt lent us mobile internet. So um, I've got internet at my grammas. ;D I only have an hour each night, but an hour is all I need if it means I'll be able to message you more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're smiling, because I most definately am, ever since this morning. It's your fault you know. Aren't things always your fault? &gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so paranoid, and be as open-minded as you like; To be honest, that's all I really want. I never got the whole truth, only pieces of it, and things don't work too well like that. Well, from my experience it hasn't. :\&lt;br /&gt;But you're smart, I'm sure you've got things pretty worked out, prolly even more than me. I can be an airhead sometimes. &gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11:02 right now, and I wanna keep writing til 11:11, I wanna hear some wishes in those comments. :?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so sure what to write though..&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the past few days, while I've been at my grandma's, I've been looking through old conversations, and I went through this one folder, and it was ridiculous when I read it. It left me sitting there thinking "what's the point of writing letters?" I kinda just stopped believing in them.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, you mailed me something, and I kinda thought about it. I hope you know you got me to believe in letters again, because they damn well worked on me.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I don't even remember where I put that stupid thing. I kinda wanna go find it and read what I wrote. It's prolly stupidly bonkers. tutut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so it's 11:11 now. What would you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;I've got some things in my head, but I'm a predictable person. But you mentioned earlier that I can be a tad confusing some times. Hmm. Take a guess anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I ramble too much on my blogs. I'm gonna stop cause I'm abusing my hours use of internet to type this. I try to write even the randomest things, as long as I give you something to read, it's good, right?&lt;br /&gt;I can't beat you at blogging, cause you always know what to say. I get my words tangled up. &gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll talk to you soon, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;I hope soon is close by in your world.&lt;br /&gt;It is in mine. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;-Giz. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-4702718228631351723?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/4702718228631351723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/dressed-in-poetry.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4702718228631351723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4702718228631351723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/dressed-in-poetry.html' title='Dressed In Poetry.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-1507549197606796519</id><published>2010-07-25T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T08:19:43.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Birds In My Ears And A Devil On My Shoulder.</title><content type='html'>So there's this poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-1507549197606796519?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/1507549197606796519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-got-birds-in-my-ears-and-devil-on-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1507549197606796519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1507549197606796519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-got-birds-in-my-ears-and-devil-on-my.html' title='I Got Birds In My Ears And A Devil On My Shoulder.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-4040846007696191967</id><published>2010-07-10T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T16:38:27.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We Getting Closer Or Are We Just Getting More Lost?</title><content type='html'>I was gonna blog one thing, but like, something happened, and I've been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;This trip won't be so bad. I was being such an asshole this whole trip, but I think it's because I'm thinking about all the good things I've left behind in Canada, and not the bad things.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being such a bummer, but it's kinda hard with babying adults and nagging younger adults. Know me or not, you don't get what's going on in my head right now, and it's not that great.&lt;br /&gt;When I can't sleep for an entire trip, that's not good. :\&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm worried about a best friend on top of that, and my poor dog is gonna be alone for two weeks. She's so nervous without me and Adri there already, so like, imagine without any of us there.&lt;br /&gt;It's just kinda.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a pussy. -.- I really shouldn't be this paranoid, because I really am having fun, asides the cold showers, 4 channels, and lack of internet.&lt;br /&gt;Like for example, the beach was great. I made new friends and stuff. But I kinda feel lonely. I only have my sister yeh know? asdfoaiwlekfdfjoawlfdfa&lt;br /&gt;Kay well you know whatt,&lt;br /&gt;I'mma start taking my own advice cause frankly, I'm always telling people that.&lt;br /&gt;I should um, iunno, Smile?&lt;br /&gt;I've been told to do that a lot recently, and that means I haven't been, and I don't like the sound of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, after all the talking I've done with my mind, and other people, I'm feeling a little more confident about how this trip will turn out.&lt;br /&gt;After all, it's only the 13th day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, I'm still expecting that letter. :3 I can't wait to read it. =]&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for thinking about writing one though. Means a lot. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you tonnes, you've got no idea. tutut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you soon of course though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and happy birthday. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-4040846007696191967?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/4040846007696191967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/are-we-getting-closer-or-are-we-just.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4040846007696191967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4040846007696191967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/are-we-getting-closer-or-are-we-just.html' title='Are We Getting Closer Or Are We Just Getting More Lost?'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-2735254751210348871</id><published>2010-07-04T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:30:38.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Still Your Charm, Or Am I Just Bad Luck?</title><content type='html'>Kayso, things worked out a bit better. I'm not so annoyed anymore, thank god. I had a long talk with set problem and set problem better have learned a lesson of some sort. I'm still trying to deal with the fact I'm sososo homesick though.&lt;br /&gt;I can't type much more cause I'm using my iPod right now and I'm supposed to be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I made a promise to write when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-2735254751210348871?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/2735254751210348871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-i-still-your-charm-or-am-i-just-bad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2735254751210348871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2735254751210348871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-i-still-your-charm-or-am-i-just-bad.html' title='Am I Still Your Charm, Or Am I Just Bad Luck?'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-2205491436111074474</id><published>2010-07-01T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:25:39.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Loud And Clear, Or Am I Breaking Up?</title><content type='html'>I can't really express how I'm feeling in a single blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice to have a break from everyone in Canada, but at the same time, there are those few people that I can't stand to be away from. Not gonna lie, you prolly know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice to be here and all, but few like to be difficult with me sometimes, which kinda ruins my fun here. I'm really to a point where I wanna snap and actually starting to give a fuck and do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I will.&lt;br /&gt;But like I said, the most important thing is that I'm having a break from most of the people who were just making me want to prefer crawling over broken glass then deal with their problems. Oh shit, was that kinda harsh?&lt;br /&gt;See how I can't really figure out whether this trip is good for me or not?&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is; it's so great to see family again, and not deal with all the shit at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One things for sure,&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda missing you already, and it's only day 1. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-2205491436111074474?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/2205491436111074474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-i-loud-and-clear-or-am-i-breaking-up.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2205491436111074474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2205491436111074474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-i-loud-and-clear-or-am-i-breaking-up.html' title='Am I Loud And Clear, Or Am I Breaking Up?'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-4021972465100890488</id><published>2010-06-25T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:58:45.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Lines Drawn At This Point.</title><content type='html'>wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-4021972465100890488?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/4021972465100890488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/too-many-lines-drawn-at-this-point.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4021972465100890488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4021972465100890488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/too-many-lines-drawn-at-this-point.html' title='Too Many Lines Drawn At This Point.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-5829071042784088156</id><published>2010-06-23T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T01:46:49.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Takes Two Points To Draw A Line.</title><content type='html'>There I am at the top of the room again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad at least 1 or 2 people look up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is all at a point where I wanna &lt;b&gt;deal&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help being myself, doesn't anyone? If being myself means having to be in the middle of things 24/7 and actually give a shit, then yeah, I'm up for that.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else makes it seem so challenging. What part don't you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when you think you're so happy with what's going on&lt;/em&gt;, you get a huge slap in the face out of no where. It'd be nice if God explained to me why I deserved this one. Is it because I was getting too undecisive, I needed to wake up and smell the fucking coffee? Well, I learned that the hard way, kthnx, and it wasn't easy. Thankfully I partially fixed that, for I would have been an even worse wreck than I already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when you think you're so happy with what's going on&lt;/em&gt;, you get a huge earful from the two you'd least expect it from, and really think you have their word, but quite frankly, you don't. I also learned that the hard way by hardcore justice seeking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when you think you're so happy with what's going on&lt;/em&gt;, you're at a point where you're running in circles unrelentlessly playing fucking duck duck goose and not knowing who the fuck the goose should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help being myself, and that's a fact. 'Myself' likes making decisions her own way, and if I have to change that, I'm not really being myself now, am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I haven't reached that point.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and what's a deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-5829071042784088156?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/5829071042784088156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-takes-two-points-to-draw-line.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/5829071042784088156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/5829071042784088156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-takes-two-points-to-draw-line.html' title='It Takes Two Points To Draw A Line.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-1848517427380900150</id><published>2010-06-21T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:27:54.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Town's Been Talking.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I really don't feel like blogging right now.&lt;br /&gt;But people want blogs, so I decided to make this site usefull and write at least a fb note on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Relationship Status] - yuh dunno.&lt;br /&gt;[Parents still together] - yep.&lt;br /&gt;[Siblings] - one .&lt;br /&gt;[pets] - Pattttttttttty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES &lt;br /&gt;[Color] - Green &amp; Yellow&lt;br /&gt;[Number] - 23&lt;br /&gt;[Animal] - Lions &lt;br /&gt;[Book] - Honestly, FFA was a really really great book. Don't see why people didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;[Flower] - Fake ones; They last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU &lt;br /&gt;[Have tattoos?] - Nahh&lt;br /&gt;[Cheat on tests?] - haha. hahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;[Like roller coasters?] - Never tried.&lt;br /&gt;[Wish you could live somewhere else?] - I'm good, thnx.&lt;br /&gt;[Like cleaning?] - Only when I'm upset. hahaha so lame. xD&lt;br /&gt;[Own a cell phone?] - yess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT &lt;br /&gt;[Current hair] - you know how I do.&lt;br /&gt;[currently playing] - idunno.&lt;br /&gt;[Last movie you saw] - Seed of Chucky.&lt;br /&gt;[Last thing you ate] - sammich&lt;br /&gt;[Believe there is life on other planets?] - Yeahhboi.&lt;br /&gt;[Hate yourself?] - Strong word, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;[Collect anything?] - Music.&lt;br /&gt;[Like your handwriting?] - It's alright. Kinda weird looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE… &lt;br /&gt;[First crush] - oh god.&lt;br /&gt;[you believe in love at first sight?] - everything takes time.&lt;br /&gt;[you believe in "the one?"] - what is this "one"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU &lt;br /&gt;[Sarcastic] - when I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;[shy] - hahaha depends who you are.&lt;br /&gt;[Talkative] - is that even a question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER… &lt;br /&gt;[Pierce your nose or belly button?] - I wouldn't look good with a nose piercing.&lt;br /&gt;[Be serious or funny?] - Who says I can't be both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU… &lt;br /&gt;[Simple or complicated?] - Complicated out of your wildest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT YOU.. &lt;br /&gt;[What time is it]- 1:52 am.&lt;br /&gt;[Name] - Carla-Sofia. tutut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT… &lt;br /&gt;[Where do you want to live] - I'm good here. kthnx.&lt;br /&gt;[How many kids do you want] - dunno.&lt;br /&gt;[What kind of job do you want] - It's not a job..&lt;br /&gt;[Do you want to get married] - Yeehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIQUE.. &lt;br /&gt;[Are you double jointed] - nopee.&lt;br /&gt;[Can you raise one eyebrow] - yes.&lt;br /&gt;[Can you cross your eyes] - yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[Do you make your bed daily] - sometimes. once again, if I'm depressed, I'll start cleaning. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLOTHES, ETC… &lt;br /&gt;[Which shoe goes on first] - Whichever shoe I grab first.&lt;br /&gt;[How Much money do you carry in your wallet]- 0. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE PAST 24 HOURS HAVE YOU… &lt;br /&gt;[Bought something] - nahb.&lt;br /&gt;[Gotten sick] - nah.&lt;br /&gt;[Sang] - there's never a day where I don't sing.&lt;br /&gt;[Felt stupid] - yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[Missed someone] - don't remind me.&lt;br /&gt;[Gotten drunk] - nope.&lt;br /&gt;[Gotten high] - nope.&lt;br /&gt;[Danced crazy] - haha not today.&lt;br /&gt;[Watched cartoons] - sadly, no.&lt;br /&gt;[Lied to someone] - yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST FEW DAYS WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON THAT… &lt;br /&gt;[Slept in your bed] - I think Adri, while I was at school. She needed my alarm clock. tutut &lt;br /&gt;[Saw you cry] - I don't enjoy crying in front of people. xD I haven't cried in the past few days though which is good.&lt;br /&gt;[Saw a movie with you] - Katya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER… &lt;br /&gt;[Been to California] - nope.&lt;br /&gt;[Been to Europe] - yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;[Wished you were the opposite sex] - sometimes, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONESTLY… &lt;br /&gt;1. [Honestly, what color is your underwear?] - .^&lt;br /&gt;2. [Honestly, whats on your mind right now?] - did you srsly have to ask that question?&lt;br /&gt;3. [Honestly, what are you doing right now?] - video calling. nbd. &gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;4. [Honestly, do you think you are attractive?] - I'm not UGLY, but I believe there are people much better looking than me.&lt;br /&gt;5. [Honestly, have you done something bad Today?] - idunno.&lt;br /&gt;6. [Honestly, do you watch disney channel?] - -sw&lt;br /&gt;7. [Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now?] - I'm jealous of everybody for many different things, but then again, I'm good with what I've got.&lt;br /&gt;8. [Honestly, what makes you happy most of the time?] - I'd love to say my friends, but sometimes they're the reason why I'm bummed.&lt;br /&gt;9. [Honestly, do you bite your nails?] - not so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;10.[Honestly, what is your mood right now?] - tired.&lt;br /&gt;11.[Honestly, who do you want to see at this very moment?] - reality, yeh?&lt;br /&gt;12.[Honestly, do you have a deep dark secret?] - I wanna be a rockstar. &gt;;]&lt;br /&gt;13.[Honestly, do you hate someone right now?] - nopeee.&lt;br /&gt;15.[Honestly, do you like someone?]- what's it to you?&lt;br /&gt;16.[Honestly, does anyone like you?] - yuh dunno. &gt;;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - AVAILABLE : mmmmmmmmmmhm&lt;br /&gt;B - BEST FRIENDS : I've got them.&lt;br /&gt;C- Cute: wut?&lt;br /&gt;D - DADS NAME : Carlos. ;D&lt;br /&gt;E - LAST PERSON OF OPPOSITE SEX YOU TALKED TO: Jesse. &gt;:D &lt;br /&gt;F - FAVORITE BAND/ARTIST: BAND: Avenged Sevenfold, nukkahhh.&lt;br /&gt;G - GUMMY BEARS OR WORMS : beaaaaaaars&lt;br /&gt;H - HOMETOWN : Toronto. &lt;br /&gt;I - INSTRUMENT : Piano, Guitar, Alto Sax.&lt;br /&gt;K - KIDS : Oh. I got lots. Check my facebook.&lt;br /&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: 15 hours&lt;br /&gt;M - MILK FLAVOR : twss&lt;br /&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS : 1&lt;br /&gt;O - ONE THING YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF : That a lot of people respect me.&lt;br /&gt;Q - FAVORITE QUOTE : I've got one but I'm too lazy to type it right now.&lt;br /&gt;R - REASON TO SMILE : You know.&lt;br /&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: And All Things Will End - A7X&lt;br /&gt;T - TIME YOU WOKE UP : 10am&lt;br /&gt;U - UNKNOWN FACT ABOUT ME: &lt;br /&gt;W - WORST HABITS : SAYING SORRY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Everyone has their firsts…**** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First real best friend: Madeline.&lt;br /&gt;First Cellphone: grade 8&lt;br /&gt;First pet: Fishiesss &lt;br /&gt;First piercing/tattoo: Ears&lt;br /&gt;First flight: Prolly Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Everyone has their lasts…**** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged: Adri&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried : I don't remember..&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you touched: oh baby. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Last time at the mall: I forgot ROFL .&lt;br /&gt;Last person you saw: Jesse. He's banging on my fence. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you drank: MANGO JOOSE.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you have been truly happy: This week is fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-1848517427380900150?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/1848517427380900150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/towns-been-talking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1848517427380900150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1848517427380900150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/towns-been-talking.html' title='The Town&apos;s Been Talking.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-6160316769360722784</id><published>2010-06-21T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:15:45.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thnx Fr Th Mmrs.</title><content type='html'>These are sjcs quotes, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;There aren't any from 2009 though, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna start doing this every year.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all Melanie's though, so some are from her famz.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy reading?&lt;br /&gt;Some are ridiculously wtf-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 5, &lt;strong&gt;Siobhan&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"OH YOU WERE RIGHT!" ".. you realize your talking to yourself" "...... RUN" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 6, &lt;strong&gt;Vanna&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Demi Lavoto has a HUGE mouth.. i wanna see her in an eating contest" -know what else big mouths are for ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 7, &lt;strong&gt;Vanna&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"its not my fault my friend hit me in the boobs with a basketball 10 times"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 8, &lt;strong&gt;Vanna&amp;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"DREAD LOCKS ON YOUR BOOBS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 9, Mel: &lt;br /&gt;"CUBA. CAN'T WAIT. ..Be jealous :3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 10, &lt;strong&gt;Kelsea&amp;Vanna&amp;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Sir, I'm not gonna be here the rest of the week" "Where you going?" "Cuba" "Why, so you can learn more hairstyles" -LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 11, &lt;strong&gt;Mel's Bro&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Are you guys talking about if we die?" "yeah.." "aww you love us!" "No, I just dont wanna live with Auntie" -AHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 19, &lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Back from cuba! My week summed up:&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Get attacked by cow.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Get sun burnt already -.-&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Rained =(&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Got hit in the face with a paddle..&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: Fell off a boat..&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: Realized the shells we had were alive..&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: Leaving =(&lt;br /&gt;BUT ON THE BRIGHT SIDE: &lt;br /&gt;Day 1: First time in cuba :)&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Was on the beach and the water was perfect! :)&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Went to the cityy :)&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: First time in a canoe&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: Rode a horse along the beach :)&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: RELAXATION&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: Home sweet home? :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 20, &lt;strong&gt;Mel's Sister&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;*trying to find waldo* "I FOUND HIM" "where?" "THERE!" "thats not him" "Yes, yes it is! THATS HIM IN DISGUISE" - ily. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 21, &lt;strong&gt;Craig&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;*watching 1000 ways to die* "So the lesson is if your a bitch your gonna die a horrible death?" "..maybe we should make Sarah a nicer person.." -oh shit. BEEF. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 22, &lt;strong&gt;Siobhan&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"AND I DECIDED ON A BLOW DRY" *hair blowing in slow motion* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 23, &lt;strong&gt;Mel's Mom&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"why didnt you eat your lunch!?" ".. MY SANDWICH EXPLODED! SEE LOOK AT IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 24 &lt;strong&gt;Carlapants&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"TRY AND BE HAPPIER WITH YOUR MOUTH OPENED. &gt;:C"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 25, &lt;strong&gt;Mel's Bro&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"You just hacked yourself, do you feel accomplished?" "yes, yes i do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 26, &lt;strong&gt;Junalene&amp;Christina&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"OH NON!" -french class, we couldnt say it without laughing. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 27, &lt;strong&gt;Mel's Tia&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Give your brother this bag of mini eggs for me" -..yeah like hes gonna get it &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 29 &lt;strong&gt;Junalene&amp;Christina&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*paper cut* ".. what are you doing?" ".. ITS FINGER LICKIN' GOOD!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 31, &lt;strong&gt;Lunch Table&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"shhh guys Mr. Garisto is coming!" *spills juice* "AHHH!" "SHH!" "whisper* its cold! =(" -AHAHA GOOD TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 1, &lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"I love you with all my BUTT. I would say my heart but my butt is bigger" -LOL &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2, &lt;strong&gt;Vanna&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Ive been raped by mother nature.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 3, &lt;strong&gt;Marisa&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"TAKE YOUR CAMERA, SHOVE IT UP YOUR VAGINA, AND VIDEO TAPE THAT" -HAHA I LOVE YOU 'RISA. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 4, &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;*trying to explain how you fold socks* "It's like.. sock sex!" "MY SOCKS ARE VIRGINS. IM SO PROUD." -Mel's socks are NOT whores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 5, &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"GO MAKE OUT WITH BRA BOY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 9, &lt;strong&gt;Mel's Dad&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Hey man. What you doin'? oo ooh now you turn a woman?" -lolwut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 10, &lt;strong&gt;Macey&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"OMG ISNT THIS GUY SO SEXY!? *picture of guy with shirt off* .. I found out he's my second cousin" -LOLOL FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 11, &lt;strong&gt;Vanna&amp;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"No one likes green and yellow skittles" -WUTCHU SAYIN? &gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 12, &lt;strong&gt;Jhunalene&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Il a pousse" *starts laughing hysterically at the back of the class*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 14, &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Imagine Justin Bieber going up to a barbie, poking her in the boob to see if its real.. and then running away" -But its his wife D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 17, &lt;strong&gt;Child&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;"I drank a magic potion and now IM SEXY!" - yes, yes you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 18, &lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"STFU I wear heels bigger than your dick" - :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 20, &lt;strong&gt;Vanna&amp;Siobhan&amp;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Melting boobies?! :O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 21, &lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"I could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and SHIT a better comback than that" - :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 22 &lt;strong&gt;DiamondOfDoom&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Im handing back the quizes" "SIIIIIR! Was my test a fail and a half" "Yeah I think so" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 23, &lt;strong&gt;Vanna&amp;Sarah&amp;Siobhan&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;*walking walking walking* "YOUR LESBIANS!!" -WTFF gotta love crazy people downtown. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 26, &lt;strong&gt;Carlapants&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"I GAHT YEW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 27, &lt;strong&gt;Craigo&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"I think the real question is how the fuck hookers walk..No sleep and hooker heels..thats a mind blowing feat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 29, &lt;strong&gt;Vanna&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"YOU HIT MY FALLOPIAN TUBE" -and spelled VAGINA wrong. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 30, &lt;strong&gt;Child&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Dont dont dont bite your friends" "whhhy" - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_d9yMRZpiX8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 1, &lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"A whisper makes everything sexy. *whisper* I farted" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 3, &lt;strong&gt;Mel's Sister&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Nice stripper heels" "Theyre not stripper heels!! Hmm.. HEY LOOK IM A STRIPPER" *door opens*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 4, &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Im going to barf little pieces of shit" -this is those stop me from talking moments.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 6, &lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Today. I saw. Jesus." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 8, &lt;strong&gt;Mel's Sister&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"You know your fat when you find mcdonalds coupons in your pocket" "I was holding it for someone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 9, &lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"I'd rather you just tell me to fuck off then lie to my face" "okay then, fuck off" "why? D:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 10, &lt;strong&gt;Old Man&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;*mothers day cake* "Whos birthday is it?" oldman: "MINES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 11, &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Hey sir did your wife have the baby yet?" "Yeah she did wanna see pictures?" *later* "Aw cute! Nice meeting you sir" -W.T.F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 12, &lt;strong&gt;MATHCLASS&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Just find the x..x..x..x.." "Sir.." "Yeah yeah I know say it 20 times fast." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 14, &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"MILEY CYRUS IS A BIRD?" - she cant be cause that would make her cool D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 15, &lt;strong&gt;Vanna&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"PUT YOUR ASS INTO IT!" "UGHH!! *flip* TOO MUCH ASS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 16, &lt;strong&gt;Carla&amp;Siobhan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Do you ladies happen to know where dickmen street is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 17, &lt;strong&gt;Siobhan&amp;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"ITS A PUSSY WILLOW" "err.. thats a cat tail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 19, &lt;strong&gt;Alaina&amp;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"We're going on the subway, you know what that means?" "BALL SAC!" "er.. what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 20, &lt;strong&gt;Siobhan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"If you got 'A' on a test you 'aced' it.. so if you got B you bced it? Cced? Dced? Fced?.. LOL FUCKED"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 21, &lt;strong&gt;Mel's Dad&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Whatcha eating?" "meat balls :) " "..eat balls?!" "NO. I SAID MEAT BALLS. MEAT. BALLS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 27, &lt;strong&gt;Melanie&amp;Josselyn&amp;Vanna&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"GOOD JOB GUYS! WE DESERVE A GROUP HUG!" ".. But we're sweaty.. and gross.. and half naked.." - LOL WHAT xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 28, &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"I dreamt someone was trying to kill my baby" "Was I there?" "Yeah.. You were actually sitting with my family.." "i was acting nice so you would let me inside so i could kill it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 30, &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&amp;Vanna&amp;Siobhan&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Theres a hole in the roof what if raccoons get in?" "Yeah, you eat them" -Nicoletti ftw. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2, &lt;strong&gt;SJCS&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you tell a boy you like his shirt and he wears is everyday" "aww eww.. aww"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 3, &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"THE MOOSE HAS BIGGER HIPS THAN I DO!! THEYRE LIKE.. SQUARED"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 4, &lt;strong&gt;SJCS&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"RAPE THE RAPIST" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 5, &lt;strong&gt;Child&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"uhmm you dont wanna eat that .." "Why not? Eating crayons makes you shit rainbows :)" -And I thought you werent a cool cousin. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 6, &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&amp;Craig&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"BEING A PIRATE IS ALRIGHT TO BE. DO WHAT YOU WANT CAUSE A PIRATE IS FREE, YOU ARE A PIRATE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 8, &lt;strong&gt;Vanna&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"UGHH. WHERES YOUR CROTCH?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 9, &lt;strong&gt;Craig&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"It's so sexy .. I'm afraid to touch it" "DEW IT! DEEEEEEW IT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 10, &lt;strong&gt;Craig&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Still afraid to touch it?" "nahh I raped it once now i can rape it repeatedly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 11, &lt;strong&gt;Vanna&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"REMEMBER: 6s squared = 6 sluts moo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 12, &lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"The cure to Bieber Fever: PUBERTY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 13, &lt;strong&gt;Craigo&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"My mom's a man" "..YOU WERE BORN THROUGH A PENIS!?!" "that would hurt..maybe thats why she hates me.." "well thats interesting" "This is why you should have sex before marriage, so you know what you're getting into (literally)" -LOLOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 14, &lt;strong&gt;Craigo&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"I WANT A FUCKING DINOSAUR BED!!!" "..you want to fuck a dinosaur in bed?" "NO. I want to fuck on a dinosaur bed.. but I dont want my dinosaur to get orally trasmitted STIs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 15, &lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"Some people are like slinkies: Theyre really good for nothing, but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs" -LOLSOMEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 16 &lt;strong&gt;Alaina&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"WHOA!! SHORT SHORT MUCH?" Mrs. Boffo:"oo Alaina calm yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 17, &lt;strong&gt;Alaina&amp;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"She broke the door" "wtf why?" "Cause her girlfriend's preggos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 18, &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&amp;Siobhan&amp;Vanna&amp;Alaina&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"WELCOME TO THE MAGICAL STORE YOUNG LADIEEESSS" -PEDO PEDO PEDO xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 19, &lt;strong&gt;Craigo&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;"im being yellowed at" "yellowed=being meowed at loudly?" "yes, people enjoy meowing at me at high volumes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 20, Mel: &lt;br /&gt;"BLUE IS BACK. EAT DE SMARTIES"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 21, &lt;strong&gt;Vanna&amp;Sarah&amp;Siobhan&amp;Kenya&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*Poster* "HOT MALE MODLES WANTED. GAY/BISEXUAL OR STRAIGHT" "Ooops sorry sir thats mines" -So we gave the poster to Nicoletti. He wtfed at us. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-6160316769360722784?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/6160316769360722784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/thnx-fr-th-mmrs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/6160316769360722784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/6160316769360722784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/thnx-fr-th-mmrs.html' title='Thnx Fr Th Mmrs.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-4789609486191839429</id><published>2010-06-17T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:51:01.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With The Flick Of A Wrist, I Am Gone.</title><content type='html'>I'm getting exam fever. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't really feeling it before cause I had a fantastic day.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't wait til after that exam. I'mma have such an adventure after it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyday seems to be an adventure for me nowadays, but I bet Kat's house will be a memerable one. &gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooosososo scared about the religion exam. wtf do I do? :S That class is basically telling us the type of person we should be. I'm my own person, kthnxbye. srsly. My teacher is really cool and all, but wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This exam stress is really bumming my terrific mood. I hope &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; doesn't happen again. I seriously will give up. Once again, I'm not sure what to think though. I did say one's not so lucky right? Then again, I can't do anything about it. It's how life works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idkanymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda like, falling asleep on my pillow right now LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I'mma go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;pce out.&lt;br /&gt;girl scouts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-4789609486191839429?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/4789609486191839429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/with-flick-of-wrist-i-am-gone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4789609486191839429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4789609486191839429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/with-flick-of-wrist-i-am-gone.html' title='With The Flick Of A Wrist, I Am Gone.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-7692842306917582949</id><published>2010-06-14T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:43:32.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Put My Love Into You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I deny the feelings I know I have and replace them with feelings I wish I did."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 -&lt;em&gt;Angelica Meliton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a smart girl bub. I'm glad I talked to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seemed to finally figure things out; it's not gonna be easy, but I'm glad I'm getting somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day today.&lt;br /&gt;I liked what I saw, I liked what I heard, I like how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;It's that great feeling where you've finally figured out why things are the way they are, and discover the great reasons why things in the past happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was alright.&lt;br /&gt;I had to ttc to school though which was a bummer. I had to wake up earlier! D:&lt;br /&gt;Relgion was okay. I kinda hate going to school now just because of that class. It's like 1st semester all over again. tutut.&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying gym class every day now because we don't do shit there. I hope my mark went up. I actually tried on the recent assignments. Plus, with my religion mark not an 88 anymore, I'mma REALLY need it. :S&lt;br /&gt;Math was good. LOL plus some entertainment too.&lt;br /&gt;Some girl got sent to the officeeeee. &gt;:D I really felt like standing up and being all like OMG BEEF.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Cause my math teacher dislikes me.&lt;br /&gt;If my mark wasn't like, the 3rd highest in the class, she'd go from dislike to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh goooodieee. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for geo with Poodle.&lt;br /&gt;Twas funny cause we lied saying that we were late cause we were talking to our math teacher about something, and he's like "kay, go get me a note from your math teacher"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were like.. OH FK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'all good. Cause with my &lt;em&gt;genious&lt;/em&gt; skills, I plotted my way out of that mess. We simply waited a good 10 minutes, grabbed lateslips from the office, and said we couldn't find the teacher. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nbd. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hung out with my favouritest ginger in the whole wide world in my favouritest park in the whole wide world and everything was pretty awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got home and everything got really bland. (lol super exciting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But over all,&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day today.&lt;br /&gt;I liked what I saw, I liked what I heard, I like how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;It's that great feeling where you've finally figured out why things are the way they are, and discover the great reasons why things in the past happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chimo&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-7692842306917582949?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/7692842306917582949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/let-me-put-my-love-into-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7692842306917582949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7692842306917582949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/let-me-put-my-love-into-you.html' title='Let Me Put My Love Into You.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-4928037348790000367</id><published>2010-06-11T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T22:24:37.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Patiently Waiting For You.</title><content type='html'>The fact that all this is silencing me is quite strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are better. But They still got me thinking.. O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when things get me thinking, cause I won't give up on figuring it out.&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning a challenging song on guitar, or solving a rubiks cube, it's mind boggling sometimes, but eventually you'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mention this because I managed to figure out that being patient is actually the right way to do it. Some people are wrecks right now, because they went ahead and did things they wanted to do, when really, they should have waited.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be one of those people; It's too dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;I even thought out everything that could happen if I were to do things impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet waiting will be so much more worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-4928037348790000367?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/4928037348790000367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-patiently-waiting-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4928037348790000367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4928037348790000367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-patiently-waiting-for-you.html' title='I&apos;m Patiently Waiting For You.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-7251934584749407252</id><published>2010-06-11T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:58:12.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hacked</title><content type='html'>gingers are the best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-7251934584749407252?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/7251934584749407252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/hacked.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7251934584749407252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7251934584749407252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/hacked.html' title='hacked'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-1547683648047592846</id><published>2010-06-09T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:35:58.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take This Sinking Boat And Point It Home.</title><content type='html'>I feel like writing, but I don't feel like writing.&lt;br /&gt;So this is prolly gonna be a quick blog. Cause I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are alright now I guess, which is good. But I'm prolly gonna be a total bitch until summer officially starts. I hate it when I have to work too much. &gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are so stupid sometimes. I get that they're doing our job by giving us work, but giving us 5 assignments while we're still trying to find time just to study because we have so much work, and finding time to work because we're trying to study.&lt;br /&gt;It's so stupid. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of the school related thinking, there's also personal thinking I have, and it's quite annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I needa go to Christie. &gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I've been so stressed.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done anything there other than walk through it on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;KAY, if it's not shit weather tomorrow, I'mma stay. Just cause I say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly gonna listen to that kick ass playlist of mine.&lt;br /&gt;idfk why I like it so much. I think it reminds me of something, but I don't even know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda funny. C:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay well I'd love to stay and chat. But My foot is asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolwut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay srsly I'mma stop talking because this blog makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EQAO and geo test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pce out gurl skowts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-1547683648047592846?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/1547683648047592846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/take-this-sinking-boat-and-point-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1547683648047592846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1547683648047592846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/take-this-sinking-boat-and-point-it.html' title='Take This Sinking Boat And Point It Home.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-3615705537309231319</id><published>2010-06-07T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:42:40.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness Is A Decision, Not An Emotion.</title><content type='html'>All that shit I complain about, it's mostly out of anger.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't hate  you Teddy. You made a decision that was right for you, and I understand. Though it hurt, I'm now looking at it from a different angle, and understand why you did what you did.&lt;br /&gt;When you're stuck in a situation that's just so unbearable, and you feel like you have no way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk to someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being judged is the last thing you should worry about. Doesn't matter if you're one of the least open people known to mam; it's gonna kill you if you don't say something.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna kill other people as a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are always understandable with an explanation. It doesn't have to be the greatest explanation in the world, but everything needs to be done within reasoning, yes?&lt;br /&gt;You don't do things and not have a reason to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this blog now because I'm stating my opinion on and for an anonymous someone, or few.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if you don't know who I'm talking about. At least you know where I'm getting from.&lt;br /&gt;This blog has a purpose. Just like every single molecule on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;Everything has a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't point out the good qualities about one person, and the bad qualities about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;It'd be great to hear someone state the bad qualities of one person and the good qualities about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You are who you wanna be, and I totally dig that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need to tell the world and say, "this is me" and if they don't like it, that's their problem.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone has a certain someone who has the exact same interests as you.&lt;br /&gt;I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;You won't find many of those someones unless you share what you've got to say.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's what you gotta do buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can sit in a hole labeled lost if you'd like, but you can't really climb out unless you get your hands a little dirty. Things'll turn out so much better if you get yourself in a messed up situation for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After tonight, I've come to find myself an even more forgiving person, because most of the time I'm hurt, it's because of peoples selfless, or selfish decisions, and I don't want to be a hypocrite by getting mad, because I know sometime soon, I'm going to have to make a decision somewhat related very soon. And I know someone is most likely going to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I don't do anything, I'll just keep hurting myself mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sorry for getting angry, Teddy. You didn't deserve those harsh blogs, because you did what was right for you, and I absolutely respect that.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry bub, for not taking advantage of what you are to me.&lt;br /&gt;And sorry for everyone else whom I should be asking for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can go wash your hands from all that dirt now.&lt;br /&gt;Feel better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-3615705537309231319?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/3615705537309231319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/forgiveness-is-decision-not-emotion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3615705537309231319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3615705537309231319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/forgiveness-is-decision-not-emotion.html' title='Forgiveness Is A Decision, Not An Emotion.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-7254183021837910050</id><published>2010-06-06T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:59:50.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is What I'm Doing So Wrong?</title><content type='html'>* I'm typing this with my iPod so it might be a tad messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep. Which explains why I'm writing this right now. I've been thinking about what's gonna happen if I keep doing what I'm doing. It's not gonna be too good, I'll tell you that. :S&lt;br /&gt;One way or another, it feels like someone is going to be affected negatively. And that's the last thing I want to happen to anyone. Why is it when I ask for one thing, I get more than I asked for. It's not cool cause that means I have to get rid of one. Ugggghhhhhhh sjfuidkhfirekhfiskfkridj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just scared cause I don't know what to do. and neither of you can help me out this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which sucks. So much, it kills me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can't talk to anyone anymore cause no one ever ever tells me anything. I finally came to that conclusion after denying it for so long.&lt;br /&gt;I had to hear one more thing from my best friend that she, or especially the other person should have told me right away. But no. Tell me 3 fucking months after it happens. Thanks for being great. It really helps. Lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind feels like it's at the top of a crowded room, screaming. But no one understands enough to look up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me? &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-7254183021837910050?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/7254183021837910050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-what-im-doing-so-wrong.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7254183021837910050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7254183021837910050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-what-im-doing-so-wrong.html' title='Is What I&apos;m Doing So Wrong?'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-5054788021883477959</id><published>2010-05-31T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:06:10.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Tends To Separate From Real And Fake Reality.</title><content type='html'>I've been neglecting my blogger a tad bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back into journal writing, which is why I'm probably not blogging much anymore. I don't wanna write about similar things over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yehh, not much has been going on. Just lots on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What would you do if you had two great options and could only pick one? What would you do if you had two great options and your mind said one and heart said the other? What would you do if you felt restricted from picking either?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are things like these so mind boggling? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I keep getting this feeling that I'mma be a rebound at some point.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna bet? Just wait. Just watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that I feel like I can't talk to some people anymore. It's kinda stupid really. iunno. I don't feel like talking about it because clearly my blogs cool and give me formspring hate.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mention any names yeh know. So stop assuming things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people assume things.&lt;br /&gt;Get's you in a load of crap. -______-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-5054788021883477959?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/5054788021883477959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mind-tends-to-separate-from-real-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/5054788021883477959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/5054788021883477959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mind-tends-to-separate-from-real-and.html' title='My Mind Tends To Separate From Real And Fake Reality.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-6890987940864272102</id><published>2010-05-19T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:19:20.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel The Static.</title><content type='html'>My brain hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&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/1807763133861029378-6890987940864272102?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/6890987940864272102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-feel-static.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/6890987940864272102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/6890987940864272102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-feel-static.html' title='I Feel The Static.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-3822154728953820853</id><published>2010-05-18T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:58:26.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such A Replacable Liar.</title><content type='html'>Kayso before I start blogging, I'mma say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katya Novo Carvalho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; inspired me to write this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma start the way she started off.. the &lt;em&gt;REAL&lt;/em&gt; definition of a friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[frěnd] n. ; A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat makes a very very strong point when she says she has no &lt;em&gt;'friends'&lt;/em&gt;. No one really does, if you think about it. There are those friends that you really do love so much, but something like not trusting them is stopping them from meeting the definition of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;So lets say there's this one girl; outrageously funny and super cool. I've only &lt;strong&gt;known&lt;/strong&gt; her for quite a while now, I love her, but there are things I don't &lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt; about her, and there's a limit to how much I &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt; her. Do I call her a friend? Of course I do. But it doesn't match the definition of what a friend really is. Somehow I feel like that's a problem, but I can't really put my finger on it.. &lt;br /&gt;After reading a few of Kat's blogs, I now realize that I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have many friends either, so why do I still call them my friends? I guess for me, someone I know, like, and trust, would be my BEST friend. That's why I think I have a fair amount of friends.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I'm so happy I know the people I know. Like I said in my last blog, I'd be a sad panda without them. They make life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I chose not to make friends the first week of high school, just so I can experiment with who'd probably make that school worth it.&lt;br /&gt;No srsly, You don't know how happy I am. C:&lt;br /&gt;MY POINT IS. Never say to someone they have "a lot of friends"&lt;br /&gt;I get that all the time, and it's not true. There are only about 3 people I trust with my life, and about another 4 that are almost there. Let's just say, it's mainly all the people that showed up at my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I can call all 14 of you friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff sed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not finished ranting about certain things though.&lt;br /&gt;When people get what they want, whenever they want, it kinda says things about people. Especially when they don't appreciate it. Using things you have just to brag about, especially when its a gift, (not the wrapped kind.), it's kind of a waste to watch it be bragged about, not physically used.&lt;br /&gt;I was dying for what you had bub, but you just seem to not care. Or even try.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get fed up with it, and if you're gonna start problems because I tried being patient with you, then idfk what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-3822154728953820853?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/3822154728953820853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/such-replacable-liar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3822154728953820853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3822154728953820853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/such-replacable-liar.html' title='Such A Replacable Liar.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-152908181084581297</id><published>2010-05-16T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:11:42.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Them Kids On The Street Never Miss A Beat.</title><content type='html'>awjflsdkfjalskdfjalskdfjsaldkfjoiwejflaskjfalsdkfajsldkfjwoiejflaskdjfalsjfaskfjaweifojfaasdkfjasldfiewaljfeasdkjfaslkfjalskfdjwiejfalskjfa.,xcm.z,malkwsjfejfasdkjflasdkfjaskdfjzkxjflaksjfeowiurQPIJALSKFJALWEIJFASLDKFJLkjLKJSDLKFJALSKJFALSKFJlkjalsdkjfalsdfjijfeaasnfffasldkjfoiedsfjlkavfxczmvna,sjnfoawifjsldkjfasdf.asdfjapeoifawpefdfja;slfiawjflskjfaosiejflawkgfdlksjghaoweufawfejdslkfdjaSLDKFJSLDKFJ &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesse Allan is a saint&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know THE MOST incredible people ever. And I'm so happy I do.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday wouldn't be so fun if I didn't know such awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was pretty good too. I talked to a very nice someone, and jammed with my NEW guitar, courtosy of Jesse Allan :3&lt;br /&gt;I'm still like alsdkfjaslkdfjsakfjad, just saying. Cause you sir, made my year. My life even. O; UGHH SLDFKJDSLKF.&lt;br /&gt;omg. You're probably enjoying this. LOL&lt;br /&gt;sorry. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still kinda pooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'mma go Mr. Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;You need a name.. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND. 2 MORE DAYS TIL NEW A7X ALBUM.&lt;br /&gt;NBD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kaythnxbye&lt;/strong&gt;. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-152908181084581297?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/152908181084581297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/them-kids-on-street-never-miss-beat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/152908181084581297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/152908181084581297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/them-kids-on-street-never-miss-beat.html' title='Them Kids On The Street Never Miss A Beat.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-3609370046931491651</id><published>2010-05-13T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:53:46.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not One To Stake My Claim.</title><content type='html'>I've been more aware of the people around me lately. Some are liars, some are fake, and some just lie about who they are which makes them fake. Which makes them both..&lt;br /&gt;Well, You get what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idfk. It was only this week that I noticed people I spend time with on a regular basis, aren't what they were when we first met. Not saying I don't like them.. I love them to death. It's just kinda weird yeh know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world doesn't revolve around one single person yeh know; It's shared.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone realizes that at SOME point, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay well then cut the fking drama. Cause I'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, while slowly drifting away from some people, I'm getting so close with others.&lt;br /&gt;Yes that means YOU Macey fking Santos. I love you and your poodle hair. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to hear from people that they're glad they hang out with us, just cause of the shit we DON'T cause. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay well today was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed pretty late last night cause of my damn isu for religion. -____-&lt;br /&gt;People liked my drawing though. :D&lt;br /&gt;Gym was good. Gym was good.. LOOOL KAT. I LOVE YOU. &lt;3 XDD&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was good aswell. =]&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed by the fact that I fell asleep in math during a new lesson, and when I woke up, I totall got the work without the lesson. NBD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to walk home in the rain though. I dig it. But like, My hair. -________-&lt;br /&gt;Picked up my cousin. Did my homework (lolwut?) played guitar as usual, now I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty plain day xD&lt;br /&gt;Glad it didn't suck though.&lt;br /&gt;Sucky days aren't fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BETTER BE AWESOME ON SATURDAY. &gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pceoutgurlscouts&lt;/strong&gt;. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-3609370046931491651?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/3609370046931491651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-not-one-to-stake-my-claim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3609370046931491651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3609370046931491651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-not-one-to-stake-my-claim.html' title='I&apos;m Not One To Stake My Claim.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-78671299335427872</id><published>2010-05-11T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:36:53.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Future Is Set Forever.</title><content type='html'>Hmm. I'm kinda getting lazy with getting fml's for blogs. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A NEW MOWSE CURSOR. :D&lt;br /&gt;It's the a7x deathbat. nbd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ANYWAY (loljamila. LOLSAM)&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda plain. =\&lt;br /&gt;Nothing tanfastical happened. I woke up kinda late no thanks to Jesse. LOL joking. =] Religion was alright. New seating plan though. fml.&lt;br /&gt;YOU DUN PUT A PERSON WHO CAN'T SEE SHIT AT THE FRONT, EVEN FURTHER BACK. Just thought I'd say. T_T&lt;br /&gt;Gym sucked ass; we played volleyball. I dislike volleyball very very much. xD AND PEDO TEACHER WAS STARING AGAIN. LOOOL Jesse. You know what to do. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;But nahh b. After gym, it went by nicely. I had a math test that was realll fking easy. I DISLIKE THE FACT THAT I DIDN'T ANSWER ONE QUESTION CAUSE OF THE TIME. &gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;Oh geo was gee too. That was when Heshan finally texted me back.. from like, 5 hours after I sent the message. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone texts me man. wtf is this.&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE ONLY TEXT ME WHEN THEY NEED ME.&lt;br /&gt;Load of bullshit man. xD&lt;br /&gt;Well, only Sam texts me, cause shes cool. and shes my best friend. (69.2020repeating. ;D)&lt;br /&gt;Kay well, I've been getting texts lately cause of drama that I'm not even in. XD Just trying to help out. Sekretly. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay I HAVE COME TO A CONCLUSION THAT&lt;br /&gt;I can't haz geetar. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'ALL GOOD. I CAN DO THIS.&lt;br /&gt;Next year.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well right now I'm waiting for Mr. Naked man to finish his blog so I can go night night. I don't wanna go now cause I totally left last time.&lt;br /&gt;and i'mma SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry sorry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRRY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm not paying for all of that. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PCE OUT GURL SCOUTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-78671299335427872?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/78671299335427872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-future-is-set-forever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/78671299335427872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/78671299335427872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-future-is-set-forever.html' title='Your Future Is Set Forever.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-2427793166533607834</id><published>2010-05-09T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:02:37.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Glad It's Now Than Never.</title><content type='html'>Kayso.&lt;br /&gt;It's mah burday. Whoopdie doooo. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST WANTED TO TAKE A GIGANTIC BREAK FROM MY ISU, AND LET THE WORLD KNOW, MY FRIENDS ARE THE COOLEST PEOPLE IN THE WHOLE DAMN GALAXY.&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Cause she's just cool like that. No rlly. Everything she does makes me laugh, except when she's not sharing a piece of her dog with me. NAHH I KID.&lt;br /&gt;Next is Sam and Danny who went through all the trouble just to get to my facebook wall first. They even tried starting beef with my sis. You dun go there brah.&lt;br /&gt;But like, knowing Danny and Sam, and how special they are, of course they'd do shit like that. Cause they're my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;Wellllllll, BP IS MY BEST FRIEND TOO. BUT SHES PROLLY SLEEPING, AND THATS TOTALLY OKAY WITH ME. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank the Naked Man for never ever ever ever ever ever EVAR failing to make me laugh, and for writing an awesome song in 15 minutes. That was so g. so I LOVE YOU. THANK YOU. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Edward Van and Lauren fucking OWEN, cause they are the bestest internet friends I've ever had. I'll say Kyle too, cause he's awesome, but I never talk to him anymore. He's too busy pwning some nubs on MW. That is an excellent reason not to talk to me, so it's all good. LOL I keed I keed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let all my Joes hoes know how much I LOVE THEM. You guys SEX'D my locker, wasted ink, and got me the best hat I could possibly have in my hat collection. You guys make my day everyday, whether its Vanna popping a paper bag and making it shit out bread crumbs on top of our heads, or its Marisa having a bramance with Kat resulting me into spitting my joose all over Marisa. You know wai? Cause you guys are fucking hilarious. and I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. i'm saying I love you too much, aren't I.. well then again, its 110% true. Ts'not like saying "sorry" all the time is any better.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. Now I feel like watching 1LOT. ROFL SUSIE. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I love that bitch too.&lt;br /&gt;Even though she's in Kingston for my damn birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay one more time. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;I. LOVE. YOU. GUYS. CAUSE. YOU. MAKE. ME. FEEL. SO. LOVED. TO. A. POINT. WHERE. IT. HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;the good kind.&lt;br /&gt;dun worry. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay sorry I'll stop talking now.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT I DID IT AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL NIGHT. &gt;:C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-2427793166533607834?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/2427793166533607834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-glad-its-now-than-never.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2427793166533607834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2427793166533607834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-glad-its-now-than-never.html' title='I&apos;m Glad It&apos;s Now Than Never.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-4439272136870634057</id><published>2010-05-09T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:46:37.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakdown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I fell out of a window while trying to close it so nobody would fall out. FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOL that fml sounds like something I would do. Just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this week was mighty shibby.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with friday. I come to school and my locker is just fucking SEX'D. End of story. Well no, I wanna tell you about it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It has blue wrapping paper, but you can barely see it cause its shitting out pictures of Avenged Sevenfold and my friends. That's all I wanted to be honest. Well in the middle, theres a white sheet of paper that had a lion drawn on it (I know you're jealous) and it said "happy burday tink"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are fucking awesome. Just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;They're awesome because they buy me umbrella hats with the Canadian flag thing on it and get lots to sign it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after school, I went to the mall with Nips and met up with Philip and a bunch of other SMCS kids. T'was fun. Even got a number or two. But I'm not good with guys, so doesn't really matter for me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Kay well we actually had to walk to Eatons cause we were broke on tix. Fking Nips owes me like 174985724. and it was fucking raining. xD&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love rain, I hate what it does to my god damn hair. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the mall, and I went to buy my mommy's day gift before I met up with my mom, and I ended up buying her the timbaland cd cause she has an orgi for that guy.&lt;br /&gt;lol ew i'm joking. gtfo. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, after I bought it, and met up with my mom, I had to hear a 10 minute lecture about how I don't love her and how I never buy her anything..&lt;br /&gt;And the next morning she was like "DID YOU DOWNLOAD THAT TIMBALAND SONG WITH KATY PERRY?" and I'm like "yeahboi" then I asked her "Wai? You want the cd?" and shes like YUSSS.&lt;br /&gt;Me being Carla said "WELL THEN GO GET IT." &gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got offended, But that's kay. She'll dig me on Sunday. Which is technically today.&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you Mr. Blogger? It's 3:38 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing this as soon as Jesse decided to leave me for his bed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more offended than Edward with his issue against hand compliments. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but NAHH B.&lt;br /&gt;oh shit. I'm running out of things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAHH. I went to Yorkdale today. =]&lt;br /&gt;Death at a Funeral is an AWESOME movie. It looked like shit in the previews, but I ended up laughing so hard at that movie.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna take "valium" (t'is in quotes cause you'll understand if you watch the movie) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of today..&lt;br /&gt;Two people got arrested.&lt;br /&gt;Babies are really loud in malls.&lt;br /&gt;Green track suits are ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Toblerones are disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;French Vanillas (nuff sed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to stay and chat Mr. Blogger, but I have a date with MY bed and MY Lacey.&lt;br /&gt;Lacey doesn't talk though. It's quite tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;TOODLEOOOOOOO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I'mma stick with chimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHIMO&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-4439272136870634057?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/4439272136870634057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/breakdown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4439272136870634057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4439272136870634057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/breakdown.html' title='Breakdown.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-8430640151311760267</id><published>2010-05-04T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:02:53.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even A Fairytale Character Would Be Jealous.</title><content type='html'>Even lucky people eventually trip.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, they should be happy that they even get to that stage. Cause there aren't many guys out there who are like you, my friend. That's why I believe time will help, cause karma isn't a bitch to nice guys.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said.. we need more people like you bub.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing your story actually made me want to cry, and I eventually did, because as much as I wish that would happen to me, it just won't. This world is over populated by douchebags and assholes.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I thought things like that can only happen in movies; where everything goes right and such.. but you know what? There are let downs in movies too. But 99% of the time, movies end with a happy ending. So I'm sure you guys will too. It's just time --  It won't hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I know at least a few more people that are like you. They're the only guys I can really talk to. That way, I can always say "what's up?" without hearing "doing your mom" or "watching porn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really guys?&lt;br /&gt;do we have to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; immature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find immaturity funny; it is.. up to a point.&lt;br /&gt;I just find it so difficult to talk to people when all they talk about sex or anything stupid like that. There's a difference between moderation and frequency.&lt;br /&gt;wtf an I supposed to say to "doing your mom" after asking what's up? lol at it? I can't. cause it's honestly not that funny.&lt;br /&gt;I can take dirty jokes. Decent ones at least. But to some extent, yeh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 80% of the world is invaded by assholes of the male variety, so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what can we do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-8430640151311760267?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/8430640151311760267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/even-fairytale-character-would-be.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/8430640151311760267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/8430640151311760267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/even-fairytale-character-would-be.html' title='Even A Fairytale Character Would Be Jealous.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-6537893441475583073</id><published>2010-05-03T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:09:53.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Always Wake Up So Confused Each Time I Have That Dream Of You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I looked out of my window to see that one of my plastic geese had fallen over. I went to put it back up and quickly discovered that the goose wasn't plastic. FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit Fairview mall today with Susie and a new fella I met named Andre. He's pretty g. =]&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation we had made me think though. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was all that shit I went through in march really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;It also made me realize that I was being a bit hypocritical. And I hate hypocrites. so like. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy that they're happy. Yeh it hurt, but I guess it was a lesson. Maybe it was supposed to happen?&lt;br /&gt;I actually can't imagine what it would be like if it worked out the way I thought it would at the beginning. Things are fine now, but I'll say one thing; I'm not playing rebound this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocritical?&lt;br /&gt;I too have done this to someone, and it didn't feel right. I don't know how bad he felt about it once it happened, but I know I felt pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baha you guys prolly don't have any idea what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;But heyy, this is what's on my mind, so might as well share. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to get closer with someone today, and realize that this person isn't all that bad. Which is great because we need more people like him on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. The Naked Ginger Bread Man prolly doesn't know wtf I'm talking about. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty good; we were on mass schedual.&lt;br /&gt;I litterally fell asleep on my chair the whole mass. I couldn't stay awake. Maybe cause the naked man made me stay up til 3 yesterday cause he kept banging on the damn fence. &gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;nahh I keeed I keeeed. =]&lt;br /&gt;Well then, after we got back to class, and we had absolutely nothing to do, so while everyone chose to talk, I said gtfo and slept. no big deal. :D&lt;br /&gt;Gym was okay too. It was short cause of the schedual, but it was okay. My knee is still fucked up so it was hard to show the rest of my group what we were doing. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was awesome, as always. Katya needs to stop saying stupid shit while I'm drinking though.&lt;br /&gt;Drink + Carla x Katya's jokes = Ginger Ale all over Marisa. LOOL.&lt;br /&gt;See. I'm so good at math. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of math, it wasn't that bad either. LMFAO DOOOOD. Iacovino had shit on her ass today and we couldn't take her seriously. wtf did she sit on? cause it wasn't pretty. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Geo was pretty shibby too. We only had about an hour of it today, which was no fun cause I like geo. But then again, I was so fucking tired, I fell asleep in that class too. So glad Doucet didn't notice.. I dun like it when people ruin mah sleep. &gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. I love how i don't care about getting in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;GEO TEACHERS ARE COOL.&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL Mr. Bambers (LOL sam. :3)&lt;br /&gt;Wait what am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;SAM DUN READ THESE ANYMOAR CAUSE SHE WATCHES TOO MUCH GLEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse is my new blogger best friend. nbd.&lt;br /&gt;Katya and Sam can get jealous. cause fking KAT GOT A TUMBLR. it sounds like it has squirrel aids. AND THESE PEOPLE DON"T KNOW HOW TO SPELL TUMBLE. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay i'mma stfu now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PCE OUT GURL SCOUTS&lt;/strong&gt;. C:&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-6537893441475583073?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/6537893441475583073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-always-wake-up-so-confused-each.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/6537893441475583073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/6537893441475583073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-always-wake-up-so-confused-each.html' title='I&apos;ll Always Wake Up So Confused Each Time I Have That Dream Of You.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-423240717323335967</id><published>2010-05-02T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:11:53.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Gallery Of People Who Think We're Strange.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I met my girlfriend's parents for the first time. I jokingly said to her mother, "Well, I see where she gets her good looks". They weren't too impressed. Once we left, my girlfriend told me she was adopted. FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'poppin babyloooove?&lt;br /&gt;Well, only like, 1 outta my 8 followers reads these. Sam hardly writes anymore cause shes obsessed with Glee. WHEN YOU READ THIS, FUCK YOU, WITH LOVE. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah b. Today was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;Started off with a sammich, then went for a walk with my doggy. :D&lt;br /&gt;There was a baseball game down at Christie, so I decided to take Patty there. No srsly, you should see how many people stop me just to pet the damn dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got home and learned about 3 new songs on guitar. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I got sad though cause it took me about 45 minutes go get my computer working. It was completely frozen when I got home. D: MEHH. I fixed it so NO PROBREM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..That was pretty much my day.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm talking about spiders and listening to The Higher cause they are very sexy people. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHIMO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-423240717323335967?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/423240717323335967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-gallery-of-people-who-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/423240717323335967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/423240717323335967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-gallery-of-people-who-think.html' title='Another Gallery Of People Who Think We&apos;re Strange.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-4429441493374337265</id><published>2010-05-01T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:01:06.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Crap About The Furniture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, my girlfriend found my secret panty stash. Now she thinks I'm cheating on her with another girl, but I'm not. They're mine. FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHER FUCKING MAY.&lt;br /&gt;Well, techincally, its May 2nd, but today was May 1st, and what did I do for the beginning of the best month ever?&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my fucking room. LMFAO (run, it's a sign of the apocalypse)&lt;br /&gt;KAYSO, I went through my old shit today, and I found my grade 7 &amp; 8 yearbooks; They made me feel like crying, but I was laughing so hard at some of the comments and messages n shit.&lt;br /&gt;One of them was from Julian and it was like "I'mma miss you and your foot tapping AND your shortness"&lt;br /&gt;and ROFLROFLROFL Davids 'future goal' was to, heyhey, get this..: "Catch all to the pokemons." ...LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss essex, but I'm in fking love with my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else did I do today?&lt;br /&gt;Well, cousin slept over.. lucky me. So I couldn't play guitar at all while she was here, which was basically like telling me to stop breathing. LOL. Well, I played guitar when I finished cleaning my room, which was basically the whole day. UNDER MY BED WAS GROSS. JUST SAYIN. D; But now its so clean, so s'all good. :3&lt;br /&gt;I found things I couldn't find before, LIKE MY FKING PURPLE HAT. I'mma wear it on tuesday. Monday, I'm wearing my new hat. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, now I'm just here talking to 4 awesome people, and listening to my nightnight playlist again. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting pretty fucking tired so I'll wrap this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a clean room and completed homework (almost. :3)&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty funny. Considering its me. LOL K NIGHT. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pce out. girl scouts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-4429441493374337265?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/4429441493374337265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-crap-about-furniture.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4429441493374337265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4429441493374337265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-crap-about-furniture.html' title='Some Crap About The Furniture.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-693693923497361100</id><published>2010-04-30T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:14:45.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Title &amp; Registration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*well two, cause they're short. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, the water in my apartment building was shut off for maintenance. Also today, my infant daughter had diarrhea. I haven't been able to bathe her or do laundry all day. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got a parking ticket while I was in City Hall paying a parking ticket. FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at the loser with the double whammy on the parking tix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No srsly. Today was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT WHEN FUCKING NUMBNUTS DON'T LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SAY DON'T FUCKING TEXT ME. &gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this kid has my number. He lives in Uxbridge or whatever you call it. I don't know wtf that is, I don't care where it is, I just know that that counts as long distance texting for Toronto. The stupid kid decides it'd be nice to send me text messages that even cavemen would wtf to. Honestly. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So it started in first period, religion class (highlighting of the day starts here. nbd.) I was happily doing group work, when all of a sudden, I get a text message. I check it, and it says "Dommo Arigato"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care about what the text said as much because I get ridiculous text messages all the time. What I DID care about, was the fact that wise guy over here knows that I've said not to text me shit unless its EXTREEEEEEEMMMMMEEEELY important. Like, someones dying. I've told him many times, I don't reply to texts that just say "hi" or anything stupid. Well, it was just a couple of cents, so I ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch comes around, and I'm having a blast with some of the coolest people that walk the face of this earth, then he fking texts me again. This time it said "bone." ...Honestly, what am I supposed to say to that? So I ignored it again. 2 minutes later, I get a text again saying "what u having for lunch." At that point, I started to get ticked so I decided to risk paying some money to say "dude stfu, I'm in class" (lol I lied so he'd stfu)&lt;br /&gt;...he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, He sends me a text that said "1 your" which was actually a typo, so he sent ANOTHER fking text just to correct it. It said "hour." ..WTF IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?&lt;br /&gt;I just ignored it once again. I was relieved that the texting was over, til I jynxed it at around dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;I get a text saying "If you text me its not long distance. it is normal you would pay as if i was right beside you" FURST OF ALL BUDDY. THAT SENTENCE DOESNT'T MAKE SENSE WHICH HURTS TO READ. and NO. I HAVE FREE FUCKING TEXTING TIL I REACH MY LIMIT. SO STFU YOU TALL BRAINED MORON. &gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;you think I'm done?&lt;br /&gt;Well SUCKS FOR YOU. Cause I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes later, all he sent was a text message that said "ok" ..okay what? okay you'll stop texting me? Cause you didn't. You sent a text message 10 minutes later that said "you can answer me it cost the same as if you are texting sam" You dunno my cell plan. So just stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't. 30 minutes later, he sends a simple text message that consists of two words. "hey boi" 5 minutes after THAT, he sent me one that said "why don't you text me? i'm bored" CAUSE I SAID I CAN'T. DON'T YOU GET IT? jeez. T_T&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, his final words were "ch ch braaaap braaaap" which made NO FKING SENSE. It was worse than Billy with her phone while she's sleep deprived (LOLOL I LOVE YOU. &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;but no srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my night just got busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday's in about 10 days, so I have a get together to plan. It's kind of hard when SO MANY of the "must attend rite nao or else party = no fun" people were busy.&lt;br /&gt;While I was planning shit with about 13 people, I was also helping my sis out with shit for her room.&lt;br /&gt;While I was helping my sister with shout out for her room, I'm babysitting my 11 year old cousin.&lt;br /&gt;fml? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well things are uber chill now, cause its about 1 am, just talking with a can of cool beans, who is probably reading this, and I'm listening to my "stfu, i wanna sleep but i'm obviously still up cause i'm listening to music" playlist on my itunes. =] The children are sleeping (lol sara xD) and the naked man isn't having a party tonight. thank GOD xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I get off topic..&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT MY BIRTHDAY yeh? Hm. 15. I heard its a good year for most people. I'll be the judge of that. xD I really really really really really really want a guitar for my birthday. My parents don't even get the point yet. Which sucks, cause my hopes are really high up right now, and i'mma be a sad panda if I don't get that little bundle of joy I'm asking for. T_T&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, this year's gonna be great! I'm actually going OUT for my birthday, instead of staying at home, fooling around, etc etc. xD&lt;br /&gt;We'll head to the best park evar, with 13 awesome people, and just go crazy. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should REALLY stop typing now, cause this blog is gonna take up the whole fucking page tonight, and my followers (lol sam, katya, and now jesse) are prolly getting REALLY bored of reading this. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEACE OUT GIRL SCOUTS&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S9u4jDMG7qI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mue4JRsAy1M/s1600/30514_387443464220_562544220_3985999_5671108_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S9u4jDMG7qI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mue4JRsAy1M/s320/30514_387443464220_562544220_3985999_5671108_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466165485035253410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW JESSE THIS MADE MY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;I already said it. But its so cool, it needs to be on my blog. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-693693923497361100?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/693693923497361100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/title-registration.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/693693923497361100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/693693923497361100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/title-registration.html' title='Title &amp; Registration.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S9u4jDMG7qI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mue4JRsAy1M/s72-c/30514_387443464220_562544220_3985999_5671108_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-6066164175043197999</id><published>2010-04-26T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:47:20.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel The Sun Creeping Up On Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I was expelled from school for taking a picture of my balls. FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no srsly. What's shakin' cptn bacon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an alright day actually. We had this assembly about cyber bullying so we missed all of religion. Then for gym we were doing what Mrs. Neglia calls "jazz." ...dood it looked like we had ants in our pants. tutut. Well then, lunch was the usual, except it took me so damn long to use the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;First there was a line up, then I finally reached the microwave, i still had to wait for fking room in it. and when I finally got space, it took forever to heat up because the other food is sharing the heat so it takes 298345723 x longer. AND the damn girls keep opening and closing the microwave door. LOL FML?&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, after that, I was satisfied with my lunch. It would get very dramatic if my lunch was shit to begin with. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was good. We're finally done with that polynomial shit.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh know, I was actually starting to enjoy doing that math. Just cause it's so damn easy to me now xD&lt;br /&gt;We're starting geometry, *yay?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no srsly, that class is fucking BORING. I fell asleep LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got home and did the usual; procrastinate til about 11 with xbox, food, and computer.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of xbox, one thing that was pissing me off is that if your the owner of the band, DUN FUCK WITH THEM. kaycool?&lt;br /&gt;Some fucker kept on trying on making me play bass so that he could play guitar.&lt;br /&gt;I GIVE him the spot, and he ends up playing on medium. ROFL FUCK YOU ANONYMOUS AMMETEUR. (sp. :3)&lt;br /&gt;Really though? I needa add in my band biography "DUN FUCK WID ME &gt;:C"&lt;br /&gt;Cause its true. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS KID THAT I DUNNO ADDED ME AS A FRIEND ON XBL. :S&lt;br /&gt;I smell a sexy old man. sexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma keep rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU KEY-J.&lt;br /&gt;You owe me money for the long distance texts you used on me. LOL. Yes, there is such thing as ROAMING CHARGES. &gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'MMA GO. CAUSE I'M SLEEPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chimo. ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna add,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samm Correia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is the best soul living on this planet besides Jesus and Chuck Norris. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-6066164175043197999?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/6066164175043197999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-feel-sun-creeping-up-on-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/6066164175043197999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/6066164175043197999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-feel-sun-creeping-up-on-me.html' title='I Feel The Sun Creeping Up On Me.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-663547081975552829</id><published>2010-04-25T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:43:06.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, I'm An Anarchist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, my boyfriend and I were watching a movie when he leaned in close and passionately kissed me on the lips. When we parted, he asked, "Now, will you make me sandwich?" FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose that fml cause I'm on a sandwich making strike. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to make sandwiches for anybody in this house. &gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, this weekend was pretty good. Nothing amazing though.&lt;br /&gt;I spent it with my xbox, guitar, and Heshan. LOL That kid is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I've been a pretty happy camper since thursday, so I'mma keep it up. Feels right. Well next week better be good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmahgod.&lt;br /&gt;tslotat is on.&lt;br /&gt;BYE. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-663547081975552829?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/663547081975552829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-im-anarchist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/663547081975552829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/663547081975552829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-im-anarchist.html' title='Baby, I&apos;m An Anarchist.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-7366502514193003370</id><published>2010-04-24T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:20:11.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acadia Is Gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, a salesman came to my door. As I opened the door, his eyes grew wide. He said, "No, sorry, wrong house." It wasn't until after he left that I realized I had forgot to put a top on. FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay mr. blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Another pet peeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say something you shouldn't to someone you haven't met. It's not right.&lt;br /&gt;There's always the type of people that don't look good in photos but look scandalous in real life. And people shouldn't get disappointed when they thought someone looked fabulous in their photos but not so great in real life.&lt;br /&gt;It's not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd let you know.&lt;br /&gt;It's a hurtful world out there sometimes, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-7366502514193003370?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/7366502514193003370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/acadia-is-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7366502514193003370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7366502514193003370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/acadia-is-gone.html' title='Acadia Is Gone.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-9054224439879444466</id><published>2010-04-23T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:13:12.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Want History.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I realized that the short time remaining on the gift cards I keep in my wallet exceeds the time I've ever kept a girlfriend. FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. I've finally experienced a great day without any problems; school or home.&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast. And it's prolly cause I fking love my friends. They're the best. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was SJCS's birthday, so there was a carnival.&lt;br /&gt;Yuh see, I was thinking dunk tanks and cotton candy, but no. It's twister mats in English classrooms and free cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;That'll do though. That'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started off with attendance in homeroom, then an assembly with awesome skits and hilarious videos.&lt;br /&gt;I almost pissed myself watching that tsunami video. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;THEY PLAYED THE ROBOT UNICORN ATTACK SONG AT THE END OF THE VIDEO. I LITTERALLY SCREAMED LAUREN. JUST SAYIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the "table" met up in the lower gym and we did this stupid wrestling game. I kicked Susie's ass. nbd, love. &lt;3 But yeh, we eventually split up into tiny groups so we didn't have to wait for eachother at stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was pretty BAD ASS. (more like gold horse statue testicles if you ask me. ;D) But yeah, we had basically almost more than an hour for Lunch. Idfk how long it was actually. *thats what she said. ;D* anyway, We took sxc pictures. T'was sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we basically piled up in the gym and watched Earth, but I've already seen that damn movie twice on an air plane LOL. It's only cool when the lions are in there. Katya was that sexy stallion duck on the screen. Well not really stallion. t'was a baby, and it jumped out of a tree in slowmo and we decided to sing "I believe I can *thump*" just to add effect. Kay to be honest, I fell asleep thoughout that whole movie. Siobhans crotch is really comfy. But she kept on laughing cause of fking Marisa, Susie and Katya causing her stomach to move and mah head to be uncomfortable. ITS UNASSEPTABULL.&lt;br /&gt;NAHH I kid the white girl. I love you Siobhan. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that shit, we got our mid-terms, and I'm disappointed in the "luring scillz" section. My marks were fine, but fking Iacovino. holy alskjfdlaskjfaslkfd I WANNA TRIP HER WHILE SHES WRITING POLYNOMIALS ON THE CHALKBOARD. &gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;Same with Neglia LOL But I understand why she hates me. I'm a bitch. LOL. Doucet didn't have to be TOO harsh though. I didn't suck that bad in geo this sem. T_T My only awesome mark was religion. And that just says one thinkg about me. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I got home, I was still happy. (ahhaahaha first time in my life. nbd. =])&lt;br /&gt;My dad made me laugh so hard I spilled coke all over my fking sheet music. That bitch. xD But yeah, now I'm just here talking to my favorite Edward Van and listening to PRP. I'mma stop typing cause iunno what else to say. It was a long day so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHIMO&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S9KKcQ3FoyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vDbQ2WXZXlk/s1600/25407_1432951468088_1361956632_1177559_6123803_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S9KKcQ3FoyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vDbQ2WXZXlk/s320/25407_1432951468088_1361956632_1177559_6123803_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463581516120826658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-9054224439879444466?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/9054224439879444466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-want-history.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/9054224439879444466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/9054224439879444466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-want-history.html' title='You Want History.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S9KKcQ3FoyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vDbQ2WXZXlk/s72-c/25407_1432951468088_1361956632_1177559_6123803_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-1024464965457790944</id><published>2010-04-20T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:58:17.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't You See I'm Easily Bothered By Persistance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I got my bike stolen. Later, I saw my best friend riding my bike. She says, "Hey I just stole this bike from some loser!" FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL@FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;1) I actually did my homework tonight, so I don't have to go to school all grouchy n stressed n shit. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;2) My parents don't hate me anymore&lt;br /&gt;3) I learned my lesson for a couple of things, and I think its better because it'll make my mom much happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch today was pretty excellent.&lt;br /&gt;Cordelia ate lunch with us and it was pretty trippy. Sucks Marisa wasn't there; it woulda been even better. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fking hate my math teacher. She's a fking old coot that needs to be a tad bit reasonable. And by a tad, I mean bigger than big.&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who have high expectations. My mark is almost a fking 80, and she says I can do "better. way better"&lt;br /&gt;Hate to break it to you Mr. Sir, but That's probably the highest mark I've ever gotten in math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO FUCK YOU. AND HAVE A NICE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-1024464965457790944?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/1024464965457790944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/cant-you-see-im-easily-bothered-by.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1024464965457790944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1024464965457790944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/cant-you-see-im-easily-bothered-by.html' title='Can&apos;t You See I&apos;m Easily Bothered By Persistance?'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-6053931637492087902</id><published>2010-04-19T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:32:27.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm such a fucking screw up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-6053931637492087902?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/6053931637492087902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-such-fucking-screw-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/6053931637492087902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/6053931637492087902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-such-fucking-screw-up.html' title=''/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-7157972880162510538</id><published>2010-04-16T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:59:59.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$10 Is Enough To Get Us Wasted Before The Night Is Over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I learned that the 'dark' setting on my toaster oven at work actually means 'light bagel on fire and make you look like a pyromaniac'. FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'was the auditions for jam night and I'd say we did pretty good. Well, Kristine and Julie did well no doubt about it. But I guess I did pretty good for learning the damn song the night before the audition xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayso My cousin got a DSI ET for her birthday and shes fking around with the webcam.&lt;br /&gt;Hold up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe they have now put 2, not 1, TWO webcams in a god damn gameboy shit stick thing.&lt;br /&gt;Well, its fun to fk up her face with the effects, so I'mma keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHIMO&lt;/strong&gt;. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-7157972880162510538?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/7157972880162510538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-is-enough-to-get-us-wasted-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7157972880162510538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7157972880162510538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-is-enough-to-get-us-wasted-before.html' title='$10 Is Enough To Get Us Wasted Before The Night Is Over.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-3608314528710458757</id><published>2010-04-15T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:33:52.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I Want It. But No, I Don't Need It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I asked this girl in my math class to prom over the morning announcements broadcasted over school. There are over 4,000 people at my school. She said no. FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people go about punching people in the stomach, then when they're up and running again, that little bitch has to punch you back down. Maybe even trip you in the process.&lt;br /&gt;When you hurt someones feelings, do you think it's fucking wise to still talk to them? Wake up and smell the fucking coffee bub.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's everywhere I look. And it bothers me. Which is bad cause I want this, but I don't NEED it.&lt;br /&gt;But now that time passed a bit, and I have very convincing people by my side, I'm conviced that I NEED it, but now I don't WANT it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it's that way instead of the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of getting sick of my blog cause all I do is fking complain about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On the other note, the adtr concert was amazing! I was so impressed with Shikari. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Today was alright. I was fking tired as hell, but weight lifting today really woke me up. I'm feeling my arms burn like anything though. I think I worked out to hard LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did something and I'mma really regret it if people don't like it. xD&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna say it on my blog cause it'll spoil.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start my math homework before Iacovino kicks the living fuck out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She can do that you know..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHIMO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-3608314528710458757?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/3608314528710458757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/yeah-i-want-it-but-no-i-dont-need-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3608314528710458757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3608314528710458757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/yeah-i-want-it-but-no-i-dont-need-it.html' title='Yeah, I Want It. But No, I Don&apos;t Need It.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-5812553916677362288</id><published>2010-04-04T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:49:26.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Killed Your Girlfriend; We Can Be Together Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, it is Easter. I woke up to no eggs, no baskets, and only one surprise. My mom and dad decided to take my brother to Vegas to the family reunion that nobody told me about. They left $20 on my desk for food. I'm home alone for a week. FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA. I feel kind of stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the long weekend is almost over, but then again, there's something that I'm looking forward, so I don't mind if it ends. I give you permission to kill be because of what I just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter's been fantastic. Just chill, text someone all day, and just simple things that separate &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; from me.&lt;br /&gt;What I don't understand is that why would someone punch you in the stomach, then have the balls to call you and ask to go out somewhere? Am I missing something here?&lt;br /&gt;You can't fking change your mind like a girl changes outfits in the morning; it's not cool.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda like making plans to go out somewhere, then cancel last minute.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you fucking did.&lt;br /&gt;I've met better people, now that you mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iunno whatelse to say.&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;Chimo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-5812553916677362288?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/5812553916677362288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-killed-your-girlfriend-we-can-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/5812553916677362288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/5812553916677362288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-killed-your-girlfriend-we-can-be.html' title='I Killed Your Girlfriend; We Can Be Together Now.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-5720478317853605121</id><published>2010-04-03T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T17:35:07.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Choose Things For Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, this guy I've been seeing told me that he couldn't see me anymore after tomorrow because he's going to need to devote all of his spare time to bonding with his new iPad. FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it when my friends tell me not to do something because they care about me n shit, but then again, I know what I'm doing 99% of the time and they KNOW that. Just wanna say I'm fine and I'll always be fine if something stupid happens. Just stop making decisions for me keh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was alright. Didn't do anything at all though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin slept over, like I said last night, aha. All we did was eat, sleep, and play xbox. Well, sometimes I'd just let her play while I go on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;I was cleaning out my documents and I was looking through old screen shots. A LOT were basically with &lt;strong&gt;Kyle&lt;/strong&gt;. Dude I miss talking to that kid. He's never online LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Meh. I still got &lt;strong&gt;Samanamatha Crayons&lt;/strong&gt; to talk to. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hearing shit about people gets me thinking so much. I don't like to listen to them anymore and I like figuring things out myself. Telling me to "be careful"? Of course I'm careful. Don't be stupid. I'm usually the one that proves certain people wrong, (not to sound cocky and whatnot) but really? Just don't say to much to make me second guess something that could possibly make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'mma go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHIMO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-5720478317853605121?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/5720478317853605121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-choose-things-for-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/5720478317853605121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/5720478317853605121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-choose-things-for-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Choose Things For Me.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-7495396288471207188</id><published>2010-04-02T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:30:27.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me The Courage To Let Go Of The Things That Separate You From Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, my brother decided to prank-call me pretending to be my boyfriend and break up with me. I cried for two hours before getting up the courage to talk to the man I thought dumped me. When I got there, I knocked on the door and he said, "We need to talk." I had to go through getting dumped by him a second time. FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love April.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love April?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March sucked ass, and I'd rather not talk about it to start off this blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's day 2 of April, and I'm already having a blast. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's 'holy week' so we've been doing this religious shit all over the place. This includes not eating fking MEAT. I'm gonna kill myself by monday. &lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt;, You can have my xbox. =]&lt;br /&gt;Easter is so fking awesome for me. Thursday I went to SMCS, and met some new people. Even got a phone number, EHH? ;D no? okay. T_T&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's nice to have someone to text cause NO ONE texts me unless it's important stuff. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Well technically, it's April 3rd right now, as of 20 minutes ago, and I hope it's just as good as today. Today was awesome. And all I did was hang out with an awesome biffle that goes by the name of &lt;strong&gt;Billy&lt;/strong&gt;. ;D We watched countless videos of The Greatest Freakout, then we tried watching New Moon on blu-ray but we dunno how to work the fking blu-ray player. LOL. So we ended up watching some Peter Chao and Shimmycocopuffs. Then we sat in the backyard with my dog and looked at planes with binoculars and talked about school n shit. It was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;Then I talked to people I love oh so well. *lul &lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt; that's you. xD* and yeahh. That's my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm babysitting my cousin though, and she's sleeping over. It's fine and shit, cause she's cool, but what I don't get is that why would her dad, who only has about 4 days with her every other week, leave her at my house for a day and choose to not see her. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;A long long while back, when she first started sleeping over and stuff, she would call her mom to say g'night and her mom would talk to me too to say the same, but then we started having a conversation, and she was like "why would he leave her there if he doesn't see her much? She's his daughter and it's kinda like 'abandoning' her." The sad part is that it's SO TRUE. and THEN, he tries to act like he's MY dad.&lt;br /&gt;When I went to a concert, his job was to just drop me off there, and pick me up, and that was the ONLY thing he had to do. Just because I have a shit phone, and it turned off by itself during the concert and he couldn't contact me, he got SO PISSED and he was all like "if I were your father, I would ground you!"  dude wtf really? idfc and I'm not scared of you. Iunno. He's so fking weird. (lol why am I ranting about my uncle?) aha I guess it just needs to be said to someone. LOL My sister doesn't like him. He was so mean to her too yo. Yesterday he was like "awwh Adrianna, doesn't your sister have a good heart? You should learn from her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE WTF. OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got so mad after. I kinda was just standing there like &gt;=[]&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel bad for my cousins, having an obnoxious dad like that.&lt;br /&gt;He has his good qualities, but fuck is he mean sometimes. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Iunno what else to say so I'll stop here for tonight. I'll try and blog as much as &lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt; does, I promise. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHAO OUTSIDE MOTHA FUCKA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-7495396288471207188?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/7495396288471207188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/give-me-courage-to-let-go-of-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7495396288471207188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/7495396288471207188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/04/give-me-courage-to-let-go-of-things.html' title='Give Me The Courage To Let Go Of The Things That Separate You From Me.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-3884170375929470985</id><published>2010-03-29T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T19:56:13.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Keep A Sinister Smile With A Hole In My Heart.</title><content type='html'>Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll never go back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said TEDDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun don't shine on everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-3884170375929470985?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/3884170375929470985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-keep-sinister-smile-with-hole-in-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3884170375929470985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/3884170375929470985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-keep-sinister-smile-with-hole-in-my.html' title='I Keep A Sinister Smile With A Hole In My Heart.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-4163544726757433793</id><published>2010-03-23T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:48:46.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, You're So Deep; Your Taste Is Chic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I logged on to Facebook and checked my boyfriend's page. Our relationship has been long distance for a month now since he moved to Paris. I saw he had a comment from a girl who also lives in Paris. After using Google translator, I found out they had had a "magnifique" night together. FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of hard to throw away something you've worked so hard on. Even if it's just a piece of paper with words in it. It's a gift and it was for you, but I couldn't even give it to you in time for you to throw everything away. Now I have to throw my hard work out along with it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;A stupid immature little girl.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what the fk I did. And yeah, that was kind of a jackass thing of you to do. I finally agree with you for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I lied to you. Because it'll just be another questionable turn-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-4163544726757433793?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/4163544726757433793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-youre-so-deep-your-taste-is-chic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4163544726757433793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/4163544726757433793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-youre-so-deep-your-taste-is-chic.html' title='Oh, You&apos;re So Deep; Your Taste Is Chic.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-1430339972755191805</id><published>2010-03-22T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:40:32.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Ahead And Burn It Down. Glory Fades.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I picked up my wedding dress. On my way home, I had to stop by the grocery store. Being extremely excited about my dress, I forgot to lock my car. My wedding dress was stolen while I was buying toilet paper and bread. I'm getting married in 3 days. FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolfail@fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last blog, I was doing something to help a friend. 3 actually.&lt;br /&gt;But now I think it was a waste of time because I've been totally ripped off by one of them.&lt;br /&gt;They make themselves seem so easy, and continue to do so, but change their minds while making things seem the way they still seem. They play tricks on you.&lt;br /&gt;And even worse, when you're feeling really confident about finding happiness, it's kind of like flushing a fucking goldfish down the toilet, or spilling water all over your watercolor painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It vanishes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-1430339972755191805?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/1430339972755191805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/03/go-ahead-and-burn-it-down-glory-fades.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1430339972755191805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/1430339972755191805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/03/go-ahead-and-burn-it-down-glory-fades.html' title='Go Ahead And Burn It Down. Glory Fades.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-2379123776849320443</id><published>2010-03-15T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:34:55.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Soul Saved By Warm Words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, the boy I like finally acknowledged me. He came up to me and uttered two words: "Nice pooper." FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this girl. You think she'd be a sweetheart according to what her boytoy says about her.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought he was maybe just blinded by love?&lt;br /&gt;People have to be certain when they pick the one they choose to love. I had to learn that the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;I feel proud of myself that I was the one who chose not to make things complicated. But yet, I always had to hear the complications coming outta Mr. I-Thought-You-Were-Perfect's mouth. It would always be because I wouldn't be able to go out and he'd get upset and tell me that I need more "freedom." Or "we don't have anything in common" or whatever the fuck his other reasons were.&lt;br /&gt;People never seem to be happy with what they already have. I'll admit, I'm not happy with what I already have sometimes. Everybody wants a "more" of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;Well. Back to this girl.&lt;br /&gt;If she didn't make things so damn complicated, she would be upsetting herself. And even worse, she would be upsetting a mighty fine kid. Her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;boyfriend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyy. Yeah. EXCUSE ME. Don't know if you've noticed, but YOU, missy, have a boyfriend. You do realize, it's HARD to get one right? You do realize, you are a VERY lucky person. And finally, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOU DO REALIZE HE FUCKING LOVES YOU TO DEATH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And there you are, taking advantage of if all. It's a shame how you can turn TWO peoples happiness into ONE living hell. How do you do it bub. Wanna know how, you self centered bitches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you complain about a really loyal choice your loved one made, that does &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; make them a bad person, and that does &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; mean they don't love you. If a person didn't love you, wouldn't they break up with you? THINK ABOUT IT for one bloody second instead of bitching about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me like a person can automatically act before they think, but have to be told to think, before they act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at this in REALITY'S perspective: &lt;em&gt;Is it really necessary to be angry at a person who is doing something so incredibly nice for a friend?&lt;/em&gt; I'd be fucking amazed and impressed if I were you..&lt;br /&gt;and Sorry hun, but they probably came first anyway. Just cause you're his, doesn't make you &lt;u&gt;automatically&lt;/u&gt; his number one. I know you're "supposed to" be his number one cause your "his girl" , but really, you're not the only person in his life now, are yeh? And I bet you'd do the same for your friend, f.y.i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how some girlfriends are allowed to do ANYTHING they could possibly imagine, but when the guy does it, it's not cool and they should be punished like a stray dog in a pound.&lt;br /&gt;Boys, as much as they act like dogs physically, are &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; dogs. They choose to treat you with so much respect, and if you're a lucky one who has one of those really uncommonly found guys, then you're a lucky bitch and should give them some fucking respect.&lt;br /&gt;As for the sad fellows who cry for their girlfriends; Don't. Don't cry about them. If they choose to get angry over the most ridiculous reasons, then you shouldn't be crying for her. Cause that'll mean you're crying for a ridiculous reason yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls needa take a fucking chill pill and LISTEN for once. Give them a chance. Hear what they gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, if you could hear what he says about you all the time; all the sweet, heart warming comments about you, the way he compliments you with all colors of the rainbow, you would mostlikely smile from ear to ear and say "that's me he's talking about. And I'm a fucking bitch for not realizing it" then I scream hallelujah. You finally didn't wake up on the bitch side of the bed. And let me tell you bub. This stuff I'm saying, actually fking happened. He loves you, and can't say shit about you. But it's easy for you to say shit about him now, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys just needa stand up for once. If she gets mad.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you.. one thing's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then she's obviously &lt;u&gt;not worth it&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-2379123776849320443?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/2379123776849320443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-soul-saved-by-warm-words.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2379123776849320443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/2379123776849320443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-soul-saved-by-warm-words.html' title='Another Soul Saved By Warm Words.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-5330600324162655860</id><published>2010-03-14T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:12:16.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsatisfied With Your Crowd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I found out that the only reason my ex husband calls my son anymore, is to ask him to send him things on Facebook. FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what. the. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;When people can't make up their fucking minds cause they're too fucking picky, I kinda wanna get a knife and stab myself in the ear. If you don't wanna read a book cause it has a little stick figure holding a wand on the front of it cause you think it'll suck, you don't wanna listen to a band that has the name "family force five" cause it sounds really stupid, or you don't wanna watch a movie because you know the graphics are good but the blue aliens bother you cause they're not "your thing" then iunno what the fuck to say.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;And you think you really know someone, eh?&lt;br /&gt;And no. YOU relax.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever tell me to relax when I know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even flipping out in front of you. You're making assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;Just like how you assume a fucking movie is bad cause it's not "your thing." You haven't even watched it twat so stfu.&lt;br /&gt;and just btw, I just hate it when people make assumptions. Especially online. Cause peoples emotions are unreadable online.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you really know the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you don't know me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;And have a nice day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-5330600324162655860?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/5330600324162655860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/03/unsatisfied-with-your-crowd.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/5330600324162655860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/5330600324162655860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/03/unsatisfied-with-your-crowd.html' title='Unsatisfied With Your Crowd.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807763133861029378.post-5808373231810162896</id><published>2010-03-10T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:47:42.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulletproof.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FML of the Blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I met my boyfriend's extended family. His grandpa was apparently senile, as he kept calling me "Tilly" and asking me to dance. His relatives thought this hilarious and busted out the video camera. Later, I learned his grandpa is not senile at all - the family was playing a joke on me. FML&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing people from different angles lately. A good friend of mine whom I haven't seen in a while for God knows why turns out to be completely different then what I used to see her as. She could be the sweetest little fuck ever, but ever since highschool, iunno. Kinda hoetown on her side of the cake.&lt;br /&gt;I went to talk to her a couple days ago, online of course. She never wants to see me anymore. But yeah. Just by talking to her online, I was dissappointed. Gosh I sound like her fking mother or something.&lt;br /&gt;But srsly. She was using language she would NEVER use. Calling me things like, pardon me, "nigger" and shit like that. wtf. She never used to be like that. Her photos are kinda odd too. Pretty. But in the slowly kinda bad way.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like saying so much. But I kinda ended up writing a song. Wasn't the inspiration I was looking for, but it's a pretty good song if you interpret it the same way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that pisses the living fuck out of me. People who talk about sex every fucking second. And it's at stupid times to! Something nice could be happening, then just bringing "sex" up out of no where really ruins it. I understand being 'immature' is fun, I have a blast being immature too, but there are fking limits.&lt;br /&gt;Appropriate times to be immature. If only those people knew what the word "appropriate" meant.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I could be fking crying my eyes out, and someone brings up a stupid word or subject, thinking it could make them laugh. You know why it doesn't make me laugh? Cause this shits getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idc if you like being dirty mind it; to be honest, I do it all the time. But honestly. stfu about sex for 5 bloody minutes, yeh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never say stfu about sex to certain people cause I guess I'mma feel like I'm ruining or have ruined something. Cause I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;It's ridiculous how if you restrict sex talk from someone, they won't have anything else to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;I'd LOVE to try this out on a person, but like I said. It ruins things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. 4th rant blog. I think I should make these more often cause I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll catch yuh dweebs later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807763133861029378-5808373231810162896?l=carlapantsz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/feeds/5808373231810162896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/03/bulletproof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/5808373231810162896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807763133861029378/posts/default/5808373231810162896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlapantsz.blogspot.com/2010/03/bulletproof.html' title='Bulletproof.'/><author><name>ladyVengeance.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03880963685934662107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnhFekR6V2Q/S95NfEth0jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1i4g8V3RTog/S220/Image105.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
