<?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-1805485406160042922</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:25:58.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just these stark words I find</title><subtitle type='html'>A place for musings, thoughts, and incantations</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>halfbloodprince91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795174286594038406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805485406160042922.post-7163954812189275037</id><published>2008-05-08T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:49:52.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, um Bitch much?</title><content type='html'>So my sister totally just tried to bitch me out because I didn't want to wach a movie I didn't want to see and instead do homework so i can graduate. Wow how very lame of you, I am really dissapointed. Anyway, I have homework to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805485406160042922-7163954812189275037?l=thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/feeds/7163954812189275037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1805485406160042922&amp;postID=7163954812189275037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/7163954812189275037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/7163954812189275037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow-um-bitch-much.html' title='Wow, um Bitch much?'/><author><name>halfbloodprince91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795174286594038406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805485406160042922.post-2241767410883885935</id><published>2008-05-06T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:49:41.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a terrible student</title><content type='html'>Right now I am in my english class doing exactly what i shouldn't. Instead of paying attention, and maybe taking notes, I am just sitting here writting this blog. Well not true, I am playing the Sims. Very entertaining. I am so bored... I want to watch Brothers and Sisters... bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805485406160042922-2241767410883885935?l=thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/feeds/2241767410883885935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1805485406160042922&amp;postID=2241767410883885935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/2241767410883885935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/2241767410883885935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-terrible-student.html' title='I am a terrible student'/><author><name>halfbloodprince91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795174286594038406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805485406160042922.post-4880329231944935363</id><published>2008-05-02T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:41:33.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cozy afternoons are always nice</title><content type='html'>It's true, they really are. I am laying on my bed. My dog curled at my legs. Watching a movie. The only thing missing is a warm drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching the Labyrinth. Amazing movie! I mean seriously, what could be better than Jim Henson puppets and David Bowie? I dare you to tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me an my sister went to Skansie Bros. Park and took more photos. Only this time we had a really exspensive camera. I don't notice much of a difference really, but all well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this was a rather pointless post, but most of them are anyway. I just never know what to put. Anyway, back to my movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805485406160042922-4880329231944935363?l=thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/feeds/4880329231944935363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1805485406160042922&amp;postID=4880329231944935363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/4880329231944935363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/4880329231944935363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/2008/05/cozy-afternoons-are-always-nice.html' title='Cozy afternoons are always nice'/><author><name>halfbloodprince91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795174286594038406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805485406160042922.post-539920294423977779</id><published>2008-04-30T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:56:38.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dunno anymore...</title><content type='html'>Friends.... I guess they come and go. To many of them have gone, not enough have come to fill in the gap. And I don't even want these gaps filled in, just not by new people any way. I'll hear songs and think back to freshman year and think, "Man, I miss those days", second semester was one of the best times of my life. That lunch was great, all my friends had it. Or at least my friends then had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many are gone now. Some from things I've done, some from things they did, and some, well I guess we went seperate ways or just don't see each other. TCC killed soo many friendships, I hate it. I wish i never did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, Bree. Damn I wonder if she'll even see this. I know I sent her my link, but who knows if she saved it or ever even looks. That was a great friendship, we had bumps, but who didn't. I don't even think one person is to blame. There was one point where I felt i was being used, like i was being milked for information. I probably over reacted like I do so many times. But it hurt to find out what was going on. It almost very well could have jepordized something very good in my life. It didn't but it still hurt. I have grown past it, I am ready to make ammends but I don't think she is. I want to talk to her on msn when times are hard, or just to catch up. But I don't think we are there. Shit, talking is so strainded between us anyways in person, I doubt it would be better online. Who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly, we were great friends. Then I got distant, too distant, too fast. I know I hurt you. I am sorry. I feel we are getting to be talking more often now. But then there are times when you treat me pretty bad, most of those times you are with your boyfriend, I don't get it. Sometimes i feel your feelings are mutual and you want to be friends again. Other times I feel you want nothing to do with me. I don't get it. We were great friends and had fun, I want that back. If you don't just let me know so I can move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are people like Selina and Lindsay. People who I have just lost contact with. A lot of those problems being not having classes with them. It sucks. I miss hanging out with these people. And I want to reconnect. Hopefully I'll be able to come back to GHHS full time next year. I might have classes with people, who knows. I think these are the friendship losses that bother me the most. Because there is no real reason as to why things have ended. No fights, or dissagreements, or backstabbing. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just a pointless rant, most people won't even read it. Maybe I'll put my url on myspace and tell people to bookmark it.... we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805485406160042922-539920294423977779?l=thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/feeds/539920294423977779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1805485406160042922&amp;postID=539920294423977779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/539920294423977779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/539920294423977779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dunno-anymore.html' title='i dunno anymore...'/><author><name>halfbloodprince91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795174286594038406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805485406160042922.post-2701123917110697189</id><published>2008-01-27T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:50:28.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So Tuesday was my Birthday, and I am now officially 17. Which is good because now when ever me and Brittney go to a movie that happens to be R rated, we don't have to worry about them asking for id. We lucked out with Sweeney Todd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So my Birthday was fun. Very simple, me and my family just went out to dinner. It was a bummer that Katie had to work, but i still got to see her. What was nice was the it was small present wise as well. I got a cd, a video game, my cousin Joey got me some portable speakers for my nano, and a shirt. Well two shirts if you count the one Brittney gave me for our one month/birthday. So it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then on Wednessday I spent the day with Brittney because it was our one month anniversary. I bought her a flower arrangement of daffodils and we hung out at her house because she had to watch her little sisters we couldn't go out to dinner. We went out to dinner on friday and we saw Cloverfield, which was a great movie. Probably the best monster movie hands down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tursday was my night with dad, so katie drove me to Seattle and the three of us went to dinner. We had a good time and the food was good. He gave me fourty bucks for my birthday, and that was well spent the following day on dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I've ha a pretty busy week, and it doesn't show much signs of slowing down next week, but we shall see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805485406160042922-2701123917110697189?l=thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/feeds/2701123917110697189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1805485406160042922&amp;postID=2701123917110697189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/2701123917110697189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/2701123917110697189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>halfbloodprince91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795174286594038406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805485406160042922.post-6389772251491220321</id><published>2008-01-27T01:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T14:36:11.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines&lt;br /&gt;   he wrote a poem&lt;br /&gt;And he called it “Chops”&lt;br /&gt;   because that was name of his dog&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what it was all about&lt;br /&gt;And his teacher gave him an A&lt;br /&gt;   and a gold star&lt;br /&gt;And his mother hung it on the kitchen door&lt;br /&gt;   and read it to his aunts&lt;br /&gt;That was the year Father Tracy&lt;br /&gt;   took all the kids to the zoo&lt;br /&gt;And he let them sing on the bus&lt;br /&gt;And his little sister was born&lt;br /&gt;   with tiny toenails and no hair&lt;br /&gt;And his mother and father kissed a lot&lt;br /&gt;And the girl around the corner gave him a&lt;br /&gt;   Valentine signed with a row of X’s&lt;br /&gt;   and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant&lt;br /&gt;And his father always tucked him in bed at night&lt;br /&gt;And he was always there to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once on a white piece of paper with blue lines&lt;br /&gt;   he wrote a poem&lt;br /&gt;And he called it “Autumn”&lt;br /&gt;   because that was the name of the season&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what it was all about&lt;br /&gt;And his teacher gave him an A&lt;br /&gt;   and asked him to write more clearly&lt;br /&gt;And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door&lt;br /&gt;   because of its new paint&lt;br /&gt;And the kids told him&lt;br /&gt;   that Father Tracy smoked cigars&lt;br /&gt;And left the butts on the pews&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes they would burn holes&lt;br /&gt;That was the year his sister got glasses&lt;br /&gt;   with thick lenses and black frames&lt;br /&gt;And the girl around the corner laughed&lt;br /&gt;   when he asked her to go see Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;And the kids told him why&lt;br /&gt;   his mother and father kissed a lot&lt;br /&gt;And his father never tucked him in bed at night&lt;br /&gt;And his father got mad&lt;br /&gt;   when he cried for him to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once on a paper torn from his notebook&lt;br /&gt;   he wrote a poem&lt;br /&gt;And he called it “Innocence: A Question”&lt;br /&gt;   because that was the question about his girl&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what it was all about&lt;br /&gt;And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door&lt;br /&gt;   because he never showed her&lt;br /&gt;That was the year that Father Tracy died&lt;br /&gt;And he forgot how the end&lt;br /&gt;   of the Apostle’s Creed went&lt;br /&gt;And he caught his sister&lt;br /&gt;   making out on the back porch&lt;br /&gt;And his mother and father never kissed&lt;br /&gt;   or even talked&lt;br /&gt;And the girl around the corner&lt;br /&gt;   wore too much makeup&lt;br /&gt;That made him cough when he kissed her&lt;br /&gt;   but he kissed her anyway&lt;br /&gt;   because that was the thing to do&lt;br /&gt;And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed&lt;br /&gt;   his father snoring loudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag&lt;br /&gt;   he tried another poem&lt;br /&gt;And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”&lt;br /&gt;Because that’s what it was really all about&lt;br /&gt;And he gave himself an A&lt;br /&gt;And a slash on each damned wrist&lt;br /&gt;And he hung it on the bathroom door&lt;br /&gt;   because this time he didn’t think&lt;br /&gt;   he could reach the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I did not write this, I got it from a book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805485406160042922-6389772251491220321?l=thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/feeds/6389772251491220321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1805485406160042922&amp;postID=6389772251491220321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/6389772251491220321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/6389772251491220321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/2008/01/once-on-yellow-piece-of-paper-with_27.html' title=''/><author><name>halfbloodprince91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795174286594038406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805485406160042922.post-3290758453899122186</id><published>2007-12-10T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:25:21.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is ture! Today was my last class of fall quarter! With inly two more weeks untill high school breaks Christmas is looming nearer. I am excited, not as excited as I normally would be on the reason that Bryan won't be here. It won't be the same, but the best will be made of it. I have three more gifts to buy. I need to get my grandma's book, a gift for my step-brother, and a gift for the adinosaur. We have are tree up and decorated, and it even has presents under it! It is starting to get so festive now. We have yet to put up our christmas village, but in due time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My weekend went pretty well, I had my debate tournament on saturday. We didn't break into finals, but that's fine. Me and my partner have decided to drop the piece we are doing based on lack of area for movement. We found a new piece which could be a good potential for more movement. It's pretty funny as well. It is a shame that the fact that there isn't a lot of movement in our current piece is what will keep us from making finals, because it is really funny. Hopefully this new piece goes well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday me and my family went to the mall and I looked at hair dye. My sister said that if I bought the dye she would help me colour my hair. I'm going for a red colour, which is annoying because they have two reds. A nice bright one and a darker one. I would like to go for the bright red, but I don't know if it would show as well or if the darker red would be better. We shall wait and see since I have no money to buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As far as today, I had my last English class and finished my paper, turned it in, and gave my presentation. I think the presentation went well, but we shall see. I hope I did good enough to pass, but there is no point instressing about anything now. What is done is done. As far as the rest of my night, well it's done since Heroes isn't on untill some time next year. *tear* So sad. So I am done for the night. Live Long and Prosper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805485406160042922-3290758453899122186?l=thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/feeds/3290758453899122186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1805485406160042922&amp;postID=3290758453899122186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/3290758453899122186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/3290758453899122186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/2007/12/freedom.html' title='Freedom!'/><author><name>halfbloodprince91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795174286594038406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805485406160042922.post-4077499305856874021</id><published>2007-12-06T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T03:33:45.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You... and Everything Else</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought I could tell you anything. Come to you with any problem. Not looking for help, not even advice, but just someone to listen. I thought we had a good friendship. But I tell you one thing, and it unwravles two years in two minutes. I find it interesting that of the things I have shared with you, this is the thing that upsets you the most. Seeing as how it is inevitable, you had to know that this would happen eventually. It is something everybody goes through. It hurts that you could just turn your back because of such an unimportant thing. I'm not sorry for what I said, I said nothing wrong. Your words aren't what bother me, what you said means nothing to me, but your actions are what really hurt. I still can't believe that you are ready to throw away a friendship over such a petty thing. I am not waiting for an appology, one is not nessecary. What I am waiting for is for you to talk again. Whenever you are ready I am listening. I hold no grudge, I am not angry, just hurt. Hurt and waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a much lighter note, today went pretty well. I met with Janice, my therapist. I had a bit of a set back the other day. Sunday was not a good day, I got in an argument with my mother over my term paper. I had been having trouble with finding a topic and went to her for help multiple times to find one, but each time I was fuitless in getting any help. I finally get through to her and she yells at me for waiting so long to get started. I was really angry with her because I had been trying to get help from her for the past two weeks. So with that ontop of the argument with a friend, I was left pretty downtrodden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the end of school neared on Monday I was getting very over whelmed, because with my 4:30 and my english class looming nearer, I had no rough draft or anything. I got home after school and burst into tears and was crying uncontrollably for almost two hours, with all the stress added to my unhappyness I felt worthless. Like my life was going astray. So my mom called Janice and she tried to talk to me, but I couldn't speak over my crying. So she told me that she'd call me back in an hour so I'd have time to calm down. We talked through some stuff to get me to a point where i could last untill today. I ended up not going to class because I didn't have anything done. Long story short I got the help I needed from my dad and sister (by the way everyone should read her blog). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So as I was saying I saw Janice today and we worked through what was going on and why I was so down in the dumps, so to speak. I love going to see her, because I always leave feeling better about my self, even if some days that feeling doesn't last long. It is still a great feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also I have almost finished my Christmas shopping. I have all but two people taken care of. For my little cousin Joe, I bought him some new Wii remote skins, because the ones he has are falling apart. For my mother me and my sibilings are getting her a ring, it's is very pretty, it has three blue saphires in a white gold band. For my dad and Rhonda, I bought them these really cool Starbucks mugs. They are similar to the ones that I got my dad for farther's day. They are made to look like the cups that they serve their dinks in, but the ones i got them for Christmas are made to look like their holliday paper cups. For my sister Katie, well I can't say here because she reads my blog, but I got it from my high schools anual art festival, so I think she will really like it. I still need to get my grandma's gift and something for the step sibiling that i have drawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently me and my sister are watching Tin Man the SciFi channel miniseries, but it has gotten late and i think it might be bedtime for me. So the rest of the show will have to wait untill tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805485406160042922-4077499305856874021?l=thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/feeds/4077499305856874021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1805485406160042922&amp;postID=4077499305856874021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/4077499305856874021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/4077499305856874021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-and-everything-else.html' title='You... and Everything Else'/><author><name>halfbloodprince91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795174286594038406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805485406160042922.post-1289300907083634973</id><published>2007-12-02T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T15:52:47.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am tall, I am short, I am a red head, I am loving, I am caring, I am hated, I am hateful, I am a friend, I am a son, I am a brother, I am a cousin, I am a nephew, I am a grandchild, I am secure, I am insecure, I am perfect, I am flawed, I am an enemy, I am a force to be reckoned with, I am the most friendly person you will meet, I am courageous, I am timid, I am spontaneous, I am predictable,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am complex, I am obvious, I am a worker, I am a slacker, I respectful, I am Catholic, I am righteous, I am God's child, I am accepting of all, I am bi, I am unique, I am myself, I am NOT you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am me, and that is all I will ever be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1805485406160042922-1289300907083634973?l=thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/feeds/1289300907083634973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1805485406160042922&amp;postID=1289300907083634973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/1289300907083634973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1805485406160042922/posts/default/1289300907083634973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyline-thisiseternal.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am.html' title='I am...'/><author><name>halfbloodprince91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795174286594038406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
