<?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-8729493387541120181</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:14:33.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that should have come to surface.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofablondemo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729493387541120181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofablondemo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04113823136793996890</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729493387541120181.post-706001159274205085</id><published>2010-01-11T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:58:41.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never blog after bloodtests</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so I just got a bloodtest, again, so I'm like, hm, what better time to blog than when I don't have a brain...I mean the best stuff comes to me then. :P instead I ended up working on my latest song. Speaking of, I have to finish writing out the older ones soon 'cuz I promised someone I'd have that done much earlier than now, but that's okay, cuz i'm nearly done the one i needed to finish first. Odly enough I've been writing like, pop/punk-ish songs...which I never do. Much more into the classical/alternative/indie/acoustic/anything i like styles. :)&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly lack inspiration to blog. I think this is due to the fact that I currently believe that I'm the only one reading my blog...the lack of comments assists that. Seriously, WHAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729493387541120181-706001159274205085?l=confessionsofablondemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofablondemo.blogspot.com/feeds/706001159274205085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8729493387541120181&amp;postID=706001159274205085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729493387541120181/posts/default/706001159274205085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729493387541120181/posts/default/706001159274205085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofablondemo.blogspot.com/2010/01/never-blog-after-bloodtests.html' title='Never blog after bloodtests'/><author><name>missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04113823136793996890</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-8729493387541120181.post-5174812797478270830</id><published>2010-01-01T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:27:03.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimisim is overrated-don't drop denial</title><content type='html'>That's right.&lt;br /&gt;   Anyhow. No pre-written rants this time. Just off the top of my head, straight up, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;  What has 2009 taught us? Lets see, never write someone off completely, never have two plan A's or too much going on, and don't ever let a toddler lose in a graveyard. That's right. Balloons, flowers, toddler. Bad combo....that's about all I can remember atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Denial rocks when your in it. When you start trying to get out of it is when it sucks majorly. For me that means realizing exactly what I've been lying about and what I need to face. I hate it, cuz it kinda hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that, it definitally hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Denial also rocks 'cuz you can get whatever the hell you want or need. Denial's the best when you want something you can't/shouldn't have...then you just lie to yourself 'till you believe you don't want/need it. It's awesome untill you decide to stop lying, cuz that's not so healthy either. Then it's a pain in the ass, kinda like withdrawl I guess? Maybe not. Who knows. Not me. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I hate how life has so many risks. It sucks. Really. Like, really sucks. (oh really?) Yeah, really. (OHMYGOSH i'm talking to myself on my blog-_-)....meh, wateva i'm wierd I knew that anyhow. ANYHOW. Risks are anoying. (wait, why are they anoying) I think i didn't get enough sleep last night. (wait no, risks, they're anoying) right! (right) right. (....yeah)........ what was I saying? (i have no idea). Neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*because of the lack of brainz in my head, and the lack of thinking goin on here, I'm gona stop now. :) Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729493387541120181-5174812797478270830?l=confessionsofablondemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofablondemo.blogspot.com/feeds/5174812797478270830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8729493387541120181&amp;postID=5174812797478270830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729493387541120181/posts/default/5174812797478270830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729493387541120181/posts/default/5174812797478270830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofablondemo.blogspot.com/2010/01/optimisim-is-overrated-dont-drop-denial.html' title='Optimisim is overrated-don&apos;t drop denial'/><author><name>missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04113823136793996890</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-8729493387541120181.post-7550047813541659126</id><published>2009-12-28T14:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:56:39.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I decided, randomly, to start blogging again. Just for the sake of getting my thoughts out there and for fun and cuz I enjoy it and haven't done that in a while. My bets are that once again I'll have maybe 3 readers at best &amp;amp; be talking to myself most of the time, which is what I excell at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Warnings: I have terrible grammer, type like I talk, enjoy run-on sentances, and use "..." a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This suffices as an intro, so for the rest of any posts I post, prepare to be either a) wierded out, 2) confused as hell, or c) deeply moved. C will never happen, so try a or b. I am aware that I said a-2-c, but the only other option was 1-b-3, so wtevs right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just found a bunch of random papers I wrote...rants/thoughts mostly. That's what happens when I clean my room. I get distracted (like now). Thought I'd just one or two of those up cuz they're funky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The memories, those we love, those that haunt every living moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They all fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We beg them to leave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We hope against hope that they never go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No matter of our wishes, they fade at will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What was once burned into our ever-waking minds fades into the black hole we call oblivion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That on which we spent countless restless nights in that much-dreaded, ever-longed for state when your best and worst memories intermingle with your closest fears &amp;amp; dearest wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It all fades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Within every soul there is a demon &amp;amp; an angel at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She'll never leave you if you let her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She'll drive a blade of ice into your very life-fire if you let her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Turn your back, ignore her for one instant and your worst fears will become a reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't let curiosity overcome you-she'll catch you in her iron grasp &amp;amp; break every bone in your fragile body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Never turn your back, never dare to not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She'll spark a desire, if you let her, that was never there-was never meant to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Stay away from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729493387541120181-7550047813541659126?l=confessionsofablondemo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofablondemo.blogspot.com/feeds/7550047813541659126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8729493387541120181&amp;postID=7550047813541659126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729493387541120181/posts/default/7550047813541659126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8729493387541120181/posts/default/7550047813541659126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofablondemo.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-again.html' title='And again...'/><author><name>missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04113823136793996890</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>
