<?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-766583177516915240</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:11:44.485+11:00</updated><category term='MY FAVORITE LYRICAL MOMENT'/><category term='Lyrical Issues'/><category term='Lyrical Moment'/><title type='text'>[ supergirl  ! ]</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;this is a new beginning&lt;/b&gt;.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-2384113377777053887</id><published>2008-11-19T20:05:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:24:46.846+11:00</updated><title type='text'>` every</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.start.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah. I'm not good with posting, I realized. I guess I'm too lazy to constantly keep up with it all but hey, at least once a month posting is good. Okay, I cbf writing some more so here's what i want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAR TEN IS OVER YAYAYAYAAYAYAYAYAYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-2384113377777053887?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/2384113377777053887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=2384113377777053887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2384113377777053887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2384113377777053887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2008/11/every.html' title='` every'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-6813406117530708552</id><published>2008-10-13T00:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:14:16.708+11:00</updated><title type='text'>oh</title><content type='html'>SCHOOL TODAY ZOMG. TRIALS ARE ALSO TODAY ZOMG. ARGHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i still awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... AHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-6813406117530708552?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/6813406117530708552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=6813406117530708552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6813406117530708552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6813406117530708552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh.html' title='oh'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-3817204108358864799</id><published>2008-10-01T18:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:44:12.995+10:00</updated><title type='text'>shashashasha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.ahayahay.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so what's up my homie g's? i'm sorry i haven't updated. i've just been busy with work and all that shizzang. work work work has taken over my life! ahhh! yay for money. but sadly, that's mostly gonna go all to my phone account line and other things so... goodbye money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, trials are like, the first day back man! dudes, this is crap. i'm working like, five days a week next week and i will only have like, two days to study for the trials. working too for the rest of this week. all morning shifts luckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah man, i wanna get contact lenses. so prolly if i have like, extra money from the phone bills and all that, i can get contact lenses for me that are, *drum roll* COLORED. now the dillema left for me is whether to get them green or to get them blue. mhmm? suggestions people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well well, there isn't really anything left to say other than, a lot of things have happened today and well, good or bad, at least they're memories to keep - i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, ahay ahay eshays braaaa ; im sorry, i just to say that. because i'm a lass. yeeeee braaaaa!  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-3817204108358864799?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/3817204108358864799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=3817204108358864799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3817204108358864799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3817204108358864799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2008/10/shashashasha.html' title='shashashasha'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-2560860981625282327</id><published>2008-09-26T21:57:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:12:19.416+10:00</updated><title type='text'>comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.secrets.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too close for comfort - mcfly.&lt;/span&gt; something people should listen to. i like the beat a lot. and the guitar and the vocals sound oh so amazing all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to coogee beach today with monica, chloe, faria, emily, lewis, caesar, andrei, alan, ian, sheehan, bill, and vince. it was quite interesting i suppose. saw people spooning on the beach, well heard. but i don't doubt that, because i know that it's true. but people should be unnamed. well, one should be. because i don't know who the other one is. let's just name her number TWO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6:45 today. took a shower at 7 and went to maccas at 7:30 to meet karly. yes, that's right people! i skipped school for a day of whatever. i am a rebel - be very afraid. then we basically just talked and talked until like, 8:30 where we went to gloria jeans and got iced coffees, where we met jes and blake. at 9, we rode a 393 bus towards karly's house. played singstar, went on computer, updated iPods and ate lunch all until 12. then, karly didn't wanna go beach because she said it was too cold. i know this is weird because i normally am not a beach person, but i'm guessing this summer will be very very different than the previous years. so i left at like, 1 for coogee. took 15 to go to maroubra, waited around another 30 for a 353. then got lost in coogee by myself - yes i was like, scared - for like, 40 minutes. by the time i got there, it was like, 2:30-40 something. then stayed there until about 4. went to christina's house after until 8 and we just talked, caught up with things. then went home and been on the computer since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired as ever but still going, holidays starts less than 2 hours. that only means one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day back to school are the trials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-2560860981625282327?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/2560860981625282327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=2560860981625282327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2560860981625282327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2560860981625282327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2008/09/comfort.html' title='comfort'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-545164623565240108</id><published>2008-09-25T22:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:50:34.937+10:00</updated><title type='text'>just dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.gaga.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? macey is updating her blog? for the first time she did it, in a day after blogging? i know. surprises.  surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going beach with karly tomorrow. so very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, that's all i can be bothered typing for now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-545164623565240108?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/545164623565240108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=545164623565240108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/545164623565240108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/545164623565240108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-dance.html' title='just dance'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-561204289688216626</id><published>2008-09-24T19:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:15:36.647+10:00</updated><title type='text'>september</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;x.update.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There's usually something new. Actually, no. Because if there was - I would've updated. You know I suck at updating. Last time was on July and so many things happened since then. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam broke up with me - but we're still friends. Year 10 is FINALLY ending. Trials are going to be on the first day back from the holidays. My emotions are quite mixed but I proud to say that I can pretty much handle myself now. Once in a while, no but most of the time, yes. So yay for maturity and yay for last year's heartbreak that taught me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm gonna be doing for the holidays. They came so fast. I'm really happy though because summer is coming and that only means one thing. A brand new year is approaching and new adventures await! And to be honest and blant about it, I can't wait for a new year. They make me excited. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to blog about other than a complaint. A good complain. Christina and Karly should - no not should - will free themselves this coming Saturday so we can have a sleepover and have a nice girly time. SERIOUSLY. You two need to free yourselves from appointments and we need to make time for each other. I miss them two a lot. We get up to crazy things together. Yes, I know, but they know I love them to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically it I think. Yes, yes. Remind myself more to go log in and blog. But it keeps slipping my mind. No more promises this time. Just whatever happens, happens. OH! And a brand new layout for you guys  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-561204289688216626?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/561204289688216626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=561204289688216626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/561204289688216626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/561204289688216626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2008/09/september.html' title='september'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-7236958819361818248</id><published>2008-07-05T21:44:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:44:37.180+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.young.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; There has been a big update towards life itself and I'm sad to say that one of the students from my school has passed away. He's been missing since the 30th of June and his body was found in Malabar on July 2 or 3. It isn't confirmed if it was suicide or murder - though I think it's suicide - apparently the last messaged sent was towards a friend containing something about it being the last time and thanking his friend for everything. Today people held a ceremony for him at La Perouse Tower and on Wednesday the 9th of July, there will be a funeral held for him at Anglican Church in Maroubra. 1:30 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; RIP Shane Riley [1992 - 2008.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-7236958819361818248?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/7236958819361818248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=7236958819361818248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/7236958819361818248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/7236958819361818248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2008/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-6860593247558458616</id><published>2008-07-04T19:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:44:04.448+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.termthree.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am proud to announce that term two is now completely over! Can you believe that one semester has already passed? Again we are back with the two weeks break, back to school for term 3, survive school, two weeks holiday again, go back to school for term 4, pass the school certificate, and then graduate. Summer holidays, Year 11. Sounds easy right? Of course. Of course not. Yesterday was the last day of term but I couldn't be bothered going so I told my mom the day before last night that I just wanted to stay at home and relax. It felt as if the last time I rested properly was last year. Then again, if you think about it, there has been more work given this year than last so it's just appropriate to feel like that - right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Work overload this week. Well, not really - but my schedule is full. On Monday I have work 11 to 4. Tuesday I have a date with some of my friends and movie night is taking place at work from 6:45 to 11. Wednesday is rest day whilst Thursday will be volunteering. Friday work from 4 to 9. Saturday is another rest day and Sunday is a day once again dedicated to work from 11 to 4. Not to mention that I worked 9:30 to 2 today and will be working 10 to 3 tomorrow? I can't say that I'm happy about it because it leaves me exhausted but I am happy towards the fact that I am earning money - and loosing it because I have debt to pay towards my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot wait for the movie night on Tuesday. It's gonna be really fun and I'm excited. I mean, come on, no one's really gonna watch the movies that are gonna be there. The fun part is that we all get to be there, sitting and just hanging out. Bonding if you'd like to call it - gossip news catching up with people from here and there. I think it's gonna be a fun night. Then again, some people might spoil it. I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there isn't really anything big happening right now. Life is still pretty much the same as it was at the beginning of the year. Except it's winter right now and I am loving it. My prediction is correct! Winter brings good things. This season brings fun and saves everyone from the evil of Year 10. Well, at least to me that's what it seems and I want to keep it that way because well, there's always something to look forward to when winter season arrives - not that I'm saying I hate winter. It's my favorite season of out all four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say really, at least I update correct? Updations once again will come soon. But for now, I must leave. Until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-6860593247558458616?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/6860593247558458616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=6860593247558458616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6860593247558458616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6860593247558458616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2008/07/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-958067102354114079</id><published>2008-06-27T21:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:04:37.239+10:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Never See Your Face Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.iwillbealright.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long time&lt;/span&gt; no update. But don't worry, I am now back from the dead. Truthfully, I don't really know what made me come back here and re write. Maybe it's the fact that I don't have a diary and that I want to keep track of what I really am doing. So here I am, back from the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates, updates, updates. I'm in Year 10 now and the fact that we only have one more week of school left until the two weeks holiday are making me really over the top excited. I really cannot wait for that. Oh gosh, after the holidays... Term 3 is on. Then the holidays, then term 4. That means only one thing. SCHOOL CERTIFICATE. *Deadly scream from the underworld* Excuse my spaz attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time's flying really quickly and I hope it does. Year 10 has been deadly. I know that I will regret saying this next year, but I really can't wait for next year to come. Why? Because this year has been pretty crappy. No, scratch that. It is crappy. I don't hate Year 10 just for the fact that it's crappy, I also dislike it for the fact that every single time the teachers have to constantly remind you, "This is for your school certificate." As if we aren't aware of that! Why don't they just put up a big clock like in Hogwarts counting down the days till the school certificate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear the teachers take so much pleasure knowing that Year 10 students shudder at the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else is new? Nothing really. Everything is pretty much the same. Except for the fact that this year is shitter than last year - yes, I will point that fact out as much as I can although shitter is not a word I still will - and that there are about 60 times more assessment than there were last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So I was exaggerating. But they do have more assessments for us this year than last year. The fact that's really pissing me off is that all the assessments come when the week for the holidays begin. That's when they start piling up - majorly. This isn't excluding the fact that we still have to do work even though it's the last week of term. *Cough* Mr. Goodman *Cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, teacher gossip here. Since we're talking about Mr. Goodman, rumor has it that he is going out with Ms. Shanahan. Anyone wanna confirm that for me? I thought they never liked each other. Or so I was told last year. Or were those different teachers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Blake never forgets to mention his work shifts, I will now tell you all that yes I still work at McDonalds - sadly - and I that I have worked there for over a year. I need to find a new job. But then again, work is like a 5 minute walk away from home... And if I go to another job, I have to either wake up really early to get there and not miss the bus or constantly waste my money on public transport because my dad's at work and he won't be able to drive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I work only on the weekends now. Saturday and Sundays. I'm working tomorrow at 12 to 4 and 10 to 3 on Sunday. I'm not complaining about the pay, it's pretty good. $8 per hour is alright and when I turn 16 next year, I get a pay rise! Yay, finally! I'm also now on the Safety Team which is good. It's pretty crap how they make us write at least 2 or 3 hazard reports every month. I doubt anyone will seriously to that. Although... If I do write them, I can get a badge and pin it up on my hat and get 3 in total. Dilemmas, dilemmas. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I write about? OH! That's right. I got a new phone. It's a danger Hiptop sidekick slide. I had to ask Monica Mason all about it because I've been wanting a sidekick so badly and she told me to go to Bondi Junction. I had work on the same day so I had to wake up at 7 to get ready and stuff. Mom and I arrived there at about 9:30 and we had to wait for 30 more minutes because the shops weren't opening until 10. So we were there waiting... Waiting... Then finally, the shop decided to be nice and opened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking around at the sidekick section and I was debating with my mom with which sidekick I should get. I was originally going to get the one exactly like Monica's but my mom told me that it looked like it could easily break and that it's really really big. That's why I ended up with the slide. I'm not complaining though, I love it. The only fact is, I wanna flip mine too. But I guess you can't have everything the way you want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I love about it is that it has unlimited texting, IM, internet and email. The call is pretty pricey though. 30 cents for 30 seconds - but think about it, it is UNLIMITED texting, IM, internet and email. I guess fair's fair. The good thing about it is that you can have 3 minute emergency free call to one number. So you can call for about a minute, hang up, then call again. And you won't even get charged for it. It's about $30 per month. Of course that excludes the downloading of tones and stuff like that. Wow, I feel as if I'm advertising the phone. NO I'M SORRY. THE PHONE ISN'T FOR SALE. THANK YOU. COME BACK LATER. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well... I guess that's all I have for today. Nothing big happening, nothing new. It's 10:01 - how ironic - and I'm off to get cozy in bed and read a book. If I remember well and good, I shall update tomorrow. Well, that too depends if my mom lets me on the computer. She says that I've been too technologically surrounded. COME ON, I'm a teenage girl built in with love for technology. Of course I can be on the computer 24/7. But I doubt that she will ever let me do that. Although the fact is, when she's gone, I'm ALWAYS on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm off now. Goodnight Australia and goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-958067102354114079?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/958067102354114079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=958067102354114079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/958067102354114079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/958067102354114079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-i-never-see-your-face-again.html' title='If I Never See Your Face Again'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-6221394341136859232</id><published>2008-06-27T21:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:17:34.596+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATIONS TO THE MAXIMUS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everything will come running back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-6221394341136859232?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/6221394341136859232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=6221394341136859232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6221394341136859232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6221394341136859232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2008/06/updations-to-maximus-everything-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-1133987421360645500</id><published>2007-12-02T16:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T16:19:34.805+11:00</updated><title type='text'>AM to PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.everybodygetdown.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow. Long no time update.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to update because&lt;br /&gt;I was scared Lilly&lt;br /&gt;Was going to eat me&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I memorized my&lt;br /&gt;Drama script but&lt;br /&gt;I need to keep reciting it&lt;br /&gt;So that I won't forget it.&lt;br /&gt;At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;Off now.&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-1133987421360645500?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/1133987421360645500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=1133987421360645500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/1133987421360645500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/1133987421360645500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/12/am-to-pm.html' title='AM to PM'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-8566673892848315838</id><published>2007-11-23T21:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:40:06.318+11:00</updated><title type='text'>LILLY PILLY LILLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.ben.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lilly was going to eat me!&lt;br /&gt;Updationessess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;So much things are happening in school.&lt;br /&gt;And I shall keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ULTRASOUND CAME IN!&lt;br /&gt;I'M OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;With Bradley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-8566673892848315838?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/8566673892848315838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=8566673892848315838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8566673892848315838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8566673892848315838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/11/lilly-pilly-lilly.html' title='LILLY PILLY LILLY'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-5270642203179726415</id><published>2007-11-10T13:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T13:11:09.291+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoozah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.summer.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;FREAK OUT.&lt;br /&gt;Tessa's party is canceled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Geeze.&lt;br /&gt;CAKEFACE was right.&lt;br /&gt;Were wasting our time filling out&lt;br /&gt;N/A forms for her. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE WORK TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;From 7 to 11 PM.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing close for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;LKAHRKJFHURIVAHIOSHFIHBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm that cool.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much high today off Idon'treallyknowwhat&lt;br /&gt;But whatever that is I'm high off from today...&lt;br /&gt;It's telling me that in order for me to become un high,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A booger has to come out of Cakeface's nose on to Richard's eyeball!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Albus Dumbledore has to come back from the dead,&lt;br /&gt;Pick the booger off from Richa's face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;VOLDENONOSE...&lt;br /&gt;Has to eat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* G A S P *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-5270642203179726415?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/5270642203179726415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=5270642203179726415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5270642203179726415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5270642203179726415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/11/whoozah.html' title='Whoozah'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-8434556454509801152</id><published>2007-11-04T19:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:39:45.574+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Achoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.goals.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I do what I do.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like me,&lt;br /&gt;Well then...&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like putting things like that.&lt;br /&gt;They're a lot easier to remember - don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;Of course you do.&lt;br /&gt;Don't even bother answering that.&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like that!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Anyways, I'm quite proud to say that -&lt;br /&gt;I finished mostly all of my assessment tasks.&lt;br /&gt;I just need about... 2 more to do.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song am I doing for English?&lt;br /&gt;That's for me to keep and for you to know.&lt;br /&gt;Yes of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my English assessment task.&lt;br /&gt;And my History one too.&lt;br /&gt;That also goes for my Music one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to complete my Drama one.&lt;br /&gt;About 1 more minute of monologue.&lt;br /&gt;And the computer studies one.&lt;br /&gt;The one I don't even understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways!&lt;br /&gt;I'm off now.&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-8434556454509801152?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/8434556454509801152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=8434556454509801152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8434556454509801152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8434556454509801152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/11/achoo.html' title='Achoo'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-7680671775676236409</id><published>2007-11-01T18:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:04:19.903+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Task 9439572934579279521972948795</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.pudgy.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow. There are so many things to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to do now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes. I do.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many assessments though...&lt;br /&gt;It's like, BAHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's English.&lt;br /&gt;The one that will mark us what class we're going to next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then History.&lt;br /&gt;Which also is a big thing and I have to do good in it&lt;br /&gt;Since I want to be in the top class again.&lt;br /&gt;Although it will be marked from our Geography tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama.&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with that.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to make a script for 3-4 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music.&lt;br /&gt;ANDREAS! Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;I swear to the God of cheese,&lt;br /&gt;He needs to do more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I have a bad feeling I'll fail this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go do my ENGLISH stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kisses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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9439572934579279521972948795'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-7608396775551936386</id><published>2007-10-18T22:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:04:05.788+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mika</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.woah.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I honestly don't know why I'm blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;This must definitely be the effect of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I see that I must eat Carrot Cake.&lt;br /&gt;NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm burning Andreas some CDs.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;And it's awesome,&lt;br /&gt;Because he can listen&lt;br /&gt;To what I listen.&lt;br /&gt;Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now isn't that just great?&lt;br /&gt;I shall fill his head with musical macey stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Some more things to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;98% completed.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta re-do it in order so that it's all neat and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Also just write on the front cover so he knows what is what.&lt;br /&gt;Correct?&lt;br /&gt;Correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I shall go and do them.&lt;br /&gt;It's 10 and I still have school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-7608396775551936386?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/7608396775551936386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=7608396775551936386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/7608396775551936386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/7608396775551936386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/10/mika.html' title='Mika'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-7147385846411675664</id><published>2007-10-18T20:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T20:35:16.318+10:00</updated><title type='text'>40</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.big.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY! Yeah that's right people. It's my mom's birthday. She's 40. She's olddddd! Ahahahaha. XD! I know, but hey, I was nice okay? I bought her carrot cake. She like, loves them. *Shrugs* I wanted to lemington cake. It was tempting but I fought it off - whoo for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today is pretty hectic and I'm so excited because it's Friday tomorrow and I'm just excited and I'm happy because the first week of school is almost over but I'm happy to go to school! I ACTUALLY AM STARTING TO LOVE SCHOOL NOW! Oh my Gosh. I know. I'm crazy but yet, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my throat is dry after about 5 hours of non stop singing but it's paying me off! I know what to do for Music Concert Day now. Phwee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go now and have a taste of those carrot cake. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-7147385846411675664?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/7147385846411675664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=7147385846411675664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.whee.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lbS36M86YPY/Rw-Jo2gq6mI/AAAAAAAAABk/_LAPQWgbdKs/s1600-h/Blake+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lbS36M86YPY/Rw-Jo2gq6mI/AAAAAAAAABk/_LAPQWgbdKs/s320/Blake+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120462636263860834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lbS36M86YPY/Rw-JW2gq6lI/AAAAAAAAABc/IZPWGiXuZ38/s1600-h/Blake+mini+blend.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lbS36M86YPY/Rw-JW2gq6lI/AAAAAAAAABc/IZPWGiXuZ38/s320/Blake+mini+blend.png" alt="" 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href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/3179751272572553803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=3179751272572553803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3179751272572553803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3179751272572553803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/10/cakeface.html' title='CAKEFACE'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lbS36M86YPY/Rw-Jo2gq6mI/AAAAAAAAABk/_LAPQWgbdKs/s72-c/Blake+signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-6717986954630712570</id><published>2007-10-12T10:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:25:35.581+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.poem.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to pushing on the splintered walls of the world, trying to break free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to 4am phone calls and tears that can't be wiped away by tissues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the hero dying in the end, because he couldn't overcome evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to every oxymoron in the book, and to the unspoken ones; to the people that are oxymorons themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to red wine and cigarettes on the bathroom floor, to the dog that died after thirteen years of being your best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to valued phone numbers that got lost in the washer, torn into a million little pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to sneaking out of the window in your room, careful not to hit the area around the floodlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is for two-star hotels and nervous skin brushing together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is for unwanted help, and most needed attention;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to the girls that put up away messages in hopes he'll understand, when really, he doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to not only the guys being heartbreakers, but the girls as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the victims and victimizers; to the people that couldn't help it when they bled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those that were emo before emo hit the scene- to the posers, to the non-posers, to the bleeders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those that try their hardest to play piano, but their fingers aren't long enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the girls and guys that had their virginity stolen; who were raped and beaten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those that had their hearts ripped from their sleeves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those that haven't been honored yet; to those that deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to believing every lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to being sick to my stomach just thinking about him loving someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the pain i hold in every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the escape i thought i found in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those who live with a heart that has long since been broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those who live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to all the what ifs and to the wishes thatll never come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to all the words you never said and to the ones we choke on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to holding your breath in that one perfect moment and being terrified that youll blink and itll all be gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to when it is all gone and you feel like you have nothing left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to realizing that it wasnt your fault. and that theyre never. coming. back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those who never got to say goodbye after saying something harsh before they left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to everything you thought once meant something and never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those who feel better aching than empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to what didn't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the tomorrows that are just another thing to get through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to how i wish i'd never come that close to loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to realizing that you are your own (and everyone else's) worst enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those who are dying to be alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to knowing a relationship may or may not work out, but taking the leap anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the chaos within you that gives birth to a dancing star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to sticking your finger down your throat, in hopes that they'll accept you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to every tear you've wasted on people who never cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to sitting and waiting for your phone to ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to being ignored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to him knowing he's ignoring you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to trying to being imperfectly perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to finding him, and holding on tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the notes on your wall that you write to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the girl behind that smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the boy that nevers gets the girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those movies and magazines, the ones that make girls stop eatting, stop breathing..., stop caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to wanting to speak the most honest words you've ever spoken in your life, not knowing whether they should bring you closer to living or dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is for all of us who cry with dry eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is for those who fall in love in their dreams, and wake up only to wish to be sleeping again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to world peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to not knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to not wanting to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to losing a pregnancy you didn't want in the first place. And dying inside over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to true love never ignited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to prose and poetry and those with tender hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those who'll never get it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;those who wonder where love starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to that one person who think you're kindest, sweetest, smartest, and most beautiful person ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to that one person who thinks you mean everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to losing that one person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to loving him, but having to say no to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to hearing about his f*** buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to having him in your arms again, but knowing it won't last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to drunken make outs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those nights where you just can't sleep because every word they said to you replays, over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those days when you just stay at home, because your heart is too weak to take in laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those morning wake up calls he used to give you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and the "sweet dreams" text messages before you fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to piggy back rides and cigerette smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and those nights on the sidewalk where the two of you, were the two of you again...after so many years of changing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to him telling you secrets that no one is supposed to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the girl that puts on his jacket when she's cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and this is to the guy that catches her smelling in his scent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to being his head rest and his hand to hold when he is drunk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and to being just another how's it going when he's sober.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to letting go just as he starts to hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the boy who says, "no, I don't want to leave you out" and the way you find more meaning in it than there is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to all the friends in the spotlight and especially the one girl who isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to beautiful boys who are just beautiful friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to your hands on the violin or cello or guitar or pen, and how beautiful they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the kid sitting in the corner away from the crowd because he doesn't "fit in"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is for that same kid that created the crowd in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the ones that sit at home, lonely, hoping to find someone just like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the people who constantly want to bring you down because you were successful and they couldn't come close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the boys that turned our hearts to glass just to shatter them and use the pieces to cut the wounds a little deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to all the times I wish I had said no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to all the times I knew what he was doing. And I ignored it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to girls who let their friends walk all over them and cry themselves to sleep at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to being his passenger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to that tingly butterfly feeling you get when they're around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the night when feelings changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the broken mirror and the blood on your fist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the very.first.kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to eye contact, avoiding it, keeping it, trying to hide it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to feeling emotionless, and watching yourself bleed to know you still feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the girl that never gives up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the boy that lets her give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the parents that are so naive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the virgins, the ones that are saving themselves for the right one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the whores, who feel so alone they'd do anything to have someone for one.night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the swingers, the players, the lovers and haters. for watching eachothers hearts break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is for the average girl, who listens to her skinny friends complain about being fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is for the scrawny boy, when he took his first steriod..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the little girls who look up to their older sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the older sisters, who look up even more to their little sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is for teaching yourself how to care, when it's the last thing you want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the ones who still care, reciting promises of forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to bruises on your elbows from a concert you wished had never ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to being pushed up against a barrier and sweated on by an idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to hugging that bassist that made your heart beat faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the fish that killed off all the others in the tank and now just wont die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to new conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to being so in love that it f***ing scares you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the words never spoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the fragile ones and the ones that never let them bruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those who attempts perfect, but know they'll never achieve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those who dwell on the past - who forget to live in the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those who fight for the weak and hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those who never give up on their dreams - no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the girls who pretend to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supergirl&lt;/span&gt;, just to hide their pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the boys that made them hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp; this is to the mothers who protect their children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is for the children who cry themselves to sleep at night, wishing that their parent's loved them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those who died because their parents beat them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to those who survived and have become stronger, better people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to the people that dont even have enough time to read this, and expect you to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-6717986954630712570?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/6717986954630712570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=6717986954630712570' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6717986954630712570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6717986954630712570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is.html' title='This Is'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-5538954206303902874</id><published>2007-10-09T16:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T16:29:30.556+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Who Sold The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.thatsme.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;adsflkasdlkjasdf;&lt;br /&gt;adsflkasdflkjadslknflkanfdslnlkawrbgiafglknrgnrewgk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-5538954206303902874?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/5538954206303902874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=5538954206303902874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.onthissideoftown.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time for a blogger update!&lt;br /&gt;How's everybody doing?&lt;br /&gt;Doing good for their holidays?&lt;br /&gt;Good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;=_=&lt;br /&gt;Greattttt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-3814926889687343676?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/3814926889687343676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=3814926889687343676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3814926889687343676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3814926889687343676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-it-rains.html' title='When It Rains'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-2846953479144790548</id><published>2007-10-03T17:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T17:23:57.764+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunsets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.hi.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;How's everyone going?&lt;br /&gt;Anything new with lives?&lt;br /&gt;Here and there?&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening Australia. This is Macey Carino reporting.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABC news&lt;/span&gt;, we have some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; interesting news.&lt;br /&gt;Spotted on track, 4 girls and 6-5 guys are heading towards Eastgardens&lt;br /&gt;At 7 PM to watch Hairspray.&lt;br /&gt;While earlier today, the same people were spotted at Maroubra Beach&lt;br /&gt;With girls tripping over their feet and the guys getting thrown off by the waves.&lt;br /&gt;As for the riff, it kept dragging them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature was slowly climbing. With 35° Celsius at 5:22 PM.&lt;br /&gt;It is reported that the weather temperature will start climbing higher&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today's news. To know more, please log in to:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.supergirl8181.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-2846953479144790548?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/2846953479144790548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=2846953479144790548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2846953479144790548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2846953479144790548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/10/sunsets.html' title='Sunsets'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-4889890249578305201</id><published>2007-10-01T21:49:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:54:31.632+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Clutching My Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.win.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good evening.&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone doing?&lt;br /&gt;Good I hope.&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from work.&lt;br /&gt;8 hours of Maccas fun.&lt;br /&gt;I was being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to Andreas and James.&lt;br /&gt;About somethings.&lt;br /&gt;It's making me feel really open.&lt;br /&gt;It scares me.&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel bare.&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Macey, nothing is gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;But you feel like there is.&lt;br /&gt;Hello insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;This is your 100th visit for today.&lt;br /&gt;What's new?&lt;br /&gt;To make me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;You think too much.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-4889890249578305201?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/4889890249578305201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=4889890249578305201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/4889890249578305201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/4889890249578305201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/10/clutching-my-breathe.html' title='Clutching My Breathe'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-772652521911435826</id><published>2007-10-01T21:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:09:42.763+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.listen.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FDnNm_CjaoA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FDnNm_CjaoA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desperate for changing &lt;br /&gt;Starving for truth &lt;br /&gt;I'm closer to where I started &lt;br /&gt;Chasing after you &lt;br /&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you &lt;br /&gt;Letting go of all I've held onto &lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move &lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting all I'm lacking &lt;br /&gt;Completely incomplete &lt;br /&gt;I'll take your invitation &lt;br /&gt;You take all of me now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you &lt;br /&gt;Letting go of all I've held onto &lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move &lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you &lt;br /&gt;I'm living for the only thing I know &lt;br /&gt;I'm running and not quite sure where to go &lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what I'm diving into &lt;br /&gt;Just hanging by a moment here with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to lose &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to find &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in the world &lt;br /&gt;That can change my mind &lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else &lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else &lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate for changing &lt;br /&gt;Starving for truth &lt;br /&gt;I'm closer to where I started &lt;br /&gt;Chasing after you.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you &lt;br /&gt;Letting go of all I've held onto &lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move &lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you &lt;br /&gt;I'm living for the only thing I know &lt;br /&gt;I'm running and not quite sure where to go &lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what I'm diving into &lt;br /&gt;Just hanging by a moment here with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging by a moment (here with you) &lt;br /&gt;Hanging by a moment (here with you) &lt;br /&gt;Hanging by a moment here with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It explains all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-772652521911435826?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/772652521911435826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=772652521911435826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/772652521911435826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/772652521911435826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/10/lifehouse.html' title='Lifehouse'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-2681535274546483431</id><published>2007-09-29T19:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T20:02:33.586+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.stay.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mat's leaving tomorrow for Queensland.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss him like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;He's my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone think that I didn't take it seriously?&lt;br /&gt;God! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not dead so STOP ACTING LIKE HE IS.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Is that so hard to understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not being thick or insensitive...&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is that, he will still be around!&lt;br /&gt;You just won't be able to see him.&lt;br /&gt;But he'll visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think he wants to leave seeing us really sad?&lt;br /&gt;And depressed?&lt;br /&gt;When it's already hard for him?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you rather let him leave seeing us happy?&lt;br /&gt;And us cooping up with everything?&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'd like the 2nd option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party at Jess's was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the last 15 minutes when everyone was like,&lt;br /&gt;Bawling their eyes out. =[[&lt;br /&gt;Me no likey that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span 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title='Be Everything'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-8059900790387295716</id><published>2007-09-24T17:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T17:18:37.873+10:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Velvet Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.pleasemaketherainfall.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so happy.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda retarded.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is September 24.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;She's finally 15!&lt;br /&gt;Whoop whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also our (Bradley and me) 4th month anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;He got me a rose and a box of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Red roses. &lt;3;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I didn't give him anything.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I owe him hugs and kisses tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him.&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's so big.&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes I'm afraid it'll explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that won't happen...&lt;br /&gt;Since I will never let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;Although sometimes, I want it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;But let's not talk about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my life story for today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy so I guess I really do have to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*licks your hand*&lt;br /&gt;Sexy?&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;You know you love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-8059900790387295716?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/8059900790387295716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=8059900790387295716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8059900790387295716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8059900790387295716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-velvet-sky.html' title='In The Velvet Sky'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-6990432011246536720</id><published>2007-09-20T21:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:01:26.598+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Madly Deeply</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.untiltheskyfallsdownonme.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are some awesome things happening tomorrow and I like them to happen. =]]&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite excited for tomorrow for some weird reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I have butterflies in my stomach for things I cannot explain.&lt;br /&gt;And yet I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished work so I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;But listening to music unwinds me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;What's gonna happen?&lt;br /&gt;You just have to wait, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Something good will definitely happen.&lt;br /&gt;Not to me but to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;That's for sure. =]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;That is my grand master plan.&lt;br /&gt;For that person who it will happen to, you better be happy!&lt;br /&gt;It took a while for it to hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go now.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Deeply'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-2694637365523093066</id><published>2007-09-18T20:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:55:47.135+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Pretend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.wedontfightfair.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am tired. I just came back from work and I'm just here chilling listening to music... Tomorrow is the last day for my student teacher so were hosting a party for her. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what's up with your lives? I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY. I feel like... You know how your heart thumps really hard and you feel like you can jump off and you have that feeling of falling. Butterflies to sum it up. I have that. I love it. =]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... You know who causes that. &lt;3;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-2694637365523093066?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/2694637365523093066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=2694637365523093066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2694637365523093066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2694637365523093066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-pretend.html' title='Don&apos;t Pretend'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-869707993859860654</id><published>2007-09-15T19:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T19:53:32.444+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum dum dum dum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.davincicode.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, time for my first re-update using my turtle paced PC. Why? Because I thought it'd be cool (*cough*Give me cool points for this CAKE! *cough*) that I'd use my super slow computer again... You know, just so that it won't feel all sad and alone now that my laptop came and -- okay, okay. The truth is, my dad took over the laptop so I'm forced to use the PC but hey, now I have more reasons to stay on it if they ever decide to kick me out of it. Which will happen in about... 5-10 minutes. Depends on what time my mom wakes up. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYway, I finished reading the Da Vinci Code (YES!) and to be honest... I really liked it. I'm looking forward to see if Tessa can lend me Angels and Demons. Oh, and also, I went shopping today and *drum roll* I wore shorts. SHORTS. Yes people, s-h-o-r-t-s. Shorts to go shopping... It was quite surprising for me too. Like, I'm not the kind of girl that would wear shorts or skirts to go out because I would usually rely on pants (If you know me, you'd understand what I mean) but today was like a... Weird effect day. So here I am, wearing a skirt typing this up. Quite scary if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm... Come to think of it, maybe Bob Dylan's right. Times are changing. I was looking at the mirror today and I looked really different from a year ago. Yeah yeah, I know, it took me a while to see that but really. You know, you don't really notice it until you pay real close attention. Like,  I realize that I'm not what I use to be when I was nine and I was boob-less and like, I could wear skirts and feel comfortable doing cartwheels. Now I'm just... Really... Lazy, and all that. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how like, sometimes people promise that they won't change and that they would still be hanging around with the same people in 50 years time. Little promises you made when you were 6 or 7. It just hit me that it really is untrue. Take for example, I thought I would hang out with Vivian and Farah till Year 12, but I was wrong. Then Jelena came and we made promises that we would do this and do that and all but yet again, I was wrong. Now I'm hanging out with Tessa and Lillian and Kat and Emily and the others but the thing is, I don't want to promise anything because I don't want this friendship falling like it did with the other two. I really like the people I'm hanging out with now and I don't want to find myself hanging out with a different group of people when Term 4 starts or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... *Sigh* It's kinda annoying how reality kind of catches up to you and the weirdest moments. Eugh. So I guess this is what my post is about... Reality catching up and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the effect from DOWN tablets my dealer; Lilly gives me. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;XD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-869707993859860654?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/869707993859860654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=869707993859860654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/869707993859860654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/869707993859860654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/09/dum-dum-dum-dum.html' title='Dum dum dum dum'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-3852564390672947962</id><published>2007-09-10T20:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:48:32.207+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Balloons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.babysblackballoon.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to thank Blake for his comment on my last post. It made me smile. =]]&lt;br /&gt;I haven't smiled in a while so it's quite a big thing.&lt;br /&gt;It's mostly been complains and sighs and bitching.&lt;br /&gt;Not healthy hey?&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG NEWS BUTCHES! I'm now a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vegetarian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And no, Tessa didn't do anything&lt;br /&gt;To turn me into a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO! I told Bradley and he goes,&lt;br /&gt;"GET OUT OF HERE!"&lt;br /&gt;... Hey! That was quite rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;.&lt; Rude boy.&lt;br /&gt;Arggggggg. *Bites*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*But licks your hand* ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEY RON! I'M RIDING A FURRY TRACTOR!"&lt;br /&gt;Go Anchorman! XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-3852564390672947962?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/3852564390672947962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=3852564390672947962' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3852564390672947962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3852564390672947962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/09/black-balloons.html' title='Black Balloons'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-3628928939752768123</id><published>2007-09-08T11:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T11:52:23.682+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.candymountain.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So... I am awake.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to My Sacrifice by Creed.&lt;br /&gt;I came back from Tessa's sleepover yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed up until 4.&lt;br /&gt;I am out of my head right now so I will post somethings.&lt;br /&gt;That not a lot of people know.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe some do know. But anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I haven't really been talking...&lt;br /&gt;To Bradley lately.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* I know, Bradley...&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;But really, I have to get this one O-U-T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY do feel like I haven't been.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to him lately that is.&lt;br /&gt;Like... Every weekdays,&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy because,&lt;br /&gt;I see him.&lt;br /&gt;I get to hug him.&lt;br /&gt;But when the weekends come,&lt;br /&gt;I notice I'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's fun.&lt;br /&gt;I want to call him.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... Not can't.&lt;br /&gt;Won't.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because he's maybe off golfing.&lt;br /&gt;Or doing other things.&lt;br /&gt;... Maybe not home? Eh?&lt;br /&gt;Really!&lt;br /&gt;He's that busy!&lt;br /&gt;He does do them!&lt;br /&gt;... Or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I making excuses?&lt;br /&gt;No. Not excuses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Yes excuses.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaaaaarrrrrlllliiiiiiieeeee.&lt;br /&gt;... No Macey.&lt;br /&gt;I'm side tracking.&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;br /&gt;I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;I say too much.&lt;br /&gt;I say things without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;My mouth has control over me.&lt;br /&gt;... Which is really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;oO;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-3628928939752768123?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/3628928939752768123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=3628928939752768123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3628928939752768123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3628928939752768123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/09/charlie.html' title='Charlie'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-8572369681625877061</id><published>2007-09-04T20:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:11:16.460+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.thecourageofadreamer.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have an update tonight! =o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I completed my English speech last night and I think I'm presenting it tomorrow because there weren't enough time for everyone in the English class to present their presentation. I mean, I'm not complaining. I'm actually quite thankful. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now done with my History assessment task. 2/5 assessment tasks done and over with. 3 more to go! Whoop whoop! I'm determined to finish my Computer Studies one tomorrow. I'm determined... I'm determined... I'm determin-- Oh crap. I have work tomorrow starting from 4 to 8:30. Argh. Dude, trust me, this goes to BLAKE actually... You will be so put off with school because of work. And it's quite tiring. Well, work at Maccas is quite tiring maybe because I go running around and... All that. But anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done done done DONE with History assessment task! *Dances* Dude. I'M DONE. I'm OVER it. DONE. Viola! All I have to do is get a bunch of books that have Federation in them and say that I "used" them for references. When I really did just use the internet BUT YOU DON'T KNOW THAT nor did you hear it from THIS BLOG. Sssshhhh! Okay? Okay. =]] We'll get along just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm. I'm tired. New day tomorrow - sports. Eugh. But anyways, I better go off now. PAW (Parents Are Watching) and they're giving me dirties. Whoops. 'Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3; Bradley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-8572369681625877061?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/8572369681625877061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=8572369681625877061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8572369681625877061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8572369681625877061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/09/human-heart.html' title='Human Heart'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-2640129356372624513</id><published>2007-09-01T08:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:07:41.246+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Gum Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.chewchew.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dude. Where are all the updates?! I know, I know. Life's been pretty hectic right now... I have 5 assessments due. Drama, Music, English, Computer Studies, and History (=_=) some of those subjects are with the kind of teachers that make you scream your head off... But anyways, looking at the brighter side of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go shopping today with Tessa, Lillian, Emily, and Kat for our drama costumes. I know, Emily isn't in our drama class so why is she going? Why?! Because she wants to and we want her to come. So bleeehhh!  XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Updates, updates. READ ALL YOU WANT! Ms. Emily White is now going out with Mr. Mat Joyce while Ms. Lillian Radulova is now going out with the Prince Charming aka Mr. Jes Laverack. Oh my God! I know! LOL. It's pretty cool. OH! And Ms. Tessa Sparks is still going out with Mr. James Turner. *Sigh* It's one big happy family. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^; I'm still going out with Bradley. &lt;3; Bwahahahaha. Okay, I'm seriously trying to get off the acid but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... How's your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-2640129356372624513?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/2640129356372624513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=2640129356372624513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2640129356372624513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2640129356372624513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/09/gum-bear.html' title='Gum Bear'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-1321400277604283019</id><published>2007-08-18T22:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T22:32:56.431+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Centimeters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.donthavetotry.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check this out. What a conversation this is I'm having... I'm online right now talking to Blake and Chris in one convo and guess what were talking about? PENISES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know... I know... It's cool. Isn't it? Yer man. ^_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LIFE STORY OF LOBSTER GIRL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard gave me that nickname. I'm LOBSTERgirl AND SUPERgirl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm the oomp daddy, the homie, the piplup pokemon, the hamster, the Maxine Bitch, and the flirlava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have more nicknames for me like the ones that are bolded, then write it here!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-1321400277604283019?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/1321400277604283019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=1321400277604283019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/1321400277604283019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/1321400277604283019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/08/centimeters.html' title='Centimeters'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-4583367174100408408</id><published>2007-08-18T13:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:43:18.103+10:00</updated><title type='text'>boom BOOM boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.letsgobacktomyroom.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What did you do before you slept last night?  -- go online.&lt;br /&gt;What did you eat for breakfast?  -- bread.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last TV show you watched last night?  -- nothing.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you wore last night before you wore your PJ's?  -- maccas uniform. shuddup.&lt;br /&gt;What did you eat for dinner? -- spaghetti and strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;What did you do before you went home last night?  -- go to work.&lt;br /&gt;What are you eating right now?  -- nothing.&lt;br /&gt;What are you drinking right now?  -- grape juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you called?  -- jelena.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you said, "I LOVE YOU" too? -- richard and blake, don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you hugged? -- bradley.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you kissed? -- bradley.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to? -- mom.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you were with? -- parents.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you would tell your secrets to? -- alison.&lt;br /&gt;Who is the person that knows you very well? -- jelena.&lt;br /&gt;Who is the person you care for/love right now? -- bradley. &lt;3;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are you going to graduate school?  --2010&lt;br /&gt;When are you going to bed tonight? -- oO; pedo much.&lt;br /&gt;When are you going out of your house? -- wouldn't you want to know? ^_-&lt;br /&gt;When are you going to eat dinner? -- tonight.&lt;br /&gt;When are you going to go to the movies? -- how the heck should i know?&lt;br /&gt;When are you going shopping? -- i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you hung out with your friends? -- yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you listening to music? -- listening to it right now.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you said "I LOVE YOU" to someone? -- i don't know?&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time someone said that to you? -- thursday or friday.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you hugged someone? -- yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you danced? -- today.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you took a shower? -- yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-4583367174100408408?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/4583367174100408408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=4583367174100408408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/4583367174100408408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/4583367174100408408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/08/boom-boom-boom.html' title='boom BOOM boom'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-532376833129733108</id><published>2007-08-14T07:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T07:59:52.308+10:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRL language! LIKE  ;;    W O O O O A H !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                     If i dont call you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Its because im waiting for you to call me ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i walk away from you mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Follow me ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i stare at your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Kiss me ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i push you or hit you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Grab me and dont let go ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i start cussing at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Kiss me and tell me you love me ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When im quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Ask me whats wrong ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i ignore you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Give me your attention ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i pull away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Pull me back ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you see me at my worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Tell me im beautiful ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you see me start crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Hold me and tell me everything will be alright ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you see me walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Sneak up and hug my waist from behind ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When im scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Protect me ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i lay my head on your shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Tilt my head up and kiss me ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i grab at your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Hold mine and play with my fingers ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i tease you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Tease me back and make me laugh ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i dont answer for a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ reassure me that everything is okay ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i look at you with doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ Back yourself up ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When i say that i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ I really do more than you could understand ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i bump into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ bump into me back and make me laugh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i tell you a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ keep it safe and untold]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i look at you in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ dont look away until i do]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ im hurting inside ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you break my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ the pain never really goes away ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i say its over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ i still want you to be mine ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i end the relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ take me back and tell me you love me like no other ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-532376833129733108?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/532376833129733108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=532376833129733108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/532376833129733108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/532376833129733108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/08/girl-language-like-w-o-o-o-o-h.html' title='GIRL language! LIKE  ;;    W O O O O A H !'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-6929025951971838411</id><published>2007-08-14T07:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T07:55:50.405+10:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                     WHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person that msged you? N/A&lt;br /&gt;Who do you like? BRADLEY! &lt;3;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; your secrets? No one other than me.&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you smile? Well... Bradley will have to go number one on that. And then my friends, family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate? Bread&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing on the weekend? Um... I don't know. Maybe exercise? Haven't done that for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;What cant you live with out? Bradley (Sadly this is true) + Friends + Parents + Food + Laptop + Internet+ Etc.&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite number? 2&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite sport? Swimming&lt;br /&gt;What month were you born in? April&lt;br /&gt;What was the last CD you played? Don't really use that much CD, but if you're asking, ABBA.&lt;br /&gt;What size is your bed? Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you kissed someone? Um... A week ago? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were angry at someone? Two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a shower? Today this morning. Cold.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you went on a holiday? Jesus! 5 weeks ago? It's been so long for me!&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you went to the movies? Woah. Um... I don't actually remember.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you told someone that you love them?  Well since I'm doing this at 8 AM, today.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; cried? Thursday and Friday of school (&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;When did you last pay someone out? What a matata?&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cleaned your room? Just this morning. Can't keep it all messy. I go psycho.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw your ‘ex’? Every single day. But... Friday to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been today? Um... I'm heading to school. =]]&lt;br /&gt;Where will you be in 10 years time? Greece for sure or just traveling around the world. Chillin'!&lt;br /&gt;Where were you born? You mean, HOW was I born? ^_- Jokes! Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;Where is your mum?  At work. Pfft. With shit loads of little kids.&lt;br /&gt;Where is your dad? At work. Pfft. With golf clubs hitting your balls off.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to be? Where... Um... Back in bed but school is another thing I look forward to (Don't ask)&lt;br /&gt;Where do you sleep? On my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Where is your house? Maroubra Junction.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you keep your money? Wallet and bank account - Like any other normal person would do.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you feel safe? Well, at home and if you're asking with who, I'd say my parents and then say Bradley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you make a cup of tea? Hot water, tea, 3 teaspoonful of sugar, and stir!&lt;br /&gt;How fast can you run 100m? I don't know. I've never timed myself.&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go to your #1: Number one what? Can you be MORE specific?&lt;br /&gt;How much alcohol have you drunk in your life? I'm totally against alcohol. Unless they're social drinking.&lt;br /&gt;How come you got a Myspace? Pfft. I got them before anyone else did I knew got them.&lt;br /&gt;How do you laugh? High pitched, girly laugh. At least that's what people said. oO;&lt;br /&gt;How do you spell your middle name? *Sus look* I don't just REVEAL my middle name.&lt;br /&gt;How do you answer a phone? With a normal hello - duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - Credit to Geena and Thomas boy - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-6929025951971838411?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/6929025951971838411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=6929025951971838411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6929025951971838411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6929025951971838411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/08/quiz.html' title='QUIZ!'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-3674349567693757052</id><published>2007-08-13T17:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:55:42.341+10:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MONTHS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                     ♣ JANUARY =SHYNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fun to be with. Loves to try new things. Boy/girls LOVE you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are very hott. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Emotional temperamental and unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;spazzy at times.Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and forms impressions carefully. Caring and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in studying. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but takes long to recover. Repost this in the next 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mins and your reputation will boost someway in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the next 12 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♣ FEBRUARY = LOVEABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Intelligent and clever. Changing personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Attractive. sexiest out of everyone.A real speed demon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Has more than one best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Temperamental. loud,crazy,and outgoing.. Honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gets angry really easily but does not show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Repost this in 5 mins and you will talk to someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new and realize that you are a perfect match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♣ MARCH = STRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You a strait up "G" NOT one to mess with. Attractive personality.Very! sexy.Affectionate &amp; Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic.Chatterbox! Loves to talk alot! Loves to get their way! . Unbelievable kisser! Easily angered. Very stubborn in the most ways possible! Loves to get noticed! Willing to take risks for others. Makes good choices. Has a great fashion sense! Maybe a little too popular with others * wink wink*. Outgoing and crazy at times! Intelligent. Can sometimes be a heartbreaker! Can love as much as possible! Hates insults. Loves compliments! A very big flirt! Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. The best in bed out of ANY of these months!! Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others.If you repost this in the next 5 mins, you will meet your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new love in 8 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♣ APRIL = SWEETIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;APRIL means that your really good looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;being at home. Restless. having many children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hardworking. High spirited. If you repost this in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;next 5 minutes, you will become close to someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you do not speak to much in the next 4 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♣ MAY = SEXY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;work well with others. Very confident. An awesome kisser. Sensitive. A very good girlfriend/boyfriend. Amazing Smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;others. Understanding. Fun to be around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Suductive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;traveling. Super sexy. Extremley hot but has brains. If you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;repost this in 5 mins, a cutie that's caught your eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will introduce themselves and you will realize that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you are very much alike in the next 2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♣ JUNE = PIMP/PIMPETTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to takes things at the center. Inner and physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fearless. Always making friends. Very easily hurt but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Understanding. Fun to be around. "Nympho-and an awesome lover too"....makes u happy so that makes them happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;travelling. Systematic. Hot but has brains. If you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;repost this in 5 mins, a cutie that's caught your eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will introduce themselves and you will realize that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you are very much alike in the next 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♣ JULY =HOTTIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your inner and outer beauty and independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;easily and very social in a group. Fearless and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crowd. Essentially very smart. If you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;begin a relationship with someone from this month,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hold on to them because their one of a kind. repost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in 5 mins &amp;amp; you will excel in a major event coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;up sometime this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♣ AUGUST = RANDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You've got the best personality and are an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and more than likely have a very attractive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;partner, a wicked hottie. Like somebody with an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;August birthday. It is also more than likely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that you have a massive record collection. When it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;comes to films, you know how to pick them and may one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you've got the looks for it!!! IN the next 6 days you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will meet someone that may possibly become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one of your closest friends, if you repost this in 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♣ SEPTEMBER = LOVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;many friends. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;understand. if you do not repost this in the next 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mins. someone very close to you will become mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at you in the next 8 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♣ OCTOBER = FLIRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. no self control. kind hearted. self confident. loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. easy to get along with and talk to. has an "every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thing's peachy" attitude. likes talking and singing. loves music. daydreamer. easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. loves to be loved. hates studying. in need of "that someone". longs for freedom. rebellious when withheld or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;restricted. lives by "no pain no gain" caring. always a suspect. playful. mysterious. "charming" or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious. independent. strong willed. a fighter. a wonderful kisser. the perfect bf/gf. extremely loveable. sexy as hell. repost in 5mins and you will meet the love of your life sometime next month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♣ NOVEMBER = GORGEOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in everything. Active in games and interactions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;delay. Choosy and always wants the best. repost this in 5 mins &amp;amp; you will find true love at 11:00 a.m. ,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♣ DECEMBER = ATTITUDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to take things at the center. Great in bed. Inner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and physical beauty. Doesn't pretend. Gets angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;often. A meaningful love life partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Treats friends importantly. Brave and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fearless. Always making friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is all about love and fairness. Easily hurt but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recovers easily. Daydreamer. Horny...does fullfill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Knows what to do to have fun. Unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-3674349567693757052?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/3674349567693757052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=3674349567693757052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3674349567693757052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3674349567693757052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/08/months.html' title='THE MONTHS!'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-3690843339012674936</id><published>2007-08-12T18:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:03:06.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Believe It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.keepitinside.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm getting better. I know, the horror. Kidding, kidding. I was searching and I ended up in Lilly's and Tess's piczo site (Not that Lilly was advertising them in her MSN PM anyways. No! Not at all!) and guess what? They have photos of Richard - the new hired stripper! Haha! Really, you should go check that site out. It's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm doing my history homework (The Quarantine Station -- Grrr. History. Grrr.) and yeah, I just wanted to update and say that I'm still alive and healing! AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-3690843339012674936?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/3690843339012674936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=3690843339012674936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3690843339012674936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3690843339012674936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-believe-it.html' title='I Don&apos;t Believe It'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-6229425375111236843</id><published>2007-08-11T13:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:10:49.318+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick x2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.coughcough.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'M SICK! =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With bronchitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's better than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you just gotta read the post below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuddup, you luff it. *Winks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-6229425375111236843?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/6229425375111236843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=6229425375111236843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6229425375111236843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6229425375111236843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/08/sick-x2.html' title='Sick x2'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-8757831662549041190</id><published>2007-08-11T11:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:32:54.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERdrama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.thesuperbreakdown.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, there was seriously some strong drama that happened in school for the past two days. And well, I guess it's time to tell the world what really happened and not let the whole entire people that got affected confused. First of all, I want to apologize to everyone for being so... Sensitive and all. I mean, to be honest, I didn't know that I had sensitivity in me. So it quite surprised me too. And I also want to apologize for being such a drama queen for the past two days. It's just that... I had a breakdown in school and it scared me too because I didn't think that it would happen to me but... It did. Wow, karma does hit back. Harder than you hit it... First of all, y'all have to know that there are somethings that I can't mention so they will just be blanked. They're personal and the whole world doesn't have to know about it because that's telling other people's personal lives and secrets and... I don't want that. So with that being cleared, I shall tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some points in everyone's lives, they've been fed with lies, rumors, and all that. You guys know it. But when those things hit YOUR breaking point... You just have a breakdown and you do things you never knew you were capable of doing. Well, that's what happened to me. For the whole two months I've been going out with Bradley... I've been fed with lies, rumors, gossip, him doing things, ME doing things... I was so sick of it, you know? Like, I've tried so hard to contain all of them. I've tried so hard to push down the lid so that nothing would come out and all but... It's not easy doing that especially when you know that it might be true. People have been feeding me stuff like, "Oh, I'd watch your back especially with Bradley and Cassie." I mean, it was like, people have been trying to ruin this relationship for me you know? And the thing was, I was falling for it, every single second and it's hard to not believe it because Bradley and Cassie have gone out last year so there were chances... Assumption is the mother of all screw ups. I know that but... With people saying those things... I've felt myself falling, being more insecure, being a worry wart... It wasn't healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thursday, Jelena said something about someone that was really close to me might do. Then that was it. Poof! I just had a break down. I couldn't take things anymore. I mean, how could've? There were things about this whole Cassie and Bradley thing, school pressure, family pressure, and I felt myself drifting from other people's lives. That sounds so stupid and shallow but... For Christ sakes! I'm only 14. There are so many things only 14 year olds can take. And for me, where the people have been hitting, they were mostly where I was weak at. They were my weaknesses and people kept jabbing me there and poking their noses in my business. I couldn't take it. I had to let it get out. So I had my break down. I'm guessing you guys are now wondering why Jelena was crying correct? Well, see, Jelena's my best friend. And she promised me she'll be there no matter what, be my confidence, my strength and all. But... Seeing me sobbing hysterically, she couldn't just take it... And I have to say that people have been judging Jelena recently without really trying to get to know her. Guilt... It's that thing that made her cry. Guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been saying, "You deserve someone much MUCH better than Bradley. I mean, Macey look, he's still a little boy. He's insensitive. He FLIRTS with Cassie. CASSIE. He protects her. But does he protect you?" And I was so sick of it. People were playing with my head. So I've been wondering... "Does HE really care? I mean, yeah sure, his friends have been saying things to me that make me feel good but there are so many stories from other people too. He protects Cassie... But yeah... Does he protect me? If someone said a bad thing about me, would HE laugh it off or would HE care?" That was the question that kept repeating in my head. I tried my test... With Cassie saying something about two other peoples relationship that were close to me. Now look, I protect my friends. I mean their relationships, I try to not butt into them but... When things get that rough, I get in the scene. One of my flaws, I know. So I told him what I though and Bradley was full on defending her. It was painful you know? Because it might be true that old feelings might flood back and that's what I was scared of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt was being really nice. He was listening to me and Jelena - trying not to cry... We were in an area and we were all talking... Now see Bradley came in and he was smiling (At least that's what people were saying) and Jelena went, "Can't you see Macey's in deep pain?! WHY can't you be protective of HER and not CASSIE?! Stop smiling Bradley." And of course, Bradley defends himself saying he's not smiling and they just have an argument screaming at each other... What I did was I screamed at them. I was screaming my head off and boy, it felt so good to let anger off. It was SO SO SO good. It's what I've been wanting and I just loved every single scream I had off. When Matt and Jelena left, to give me space, I told Matt to call him Bradley. I had to do what I had to do. Break up with him, that is. Matt called Bradley because I really needed to talk to him. I was SICK of the lies, the rumors, the gossips... I just wanted to be in peace. I wanted to be do the things I've been doing when I was in Term 1. Which was run around the quad, be happy, be high, be CRAZY! And enjoy life because I haven't been doing that lately. For so long and I just missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, back to the story, Bradley came in. God, I couldn't look at him. Can you believe that? I couldn't look at MY own boyfriend. I felt as if I've put him in so much drama... When we weren't together, he was... Non existent. He was quiet, in the music room, unknown. But when I came along... It was as if I exposed him to the world, flashed him around... Made him aware of things. I felt so bad doing that. It was as if... He never deserved anything of it. And I felt so guilty that I just wanted to sink against the walls and not exist at all. It was as if when I came to South Sydney, all bad things started happening and I felt so guilty and I was so sure that it was all my fault. He never deserved it. Everyone didn't deserve it. And here I was... Being all dramatic and sensitive and having my stupid little break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was sitting down, I was ready to talk. But the words wouldn't come out. It confused me. CONFUSE is the word I use quite a lot now. I was so confused. I've been telling everyone what I felt but when it came to talk to the person I wanted to tell it to, words seem to blur and they didn't make sense at all. I wanted to give up but chances were, my conscience wasn't allowing me to. So I had to try. It took quite a while to get the words out but it was there. We broke up. And I thanked him for... What was there. What happened. So for the rest of the next period, which was Computer Studies and History, I was crying. Trying to let everything out, trying to let everything go. So for the whole day, I was crying. I got a fever on Thursday night and Andreas called me, apologizing and all... I felt so broken that all I could do was cry myself to sleep because... Bradley and Macey... There was no more Bradley and Macey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day after, I promised myself not to cry but when someone said Bradley, my tear bomb just activated. I couldn't do anything to stop it. But when everyone started coming over asking me how I was, it was making me cry more and I knew that I couldn't do that no crying day because everyone was being so nice and I just realized who really were my friends and who weren't. Who cared and who didn't.  Who you can run to and who you couldn't run to. It surprised me really. It was somewhat like a test to everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday continued on and on and on with me crying, Jelena crying, more crying and more drama. It was really tiring to be honest with you. But you know what? It made me realize how much loving someone was hard. And it also made me realize that I do love Bradley. Gosh, I feel such an idiot... But the surprising thing was, Bradley and I talked out our problems. And no, were not just friends... Because... At the end... Everything worked out. Were back together again. With all our problems cleared. I know, I still can't do things because it will take time to get over it and to learn how to do those things... But you know what Bradley said after we talked? He goes, "I'm not saying this to sound good or anything... (Which is quite true if you ask me because he HARDLY opens up) But... When we hugged, I felt what you were going through and I know I'm insensitive. I'm sorry but... Give me time and I promise to do better." It shocked me to be honest because... Bradley is the least person you'll think to say that but, hey, he proved me wrong - again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And that's why I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-8757831662549041190?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/8757831662549041190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=8757831662549041190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8757831662549041190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8757831662549041190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/08/superdrama.html' title='SUPERdrama'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-6696859517047978968</id><published>2007-08-05T19:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T19:38:34.719+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.dance.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today. What happened today? I watched Harry Potter 5 and I'm currently jotting down my PDHPE notes. After I found out it was suppose to be written than typed but what am I doing? I'm procrastinating. ARGH! And I'm suppose to sleep at 8. It's 7:26 PM. GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I'm going to be my responsible me... I'm gonna stop NOW. GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3; YAY! School tomorrow. Shut up, don't know why I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... OK, I know why. I'm gonna see Bradley again. =]] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-6696859517047978968?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/6696859517047978968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=6696859517047978968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6696859517047978968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6696859517047978968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/08/cant-stop.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-1603385403174569875</id><published>2007-08-03T22:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T00:08:32.769+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.rain.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you've been from Blake's blog, then he mostly explains about the Americans coming in school today and all so yeah... You know what happened. I was with a girl named Stephanie Renningner and I was her buddy so I showed her around the school, etc. Well, we were pretty crazy together and we were laughing our heads off over some stupid jokes we were making and stuff. So anyways, I just wanted to say something CAKEFACE forgot to mention. We were doing Science with Mr. Wiseman and Nasreen took a photo of him sideways and you know what? He looked like Tom. Oh yer man, TOM from myspace... You know that annoying dude that automatically adds you when you first started your myspace? Yeah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;! It was just like, remove his beard and dye his hair a tad lighter than his hair color now and ta da! You have TOM. It's really cool. I think I'll start calling him Tom now. XD! Bradley calls him Big Gay Al. oO; Or the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... I'm really tired and I have so many things to say but so far, that's all I have to say. Did I mention that I'm in love with a song called LAHME SONG?! It's all RICHARD'S fault! AHHHH! Ta da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE STORY FOR TODAY. REPORTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-1603385403174569875?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/1603385403174569875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=1603385403174569875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/1603385403174569875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/1603385403174569875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/08/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-3500470700087068248</id><published>2007-07-26T20:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T19:52:21.656+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Seems So Small</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.musicistheodyssey.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright. Thursday gone from the week. What have I done? I did not do my mask. No, I did not. I just know that I will get in very big trouble but I will spend my whole lunch time at the VA area. I know, I know, why didn't you go? Oh my God! It's because Mr. Bannerman was at an excursion and I couldn't go in the VA area without his permission but he promised me tomorrow will definitely be my day to finish my mask. I don't care if Tom Welling came in South Sydney while I was doing my mask. I just want to finish it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily drama alert. Jesus. I cried in Computer Studies today. Why? One name. Bradley. Now, before you guess, no, we did not break up. We ALMOST did (Heavens bliss to Aphrodite that she forbid) but it's because of stupid OCD's fault. Although Jelena said that it was someone close to Bradley. But OCD is NOT close to Bradley! So is she lying? Or not? And... Wait, you don't even know the story! Alright. Here, I shall tell you the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today at lunch, Jelena pulled me aside, and she goes, "I asked Bradley something very important." And I go, "Yes?" She says, "I asked him how long he wants to be with you. He says that he wants to be with you for a long time. I said to be more specific, like, what time of day, minute, you know" And I say, "Uh huh..." In return Jelena says, "He said... Forever." Of course, I practically died but... Anyways, fast forwarding to Computer Studies. Jelena (Since we sit together) she goes, "Someone - that I'm not suppose to name - said that Bradley wants to break up with you soon. But that can't be possible because he wants to be with you. But that someone is close to him." That practically broke me apart. I hated the thought of that so I was just sitting there, crying. Like, I didn't mean to but I was so confused with what everyone was saying and Cassie giving me death glares did not help me either. It was as if it was a crime to go out with Bradley. But people... This is my life. This is my relationship. If I wanted help ruining this relationship, I would've worn a large sign on my head attracting people telling them to help me ruin it. But the question is, do I have it? No right? RIGHT. Why can't they just mind their own little business and leave me alone?! I mean, yeah sure, we need a little pushing to do somethings but when it comes to ending them, I think we can do them by ourselves without anyone's help. Thank you VERY much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After IST (Computer Studies) I had History. I was in the worst of moods today and I just walked in the room and everyone was like, "Hi!" all I said was, "Fuck off. I'm not in the mood." I sit next to Jes (One of Bradley's friends - whoop de doo) so I guess he figured out what was wrong. All he said was, "Bradley?" and my clock machine blew up. I was sitting there, answering the Check Your Understanding questions, crying. I hated that. But I loved it also because no one noticed me crying and they thought I was really just concentrating on my work. Jes on the other hand was asking me what was wrong so I told him. I considered breaking up with Bradley - ending it all. To make all the damned people trying to ruin our relationship happy. All he said was, "Don't. Don't end it. You two? You two are good. Trust me, it's not something you two should just let go." Then the bell rang and he told me that he would ask Bradley for me while I walked to the Junction with Richard and Chris making me laugh all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me tell you a little about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fantastic Four." &lt;/span&gt;The group consists of Andreas, James, Jes, and Bradley. Let start with Andreas first shall we? Now Andreas... He was like a big brother. I could talk to him about ANYTHING in the world and he'll just be sitting there listening until I say, "Say something." Then he would tell me what he thinks. James? James is there to increase my confidence. When I wear something, he would go, "Oh you look very nice in that." And he would boost up my self - esteem. He's a good ex - boyfriend. He would tell me what he thinks. Jes was the kind of person that you could just, do retarded things with. Like, really pointless things and you can just catch gossip with him. He's the, no offense, the shallow type of person that you can talk to about other people. Like, make stupid comments and laugh your head off with him. He's the easy going kind but when you need some comfort, he would be there, listening also. Not as helpful as Andreas but he's definitely the one that you can go and plead for him to ask someone a question. Bradley... Bradley, Bradley, Bradley. What about Bradley? He's the most quiet, randomest, weirdest person out the group. He kills everything. When there's a conversation and he wants to fit in, he says something, then it goes quiet, and we all say at the same time, "Bradley, you just killed it!" And you know what? That's the person I'm going out with. Am I proud? Heck yeah. I mean, no, he's definitely not the kind of person that you would tell your feelings to person to person and someone you can run to for advices but he makes you laugh and you can tell him everything in MSN. Yes people, MSN. That's how we first got talking. MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, Chris and I were at Maccas ordering food (Chris was nice. He bought me food!) and James, Andreas, and Bradley came in. So we were all sitting with Chris and me laughing then we just stopped. It was... Painful - yes. I hated it because it didn't feel correct when things started to adjust. Andreas sat down where Chris way because Chris's order of nuggets came so he got up and got it. What did Andreas exactly say? He said, "You were crying in Computer Studies?" That surely got me talking. We all moved to the 5 sitter table in Maccas and had a little meeting. But of course, Andreas being a good older brother, he kicked James and Bradley away and told them to go buy food because he noticed I was just being all... Well, something that you haven't seen Macey be. Chris and Andreas stayed and I told them everything I felt. On who said what and what said who and all that. (Read above to know about it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end... It all ended out good. Bradley goes, "Do NOT believe anyone else until you hear it out of my own voice. If I did plan to break up with you, I would've told you first and for most."  So I started bawling again and he was just there, hugging me bawling my eyes on him. I felt really bad for wetting his jumper but he said he didn't mind. Then he looked at me and said... I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Then we kissed. - - Kidding! That would be a good thing but all I did was smile and we hugged then the others came in and all. So yeah... I guess that was somewhat a good ending. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-3500470700087068248?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/3500470700087068248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=3500470700087068248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3500470700087068248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3500470700087068248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-seems-so-small.html' title='Life Seems So Small'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-5394999784069093618</id><published>2007-07-25T20:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:18:48.508+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Won't Sit Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.thoughtyoushouldknow.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today. Work, work, work, work... Seems to me like that's how life is revolving around me. I run here, run there... And it's driving me crazy and up the wall! Work in Maccas, Drama mask (!!!) and school work is keeping me from staying in one place. I mean, I wish just for one day that I can stay in one place - AND SIT. Just sit down. And of course, that means... Have some time with Bradley and just... Yeah. You get the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know. I mean, I'm here, trying to fit everything into ONE week finishing my mask. IT'S THE MASK. It's always been the mask. The mask's trouble me. I have to finish it next Monday and I know, I have the weekend, etc. But I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO DO. I'm running around in circles trying to manage everything. But I'm keeping my goals straight and I'm here. Alive and breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what will I do? I will go to the VA area tomorrow and finish the total layout look of my mask. Meaning, finish smoothing it and on Friday, if I can, paint it there. If that's possible. BUT AT RECESS I WILL BE UP THE MUSIC ROOM SINGING WITH TESSA. Ugh... I'm not complaining because I DO want to sing with Tessa BUT I want to finish this mask once and for all and once that's out of the way, I will sing sing sing with her. I don't want to affect my grades in Drama just because of not finishing this mask. And everyone's like, done with it. I'm still trying to figure out how I'll put the garter on it. Grrr! How WILL I do it? It's pissing me off. That means, if it's possible, I might have to go to Eastgardens after school tomorrow and buy the elastic to it and... Oh great, never mind. I'm not going. My mom just told me. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT WILL I DO?! I might have to tell Tessa that we can do that singing thing next week. I need all this week to myself. And YES. I do feel bad... I hate that. UGH! I'm stuck in the middle... *BIG SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm closing this complaining thread once and for all. What good did happen today? Bradley and I are doing better and yes, I'm proud. About time we talk and all that. Geeze... You see how much things I try to fit in my life? I feel like a bumblebee. Grrrreeeeaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Today's a special day to remember (No matter how shitty it was) because I wore Bradley's jumper. OK, OK, I'm trying to keep low the Bradley talk but it's HARD okay?! HARD. H-A-R-D. I mean, yeah sure, if I COULD I'll tell this all to his face. But I can't. Can I? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic. I wore his jumper. It smelled like him. Yes, I love it. And yes, it was big on me. And yes, I looked like I was ready to sleep BUT... I loved it. He saw me in it and all he did was smile. The smile he gave me wasn't the funny about to laugh his head off smile but the smile... Adoringly. Okay... Re-reading that sounds VERY gay but ah well.  I love him. &lt;3;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HAVE TO FINISH MY MASK. THAT'S IT! MY GOALS SHALL BE ACHIEVED. &lt;3;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-5394999784069093618?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/5394999784069093618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=5394999784069093618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5394999784069093618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5394999784069093618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wont-sit-around.html' title='I Won&apos;t Sit Around'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-6022773291305443024</id><published>2007-07-20T22:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:57:12.652+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Snail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.choocha.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't kill me cause I'm close to the edge and I don't want to loose my head. Long time no update womans. What's up? Nothing much... School's back... And it's Term 3. Woah, I have to say that the year did fly fast. Like, the last time I remember was... Having a big break up fight with Blake and then now I'm obsessed with Bradley. &lt;3;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest... I don't feel like blogging. Just typed something up to tell people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M STILL ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU ALL NEED TO VOTE IN THE POLLS BITCHES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-6022773291305443024?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/6022773291305443024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=6022773291305443024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6022773291305443024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6022773291305443024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/07/snail.html' title='Snail'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-7249779084092570347</id><published>2007-07-12T20:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:04:28.238+10:00</updated><title type='text'>OHEMGEE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.ohohoh.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing really much interesting is happening in my life right now... Work is taking up my week but it was over today! All my shifts ended this Thursday so it was good. &lt;3;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the movies this Saturday to watch Harry Potter 5 at 12:30 PM with Jelena and Bradley and who knows might come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Bradley... TODAY'S OUR 2ND MONTH ANNIVERSARY! &lt;3;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people. I love him. &lt;3;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-7249779084092570347?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/7249779084092570347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=7249779084092570347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/7249779084092570347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/7249779084092570347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/07/ohemgee.html' title='OHEMGEE.'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-8746108048560311378</id><published>2007-07-08T18:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:14:14.045+10:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Some question from myspace. This is what happens when Macey gets bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. WHAT’S YOUR PROFILE SONG?&lt;br /&gt;None right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. DO YOU HAVE A JOB? IF SO WHAT IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do. Front counter at Maccas Maroubra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. MIDDLE NAME?&lt;br /&gt;-keeps mouth shut-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. LIED IN THE LAST 24 HOURS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. BEST BREAK UP SONG?&lt;br /&gt;Wow. This is hard... There are lots but I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Miss You - Amy Pearson&lt;/span&gt; right now is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. WHERE WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU TOOK A PLANE TO?&lt;br /&gt;Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. WHAT IS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;The Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. WHAT MAKES YOU MAD?&lt;br /&gt;People saying stupid things that pain me or other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Have a good job, good living, good future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. WHATS YOUR NAME?&lt;br /&gt;Macey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. DO YOU HAVE SOMEONE OF THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT YOU CAN TALK TO ABOUT ANYTHING?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. WHERE ARE YOU NOW?&lt;br /&gt;My house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. FAVORITE COLORS?&lt;br /&gt;Pink, Black,  Light blue, and White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. WHAT DOES THE 7TH MESSAGE IN YOUR INBOX SAY ON YOUR PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. WHAT IS SITTING TO THE LEFT OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81.WHERE IS YOUR DAD RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;On the other PC.   -dude this is a weird question-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. DO YOU HAVE ANY KIDS?&lt;br /&gt;Ooer. Wouldn't you like to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. WHO IS THE 5TH PERSON YOU GOT A MISSED CALL FROM?&lt;br /&gt;Jelena - I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. CLOSEST BLACK OBJECT?&lt;br /&gt;Laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. CLOSEST SILVER OBJECT?&lt;br /&gt;Laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. DO YOU OWN ANY PETS?&lt;br /&gt;Dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. LAST TIME YOU LISTENED TO COUNTRY MUSIC?&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to know when I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. WHAT ARE YOUR FEARS?&lt;br /&gt;Being nigelated, sharks, ghosts, being ignored, being fat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. WHAT CAN YOU HEAR NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Parents talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.HOW MANY DRUGS ARE IN YOUR SYSTEM RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;There are so much I can't even count. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;Ooer. Kinky question! My PJs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. DO YOU SING?&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. SCREAMO OR COUNTRY?&lt;br /&gt;Erm... 50/50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. ROCK OR RAP?&lt;br /&gt;Rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?&lt;br /&gt;Mint. Whoops... Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. WHO DID YOU LAST CALL?&lt;br /&gt;Jelena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. WHO LAST CALLED YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Jelena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. WHAT JEWELERY DO YOU WEAR DAILY?&lt;br /&gt;Earrings and necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW?&lt;br /&gt;This survey and chatting online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU SAID ‘I LOVE YOU’ TO? WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON THAT SAID 'I LOVE YOU' TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Okay... First question is to my mom just a few minutes ago and for the second question... That would be... ME! Jokes... Bradley. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. LATEST THING YOU’VE RECENTLY LEARNED?&lt;br /&gt;How to snowboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ARE YOU COLD NOW?&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT CAN YOU SMELL?&lt;br /&gt;Some stuff burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. IS ANYTHING BOTHERING YOU RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. WHAT ARE YOU DOING TOMORROW?&lt;br /&gt;Working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE COMPLIMENT YOU'VE EVER RECEIVED?&lt;br /&gt;"You're the best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FAIR RIDE?&lt;br /&gt;oO; Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU HAVE NEVER DONE?&lt;br /&gt;Erm... You mean what is something I haven't done?! Jokes! Something I haven't done... Kissed someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. BED SHEET COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. CAN YOU SWIM?&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. NAME A PLACE YOU WANT TO VISIT.&lt;br /&gt;Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT SONG ARE YOU CURRENTLY OBSESSED WITH?&lt;br /&gt;Don't Miss You - Amy Pearson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MATERIAL POSSESSION?&lt;br /&gt;Laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. DO YOU ENJOY PICNICS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FAVORITE SMELL?&lt;br /&gt;Bradley. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. EVER GONE A WHOLE DAY WITHOUT EATING?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. AMERICA OR CANADA?&lt;br /&gt;America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A STRIP CLUB?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU FOUND OUT YOU WERE ADOPTED?&lt;br /&gt;Cry and then do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. JEANS OR SWEATPANTS?&lt;br /&gt;Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. RED HEADS OR BLONDES?&lt;br /&gt;Brunettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. REFERRING TO THE OPPOSITE SEX, WHAT IS YOUR TYPE?&lt;br /&gt;Does Bradley sum up everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU HAVE SOCKS ON?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. DO YOU OWN BIG SUNGLASSES?&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HAVE YOU CRIED SO HARD YOU MADE YOURSELF SICK?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT KIND OF PARENTS DO YOU HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;Um parents? Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE?&lt;br /&gt;Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHEN EXITING THE FREEWAY, DO YOU USE YOUR TURN SIGNAL?&lt;br /&gt;oO; I don't drive. What do you want?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. HAVE YOU RECENTLY TALKED TO AN EX?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. PC OR MAC?&lt;br /&gt;PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE TRASHY CELEB?&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay Lohan. Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT IS YOUR HOME PAGE?&lt;br /&gt;Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. DO YOU GET ALONG WITH YOUR SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU LIKE 80'S MOVIES?&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT KIND OF MUSIC DO YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;B, Rock, Pop... Lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. ARE YOU A CRAZY STALKER?&lt;br /&gt;Can be if I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. BEST CITY YOU’VE VISTED?&lt;br /&gt;Wow... Where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. BEEN TO LONDON?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;Drama and computer studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. BEEN TO COLLEGE?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. EVER LICKED SOMEONES CHEEK?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. SEEN ALL THE SPIDERMAN MOVIES?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO?&lt;br /&gt;Tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHERE DOES THE PERSON YOU LIKE LIVE?&lt;br /&gt;Malabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. EVER GOTTEN LOST IN THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. DO YOU SNORE/TALK/WALK IN YOUR SLEEP?&lt;br /&gt;No. I slept walked once. At camp. oO;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-8746108048560311378?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/8746108048560311378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=8746108048560311378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8746108048560311378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8746108048560311378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/07/100-questions.html' title='100 Questions'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-1644671042595473567</id><published>2007-07-08T18:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:48:58.316+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;x.winterwonderland.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Were back! From the Jindabyne express! My whole body is in pain so yeah... 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I can talk! Really? No. I was just saying. I mean, yeah I CAN talk but you know... Not really talk talk because half of the time you'll just hear cough cough or my voice cracking and then cough and cough and cough and the whole conversation would just be coughing. Not so pretty I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It's been *Counts* 4-5 days since I last updated. Not bad... Not bad... How is my holiday going so far? Not bad I guess - just remove me being sick and I'm all good! Whoop! Anyways... I might go to the doctors today because I need to get a check up. My coughing hasn't improved yet. Sadly... Bradley asked me if I wanted to go to the movies tonight and watch Fantastic Four. I want to go but I can't because... I have to go to the doctors and I can't get sick anymore. I'm going to the snow mountains this Friday people! Mommy said that if I don't recover quickly, we aren't going. I CANNOT MISS THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole of next week is bombarded with work shifts. Do I want to go? Obviously no. Will I get tired? What do you think?! Do I want to get sick next week? OBVIOUSLY yes. Do I miss Bradley? What a stupid question. Do I miss my friends? DUH... Why am I answering my own questions? I do not know... Tsk, tsk, tsk. Well, I got a little quiz thing from Cake's blogspot and it looked interesting and since my mommy isn't here yet... I'll go do it. Touche ole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;[x] I know how to cook toast&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can do my own laundry.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can cook for myself.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I actually enjoy intellectual conversations.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My parents and grandparents have better things to say than my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I show up for school MOST of the time unless I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I always carry a pen in my pocket/purse.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've never gotten a detention.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've watched talk shows.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know what credibility means without looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I try to drink coffee at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know how to run the dish washer and/or do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can count to 5 in either spanish//French /German/Italian/Spanish or your native tounge besides english&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When I say I'm going to do something I do it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My parents trust me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can mow the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I remember to water my plants.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I study when I HAVE to.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I pay attention at school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I remember to feed my pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can spell experience without looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I clean up my own mess without my parents telling me.&lt;br /&gt;[] The first thing I do when i get home is eat.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can go to the store without getting something I don't need.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I understand jokes the first time they are said.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can type fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I realize that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can read a book and actually finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] knew that the alphabet and twinkle twinkle little star have the same rhythm&lt;br /&gt;[x] You just checked &lt;== LMAO&lt;br /&gt;[x] you actually watch the weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I act like I'm 21. OHMYGOD. oO;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-3765849405789298653?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/3765849405789298653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=3765849405789298653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3765849405789298653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3765849405789298653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/07/ouchie.html' title='Ouchie'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-8164632261164474095</id><published>2007-06-29T21:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:54:35.593+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Still Be My Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;x.umbrella.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Alright. Another update for tonight! Whoop whoop! As I said, the Texans came over to school and what we did was just show them around school. Don't really feel like going in detail because I miss Kennedy Riley (The girl I was showing around school) a lot. She's quiet but once you get her talking, she's pretty cool. I asked her if she watched Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants and she said she did. I told her that she looked like Bridget (The blonde, amazonian, athletic one - in case you've read the book) and she was all like, "Aww! Thank you! I like her!" But dude, seriously, she does look like her. It's pretty scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. School holidays officially started today at 3:16 PM. And what are my plans? Well... Tomorrow I'm off to the movies with Jelena, Danielle, Michelle, Andreas, Jes, and Bradley to go and see The Transformers or The Fantastic Four. I don't really know. Then Cake (Blake) asked me if I wanted to go see The Fantastic Four with them this upcoming Monday - but I can't because I have work at 4:30 to 7:30 PM. I mean, yeah, there'll be enough time to go watch it with them but I'll be pretty beat and I have to save my energy so yeah. And then... I'm free up to Thursday night because on Friday up to Sunday - I'll be up on the snow mountains (Not with the school but with my parents) to go skiing and stuff. Whoo... Yeah. And then I'll be free or bombarded with work shifts. So, that's the interesting life of Macey. Although, I need to make time so that I can see Bradley throughout the holidays. Maybe I can buy him something from the ski trip? LMAO. My visualization is... Giving him a preserved snow ball. That'd be pretty cool actually. I'll try to bring one down here - that is, if I can successfully make it not melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror mirror on the... Computer screen... What should I wear for tomorrow? I don't know. I have clothes that are either worn already, out of season, are too big, are too small or... They just aren't my taste at all. I need to go clothes shopping soon. Oh my, that means I need to shop for ski wear! Or am I just renting them? Ahh... So little time, so much to do. Honestly, am I really going to get some rest throughout the holidays or am I going to run around and around? This is tiring. They need to extend the holidays here for another week. I would just love to pamper myself with that whole week. No work, no whatsoever. Just me, cash, friends and the mall. Shopping. Or going to the spa. Mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then... I still have no clue what to wear. I think I'll go and wear my black and pink vans shoes, denim jeans, a black tank top with some weird white swirly designs on it, and this... Military looking-ish jacket. I mean, I don't want to keep wearing the same jacket right? Right. But I can't help it! That red jacket (The one I wore to the Carnival) is so comfortable. I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. I'm going to Easties tomorrow - by like, an hour earlier. Does that mean I can go and shop for a good top?! No. I want to but I can't! I have to save my money... I already spent like... $50+ over the past week so that's not good. My pay did come this Friday but I'm using that for the movie money so that's not good either and then there's next week and the ski trip with who knows what they have in their stores. So that's not good either. In other words... I'm not broke but if I do spend some more stuff, I will end up broke. It is very sad. I hate being broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It's 10 PM now. I'm quite tired from all the things I have done today and my bed is calling my sore straight back. Yes people! Macey is learning how to sit, stand, and walk straight. Why? Because she does not want to be a question mark! Whoo yeah... My back hurts. I've been sitting like a stick for about two or three hours now. I need the softness of my bed. So I think I will go now. Goodnight people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-8164632261164474095?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/8164632261164474095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=8164632261164474095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8164632261164474095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8164632261164474095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/06/youll-still-be-my-star.html' title='You&apos;ll Still Be My Star'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-6663260699090242631</id><published>2007-06-29T19:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:06:38.352+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Texan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;x.saywho.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Alright. Last day of school, man! Not the really last last last day of school. Last day of Term 2. Yeah, that's it! Well, today was exciting. Some people from Texas came over to school today and they did the PEOPLE TO PEOPLE LEADERSHIP thing. I was suppose to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I can't go to US, then why not volunteer right? Right. Well, I was a volunteer and I showed this girl; Kennedy Riley around. We talked and yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going movies tomorrow. I can't be bothered blogging so this is all I'm sayin tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-6663260699090242631?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/6663260699090242631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=6663260699090242631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6663260699090242631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6663260699090242631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/06/texan.html' title='Texan'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-4895019137219780575</id><published>2007-06-22T23:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:22:42.802+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Really Making Me Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.tellme.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wow. It's been quite sometime now since I've updated. Lots of things have happened. On the 17th, I got my laptop. A laptop along with a Nintendo Wii - how awesome is that? Seriously. This is the best thing that has happened to me - throughout this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, Jelena and Danielle (She hangs with us now) dragged me up the Music Room - as always to go and see... *Drum roll please* Bradley. Oh wow *Says it in dripping sarcasm* - I mean, I like him and all but what if the dude wants space, man. Honestly. *The next post is from Jelena* "But he doesn't want space - not from you at least!" Thanks Jel... That helps - a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, 11:08 PM right now and I'm blogging. What a better way to pass time. I'm IMing Blake and blogging. Oh, and going in RcR. It's fun - to stay here at night. About to get in trouble. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Postman Blake that swam in a lake who ate cake that he baked, said that I haven't updated for the last ice age. O___o How long have I been sleeping? ROTFL. Man, this is just plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else is weird? I DO have multi personalities! Jelena has seen it. It only happens around Bradley though. I get really REALLY quiet and shy - it's not funny. And when I'm gone, I start being all, hyper active again. I don't know... I guess I feel... Mellow around him or something. Like, I can preserve my energy around him and he won't care. We don't even have to talk. We just sit there, admire the wind in silence and somehow talk... Using our heads. I like it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know - Bradley just makes me feel... Me, I guess. Like, I don't have to make myself look popular and the center of attention or just... Do something to catch his eye. I can be myself. Which is... Quiet. Now, not a lot of people know that but... I am a quiet person. I'm not normally all loud and stuff. I guess it's time to reveal that now, a lot of people has started seeing it. They think it's weird. To see me not all hyper - I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't bad I guess. The two weeks winter holiday is starting after next week and since I volunteered to show some Americans around, I guess I have to go school for the whole week. I'm showing this girl around and her name is Kennedy Riley. She's 15. That's pretty cool hey? Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, I forgot to blog about something... Jelena and Co (Jes, Michelle, Andreas, James, Danielle and Jamie) got Bradley and me to kiss each other on the cheek. Wow... *Says it in a tired voice* That's a change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm so tired today - I guess it's because I burnt my hands from work (Yes, I'm working now. In Maccas, Maroubra) from cooking fries. They hurt. And the football that hit in earlier today at recess did not help either. So... My left hand (The burnt one) is numb. *Attempts to smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for today. Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-4895019137219780575?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/4895019137219780575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=4895019137219780575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/4895019137219780575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/4895019137219780575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-really-making-me-wonder.html' title='It&apos;s Really Making Me Wonder'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-2863057751491777486</id><published>2007-06-15T16:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T17:17:25.630+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Imaginative</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.cheekymonkey.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes. Andreas Rosonakis officially has got me saying Cheeky Monkey.  That was the best I could come up with so there we go! Cheeky Monkey. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Williams is now pregnant with my ex. James Oetjen. Yes, 7 weeks pregnant and she's due in January of next year. Get ready to be a parent. How did her parents take it? They were fine with it. People these days. Seriously.  I should stop talking about it. He WAS my ex. Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. A month with Bradley and still going. I seriously hope that it doesn't stop. Buttt I don't wanna talk about this anymore. I'm just depressed right now. I better go... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-2863057751491777486?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/2863057751491777486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=2863057751491777486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2863057751491777486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2863057751491777486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-all-imaginative.html' title='It&apos;s All Imaginative'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-611471976676300783</id><published>2007-06-09T11:16:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T11:25:29.939+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneathe The Empty Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;x.boomboomboom.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    It's been quite a while since I've updated. Lots of things have happened without me updating so that's really sad. Well, it's June 9 today - happy birthday Bradley! I know Jelena told me not to feel bad but I can't help but feel bad for not going to the movies last night. Like, I met him after school and he said that he might not even go to his own movie party shizims. Seriously - its his day! He should have fun. I'll go call him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Chris will leave me and Kat to do our Geography project. Grrr... He's gonna go to the band camp thing. So, we have to do the project by ourselves - great. I guess I'm suppose to cut the board as Australia but I can't be bothered so I shall do the greatest thing in my life... Procrastinate. Hehe. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to finish two blends for a graphics site. It's gonna be hard - with all the awesome blends from others but even that, I can't be bothered. Ahhh... I'm so lazy - really I am. I can't even be bothered getting water. This is how I normally am. It amazes me how I or other people get me to get off my ass. It's a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I'm really into roleplaying sites right now. I guess that's the only thing I can be bothered to do. Make forums, roleplay, create new characters, etc. OH! I can be bothered making graphic sets for my RPG characters. And for other people too. Who's my character? Well, it's a Greek Academy Harry Potter like RPG so my character is... Aphrodite // Vyolette Sophia (that's the mortal name of my character.) It's a cannon. What's a cannon? It's a character made for you to use. The head of the site a.k.a Administrator creates all of the characters characteristics and it's plot (also known as a "sub" history) All you gotta do is go with the flow! Easy hey? Hey... I can explain good! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... Nothing mucho is happening... It's 11:30 AM right now and I'm sleepy. =_= But I'm still writing. Haha. Well, that's all I gotta say for now. Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥BabyMacey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-611471976676300783?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/611471976676300783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=611471976676300783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/611471976676300783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/611471976676300783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/06/beneathe-empty-twilight.html' title='Beneathe The Empty Twilight'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-8147001904962617628</id><published>2007-06-06T16:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T11:15:46.413+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 161px; height: 318px;" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;73%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/selfabsorbed.html" target="_blank"&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="15"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 151px; height: 259px;" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalsecurity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/indie.html" target="_blank"&gt;Indie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-8147001904962617628?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/8147001904962617628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=8147001904962617628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8147001904962617628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8147001904962617628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-me.html' title='This is me...?'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-2600790205098245549</id><published>2007-06-01T22:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:12:23.488+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Oh Yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.shewenttoaparty.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taha! It's officially 10:26 PM and teh greatest Macey is still awake! LOL. Well, to be honest, I had to complete this Maccas thing orientation so that I could start working so yeah. That's prolly the main reason. And also because I wrote an email to my long distance friends and am currently writing this. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Jelena's party actually. It was really fun! But all we did was watch Pirates Of The Caribbean 3 but it was awesome. The movie was good. Some gross and ikee parts but hey, it was alright. Right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em... What else is there to say? Right. What did I give Jelena? Vivian and I decided to combine our great oh holystoli presents together and we got... A stuff toy and accessories from Diva. They were like really crazy because well, Jelena is really crazy and were like, "We should get something that matches her personality." So that's what we ended with. Yes I know, very random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hey, good news Macey, at least Bradley came right? RIGHT. Oh god, I have to tell you this. He came right and I was like, "Oh my God. I didn't think he was gonna come. I thought he was just you know, joking." Geeze. He's a rich bitch. He gave Jelena money for a present. Isn't that nice. =_= And a birthday card. Same with Andreas. Sooo jealous. She's rich - I'm a bit broke. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were watching Pirates right... And then Michelle and Jelena were annoying Bradley and me because well, we sat together. *Blushes* And yeah. They kept telling him to hold my hand and stuff - don't think I didn't hear. I was pretending not to hear and was trying to focus on the movie but it was hard to do that when all you could hear them saying was, "Stretch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cute actually. I guess Michelle and Jelena couldn't take it anymore - I mean seriously guys, one week without really talking much or anything and were together. I think those two were like, "Fuck this man. They should really start to do something." So Michelle (beacause her and Jelena were sitting infront of Bradley and me) grabbed our (Bradley and me) hands and hooked them together. Good thing it was dark because they would prolly notice my face being the same color as my jacket. Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah. So both of us were kinda like akward at first, bouncing our knees and stuff. And then Michelle and Jelena decided that maybe that wasn't enough. So they took our hands and put them together. Don't take me wrong. They didn't actually bind together - Bradley and I just went with the flow and held each others hand. Well here comes and embarassing part for me. Blake says that I'm also cold-blooded meaning that no matter what the weather is, my hands (and also other parts of my body that shall stay unknown) are always cold. Bradley on the other hand was warm. So it was like, contrasting different bloods or something. He was like, "Wow." And I was like, "Sorry my hands are really cold." And he was just like smiling. O_____o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, them (Michelle, Jelena, Vivian, and Farah) were like, "Aww that's not enough." So they made me rest my head on his shoulder. But I couldn't reach him because well, there was the chair gap so yeah. I don't know maybe it'll make me talk to him easier on Monday - if he hangs out at the quad. If not, I am never coming up the music room. I feel really akward there. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em... My jacket smells like him now. ^^; YAY! Yes yes, I'm wearing it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to run now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-2600790205098245549?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/2600790205098245549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=2600790205098245549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2600790205098245549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2600790205098245549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-oh-yeah.html' title='Oh Oh Yeah'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-2612651163982846589</id><published>2007-05-30T16:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T16:23:04.063+10:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Don't Mean It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.heyyou.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Whee. I'm going to watch Pirates of the Caribbean 3 on Friday because of Jelena's birthday party. With a lot of people. Vivian, Farah, Jelena, Ana, Bradley, Andreas, James, and Jes. Well, and I think some more people. I'm talking to Jelena on the phone right now so it's kinda hard to type so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's done. Talking to Jelena. I didn't do much today. I had netball, I sat out because I didn't wanna play. I talked with Jess Bosco because we were score keepers and yeah... I talked to other bunch of girls in our Year. =_= Don't wanna remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Junction today and talked to BMW and stuff. So yeah that's pretty much it. Chris K is now my step brother. Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥BabyMacey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-2612651163982846589?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/2612651163982846589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=2612651163982846589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2612651163982846589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2612651163982846589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-you-dont-mean-it.html' title='If You Don&apos;t Mean It'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-2226166897497891618</id><published>2007-05-26T14:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T14:47:17.490+10:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Ask Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.whodoIwannabe.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe this. I just wanna cry right now. It's not right. I can't believe Becca... She was the most independent person in our group of friends. She was the one who everyone could talk to. The big sister. The one who was mature and didn't do anything stupid but I can't believe this. I can't believe that Becca died. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really stunned. I mean, BECCA. She is the most... Ugh. What happened to her? Everyone kept saying that after I left - she kind of just fell apart. Or maybe it was because of Ricky. I don't know. All I know is that whatever she did, that was the most stupidest thing she had ever done. Who did she hang out with after I left anyway? I should've called her more. But that wasn't enough was it? I had to be there for her. Now? I can't even go there for her. For a last goodbye. For her funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna cry goodbye for her because that will do nothing. I don't wanna be sad because I know she doesn't want me to be sad but how can I not be sad when Becca. Mommy Becca as we call her - is gone? Exactly. I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just wanted to get that done and over with.  *Takes a deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new post for me. I'll try to keep it happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with Bradley now. Isn't that what I wanted? And I still can't believe this is happening. Me being with Bradley that is. It's so... surreal. Like I'm a dream or a fantasy. But don't wake me up. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to go now. Clean the house and all. Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bec, you were the best mother, the best sister, and the best friend I could ever ask for. Watch me from above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you and nothing can change that forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥BabyMacey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-2226166897497891618?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/2226166897497891618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=2226166897497891618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2226166897497891618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2226166897497891618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-i-ask-myself.html' title='And I Ask Myself'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-444904137426585159</id><published>2007-05-24T19:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:53:40.743+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing Sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.tralalala.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So there. Tessa got me. She did! She got me going to the Sing NSW today and to be honest, I didn't regret it. Whee! I did the audition thing. Well, I guess it wasn't really an audition but they call it an "audition." All you had to do was sing as high and as low as you can. And also, when the teacher plays some notes you have to sing the note that he or she tells you to sing. Like, John (the teacher) told me to sing the 2nd note of the 3 notes he was playing BUT I kept singing the highest note. &gt;&lt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bitches, I have the biggest news to all of you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't believe I'm going out with Bradley!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3;&lt;br /&gt;I really am the luckiest person on Earth today. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-444904137426585159?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/444904137426585159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=444904137426585159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/444904137426585159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/444904137426585159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/05/sing-sing.html' title='Sing Sing'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-1698225284354034077</id><published>2007-05-24T08:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T08:20:19.588+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught In Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.whenyoulookedintomyeyes.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;It's 8:12 AM right now. What am I doing? On the computer typing my ass off instead of getting ready for school. What? I only live... 3-5 minutes away from school and I woke up so early today. 7 AM. Blame it all to my mom. I'd love to tell you what happened but I can't. Can't be arsed to anyway. Heh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm still in my pajamas and so far, I ate my breakfast and brushed my teeth. Now I have to change. Great. And then put on make up and stuff. LMAO, jokes. I don't wear make up to school - sometimes. Unless I look really drugged then I wear a hint of eyeliner. I swear if I didn't, you'd be running for the hills! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyanne didn't go to school yesterday and I don't think were gonna see her for a while (???) Which to be honest, brings me happiness. I sound so heartless here but this is my opinion. She screwed with us, got one of my best friends (I have 3) in big trouble, punched one of my friends, and got her mom to hit other people. Who does she think she is? Ok, calm down Macey... BUT I CAN'T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm blogging. And that's why I'm listening to Chemicals React by Aly and AJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, here's the truth on why I broke up with James. I just had feelings for him as an older brother. As in... Respect. When I'm with him, I feel nothing. As in... N-O-T-H-I-N-G. Like, as if I'm just hanging out with my friends. That's that. But when I see Bradley it's like... Unexplainable. And the thing is, I know I just couldn't keep doing that to James so that's why I had to break it off. I'm happy now - not because I did something that was mean, but at least because I was being honest to him and being honest to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go. Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥BabyMacey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-1698225284354034077?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/1698225284354034077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=1698225284354034077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/1698225284354034077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/1698225284354034077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/05/caught-in-moment.html' title='Caught In Moment'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-16870755437214715</id><published>2007-05-24T08:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T08:11:25.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'>No One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.chemicalsreact.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ko1X_jcVvn8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ko1X_jcVvn8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I am moving through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find myself&lt;br /&gt;Feel like a guitar that's never played&lt;br /&gt;Will someone strum away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ask myself&lt;br /&gt;Who do I wanna be?&lt;br /&gt;Do I wanna throw away the key?&lt;br /&gt;and invent a whole new me&lt;br /&gt;and I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;No One, No One&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be&lt;br /&gt;No One&lt;br /&gt;But me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are moving through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' like a doll left on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;Will someone take you down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;Who do I wanna be?&lt;br /&gt;Do I wanna throw away the key?&lt;br /&gt;and invent a whole new me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;No One, No One&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be&lt;br /&gt;No One&lt;br /&gt;But me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life plays out on the shadows of the wall&lt;br /&gt;You turn the light on to erase it all&lt;br /&gt;You wonder what it's like to not feel worthless&lt;br /&gt;So open all the blinds and all the curtains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No One, No One&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be&lt;br /&gt;No One&lt;br /&gt;But me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving through the crowd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-16870755437214715?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/16870755437214715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=16870755437214715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/16870755437214715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/16870755437214715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-one.html' title='No One'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-7025650629120736539</id><published>2007-05-23T15:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T15:47:34.253+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of My Element</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.wereyouweak.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-JuJjBwq54"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-JuJjBwq54" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOR: ***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; you make me feel out of my element&lt;br /&gt;like i'm walkin' on broken glass&lt;br /&gt;like my worlds spinnin' in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;and you're movin' too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;were you right, was i wrong&lt;br /&gt;were you weak, was i strong, yeah&lt;br /&gt;both of us broken&lt;br /&gt;caught in the moment&lt;br /&gt;we lived and we loved&lt;br /&gt;and we hurt and we joked, yeah&lt;br /&gt;but the planets all aligned&lt;br /&gt;when you looked into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and just like that&lt;br /&gt;the chemicals react&lt;br /&gt;the chemicals react&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel out of my element&lt;br /&gt;like i'm drifting out to the sea&lt;br /&gt;like the tides pullin' me in deeper&lt;br /&gt;makin' it harder to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cannot deny, how we feel inside&lt;br /&gt;we cannot deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;were you right, was i wrong&lt;br /&gt;were you weak, was i strong, yeah&lt;br /&gt;both of us broken&lt;br /&gt;caught in the moment&lt;br /&gt;we lived and we loved&lt;br /&gt;and we hurt and we joked, yeah&lt;br /&gt;but the planets all aligned&lt;br /&gt;when you looked into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and just like that&lt;br /&gt;the chemicals react&lt;br /&gt;the chemicals react&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaleidoscope of colors&lt;br /&gt;turning hopes on fire, sun is burning&lt;br /&gt;shining down on both of us&lt;br /&gt;don’t let us lose it (don’t let us lose it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;were you right, was i wrong&lt;br /&gt;were you weak, was i strong, yeah&lt;br /&gt;both of us broken&lt;br /&gt;caught in the moment&lt;br /&gt;we lived and we loved&lt;br /&gt;and we hurt and we joked, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lived&lt;br /&gt;we loved&lt;br /&gt;we hurt&lt;br /&gt;we joked&lt;br /&gt;we're right&lt;br /&gt;we're wrong&lt;br /&gt;we're weak&lt;br /&gt;we're strong&lt;br /&gt;we lived to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the planets all aligned&lt;br /&gt;when you looked into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and just like that&lt;br /&gt;watch the chemicals react&lt;br /&gt;and just like that&lt;br /&gt;the chemicals react&lt;br /&gt;(the chemicals react)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-7025650629120736539?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/7025650629120736539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=7025650629120736539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/7025650629120736539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/7025650629120736539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/05/out-of-my-element.html' title='Out Of My Element'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-1463458568706357023</id><published>2007-05-22T16:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T16:32:31.848+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.itsanewtime.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Exciting. That's how my day went - I'm serious here. Yes! I got a new layout. I love it now. And yeeeeeessssss, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VMFJ&lt;/span&gt; now. It's official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, you should've seen what happened in school today. Fara and Georgina got suspended. Why? There was a fight. Alyanne was in it - yes. Right after English (1st period) Fara went to the quad (where the rails are) and started telling Alyanne off since we were REALLY sick of her. I mean, to be honest, and I know I'm being a total bitch here but I don't care right now, I really don't like her. Anyways, Alyanne was getting upset and was talking back to Fara. Georgina (the one in Maths Orange) was stopping them. Fara and Georgina were walking off and Alyanne spun G around and punched her! I MEAN REALLY. Punched. Oooh bitch fight! I know! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, G got real mad at that and started punching Alyanne while Fara was aside screaming at Alyanne. G took three shots and there was a crack from Alyanne's face. So yeah they kept fighting. Alyanne went to Coleman and reported - heck, her nose was bleeding! WHOO! Go G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after recess, everyone RAN to the office where Alyanne's mom was screaming her head off at Fara. She [Alyanne's mom] started grabbing Fara at the arm telling her that she was a "fucking little bitch, come here I'm gonna punch you" while Kim and Tupoe was like to her, "oi, piss off. Don't hurt her ya hear?" But Alisha Higgins was holding Fara back. Fara was ready to attack and bite Alyanne's mom head off. AND... Aly's mom SLAPPED G on the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to bash Aly's mom up. Seriously. I was getting pretty pissed off myself. First she calls us threathing us to get suspended and now? SHE HURTS MY FRIENDS. No ONE touches Fara and G and my best friends/friends like that. You touch them, I bash you up. No one has seen me angry before. Pissed off yeah - but NOT angry. Jelena was the one holding me back. I'm serious. I didn't care if I was gonna get suspended. Just my right mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest planned to go to Maroubra Police after school. WHATEVER ALYANNE'S MOM DID WAS CHILD ABUSE. We had the right to report it. And after what she'd done to Vivian and me, that CLEARLY didn't help her. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking hell. Fara and G are getting suspended for 4 days, come back with an orange card, and a red letter sent home. Alyanne? SHE'S MOVING SCHOOL! WHOO! Good for her. Get things out of the way. It'll keep her safe anyways. If she dared come back to school - ALL of us will gangbang her. No kidding. That's how much she boils my blood. One more wrong move from her and I SWEAR to God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I broke up with James yesterday at recess. Heck. Now I know what Blake felt like but it was different. In a way. Can't really explain it. Too much in the fighting mood to do so. And oh! Vivy colored her hair. And... I'm over this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SUPPORT FARA AND GEORGINA&lt;/span&gt;. If you don't, piss off before I do something I think no one wants me to. Too bad Blake missed all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true people, high school is complicated and full of drama. Good luck with yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BabyMacey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-1463458568706357023?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/1463458568706357023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=1463458568706357023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/1463458568706357023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/1463458568706357023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/05/sparks.html' title='Sparks'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-498173060272279534</id><published>2007-05-16T08:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T08:19:56.876+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.forquiteawhile.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOL. I'm back - again. I have to change this layout. It's so ugly. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried in my dreams. I don't really know why. Now I have red eyes. EW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out with James. I didn't know that. Shows how dense I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm focusing on my graphics right now. They were on month hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get promoted to intermediate at the moment. It's hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going Easties on Sunday. With people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have too much forums going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 8:20 AM right now. I have to go school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-498173060272279534?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/498173060272279534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=498173060272279534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/498173060272279534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/498173060272279534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/05/out-of-time.html' title='Out Of Time'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-5358037491460532336</id><published>2007-05-11T21:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T22:05:01.786+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Work It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.IknowIjustpretendtonotknow.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dannnng it! Blake - oh whoops, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cake &lt;/span&gt;read my blog and he doesn't want to be sprayed with Cake blaster. Well, I have an idea for him to not know that I'm spraying him. And if he's reading this... He has to pretend to not know what will happen. I'm gonna bring water in a small bottle to school and write Cake Blaster on it and then spray it with him. Good idea huh? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh. I'm starting a new forum - again. Yes I know. Anyways, that's all I can be bothered to write so ta! LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a forum - what do you want?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-5358037491460532336?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/5358037491460532336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=5358037491460532336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5358037491460532336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5358037491460532336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/05/can-you-work-it.html' title='Can You Work It?'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-3857441298117392237</id><published>2007-05-10T19:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T19:52:47.857+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This Aint A Walking Park For Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.horrifyingbarbiestate.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Start with it - why don't you? Because I can't you stupid film review! How do you write a film review? I don't know. I've done a review. Not a film review. Wait, is that the same? Or not? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... I can't believe a lot of things have happened today. James asked me. Right after Maths. He was like, "Can I ask you out tomorrow morning." And I said, "Morning. Morning. M-O-R-N-I-N-G." And he went, "Yeah." I go, "Why morning?" He said, "Because I have hockey training at 7:30." =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No okay. You don't ask people like that. That's just really wrong. One more stupid thing I did... I asked Blake something really gay today. "I'm 14 right?" I'm not kidding. You know when you have one of those brain dead things and you can't believe that you're really what you are now? I just had that. I thought I was still 13. Whoops. Shows how time fast goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. HA!!! I have the newest issue of DOLLY. What do I want? I WANT THE NEW ISSUE OF GIRLFRIEND dang it! Give it to me! It's $5.40-60. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm over Bradley now. He's pretty much a loser. I swear, I got surprised when he walked down the stairs, I screamed "HOLY SHIZZZ..." Really loudly. Ooooh and I got to kick Andreas Rosonakis today. So happy. I know, I'm a sadistic person. But that's just how I am. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye's getting better - I think. I still need to do my review. On my second page. I swear, I think Mr. Ward hates me - no kidding. It's always, "Macey you did this wrong." Or "No, this is bad." Or something. Geeze. I'd rather go with Ms. Bonis or Mr. Fuller. I'M SERIOUS. It's that BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E tomorrow. YUCK. I'm not doing sport - I'll find a way to get me out of it. I'll get my mom to write me a note or something. What about? MY EYE you dongdong. Geeze. Now... GOD, please help me with my review. I am so stuck and I am wasting my time on Blogspot writing this up now please  let me stop. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodie bye. I'll see if I have any inspirations. If I don't... I'll tell you tomorrow or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-3857441298117392237?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/3857441298117392237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=3857441298117392237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3857441298117392237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3857441298117392237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-aint-walking-park-for-us.html' title='This Aint A Walking Park For Us'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-1069546608992369929</id><published>2007-05-09T16:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T16:27:37.458+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.itsofficial.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, it's official. B's being a total asshole. I am not kidding. Next thing I see him, I'm punching him. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Yeah right. Anyways, I just... can't be bothered to blog. So that's that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-1069546608992369929?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/1069546608992369929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=1069546608992369929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/1069546608992369929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/1069546608992369929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-is-hard.html' title='It Is Hard'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-4032767630145848981</id><published>2007-05-08T15:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T16:27:03.559+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sayGOODBYE;;  Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.iswearitllonlytakeaminute.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZSLo6w3Tfw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZSLo6w3Tfw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZSLo6w3Tfw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZSLo6w3Tfw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-4032767630145848981?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/4032767630145848981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=4032767630145848981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/4032767630145848981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/4032767630145848981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/05/saygoodbye-part-ii.html' title='sayGOODBYE;;  Part II'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-365250583120786173</id><published>2007-05-08T08:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T08:18:15.669+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sayGOODBYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.neversaygoodbye.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I have a few minutes to type this up before I go. I didn't even eat breakfast yet. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Chris Brown - Say Goodbye and I'm serious, I need to get somethings off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Alyanne. If you had a problem with us, why did you let your mom call us? Why? Couldn't you just solve the problem yourself? And don't feed the VMF Squad that shit you always come up with. Why are you scared of me? Am I gonna bash you through the phone? NO. If you had a problem with us, why didn't you talk to us about it instead of making your mom call us and threatening us to report to Fitzpatrick and getting us suspended. That's called VERBAL ABUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and Bradley, don't get this competition started. You know it's hard to choose. It's not easy. But although, what will be the stages in this? You know, if you get this started, your friendship won't be the same... Right? So please, don't. I don't want you two to become enemies or whatever even though you took that pledge. Still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the VMF Squad, I love you more than anything. Farah, I won't let you move. We can't get crazy anymore. Vivian, I'll help you through anything. The three of us are best friends and you guys are always there for me when I need you. And you know that I'm there for you two. I love you - yes, more than anything. Bitches before bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for school, I'm coming. Geeze. Wait. Let me finish my post! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-365250583120786173?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/365250583120786173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=365250583120786173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/365250583120786173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/365250583120786173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/05/saygoodbye.html' title='sayGOODBYE'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-3409749194964582009</id><published>2007-05-06T12:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T12:14:33.661+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Toast    - - Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.crunchcrunchscratchscratch.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She's back! From the ice age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random post - yes I know but Blake is being a cootie claiming the English table. Don't worry... I will buy Cake spray and I shall terminate the cootie problem! ^^ Wherever that spray would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Farah's sleepover. My gosh, her house was really nice! It's big and it's white. The white house! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did lots of crazy things. Her mom drove us around Malabar and I felt like I was on a field trip - or excursion. Whatever you call it. We went to Malabar beach and we started spraying each other with water and then... We made tiramisu and just watched movies. The next day, we went to the City and watched these dudes perform on the street. They were really cool but then, I'm still wondering, where did the balloon go when the guy ate it? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow. Am I looking forward to it? Yeah. Why did I say that? I don't know but right now, I would really like to go and sleep. Very nice! High five! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well... Gotta eat my toast. Burnt toast! Hehe! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-3409749194964582009?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/3409749194964582009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=3409749194964582009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3409749194964582009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3409749194964582009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/05/toast-bread.html' title='Toast    - - Bread'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-3234988168688092759</id><published>2007-05-02T15:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T15:38:50.381+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.whenyourecloseidontbreathe.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just came back from sport. =_= Netball. I might stick with it instead of Gardening. To be honest? It's actually fun. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this suppose to be the week to make Macey embarrassed or what? First, I go look for Bradley everywhere. Then I run away from him. Now? We can't help but say hi. It's like, when walk, we see each other. We just have to say hi to each other or make gestures to make the other person know that we see them. It's not like we have to or anything, but, we keep doing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this morning was akward. More akward than now. I walked to school like I do everyday, singing on the sidewalk and when I arrive in school, I see Vivian. And who else? Matt, Liam, Andreas, James, Jes, and... Bradley. I was going a bit crazy asking myself what he was doing there in the quad since he always is in the Music Room or near the VA area playing handball. So Matt approached me and of course, I was running away like usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Stay where you are. He's gonna go say hi to you." And I was like, "I can't. I have to go to my locker and besides, I'm gonna get a heart-attack okay?" But I guess they were stalking me and Vivian. So, after I got my things out of my locker, we were all frozen near the F block akwardly. Like, everyone kept saying to Bradley to say hi to me. And the other half told me to say hi to him. ARGH! Life is so confusing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing you know at recess, he took up the courage to say - no, SCREAM "Hi Macey" and what did I do? I took a deep breathe (Because I know that I was gonna need it) and I walked over to him to have a decent conversation. Now I know what's on your head. Why didn't I just say hi to him in the first place right? Well, to be honest... I was kind of getting sick making all the first move. I was the first one to say hi to him in the hallway or wherever I see him and also because I told him that I liked him. It would be akward if I said "Hi!" and make him run away. That's just... No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I was done with that. Now fast forwarding to Sport. I was there getting ready for Netball. And who do I see? Him and his friends. =_= Gosh. What did I do? I waved at him and he waved back. And then... I ran away. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ask him out? Geeze. Don't ask me that. I don't even know if the guy likes me or not. To be honest, I don't know why I'm blogging about him too. But I think because this is how my whole Wednesday went. Buuuuuuttttt... I'm starting to like netball. Really. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodiebye! Oh and hey, I'm okay with Blake now. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-3234988168688092759?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/3234988168688092759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=3234988168688092759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3234988168688092759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3234988168688092759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-are-fine.html' title='You Are Fine'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-8341268839156529316</id><published>2007-05-01T15:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T16:59:14.816+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Save The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.schoolphotos.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I got my school photos today. I know I know, "Oh no!" To be honest, my photo looks really... Ew. I'm serious man! I was like, "Is this me?!" I was just laughing my head off with Vivian and Farah. We were actually pointing to people (On the photo) and we were laughing at them. I know it was rude but that's how we find happiness. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Bradley's photo and I was like to the Squad, "Hey it's him! Woooooaaaah... He looks freakishly bad looking there." We pause, and... Laugh. We also pointed at H2O, Red, Green, Springy, and others. It was mean and rude and I telephatically apologized to them but I swear, we were only laughing at the boys. Okay, so maybe there were one or two girls but those were for good reasons. Excluding ourselves. Teehee. Meany Macey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, school was fine today. Oh and FYI (For your information) I'm just gonna keep talking here. We had Mr. Yee for Drama. We think Mr. L was sick today or something came up but anyways... We had him and James came over to our class since his work in Spanish didn't come today. That's the reason why we were in IA. The class were just painting and minding their own business while Kat, Yass, Lillian, and I got picked on by Mr. Yee for laughing out loud when he was talking. &gt;&lt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our paint fight because we had wet paint on our hands from Matt. I was running away so I guess I really didn't get that much paint on the face but my hands make it up. ^^   Today was so woah. I was running to the VA hallway and then Andreas Rosonakis screams out loud, "Bradley lover!" I don't know what he did but when I was running to C block for English... I saw Bradley. What did I do? The two of us froze and then... I ran away.   What? It's not like I can help it! It's really embarrassing okay? He knows that I like him - alot and what do we both do? Run away. I know that it won't do anything to make us closer or whatever but if I don't run away from him... I get heart attacks. Vivian and Farah likes to tease me about it since Vivian is with him in IST / Computer Studies and Farah? I think she's with him in Commerce. So lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to "Say Okay" by Vanessa Anne Hudgens. I can't help it. It's catchy. LMAO. Hehe. Anyways, gotta run! Meeting my parents in this restaurant. Eek! Oh, and I got my Science ESSA thing back. I got Level 4. Well, until then! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-8341268839156529316?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/8341268839156529316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=8341268839156529316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8341268839156529316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8341268839156529316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/05/save-world_9084.html' title='Save The World'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-2754239795486271461</id><published>2007-04-29T21:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T21:46:55.784+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.whatthehellwereyouthinking.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ARGH! Yay! Happy 14th birthday to me! I know I haven't blogged for erm... 6 days or one week but anyways, at least I'm blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things happening that I don't even have time to stop and check my email. So today, I did myself a favour and I checked it. 109 emails. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched this movie; Donnie Drako and it's a bit... Freaky. I watched half-way through it so to be honest, I didn't really get it but it's philosophical (???) in a way. I'm just guessing here people. So watch it and tell me what you think because I need to know and because I'm doing film reviews in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's APRIL 29. And I officially turned 14 at 4 AM. ^^; What did I do? Well, let's see... I got a surprise birthday bash from the Squad. They're awesome than ever and I got a bunny (That we all named MIDNIGHT - for special reasons.) and this furry and so soft scarf and gloves (For the snow trip) and money and some more stuff. It was really fun because they blind-folded me and then there were 3 (!?!) cakes waiting. Yum. So I guess I gained some weight on behalf of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... Were gonna perform a song in Leah's (Viv's cousin) birthday. And Mana Sonia (Another cousin) gave us specific colors to wear. Vivian has to wear purple, I have to wear either yellow or pink (I chose yellow), Farah has to wear pink (She got the other choice), Claudia has to wear green and Melody has to wear... Eh... White or Blue... I think. I have to re-think again. Heh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have school tomorrow. Oooooh seems to be that Friday is when something really big happens. Like, something very VERY important. Thursdays aren't really lucky for me. Like, last Friday something good happened and on Thursday... I got homework. They don't really have to be good things or really bad things. They could be small also. I'm just happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that the bunny (Midnight) that I got (From Farah. She also got me really pretty necklaces) is super soft? It's like those kinds that you can feel all night long and you won't get tired of it. Okay okay, so it's a bit erm... Hard to explain but it says on my astrology (I'm a taurus and yes, I believe and I read them) that I really love sensual things especially things that are soft and good to touch. It says that my ruling planet is Venus and that I really love things that are good looking for my throat. Which is my strong area. The throat - I mean. To be honest, I don't know why I'm talking about my astrology/horoscope but hey, that's kind of helpful to remenisce (Reminisce? Remenisce? Don't know which one) about my 14th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing. When I did that test thing on Friday, I kind of cheated you can say. I put for the age 13 but now I'm 14. I don't really have to change it right? Because... Like... I was 13 when I did the sit ups and the weighing and yeah... So... Do I still have to? Midnight says no. I think I'll stay with that too. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have first period of Geography and then Science tomorrow followed by Maths and English. The last two periods are for Music. =_= I think I'll go hit the sacks now or something. Yeah. I'm getting kicked out of the computer anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MACEY! &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-2754239795486271461?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/2754239795486271461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=2754239795486271461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2754239795486271461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2754239795486271461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/04/say-goodbye.html' title='Say Goodbye'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-3515597846123151479</id><published>2007-04-23T16:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T16:12:05.682+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Come Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.willyoustickwithmethroughwhatever.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So okay. My voice is gone but I think it will be back tomorrow - hopefully. I woke up at 8 AM this morning and started singing "Say Okay" by Vanessa Anne Hudgens until... Now. And alongside of that, I have been eating cold and frozen fruits. Eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school is tomorrow. Ew. I hate going back to school. I am talking to Vivian right now on the phone while typing and it is raining really hard. I'm eating spicy noodles while... Waiting for my mom to bust me out of the computer. I am so liking Zac Efron right now. &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... I went and watched Stomp The Yard with Vivian and she cried. Hehe. It was funny and then I wanted to protest because of Chris Brown dying but then all of us started laughing instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I am so bored to death here right now and school is tomorrow. ARGH! I don't wanna go to ENGLISH, MATH, DRAMA, GEOGRAPHY, and SCIENCE. I wish not a lot of people go to school. Naming the people that I don't really wanna see. I mean, I'm okay seeing my friends but not the people that I really am not fond of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I should be happy this week cuz it's my birthday week. I made a promise to me that I will try not to be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Yeah right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-3515597846123151479?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/3515597846123151479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=3515597846123151479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3515597846123151479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3515597846123151479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/04/baby-come-back.html' title='Baby Come Back'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-5338338677232846372</id><published>2007-04-23T11:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T11:06:17.726+10:00</updated><title type='text'>;  sayOKAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.whenitsnotalright.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5VvvVxuKko"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5VvvVxuKko" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are fine&lt;br /&gt;You are sweet&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still a bit naive with my heart&lt;br /&gt;When you're close I don't breathe&lt;br /&gt;I can't find the words to speak&lt;br /&gt;I feel sparks&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna start seeing you&lt;br /&gt;If I can't be your only one&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when it's not alright&lt;br /&gt;When it's not ok&lt;br /&gt;Will you try to make me feel better?&lt;br /&gt;Will you say alright? (say alright)&lt;br /&gt;Will you say ok? (Say ok)&lt;br /&gt;Will you stick with me through whatever?&lt;br /&gt;Or run away&lt;br /&gt;(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be ok)&lt;br /&gt;Say Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you call I don't know if I should pick up the phone every time&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like all my friends who keep calling up the boys, I'm so shy&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna be into you&lt;br /&gt;If you don't treat me the right way&lt;br /&gt;See I can only start seeing you&lt;br /&gt;If you can make my heart feel safe (feel safe)&lt;br /&gt;When it's not alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's not ok&lt;br /&gt;Will you try to make me feel better?&lt;br /&gt;Will you say alright? (say alright)&lt;br /&gt;Will you say ok? (Say ok)&lt;br /&gt;Will you stick with me through whatever?&lt;br /&gt;Or run away&lt;br /&gt;(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be ok&lt;br /&gt;Don't run away, don't run away)&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if it's gonna be you&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you've got some things to prove&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that you'll keep me safe&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to run away so&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that you'll call on time&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that you'll help me shine&lt;br /&gt;Will you wipe my tears away&lt;br /&gt;Will you hold me close and tight&lt;br /&gt;When it's not alright&lt;br /&gt;When it's not ok&lt;br /&gt;Will you try to make me feel better&lt;br /&gt;Will you say alright? (say alright)&lt;br /&gt;Will you say ok? (Say ok)&lt;br /&gt;Will you stick with me through whatever?&lt;br /&gt;Or run away&lt;br /&gt;(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be ok)&lt;br /&gt;Say OK&lt;br /&gt;(Don't run away, don't run away)&lt;br /&gt;(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be ok, don't run away)&lt;br /&gt;Will you say OK&lt;br /&gt;(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be ok)&lt;br /&gt;(don't run away, don't run away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-5338338677232846372?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/5338338677232846372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=5338338677232846372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5338338677232846372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5338338677232846372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/04/sayokay.html' title=';  sayOKAY'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-8609996158973946379</id><published>2007-04-22T12:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T13:04:05.889+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Error In Terror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.sadfairytale.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am currently in TEIT. The Error In Terror. Yes it's a band with... Geena, Nasreen, Jess and me. Wow. I'm doing... Er... Singing. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made up this song and I wanted it to be called "The Faerie In The Soup Kitchen" because we want the title to be irrelevant but then Geena was like, 'too much neopets for you' LMAO. It's kinda true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the lyrics go. It's originally written by Geena but I edited some parts of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She's flicking through her fashion magazine&lt;br /&gt;Rolling around in her fancy limousine&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find what's trendy this season&lt;br /&gt;Just give her five minutes of reason (Just five minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Her 'drobe would be completely different&lt;br /&gt;Enough for her to get into it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friends are all the same&lt;br /&gt;Wannabes, preps, and babes&lt;br /&gt;Why do they play the exact game?&lt;br /&gt;When she would rather die&lt;br /&gt;To miss a name&lt;br /&gt;She's trying to find &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall is where she always is&lt;br /&gt;Hanging where everyone knows she's a tease&lt;br /&gt;Patiently waiting for the challenged teenager to pass her by&lt;br /&gt;She depends on these certain passerbys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friends are all the same&lt;br /&gt;Wannabes, preps, and babes&lt;br /&gt;They all play the exact game&lt;br /&gt;Why does she have to be like this?&lt;br /&gt;Tell her to get on her knees to drink our piss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attending many parties, she's the busy woman&lt;br /&gt;Drinking, smoking, dancing&lt;br /&gt;Only not the right dance&lt;br /&gt;Naughty boys check her when she drinks too much, &lt;br /&gt;Never remembers the after day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her bitchy friends are all the same&lt;br /&gt;Wannabes, preps, and babes&lt;br /&gt;They all play the exact game&lt;br /&gt;Why is she like this? &lt;br /&gt;When she knew that &lt;br /&gt;Her boys went further than a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be pregnant by tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But she won't be someone's wife&lt;br /&gt;Her everything will turn to sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be a waste of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well? How does it sound? I kinda like it. LMAO. So okay, it's biased because I'm a part of TEIT. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song that I'm really hooked with right now is "What Goes Around Comes Around" by Justin Timberlake. The tune's just so catchy for me. And also, "Glamorous" by Fergie. They're nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... I forgot to blog why I went to Easties yesterday. I went to watch a movie with Vivian, Melody, and Chanel. We watched "Stomp The Yard" because Vivy's boyfriend is in it. Chris Brown. She cried when he... Erm... Nevermind. I won't say it. I'd be a spoiler then. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I have to make the floor shiny now so I have to mop it. Yes, I'm secretly a janitor in SSHS. You just didn't know that. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... I really have to go now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-8609996158973946379?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/8609996158973946379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=8609996158973946379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8609996158973946379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/8609996158973946379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/04/error-in-terror.html' title='The Error In Terror'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-4343442649711628611</id><published>2007-04-22T12:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:36:08.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Build God, Then We'll Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.mimewhat.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GO PARAMORE! Sorry. I just watched Panic! At The Disco... And it was like, WOAH. I got the whole thing but the music just didn't match the video. That could've been for like, what, Lying Is The Most Fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I watched this other video made by students for school and for me, it's a whole lot better. You actually get it and it has sense. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmh9yJl0CvM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmh9yJl0CvM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well anyways, I went to Easties yesterday and I saw a lot of students from SSHS. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when that happens. I mean, not that I have a grudge against it or something but... Can you at least make the guy I like go to Easties? It seems like he always stays at home. I didn't even see him yesterday. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Making a high school forum. Well, watch the vid and see you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-4343442649711628611?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/4343442649711628611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=4343442649711628611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/4343442649711628611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/4343442649711628611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/04/build-god-then-well-talk.html' title='Build God, Then We&apos;ll Talk'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-5907298373171624146</id><published>2007-04-16T09:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T10:22:24.515+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time To Disco .// RED CARPET &amp; REBELLION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.youRCRpeoplearelove.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh my goshness... Erm... Wow... It's... Uh... Okay... Really... That was... WOAH! I can't believe this. This is AMAZING! I can't believe this. I'm going into total spaztic mode but I REALLY don't care. *Runs around the whole house*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I just can't get over this. Sorry. *Clears throat* I guess I should be telling you what I'm all spaztic about. Well... I'm going to meet Britney Spears! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Ahahahahaha NO. It's more than that really. I made my first ever banner in graphics making. I know, sounds stupid but if you're a total PSP crazy maniac like me, it's a big deal than it is. Hey. Don't insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. I love this day, officially. My mom's out for work in Bondi, my dad's off for work and I'm the only one at home. What better way to spend the rest of the day making graphics?! Well, for a few days you'll mostly hear me talking endlessly about graphics but of course, that doesn't mean that I'll leave out my life ranting. It's part of it. Whaddya expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. But honestly, I know I told you before that I'm a total PSP gork (Combine a geek and a dork = gork) so... I'm just proud of myself for making an Alexis Bledel banner. I made two 450x500 blends. The first one was Veronica Mars which came out pretty good to tell you the truth and the second one was Ugly Betty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS IS THE START OF MACEY'S OWN VERSION OF... GRAPHICS MAKING - FOR DUMMIES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I got some of my friends in RcR to comment and criticize because they are love and without them, you wouldn't improve. As for the Veronica Mars one, they said it was perfect. Fantastic for the first try (CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!) And the light textures and the brushes that I have used were perfect. (Hehe. They didn't even detect that I used a light texture with a cat on that. That's why it had some evidence of whiskers.) As for the Ugly Betty, I showed them the original canvas of the 450x500 blend. Since the theme is Ugly Betty - I had to go crazy and express myself on that one. It was hard really. Trying to find some colors that just really didn't go well but I had to make it go well. You know what I mean? If not, I'll go explain. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So what I mean is, take two colors, umm... How about, neon pink and brown? That doesn't go well does it? Think that those two colors represent Betty. Her fashion sense. But somehow, using other textures (I suggest you go crazy with them) and brushes (Not so much with these) you have to make those two colors go well. Which makes the picture interesting. Take note that blends aren't only for textures as well. They need to have pictures and fonts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops. Getting ahead of myself. What is graphics making? What is a blend? How do I start making a blend? What is PSP? Why are you so obsessed with graphics making? Isn't it just a waste of time? How do I start becoming a graphic artist? Does it have an age limit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOLD IT! &lt;/span&gt;These are the kind of questions graphic makers live with everyday. For other graphic genuises, it's normal to ask but for other impatient graphic artists (Take me, for an example) they get quite annoying. So, before you ask me these questions again, I'll answer them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is graphics making?&lt;/span&gt; Simple. You create graphics. This of course, doesn't just mean anime graphics or TV show graphics. There are DIFFERENT kinds of graphics. Animation, 3D, TV advertising, and so much more! In order to make graphics, you need a graphics program. That means, that you need some kind of program (Not PAINT) to create them. What kind of programs are there? Well, there's the oh so famous, PS (Photoshop - these range from 5 to CS3) PSP (Ranges from 5 to X), the free program; GIMP. There's a lot more than that. It'd probably take forever for me to explain. You can purchase them in computer shops. I think they probably cost around $150+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is a blend?&lt;/span&gt; A blend is... Blending! It's actually very hard to explain, but I'll do my best. A blend needs 2 or more pictures. It could be about anything. Just make sure you have a theme. So, actually, you can go crazy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do I start making a blend?&lt;/span&gt; Simple. Open a new canvas ranging from the size of 450x500 - 800x800. Get your pictures, and blend away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is PSP?&lt;/span&gt; It's a type of graphics program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are you so obsessed with graphics making?&lt;/span&gt; Because it's an art. It's one way of expressing yourself. Once you start making graphics, you'll understand. At first, it's hard but once you get all of your graphic program functions, you'll get obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't it just a waste of time?&lt;/span&gt; Some people think it is. But if you have a reason to do it, no, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do I start becoming a graphic artist?&lt;/span&gt; Well, you can do it anyway you like it! At first, I started off by admiring people that did it. When I had a friend who owned PSP9, I told her to give it to me so that I could download it in my computer. When I had it, I first tried a signature. Ooooh trust me, I did NOT know what to click. And the result? Ew. I wanted to give up but when you go to forums (Another thing you need when you do graphics) you see other people and you get inspired. So, in one way, it's like saying... Inspiration is one thing that you need to have when making graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does it have an age limit?&lt;/span&gt; Heck no! You can even start making graphics when you're 100 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MACEY'S GUIDE TO GRAPHICS MAKING FOR DUMMIES WILL CONTINUE - SOON. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-5907298373171624146?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/5907298373171624146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=5907298373171624146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5907298373171624146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5907298373171624146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-time-to-disco-red-carpet-rebellion.html' title='It&apos;s Time To Disco .// RED CARPET &amp; REBELLION'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-638585396893064633</id><published>2007-04-13T20:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T21:14:21.753+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little More About My Geekiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;itscalledalexisbledel.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alright. So one of my new friends; Frenchie is awesome. So, who's Frenchie? Frenchie is this girl from RcR (Red C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;arpet Rebellion) a forum/graphics site that I'm in. If you're wondering... My username is &amp;&amp;amp;Madmoiselle_ (Yes, I know it's spelt wrong) and I'm in the beginners group. So to sum it all up, my graphics suck. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, let's all calm down. I know but yes, I'm currently obsessed in icon making and I am on an icon making PSP (Paint Shop Pro - that's what PSP means to me) spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am gaga over the most fantabulistic actresss and model in the whole entire world; Alexis Bledel. She's my rolemodel. &lt;333 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting on the 24th (Or according to Mr. "Superhero" aka Blake) and then, we don't go to school and then we go back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;school. Yes, confusing isn't it? Hehe. It's kinda funny in a way. I think no one would really go to school on that week. If people did - it'd be a miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no, I haven't been to the Easter show yet. Am I going? I don't know. Do I want to go? Yes of course! But hey, there would always be next year... Right? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! My birthday is officially 15 days away and the anticipation is killing me! I'm finally turning 14. Hey... 14 is a big part of life. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; BECAUSE you only get to be 14 once. Don't lose that chance (Right. Like anyone would. Hey... Actually some people can. If they die early.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Bee - luff has forced me to go into a GOTW (Graphics of the week) competition in RcR and yes, as gullible as I am, I joined. So my 3 choices for my icons (I did icons because they are my worse area and I need to work on them. For my signatures? I need to recap!) are: Alexis Bledel (Nah?!) Veronica Mars (Another project I'm working on - don't ask.) OR Mandy Moore (Another rolemodel) and Gilmore Girls (Two words: Alexis Bledel.)  So there you go. I am done with my 1st canvas which is Alexis Bledel. Wanna see? Ooooh okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.tinypic.com/486e8lk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.tinypic.com/486e8lk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, that's all I've got so far. What am I watching? The Sixth Sense. The best suspense/horror movie ever. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Mom telling me to log off. =_=  That's all what happened! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-638585396893064633?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/638585396893064633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=638585396893064633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/638585396893064633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/638585396893064633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/04/little-more-about-my-geekiness.html' title='A Little More About My Geekiness'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.tinypic.com/486e8lk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-7295249946482561707</id><published>2007-04-12T14:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T14:29:23.178+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.comehithimup.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOL. Hehe. Sorry for the late posting u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tes. As you see, another big thing has happened in my life so, there, the layout has changed. It's a bit emo and yes, I am aware of that. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VMF has had their first hosting sleepover! *Claps frantically* Yes yes, I will post pictures so that you all can oogle over it. LMAO. Riiiight. Anyways, please visit this site and leave us comments! &lt;a href="http://www.vmfsquad.piczo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VMF SQUAD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go!  Erm... Yeah. So pictures. Right got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lbS36M86YPY/Rh21dtG909I/AAAAAAAAAAU/u-UXXqZVZ3U/s1600-h/IMG_1952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lbS36M86YPY/Rh21dtG909I/AAAAAAAAAAU/u-UXXqZVZ3U/s320/IMG_1952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052393878909211602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lbS36M86YPY/Rh204tG908I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Au7VeNFtnZE/s1600-h/IMG_1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lbS36M86YPY/Rh204tG908I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Au7VeNFtnZE/s320/IMG_1717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052393243254051778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-7295249946482561707?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/7295249946482561707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=7295249946482561707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/7295249946482561707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/7295249946482561707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/04/sleepover.html' title='Sleepover'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lbS36M86YPY/Rh21dtG909I/AAAAAAAAAAU/u-UXXqZVZ3U/s72-c/IMG_1952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-5565334583930079235</id><published>2007-04-09T23:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T23:23:56.840+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging For 11:20 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.youwillnevergetoveritever.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*JAWS music playing* So, there we go. Another witness. May I ask you this question, what were you doing at exactly 11:19:27:05 PM? Mhmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. Sorry. I just felt like saying that. Well, school's out for Term 1. Term 2, Weel 3, I shall be getting my Science half yearly. Can you scream? SCREAM! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelena sent me a postcard that I didn't get yet. I know because I'm psychic and because she emailed me about it. Her her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept over Vivy, honey's place. For 2 days! OMG! And ohmyfreakinggoodnesscanyoubelieveijustdidthisbecauseevenicantanditssoamazing I curled my hair. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We [Farah, ALyanne, Melody, Vivian, Claudia and I] went to Easties on Saturday, and we watched Are We Done Yet? It was FREAKY because these guys took pictures of us. And all you saw throughout the movie was a camera flashing. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 11:23 PM and you have not told me anything what you have done within the past minutes. Answer now and you shall be spared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random. BMW! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-5565334583930079235?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/5565334583930079235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=5565334583930079235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5565334583930079235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5565334583930079235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/04/blogging-for-1120-pm.html' title='Blogging For 11:20 PM'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-2478695651528691584</id><published>2007-04-01T15:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T15:57:56.588+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.itsthenewcommunication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OK. I'm back! April fools! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah... Just here to show you guys some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gfx.filmweb.pl/p/91879/po.148380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 186px;" src="http://gfx.filmweb.pl/p/91879/po.148380.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;^ He's MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-2478695651528691584?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/2478695651528691584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=2478695651528691584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2478695651528691584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2478695651528691584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/04/computer.html' title='Computer'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-2455730613248745971</id><published>2007-04-01T13:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T13:20:44.515+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Dance II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.itsaremix.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OK. So sorry about my before post. I guess I got cut off. Argh. Blogger smogher. Well, let's put all my anger for Blogger aside and just relax. It's APRIL FOOLS day! Whoot! Whoever's reading this, imagine me giving you a pinch and a punch for the first day of the month. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to talk about what happened in the old post so let us talk about something else such as... CODY LINLEY is THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOTTEST &lt;/span&gt;guy person I have ever met. He's mine. End of story, please. Oh, you can see him by searching him up on Google and yeah, he appeared on four episodes of Hannah Montana. &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... Rami is now in the phrase of saying yer. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my birthday is 28 days away! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy is confused between two guys. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School vacation is this Thursday! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to survive... 3 or 4 days of school. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the ski trip with Richard, Vivian, Alyanne, Farah, and others! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to pay $100 in the front office before 5th of April. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo...Kay. Now were done with those things, I can say that... Er... Um... I'm doing my IST project now? Nyeeeehhhhh... HEEEEEY who cares? I'm sleeping over Vivy's place on the holidays - whoot whoot! So now, I'm 50/50 ish living in Matraville and in Maroubra. Oh my Snakadidddledoo! On the other hand, my 'rents and I saw this place in Hillsdale... Not tellin you if were moving or not. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on myspace? LMAO. I need to do my project now or else my mom will kill me. Ok, not kill me. But I will get in very big trouble for procrastinating with this IST project thing. Arrrgh. I wonder if the other class has to do it. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! I'm going to the snow! WHOOT! Calm down. *Yogas*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that my arms are unproportioned to my body? Random I know but it's true. I just noticed it now. It's autumn here in Australia. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really go now... And start doing the 1000 words project for IST. I need to find my English poem because it's somewhere hiding in my room. What's the extended question? I really didn't get that. =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yooooooooooooooouzzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-2455730613248745971?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/2455730613248745971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=2455730613248745971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2455730613248745971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2455730613248745971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-to-dance-ii.html' title='Time To Dance II'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-4158042068515209493</id><published>2007-03-30T20:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T20:48:30.448+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.fasterfaster.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry for not updating for so long. Life is hectic and things have been pretty crazy and out of control. Today, I skipped four periods (thank God) and I just came in the last two periods of school because I had drama. It was entertaining, educational, and it really helped us with our scenes. Now, I know that drama just bored the hell out of some people so I won't talk about that (even though this blog is just a rant haven for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I got Richard to go in the ski trip. He could go except he was being lazy to get the slip thing so I got it for him and yeah, he's coming. Whoo! Were going snowboarding together. Har har. I don't even know how to snowboard... =_= Oh well, we'll learn. Somehow. It's good to be optimistic no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, well, I just really hate this because Jelena left for Serbia this Thursday and I'm just... Dead. I mean, my energy is just dead. I can't be all hyper because I'm gonna be all weird and stuff and I know it but when Jelena's weird, we really don't care whether we look retarded because were both having fun. When she isn't here, I feel alone-ish. Hey... That reminds me, the two of us had a debate once in the beginning of March because of something that I don't want to remember because I'm trying to erase it from my memory. It actually made our friendship even better because I can rely on her (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that I hate break ups and getting togethers-ish? Yes. I do. One of my besties; Rami is in deep pain right now. Just a few days ago, one of my friends Diana C (we have two Dianas in our class so I add their initial of their last name ok?) and Adam got together. Now, the thing is, Rami has had the HUGEST crush on Adam ever since they first saw each other (now I'm saying this in a Shakespear way) and ever since the world was first created or whatever. Diana C knew this but I guess Izzy got in the way (yes yes, she's another friend of mine - she does/did swimming with me too) and told Diana C that Rami didn't like Adam alot anymore which obviously, Diana thought was a good opportunity because well, Adam already asked her. Yeah, Diana C knew that Rami liked Adam. Duh! *Breathes* This is very hard to explain. So... With the permission of my friend Rami, I shall post this thing online so that you can read it. Here we go. All the italics are from Rami's POV (point of view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;izzy said not to tell anyone, but somehow it leaked out. she told me first thing through text:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;izzy: don't tell diana i told you because she will tell you herself but she and adam are together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;me: they are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;izzy: yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;me: oh. since when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;izzy: saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;me: oh. (by now i'm crying like crazy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;me: iz help, i dunno what i should do because i'm upset with diana but then i really don't want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;izzy: well i dunno wut you should do about it maybe just cool it and be happy for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; couldn't do that, it's REALLY HARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So... You got any ideas of helping her? If you do, leave a comment. Anyways, moving on... My other bestie (ever since like, ever.) Nancy is now crazy in lurveeeee with this boy named Yu Jie or whattheheckishisface and well, she had some troubles too because her friend; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-4158042068515209493?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/4158042068515209493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=4158042068515209493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/4158042068515209493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/4158042068515209493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-to-dance.html' title='Time To Dance'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-4604233047284704278</id><published>2007-03-26T17:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T08:08:40.848+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Yes Of Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.wouldyoulikesomecheesewiththat.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No... I'm not working in McD's. Yet. Ha ha! No no no. Really. Not working for anything. I just feel like talking like a McD's waitress so there you go. Not a resonable good answer but hey! It's an answer! Hehe... *Looks pleased with herself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. How many people thought that I was 14? It's a bit freaky. I'm TURNING 14 not 14. ...You get that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I'm not here to bombard you with my boring how my day went although that is the purpose of blogging you know... I'm just here to say hello and what's up and... WINTER'S COMING OH MY FREAKING FANCYPANTS! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Winter obsession. I &lt;333&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-4604233047284704278?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/4604233047284704278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=4604233047284704278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/4604233047284704278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/4604233047284704278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/03/right-yes-of-course.html' title='Right Yes Of Course'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-5346911668921941685</id><published>2007-03-23T22:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:05:30.946+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Week Has Passed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.andsogoestheworld.x&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am very sorry for my computer acting all weird. And not posting for the whole week. It's because my computer mouse isn't working. Again, it has turned against me and decided that it has a mind of it's own so my parents and I have to replace it because it is being a rebel. Thank you very much and that is my speech for tonight. Jokes! But honestly, I think my computer is secretly hating me for not using it as much as I used to but we will soon be rebonded since the 2 week holiday thing is coming soon. WHOOT! XD But hey, we might buy a new computer mouse tomorrow. M A Y B E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooorrrhhh... Today was really crappy because I had to pass a Geography assessment task, found out that I will have a PE and Science topic test, I have to do two of my deadly English homework (Note: If you are in Red all the way to Indigo, stay there. Do not go near Green or Blue for English. Unless you want homework marathon.) I swear, he could've just... PROTESTED. Although, the presents that he got was really hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. So I was in IST for first period of the day and as we were lining up to wait for Mr. Francis, Richard and I were in a deep conversation about birthday gifts. So I say, "Oh dude that sucks, my birthday is on April 29 and it has to fall on a Sunday." And then Jelena (See?! I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mention&lt;/span&gt; your name, let's all go die now. Awww... Don't worry, I still luff you. Remember, tonight. Don't forget to bring the whip cream! Har har.) goes, "Are you gonna have a party?" And then Chris goes, "Am I invited?" And then I go, "I don't know... Awww man!" But then of course, my transexual sister (Blame Hayley Bishop for this. She said that Richard and I looked like twins!!!) Richard saves the day by saying, "Don't worry, I'll give your birthday present on Friday." Which is now scaring me because he gave Blake really kinky pink fluffy handcuffs and a size 16 black lingerie. (It's his birthday today) I wonder what Blake's parents said when they saw the presents. Heck, I don't care about that. What I really want to know is what the cash register thought when Richard bought the presents. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on second period we had English which to be honest, I don't feel like talking about. So we shall skip to the part when we were in the computer room for English to research more about Australian poets. Jelena and I were sharing a computer and Michelle had her own because well, because she wanted to and I didn't really feel like opening a computer (Ok ok, so maybe the computers really didn't WANT to open... But that's not my fault! It's not like I did anything... Ok, so maybe all I did was press some buttons, heard a whirrling noise, and then it just didn't want to open. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I didn't do anything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;The computers hate me, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) All we did was go to this site called; http://www.whyville.com and we made a character named maceyxox. Which is me, but there are three of us sharing a character which is weird but cool and freaky and weird. Weird. Sorry, being repetitive - I know. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess wasn't bad - really. I sat on the bench with Stephanie and we talked about how guys have nipples. Why do guys have nipples? Never in my whole life have I thought of it until Stephanie brought it up. Yes it was... Unexpected but still... It's a pretty good question. Now all were planning to do is ask a PE teacher about it. Ehehehe... And then, I saw Jes aka PC (Prince Charming) with a new haircut! It really didn't suits him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Geography's up next. I have that class with Geena, Lauren, David, Simon, Josh, Michelle, Chris, Sam, Kat, and Jes. We had a substitute today so we really didn't do anything. Michelle and I were bored to death - honestly so all we did was send "love" notes to Jes saying, "I believe I can flyyyyy..." "I don't believe I can flyyyyy" and then the last two said, "Will you save us if we fall?" and "Will you save us if we don't fall?" Jes said no to the first one but the second one, he considered... I think. So anyways, I think he felt really bad for cutting his hair and well, I wanted to rub the fact in so I go to Michelle, "Michelle, how could he save us when he isn't Prince Charming anymore? He OBVIOUSLY lost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the hair&lt;/span&gt;." Ehehehe. Kat was sitting next to us with the handcuffs so Michelle took it and she started handcuffing people with it. Har har. Then we taught people how to do the seductive "How you doing?" look. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is... Math. Math math math math math math math. That reminds me of the song from School of Rock. "Math is a wonderful thing." Sorry. Anyways, I am kind of pissed of because Ms. Bacon hasn't given our Maths results yet and some of the other classes got theirs. She promised to give it to us this following week. If she doesn't... Joh my gosh. Well, were learning about something algebraic fractions. With the same denominator and stuff. To be honest, nothing exciting went on other than the fact that I learnt that Michael Wilton, Kaan Zaman, Raquel, and Alice got suspended for fighting. Michael VS Kaan in the gym and Raquel VS Alice in... The oval - I think. But anyways, that was all the Maths gossip I overheard. Aaaargh great! Now I feel like those girls from that book... What's it called... AH YES! Gossip Girl! There you go! I like this character whose best friends with Serena... What's her name... Starts with a B... B... Something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch. Exciting lunch. Met with Stephanie again and tortured Richard with the handcuffs. We tied everyone with the randomest things you can think of. The garbage can, the pole, the tree, the bench, other people's bag... Etc. And then when I got bored, I started asking people why they thought guys had nipples. I swear that is becoming like a documentary of some sort. I should bring a camera to record everything. XD Anyways, as I was saying, when things got bored, I went over to Yass and James F. The three of us started asking really retarded questions to people and saying random things such as, "James has manhair. EW! Shave will you?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE... Hahahaha. PE was not so bad. We had this thing where we had to try and measure what a standardized drink was for the alcohols written on the board. We came in second scoring 17 (The lowest score you get, the higher your rank is) but we didn't get any prize (Chocolates) So yeah... That was pretty much it and remind me that I will have a topic test on alcohol some time this coming week. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last but not least, Science... We had a lesson about the Earth's layer which I plan to not go back and remenisce about. But hey, it wasn't bad... *Ahem ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the school bell rang, I got to go home, had to walk up the tiring hill in the hotness, arrived home, took a cold long shower, ate noodles, waited until my dad was gone for work, and then I attacked the computer! WHEE! Here I am, back to I didn't. Which is to be honest, my most favorite thing to say in the world because I swear I didn't do anything when things break! *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was adding Yassmin in MSN and what's it called... Myspace, when my computer mouse started getting all retarded and it wouldn't go to the right area of the computer screen. I blew up so then I got some buds, remove the ball thingmajigger and cleaned the inside of the mouse. When I put it back on, it was being stubborn so I shut down the computer and decided that it would be better if I read some manga instead. So I did! I got sick of reading it afterwards because it was about my 50 millionth time reading it. I couldn't help myself not to go ON the computer and my mom was sleeping (Pretending to be sleeping - which I DIDN'T know.) So I took the chance and hopped on the computer praying to God that my mouse would cooperate with me. And it is... Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all that happened today. It is currently 11:03 PM and I am hungry. So I will now go off after telling you what happened today because I am scared that my stomach will go against me too. I want some Extra gum right now but I want to eat Sushi. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what I wanna eat to be honest. Oh well, Goodie bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If this computer doesn't work tomorrow, I SWEAR I didn't do anything."&lt;br /&gt;- Me; 11:04 PM, Friday, 23rd of March 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-5346911668921941685?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/5346911668921941685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=5346911668921941685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5346911668921941685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5346911668921941685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-week-has-passed.html' title='Another Week Has Passed'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-7678551115245907588</id><published>2007-03-18T19:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:31:15.760+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Just So You'd Known</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.thoughtyoushouldknowItriedmybesttocontrol.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't believe that on Tuesday, were doing the final drama act (!!!) and yes, honestly, I am scared out of my wits. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am "mad" at Farah because she invited Vivian to go over her place and I wasn't there and they're suppose to be my best friends. XD Jealousy... Oooh... LOL. Well, not really... I was here being all snappy working on the script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really pisses me off though is that Jess and Jake bother to not do anything with the play. It's just me working on the costumes, choreographs, and the script. I swear that I do not want them again in my group. Look, I'm not trying to be mean or anything but, if I had a group, I want that group to be working. Not just me, if they got a grade they didn't deserve, I would definitely go up to the teacher and complain. That's the kind of person I am. If I feel like they didn't deserve that grade they got, I would complain. If they got the grade they deserved, I would just be happy about it. There are lots more things I can rant about but I choose not to because... I don't want to. Ahehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Hans today. Haha! He was really... Well, he changed. He asked me what sport I was doing and I was like, "soccer and hip hop dancing." And he was like, "what happened to swimming?!" And I go, "but I go swimming every Saturday in Heffron Park." And he goes, "I knew that everything you do always has a connection with swimming." And I go, "Yeah...?" Like in a really confused way sortofish. Haha! And then he goes,"You're like the best swimmer I know. You can even beat me!" But the thing is, I'm not the best swimmer in the world because never in my life can I beat Micheal Phelps. Or however you spell his last name. He's hoooooooooooooot. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramona was online last night. The chatting IM box was really confusing because there were like, 8 people in it. There was; Ramona, Hans, Andy, Diana, Nancy, Mariah, Tiffany, and Anny. And everything was going crazy but it was okay. Everyone had a different color for their text so it was easy to tell. The conversation was really hilarious though. It went like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramona: Macccceeeeeey!&lt;br /&gt;Macey: Moniiiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;Mariah: RamonaxMacey = ALERT! DANGER!&lt;br /&gt;Hans: Yeah but Macey could probably beat you in swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Andy: No. I'm faster than her now.&lt;br /&gt;Macey: NOOOOO! That is not&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;possible!&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: Andy, you don't even know how to dive.&lt;br /&gt;Ramona: LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Diana: Ok, this conversation is crazy! But like, how's Aussieland?&lt;br /&gt;Macey: Yeah it's good. 'Tis a bit hectic. Andy, you are not faster than me!&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Yeah I am!&lt;br /&gt;Ramona: Prove it!&lt;br /&gt;Hans: YEEEEEEAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;Diana: I'm going to eat dinner. BRB.&lt;br /&gt;Mariah: Ok, hurry Diana! Wait, how is Andy faster?&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Because I train&lt;br /&gt;Macey: You stole my coach! G A S P&lt;br /&gt;Ramona: Macey, guys are only faster because they don't have ta-tas.&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Ta what?&lt;br /&gt;Hans: Ta tas. Boobs.&lt;br /&gt;Macey: :O  HANS! Language! XD&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: You guys are so psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Yeah but girls don't have penises.&lt;br /&gt;Hans: I have to agree with him on that.&lt;br /&gt;Mariah: Girls are better cuz they give birth&lt;br /&gt;Ramona: *Makes a birth giving sound*&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Ewwwww.&lt;br /&gt;Macey: If you could name your cat tuna or buttons, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Ramona: Tuna.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: Buttons.&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;Hans: Tennis&lt;br /&gt;Mariah: Winkles.&lt;br /&gt;Macey: WINKLES?!&lt;br /&gt;Mariah: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Hey, that rhyms with TINKLE!&lt;br /&gt;Hans: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, pretty much the conversation went on like that. And then I logged into myspace and then I changed my age to 53 and then 99. I'm a grandma. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah... On Friday I have so many assessment tasks due on that day. If I was born on that day, I would protest and come up with a lame but powerful excuse to stop the assessment tasks due on that day. I mean, please? It's the last day of the week and we have to pass assessments. Psssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, I have to work on my drama script so goodie bye! Oh and by the way, I made jelly! Strawberry jelly and I want to eat it now so that's another excuse to stop this post. Oooh and hey, I bought green cordial! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Kiwi. I wonder how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; will taste like. Can't wait! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-7678551115245907588?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/7678551115245907588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=7678551115245907588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/7678551115245907588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/7678551115245907588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-so-youd-known.html' title='Just So You&apos;d Known'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-2566007406817204223</id><published>2007-03-17T16:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T16:38:08.806+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Sitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.shesaysheyheyheywoahwoahwoah.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Saturday. Yeah! I'm happy that it's another weekend holiday for me. The week was really crazy! I had to do drama dress rehearsals and stuff. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaaaaaaaah anyways, I've been here in front of the computer for like, I don't know how long but I fixed my myspace and it's look soooooo cool. XD I also helped my mom fixed her site. If you have myspace, add me! http://www.myspace.com/mgc8181&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much going on but it's raining. Haha that reminds me of the song, "it's raining it's pouring, the old man is snoring..." Hehehehe. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww man. We aren't going to Vivian's place. That's sad. Anyways, I'm getting pretty hungry (again) so I better be off now. Ehehehehehe. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-2566007406817204223?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/2566007406817204223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=2566007406817204223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2566007406817204223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2566007406817204223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/03/saturday-sitting.html' title='Saturday Sitting'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-7955915305056619866</id><published>2007-03-16T16:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T17:40:15.057+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;x.thetimehascometoreblog.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess I have no excuse this time why I haven't been blogging...? Or maybe I do. Well, I do. Ahahahahaha! Mr. Ward is being evil and gave us an English essay to do and yesh, I had to memorize it and today was... I'll say that in the next paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, next paragraph. As I was saying, Mr. Ward decided to be evil Mr. Ward and made us do the essay (Ok so maybe the WHOLE Year 9 had to do it but still!) in the hall without notes. It was evil and my hands were shaking because I was so nervous but honest to God, that's a good reason! Really! Anyways, I chose the most stupidest place to sit for that essay. Right infront of the clock. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, nothing interesting happened today hence the fact that today was super busy for me. I kept running all over the place it scared me. I felt as if I was really in Year 12. Anyways, yeah so I was saying today was hectic because people wanted me to be in the Music room, in the Drama room, up in the Library and I had to study for that stupid essay test thing. Eeeeeh! So I just told everyone to stuff themselves and I was in Ms. Emo's room studying in peace. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two or three days, I have spent my days with my best friend; Vivian. She came over my place (+ her family so it was a full house) and then the next day, my mom and I were at her place and then tomorrow, we will eat dinner at her place because her mom invited us and then Vivian, Melody, and me will go to Easties and then... Yeah. It's gonna be fun and I will fail my Geography and Science assessment tasks because I will do them in the last minute and my parents will kill me when they know that I'm in MSN right now and not doing my work but you know that I can't help it because MSN is addicting and I'm making graphics and I need to put a full stop right here but I can't because my mind wants to say so many things. *Breathes* There we go! All set and ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, drama was scary. I would help if I didn't know so much people that were watching but Mr. Loucopolous had to be evil Mr. Loucopolous so then some of my friends ended up watching me projecting my OTT loud voice. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that I'm in MSN right now? And also making graphics and I'm... Who the heck is Bing bang digga rigga dong? Sorry. MSN window popped up. Heh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Graphics making time. I have to turn on the lights but I can't be bothered but I really have to or else my eyes will go worse (is there such thing?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of my friends say that I was "Dead." No comment on that. That is all for my LIFE OF MACEY JOMG collage drama. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-7955915305056619866?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/7955915305056619866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=7955915305056619866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/7955915305056619866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/7955915305056619866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-to-blog.html' title='Time To Blog'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-3363877301091466560</id><published>2007-03-12T17:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:02:33.167+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY FAVORITE LYRICAL MOMENT'/><title type='text'>Inbetween Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CURE - INBETWEEN DAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Yesterday I got so old  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I felt like I could die  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday I got so old  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It made me want to cry  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go on go on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just walk away  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your choice is made  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go on go on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And disappear  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go on go on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Away from here  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  And I know I was wrong &lt;br /&gt;When I said it was true &lt;br /&gt;That it couldn't be me and be her &lt;br /&gt;Inbetween without you &lt;br /&gt;Without you  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Yesterday I got so scared &lt;br /&gt;I shivered like a child &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday away from you &lt;br /&gt;It froze me deep inside &lt;br /&gt;Come back come back &lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away &lt;br /&gt;Come back come back &lt;br /&gt;Come back today &lt;br /&gt;Come back come back &lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see &lt;br /&gt;Come back come back &lt;br /&gt;Come back to me  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  And I know I was wrong  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I said it was true  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That it couldn't be me and be her  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inbetween without you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4CgWhNSD3KI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4CgWhNSD3KI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr size="1"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.musicfanclubs.org/cure/images/blue.jpg" alt="1:" height="3" width="10" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-3363877301091466560?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/3363877301091466560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=3363877301091466560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3363877301091466560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/3363877301091466560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/03/inbetween-days.html' title='Inbetween Days'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-351574566729926917</id><published>2007-03-12T16:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:01:06.678+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Close To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CURE - CLOSE TO ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've waited hours for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've made myself so sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish i'd stayed asleep today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I never thought that this day would end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I never thought that tonight could ever be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just try to see in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just try to make it work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To feel the fear before you're here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I make the shapes come much too close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I pull my eyes out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hold my breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And wait until i shake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But if i had your faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then i could make it safe and clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If only i was sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That my head on the door was a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've waited hours for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've made myself so sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish i'd stayed asleep today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I never thought that this day would end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I never thought that tonight could ever be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But if i had your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I could make it safe and clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If only i was sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That my head on the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Was a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p3hdytcAUjI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p3hdytcAUjI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-351574566729926917?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/351574566729926917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=351574566729926917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/351574566729926917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/351574566729926917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/03/close-to-me.html' title='Close To Me'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-5820125110511046111</id><published>2007-03-12T16:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:59:04.770+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw Me Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KORN - THROW ME AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Flesh wound, flesh wound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With medication it will fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Should I assume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That someone hears me when I pray?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Love, full of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you love how I break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't let them throw me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Keep me and I'll be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Skipping a beat but it plays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't let them throw me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't let them throw me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Screwed up, used up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Crumpled, lying on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fucked up, shut up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All you did back then was score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm feeling weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Missing parts, incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hold me up into the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fix the cracks and fix them right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Keep the pieces in the drawer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Keep them there forever more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; May come in use for some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Recycle this shit in some way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And all that I have to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't let them throw me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHcGgdEVgBU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHcGgdEVgBU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-5820125110511046111?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/5820125110511046111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=5820125110511046111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5820125110511046111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5820125110511046111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/03/throw-me-away.html' title='Throw Me Away'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-2185116922893796159</id><published>2007-03-12T16:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:56:38.488+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KORN - LOVE SONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Mother!&lt;br /&gt;You're holding my heart, screaming&lt;br /&gt;Motherfucker!&lt;br /&gt;They left me broken, bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Son of!&lt;br /&gt;The man you loved and left for&lt;br /&gt;The son of a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;Who tried to show me death's door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's eliminated&lt;br /&gt;Everything is dedicated&lt;br /&gt;My belief destroyed my hated?&lt;br /&gt;Never get what's over-rated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love song for the dear departed&lt;br /&gt;Head stone for the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;Arms to kill&lt;br /&gt;Or flowers to steal&lt;br /&gt;Head trip for the mortal earthbound&lt;br /&gt;One sip of the blood that I found&lt;br /&gt;Lying here&lt;br /&gt;Im dying here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in!&lt;br /&gt;Obituaries rain down&lt;br /&gt;Its ok!&lt;br /&gt;We're lying naked face down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it decapitated?&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me fascinated?&lt;br /&gt;Your the only thing I've damaged&lt;br /&gt;What you get to be mis-managed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love song for the dear departed&lt;br /&gt;Head stone for the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;Arms to kill&lt;br /&gt;Or flowers to steal&lt;br /&gt;Head trip for the mortal earthbound&lt;br /&gt;One sip of the blood that I found&lt;br /&gt;Lying here&lt;br /&gt;Im dying here&lt;br /&gt;Dying here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring me daffodils&lt;br /&gt;Bring a Boquet of Pills&lt;br /&gt;See some geranium&lt;br /&gt;Cracked to the crainum&lt;br /&gt;Protect me when you can&lt;br /&gt;Respect me when I am&lt;br /&gt;Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love song for the dear departed&lt;br /&gt;Head stone for the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;Arms to kill&lt;br /&gt;Or flowers to steal&lt;br /&gt;Head trip for the mortal earthbound&lt;br /&gt;One sip of the blood that I found&lt;br /&gt;Lying here&lt;br /&gt;Im dying here&lt;br /&gt;Love song for the dear departed&lt;br /&gt;Head stone for the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;Arms to kill&lt;br /&gt;Or flowers to steal&lt;br /&gt;Head trip for the mortal earthbound&lt;br /&gt;One sip of the blood that I found&lt;br /&gt;Lying here&lt;br /&gt;Im dying here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-0oIn3bPxU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-0oIn3bPxU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-2185116922893796159?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/2185116922893796159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=2185116922893796159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2185116922893796159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2185116922893796159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-song.html' title='Love Song'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-6161257100562651112</id><published>2007-03-12T16:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:55:13.855+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Undone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KORN - COMING UNDONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;When my brain's tickin' like a bomb&lt;br /&gt;Guess the black thoughts have come Again to get me&lt;br /&gt;Sweet bitter words&lt;br /&gt;Unlike nothing I have heard&lt;br /&gt;Sing along mocking bird&lt;br /&gt;You don't affect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right&lt;br /&gt;Deliverance of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Please strike&lt;br /&gt;Be deliberate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Wait&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming undone&lt;br /&gt;Irate&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming undone&lt;br /&gt;Too late&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming undone&lt;br /&gt;One looks so strong&lt;br /&gt;So delicate&lt;br /&gt;Wait&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to suffocate&lt;br /&gt;And soon I anticipate&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming undone&lt;br /&gt;One looks so strong&lt;br /&gt;So delicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choke choke again&lt;br /&gt;I thought my demons were my friends&lt;br /&gt;Getting me in the end&lt;br /&gt;They're out to get me&lt;br /&gt;Since I was young&lt;br /&gt;I've tasted sorrow on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;And this sweet sugar gun&lt;br /&gt;Does not protect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right&lt;br /&gt;Trigger between my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Please strike&lt;br /&gt;Make it quick now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to hold it together&lt;br /&gt;Head is lighter than a feather&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i'm not getting better&lt;br /&gt;Not getting better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-v4iT-MoVVs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-v4iT-MoVVs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-6161257100562651112?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/6161257100562651112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=6161257100562651112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6161257100562651112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/6161257100562651112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/03/coming-undone.html' title='Coming Undone'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-2845489979408839586</id><published>2007-03-12T16:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:48:18.276+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrical Issues'/><title type='text'>Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KORN - BLIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This place inside my mind, a place I like to hide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You don't know the chances. What if I should die?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A place inside my brain, another kind of pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You don't know the chances. I'm so blind! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Another place I find to escape the pain inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You don't know the chances. What if I should die?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A place inside my brain, another kind of pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You don't know the chances. I'm so blind! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Deeper!.. Deeper!.. Deeper inside me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; To live a life that seems to be a lost reality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That can never find a way to reach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My inner self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I stand alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How deep can I go in the ground that I lay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If I don't find a way to see through the gray that clouds my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This time I look to see what's between the lines!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I can see, I can see, I'm going blind... [x12]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm blind [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cWp5zJ35vt8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cWp5zJ35vt8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-2845489979408839586?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/2845489979408839586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=2845489979408839586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2845489979408839586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/2845489979408839586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/03/blind.html' title='Blind'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-5846454882614391491</id><published>2007-03-10T11:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T20:27:25.099+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;x.DoYouKnowHowToLove.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Finally I repost. I'm so sorry for not posting my dear blog. My computer officially hates me because I kept trying to put iTunes in it's RAM drive so it turned it's back on me and instructed itself to self destruct. =_=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well... After days of hiding under my bed, I finally decided that my muscles needed a strectch (Talk about a year of no swimming) because I have unintentionally gathered layers of fat on me, I ran. I ran around the whole Heffron Park this morning. You could say that I was out of breath and almost in death bed but it was worth it. I guess you could say that when too much things are happening around me and I can't cope up, I run. I run to hide so that the things won't catch up with me. See? I'm such a drama queen I should be an author (Ooooh... Not a bad idea... XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Blake and I are on speaking terms now. I guess it's better this way. I don't understand why he asked me out in the first place when all he could say to Geena and the others were, "No. I am not interested in her. Goodie bye." I would be okay. *Sighs* Anyways, at least were friends. It's really better this way - really. I just wish that he keeps all the things I told him to himself. I heard Jelena asking me things about my past and Blake's name immediately popped in my head. Evily I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hahaha! I kicked Michael on the shin and he started bleeding. XD Oh well, it wasn't my fault. He was being all kissy kissy on me and I HATE people like that so... I kicked him. To be honest, it felt good to kick someone and release all the stress around me. I feel really bad though because... Why was it Michael that I kicked? Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I honestly think in my little fantasy world, the teachers in SSHS are trying to kill us. I mean, I have 5 assessment tasks and a test coming up. *Breathes* Geeze. I mean, I'm almost done with the most boring English essay I have ever done. I have to start on that Geography one about Cyclone Larry... The one for IST, I haven't started on yet... The one with Drama in underconstruction... And the one for Science? I have no clue what to do on that. Which reminds me, I still have to study for Maths. Oh my Guugness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I got my glasses by the way. They actually look... Okay (???) and well, I don't care about my apperance when I wear it or anything but at least I can see better right? I have to wear it everyday. That's one thing that sucks about it. I can't see people from afar or what they're doing so I have to wear my glasses in order to see the people or things from afar. *Sigh* I might get braces too but I wish to God (I know there is so please show some Mercy) that I won't. I look like Ugly Betty everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;X was... Being nice. I don't get why Vivian is head over heels over sushi. I mean, sushi is just... Under age of the dating limit. Well, not really but for Vivian? Yes. Farah and I keep telling her to talk to him but she just can't. And I don't know, she's having weird feelings for Red. It's like she's hesitating but she's been gaga over him since... Last year! X was hot. XD But only Vivian and Farah know that. They are my best friends after all. Farah, *Shakes head* She likes H2O and her boyfriend; Ejoi. Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's kinda nice being single. It reminds me of Lena Kaligaris (My girl crush - a book character from my favorite book) it's like, she doesn't need anyone. Her besties are all she needs and she's voila, all fixed. But sometimes, I get too much like Bee Vreeland (Another favorite character) when I get all flirty and OTT. It's sad but I know I get like that. The truth always hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be a fun year. I could tell. I mean sure, there are really annoying things happening on the way but that doesn't stop anything right? Just keep moving and fwee! You're on the destination you want to be. And the destination I want to be in right now is where I am. With all the love and support I can get from my family and my friends. I'm happy being like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I have to start on my essays now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-5846454882614391491?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/5846454882614391491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=5846454882614391491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5846454882614391491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5846454882614391491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/03/time.html' title='The Time'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-5647924238305423430</id><published>2007-03-04T08:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T08:56:43.857+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Just To Let You Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.paramore.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh my God. I am not addicted to this new band called PARAMORE. *Squees with delight* My friend; Mariah (MSN met) introduced me to them and I just died last night from listening to them. Talking about last night...  It was pretty hectic. I'm not going to the movies today with Geena and the others because, because. So I dragged my poor mom with me to the movies and we watched together. My friends were being all sore and stuff so I was like, "fine then. I'll just go today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, paramore, paramore... You just have to download their songs. I'm obsessively going gaga which, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm afraid to say, is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;very normal. Nothing to write other than Jordan Wong asked me to go over his place yesterday. The thought just creeped the hell out of me so I decided against it. When he asked me out, I practically felt my bones jump out of my skin. This of course, is an overreacted response. Please take note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then, I shall post one of their lyrics and it's up to you to download it! ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PARAMORE - CONSPIRACY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Please speak softly, for they will hear us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And they'll find out why we don't trust them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Speak up dear cause I cannot hear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I need to know why we don't trust them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Explain to me this conspiracy against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And tell me how I've lost my power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Were can I turn? Cause I need something more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Surrounded by uncertainty I'm so unsure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell me why I feel so alone cuz I need to Know to whom do I owe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Explain to me this conspiracy against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And tell me how I've lost my power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I thought that we'd make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because you said that we'd make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And when all security fails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; will you be there to help me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Explain to me this conspiracy against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And tell me how I've lost my power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've lost my power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PARAMORE - BRIGHTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; So this is how it goes&lt;br /&gt;Well I, I would have never known&lt;br /&gt;And if it ends today&lt;br /&gt;I'll still say that you shine brighter than anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think we're taking this too far&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that it's not this hard?&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not this hard&lt;br /&gt;But if you take what's your's and I take mine&lt;br /&gt;Must we go there?&lt;br /&gt;Please not this time. No, not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is not your fault&lt;br /&gt;But if I'm without you&lt;br /&gt;Then I will feel so small&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to go&lt;br /&gt;Always know that you shine brighter than anyone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think we're taking this too far&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that it's not this hard?&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not this hard&lt;br /&gt;But if you take what's your's and I take mine&lt;br /&gt;Must we go there?&lt;br /&gt;Please not this time. No, not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you run away now,&lt;br /&gt;Will you come back around?&lt;br /&gt;And (of) 'if' you ran away,&lt;br /&gt;I'd still wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Watching you shine bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think we're taking this too far&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that it's not this hard?&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not this hard&lt;br /&gt;But if you take what's your's and I take mine&lt;br /&gt;Must we go there?&lt;br /&gt;Please not this time. No, not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Watching you shine bright&lt;br /&gt;(You shine bright, you shine bright)&lt;br /&gt;I'll wave goodbye tonight.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-5647924238305423430?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/5647924238305423430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=5647924238305423430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5647924238305423430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5647924238305423430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-to-let-you-know.html' title='Just To Let You Know'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-5883495092182722272</id><published>2007-03-03T09:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T09:49:01.956+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Optemetrist Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;x.causewhenIsayIdoIdo.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK. I know I'm up early today but I can't help it. My body has this weird time clock thingymajigger and so yeah. I'm up. I went to the optemetrist and it is final. FINALLY. FINALLY. Geeze, I've been waiting for a whole week about this appoitment and the lady was nice to me too. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm getting my glasses on Monday or Tuesday the latest. I thought it would be for like, two weeks (Which I was, hoping not to) and I would only have to wait for... 2-3 days. YAY! Or maybe because I need it for school... Mhmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well. At least that's done and I can breathe my sight of relief. People have been asking if I would wear it like, everyday or just for reading but I don't really know. I mean, if I keep taking it off and on (A really ugh process for me. I'm lazy. XD) I just won't be bothered to wear it and my eyes will just become worser (No such word. Please note.) So maybe I'll wear it all day long (... No comment ...) I don't really know. I'll just ask the nice ladies over there - again. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah. Here I am. Yes yes yes. Library at 10 AM at Saturday... Maybe I might go watch Mardi Gras today - if not? Go read a book and talk to my girlies. They're really... Always there. I love them to death. &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-5883495092182722272?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/5883495092182722272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=5883495092182722272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5883495092182722272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/5883495092182722272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/03/optemetrist-girl.html' title='Optemetrist Girl'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766583177516915240.post-727811087202711304</id><published>2007-03-02T17:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T18:50:54.068+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying From You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x.Whathaveyoudonetomyhappymemories.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So here we go, blogging. Everyone in school - I just wanted to stab. Honestly. Everybody was asking me all these stupid gay questions about how Blake and I ended up our "relationship." *Cries in annoyance* CAN YOU GET OVER IT?! Fuck OFF people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Now that my stress is released, I can now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PEACEFULLY&lt;/span&gt; blog about today. At lunch time Geena, Yaz, Marnie, Lauren, Nazarine, Stephanie, and I went up the music block and practiced Emily by From First To Last because that's what we are doing for Music Concert Day (!!!) and yes, I am nervous. I met this dude playing this funky guitar and Geena calls him "Squeakyman" and now, I do. Hehe. Some random guy (We were contemplating that it was Eddie Kang or Adam Brown) threw the banana at him. It his is arm and ALMOST ALMOST the guitar. Oh boy... I felt bad for him but most of all, the guitar. Poor guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone (Monica M, Jes, Bradley, James T, Eddie, and some dudes) was staring at us when we were singing Emily in the music room (Ms. Sainty's) and it was F-R-E-A-K-Y. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a song stuck on my head and there's nothing else to blog about so... I shall share it to the most ridiculous world I have lived in for the past 13 years of my life (Jokes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LINKIN PARK - LYING FROM YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; When I pretend everything is what I want it to be&lt;br /&gt;I look exactly like what you always wanted to see&lt;br /&gt;When I pretend, I can’t forget about the criminal I am&lt;br /&gt;Stealing second after second just cause I know I can but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t pretend this is the way it’ll stay I’m just&lt;br /&gt;(trying to bend the truth)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t pretend I’m who you want me to be, so I’m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Lying my way from you)&lt;br /&gt;No no turning back now&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna be pushed aside so let me go)&lt;br /&gt;No no turning back now&lt;br /&gt;(Let me take back my life,I’d rather be all alone)&lt;br /&gt;No turning back now&lt;br /&gt;(Anywhere on my own cuz I can see)&lt;br /&gt;No no turning back now&lt;br /&gt;(The very worst part of you is me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I remember what they taught to me&lt;br /&gt;Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be&lt;br /&gt;Remember listening to all of that and this again&lt;br /&gt;So I pretended up a person who was fittin’ in&lt;br /&gt;And now you think this person really is me and I’m&lt;br /&gt;(Trying to bend the truth)&lt;br /&gt;But the more I push the more I'm pulling away 'cuz I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (Lying my way from you)&lt;br /&gt;No no turning back now&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna be pushed aside so let me go)&lt;br /&gt;No no turning back now&lt;br /&gt;(Let me take back my life I’d rather be all alone)&lt;br /&gt;No turning back now&lt;br /&gt;(Anywhere on my own cuz I can see)&lt;br /&gt;No no turning back now&lt;br /&gt;(The very worst part of you)&lt;br /&gt;(The very worst part of you is ME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/766583177516915240-727811087202711304?l=supergirl8181.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/feeds/727811087202711304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=766583177516915240&amp;postID=727811087202711304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/727811087202711304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/766583177516915240/posts/default/727811087202711304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergirl8181.blogspot.com/2007/03/lying-from-you.html' title='Lying From You'/><author><name>Macey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07582927004067012638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lbS36M86YPY/SG9JLxRac7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p1pcI3H_Ok8/S220/IMG_5299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
