<?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-5190301390826096941</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:21:27.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life imitating Art imitating Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-497848862407302677</id><published>2010-06-09T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:57:51.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My PLR adventures</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Steve G Jones (Clinical hypnotherapist) (www.betterlivingwithhypnosis.com) I have gone down the path of past life regression. Let me tell y'all...It is AMAZING what lies buried in your subconscious. You're supposed to listen to the recoredings for 3 weeks, and I intend to tell my reader(s) of my PLR journies!&lt;br /&gt;I've done these two days so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/7/2010&lt;br /&gt;I discovered I was a girl named Mary, a girl in 1852 Kansas (age 15). The significant event in my life was watching my town burn down. I died from some awful disease (cholera or TB, I was coughing and my throat was on fire.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/8/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1684 London&lt;br /&gt;My name was Elizabeth (age 15). Betrothed to a man named Johnathan. He was CUTE!!! Uh, very fine clothing...corsets are interesting.  The important event was my marriage to Johnathan. We lived ina nice home. I died giving birth to a child. Can you say tragic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These will be more detailed, I promise. I just have to start journaling these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-497848862407302677?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/497848862407302677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-plr-adventures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/497848862407302677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/497848862407302677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-plr-adventures.html' title='My PLR adventures'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-6972096381746581120</id><published>2010-06-08T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:34:36.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, its been a while hasn't it?</title><content type='html'>It sure has! Wow, alot has happened. J and my friend have been dating for almost a year...I've lost more than a handful of &lt;s&gt;friends&lt;s&gt; bitches. And |I've had a few boyfriends. Nothing serious though. &lt;br /&gt;Btdubs, Flogging Molly is an amazing band. You should listen to them :)&lt;br /&gt;Self hypnosis has shown my that in 1852 Oklahoma (or Kansas) I was a 15 year old girl named Mary. It was AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;Uhm on the depressing side my uncle Ernie died this past summer. It was super sad. He had brain cancer. Amanda Riley, a girl from my school who was one of my friends also died from brain cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSITIVE I passed all my classes with A's and B's this year.&lt;br /&gt;When I think of more important things to write, I'll let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-6972096381746581120?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6972096381746581120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2010/06/wow-its-been-while-hasnt-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/6972096381746581120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/6972096381746581120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2010/06/wow-its-been-while-hasnt-it.html' title='Wow, its been a while hasn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-5134985422183544445</id><published>2009-08-28T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:33:09.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, that went well didn't it?</title><content type='html'>No, it didn't&lt;br /&gt;I hate the people who claim to be my friends.&lt;br /&gt;They blow things out of proportion&lt;br /&gt;I like a guy&lt;br /&gt;He likes me&lt;br /&gt;But we are friends and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;But SOMEONE decided that what me and this guy were doing was "dating".&lt;br /&gt;And that someone decided it was the right thing to do to tel his ex (who is my friend) that we were dating.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WE ARE NOT DATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ people!&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just leave me the frik alone? Do you have nothing better to do than meddle in my life? Because this is just pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be driven out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this time.&lt;br /&gt;You test me, and I will not hold back. I'm tired of hiding and being scared. I'm tired of apologizing when I did nothing wrong.  I'm tired of letting people walk all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Claire is dead now.&lt;br /&gt;And this new Claire....well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a new breed of bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-5134985422183544445?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5134985422183544445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-that-went-well-didnt-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/5134985422183544445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/5134985422183544445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-that-went-well-didnt-it.html' title='Well, that went well didn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-568821929910334201</id><published>2009-07-28T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:12:03.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These people are nuts AND funny</title><content type='html'>I found this blog where people talk about wedding pranks. Funniest junk I have EVER read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They were considering using the disco theme from "Star Wars" as a   recessional, and we thought it would be too cool to have the people sitting   on the aisle stand up and create a gauntlet of light sabers for them to walk   under.  (I will marry a geek  JUST for that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days before the wedding of Sean, a friend of mine, four of us got together to play a trick on him. We showed up at his house driving a black rented Buick and wearing black suits with dark sunglasses. We carried high-powered water guns (painted black). We forced Sean out of the house, tied him up, stuck him in the car and drove him to the home town of the bride (Jen). For &lt;em&gt;five hours&lt;/em&gt; Sean was begging to be let out, but we just jabbed him with our guns. Jen's family knew about this, and helped us with the planning. We drove to a hospital fund-raising carnival and put Sean up on the dunk tank (still tied - every time he went in, we fished him out). For several hours he was dunked by young women (many of them friends of Jen) who read a sign saying "This man has taken one from your midst." Then we drove him home.We never did take off the sunglasses." Jeremy  (I will keep my future husband under lock and key to keep this from happening.......wait....Changed my mind. I WANT that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidnap the groom on the night of the bachelor party and hold a trial with the judge and jury wearing hoods so he can't see the faces. You can have a lot of fun with that one.  (Win)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone gets a bunch of keys and passes them out to a bunch of guys at the reception. While people are making toasts, someone stands up and says "Since (bride's name) is no longer available, would all those with keys to her apartment please turn them in at this time." At this time, about 15 guys stand up and place a key in a tray which has been set out on the reception table. Then the same request is made for keys to the groom's apartment and a single elderly lady gets up and places a key in the tray.  ( At a wedding where I was      bestman I pulled another variation of the key prank. I did      everything normal for both the bride and groom, but I added a      twist, not only did I pass out keys to some women but I also      gave the keys to some of the grooms close male friends, myself      included,&lt;br /&gt;    to be given back to the groom at the appropriate time. This      really had them rolling. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know a foreign language (or especially if there are foreign guests) you may want to give your speech subtitles. Easily achieved - get someone to hold up large pieces of paper with the translation on them. This would be even funnier if nobody there spoke the language involved. Occasional 'mistakes' like holding the cards upside down, or making them not match what the speech says adds to the effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Get a very small box      and wrap it in Wedding gift wrapping paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Give the box and a card      to the best man and tell him to read out the card during his      speech.On the card you would have written,....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Congratulations to      ------- and----------on your big day,please find enclosed a      small present, we hope this will stop the little pitter- patter      of feet at night! With that the best man hands the wrapped box      to the groom to open.  He is embarrassed at this stage, thinking      that there is a condom in the box. When he opens the box to his      surprise there's a mouse trap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Here is one I        heard about a while back that is funny if the bride and        groom rented a limo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;While the bride &amp;amp;        Groom are getting ready to leave the church, have all of        the groomsmen sneak out before hand.  They should all        don a pair of the dark mirrored sunglasses, and can even        have little ear pieces to make them look like the secret        service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;When the couple        walks out, swiftly run up on them and hurry them to the        car.  The rest of the relatives outside the church got a        kick out of this.  You could even have someone else with        a squirt gun act like they are after them - One caution        however, wedding photography is expensive along with the        preparation for the wedding so this is best planned        after pictures are finished if you are going to get the        couple wet. (This is the best damn thing I have EVVER HEARD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bribing the organist to play the Macerana as they left the church. (EPIC WIN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the priest said "What token do you give to this woman to show your love?" the groom turned to the best man. The best man just stood there, looking blankly at the groom. "Oh, the ring... right". So he starts looking through his pockets as his eyes get really wide and he looks rather worried. Everyone in the audience gasped. The the best man said "Hold on" as he got to his knees and started to pray. Through the music speakers played the Hallelujah Chorus as the ring was lowered from above via a fishing line setup. The best man took the ring, gave it to the groom and the wedding went on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heckle. Shout advice, give cues: "Pssst, now you say 'I do'."    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two words: sneezing fit. &lt;a href="http://www.weddingpranks.com/site/wp/during_the_ceremony.htm#footnote" name="sneeze"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask the organist if he does requests.    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stand up for all the wrong bits.    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Position someone with a really bad cough in the back of the church.    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the priest asks "Does anyone know of any lawful impediment, why this man may not marry this woman," stand up, cough and leave the church muttering "Wrong wedding". &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Have all of the bridesmaids (and groomsmen too, if they don't mind) wear boxer shorts under their wedding garb. Have the words JUST MARRIED spelled out, one letter to each butt (if you have enough people). Have the wedding party waiting at the bottom of the church steps with their butts in the air congratulating the bride and groom when they come out of the church doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since all the guys are going to be in black anyway, make fake ear-pieces from flesh coloured wire and foam ear-plugs, talk into your sleeves a lot and check every car when it arrives. You know the FBI and U.S. Marshals have those nifty name-tags on their backs, with a flap attached by velcro over the top to hide them? When they go into action, they just pull the flap to reveal their identity... Why should they have all the fun? Make up a few. &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best Man     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second Best Man     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worst Man     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best Boy     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ring Grip    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Since we already knew he hated this car, we figured he wouldn't mind    too much if we rigged it to blow...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;For weeks before we'd been collecting chad (the little pieces of paper that come out of a hole puncher, and aren't you glad you now know the word for it?) and awaiting our opportunity. One day, he left his sunroof open a half inch. We went to work. We happened to know that on this particular model it was possible to reach the "QuikRelease(TM)" catch from the outside, so we removed the sunroof, reached in and unlocked the car doors. It was but the work of moments to fill the air vents with chad, direct them all at the driver, and turn the fan to full (obviously, it didn't run until the key was turned). Locking the doors, replacing the sunroof and looking innocent was almost as easy. We were fortunate to be in the area when the driver returned, to shower himself with irritating bits of paper.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;We did it again, later that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Popcorn on the engine block of their car. When the car warms      up, a variety of interesting noises occur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;            &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 words : Can Can Dancers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-568821929910334201?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/568821929910334201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-people-are-nuts-and-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/568821929910334201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/568821929910334201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-people-are-nuts-and-funny.html' title='These people are nuts AND funny'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-1199177075874430126</id><published>2009-07-26T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:45:38.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks a heap coyote ugly. This cactus-gram stings even worse than your abandonment</title><content type='html'>I hate guys who cheat.&lt;br /&gt;I hate guys who use my best friends to cheat on their girlfriends even worse.&lt;br /&gt;I especially hate it when said guy is my ex.&lt;br /&gt;BIIIIIIIIIITCH PLEEEEEEEEEZE.&lt;br /&gt;And now my best friend and my ex are dating. HE lied to her and told her I was okay with it. Guess what-I'M NOT! On the sole basis that I know how big of a douche bag he can be. He's fickle and bitchy and whiney when he doesn't get his way.&lt;br /&gt;The only reason she's with him is because she's never had a boyfriend before,and she's desperate for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the pseudo-positive side, a guy who I very much like is currently single, and we are averaging 4 hour long phone conversations every other day.  We also have a tentative date to the shooting range. n.n&lt;br /&gt;He introduced me to a band called Owl City, and I LOVE them! We're such goofballs and the only reason that we're not dating is because he lives so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new story! It's called Deadly Butterflies, and it follows a girl named Kayleen who has an alter ego named Jynx. Kayleen/Jynx is a member of a society of contract killer, who treat their missions like a stage show. Its very interesting, and I should be posting excerpts soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-1199177075874430126?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1199177075874430126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/07/thanks-heap-coyote-ugly-this-cactus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/1199177075874430126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/1199177075874430126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/07/thanks-heap-coyote-ugly-this-cactus.html' title='Thanks a heap coyote ugly. This cactus-gram stings even worse than your abandonment'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-4083087804031239908</id><published>2009-06-20T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:01:20.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>I think there's something wrong with me. Lately I've just felt withdrawn. J and I are fighting over nothing. He is always talking about his new girlfriend, and I am still single. As always. I've even stopped writing songs. They all sounded the same....mopey. Being in summer school makes me feel like a TOTAL dumbass. And I am constantly tired. I just can't do anything right anymore.  the only thing that sounds appealing anymore is to just lie in bed all day, but Ican't even do that because I have to be up at 5:45 mon-fri.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends and I miss the old me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something self destructive, but I have been staying away from that...I think i'll just dye my hair again, or crop it. That usually helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one thing that makes my day better, is talking to this one in particular person, but I haven't talked to him since Tuesday, so I REALLY miss him....&lt;br /&gt;Fml&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-4083087804031239908?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4083087804031239908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/06/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/4083087804031239908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/4083087804031239908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/06/argh.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-1400547421300564060</id><published>2009-06-17T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:41:41.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W00T</title><content type='html'>Thanks to one of my dear friends, I have discovered a band called Owl City. They're the bomb.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vienna:&lt;br /&gt;I regarded the world as such a sad sight&lt;br /&gt;Until I viewed it in black and white&lt;br /&gt;Then I reviewed every frame and basic shape&lt;br /&gt;And sealed the exits with caution tape&lt;br /&gt;Don't refocus your eyes in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;And don't remember this place unless&lt;br /&gt;I describe all the things that you cannot see&lt;br /&gt;And we'll unravel the mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, all my friends in textbooks, I'm going home&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my blood cells cannot depend on the weather in photographs&lt;br /&gt;There's a light show out my window somewhere way up there&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vienna, are you singing?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vienna, are you swinging?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vienna, we were happy like the shades of May when we got carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regarded the world as such a sad sight&lt;br /&gt;Until I viewed it in black and white&lt;br /&gt;Then I reviewed every frame and basic shape&lt;br /&gt;And sealed the exits with caution tape&lt;br /&gt;Don't refocus your eyes in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;And don't remember this place unless&lt;br /&gt;I describe all the things that you cannot see&lt;br /&gt;And we'll unravel the mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so far out of place&lt;br /&gt;Watching those stars in outer space&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am so far from where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a light show out my window somewhere way up there&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vienna, are you singing?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vienna, are you swinging?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vienna, we were happy like the shades of May when we got carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics to The Technicolor Phase&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;I am the red in the rose, the flowers&lt;br /&gt;on the blankets on your bedroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;And I am the gray in the ghost that hides&lt;br /&gt;with your clothes behind your closet door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the green in the grass that bends back&lt;br /&gt;from underneath your feet.&lt;br /&gt;And I am the blue in your back alley view&lt;br /&gt;where the horizon and the rooftops meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors&lt;br /&gt;of the evening stars.&lt;br /&gt;You can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;(wherever you are) 2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I will always be your keys&lt;br /&gt;when we are lost in the technicolor phase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black in the book&lt;br /&gt;the letters on the pages that you memorize.&lt;br /&gt;And I am the orange in the overcast&lt;br /&gt;of color that you visualize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the white in the walls that soak up&lt;br /&gt;all the sound when you cannot sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I am the peach in the starfish on the beach&lt;br /&gt;that wish the harbor wasn't quite so deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors&lt;br /&gt;of the evening stars. (my darling)&lt;br /&gt;You can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are. (my darling)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-1400547421300564060?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1400547421300564060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/06/w00t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/1400547421300564060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/1400547421300564060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/06/w00t.html' title='W00T'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-586995706126987745</id><published>2009-06-13T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:39:15.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ihasahotdog.com/2009/06/11/funny-dog-picture-feel-better/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ihasahotdog.wordpress.com/files/2009/05/funny-dog-picture-feel-better.jpg" alt="funny pictures of dogs with captions" title="funny-dog-picture-feel-better" class="mine_4240459" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://ihasahotdog.com/"&gt;dog and puppy pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-586995706126987745?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/586995706126987745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/586995706126987745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/586995706126987745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-this.html' title='I love this'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-2142761651801006097</id><published>2009-06-09T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:37:53.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah. Sweet release</title><content type='html'>Ok, so lately I have just been so freaking frustrated about life in general. And IDK why.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the constant stream of utter bullshit that it being poured into the minds of Americans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rap and "Gansta music: NOBODY CARES HOW "HOOD" YOU ARE!!!! You live in a multimillion dollar house! You drive Ferraris! YOU ARE NO LONGER HOOD!!!! Narcissism and overinflated egos......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillbilly country (The trashy kind): I'm sorry, but when you drive a Rolls Royce Phantom, you are no longer a backwoods boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney "Products": A bunch of over gelled, hyper active 20 somethings who like to act like teenagers. And don't even get me started on :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILEY FREAKING CYRUS : Just no.......Is it just me, or does she sound like she sings with a retainer in and tampons shoved up her nose? Also, her laugh is obnoxious, her show isn't funny, and if I see one more Hanna Montana item advertised I SWEAR I will draw on it with a sharpie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift: Raised in Pennsylvania, and probably never even entered the south until she was already starting her tours. I don't think country should even apply to her, because her voice is manufactured.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Taylor Swift:&lt;br /&gt;Things in general that involve Romeo and Juliette are annoying. Did the people who wrote those songs and use them as a happy reference even read the ending? That story ended BADLY!!!! What is so freaking romantic about this?&lt;br /&gt;1. People fall 'in love'&lt;br /&gt; 2. Guy dumps other girl&lt;br /&gt;3. whirlwind romance&lt;br /&gt;4. get married behind parent's back&lt;br /&gt;(Several people dying in the process)&lt;br /&gt;5. guy gets kicked out&lt;br /&gt;6. girl fakes own death&lt;br /&gt;7. major communication fail causes guy to think she's REALLY dead&lt;br /&gt;8. guy kills self&lt;br /&gt;9.girl wakes up&lt;br /&gt;10. girl kills self&lt;br /&gt;                                                 FAIL&lt;br /&gt;Do you see anything cute and/or romantic about that that makes it worth singing about?&lt;br /&gt;I sure as hell don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bono: I have only a few things to say about him.....1. TAKE THE FREAKING SUNGLASSES OFF&lt;br /&gt;2. Quit being a walking self righteous turd&lt;br /&gt;3. Given the opportunity, I would punch him in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across The Universe: I actually like this movie, its the fans that piss me off. One girl noticed my Beatles shirt, and the Abbey Road doodle i had and she said "oh, I LOVE The Beatles! I have some music on my ipod" I looked, and it was ALL ATU covers. THAT DOES NOT COUNT PEOPLE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who bitch because their favorite indie band went mainstream: Do you not want that band to be successful? I mean really, so you "liked them first", who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyper religious people who insist on pushing their religion on other people: If I wanted to join your religion, i WOULD FREAKING DO IT. I don't think the way to get into Heaven is to make other people miserable by bugging the CRAP out of them until they give in to an hour and a half of madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who assume they are better simply because they are older, or a grade higher: Chances are, if you follow this mind set, you just flat out SUCK at whatever the hell it is you think you rock at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some more I would like to say, but I think I'll wait to piss people off til later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-2142761651801006097?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2142761651801006097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-sweet-release.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/2142761651801006097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/2142761651801006097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-sweet-release.html' title='Ah. Sweet release'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-1074515592370883533</id><published>2009-05-09T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:15:40.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn</title><content type='html'>FINALLY 17.&lt;br /&gt;Met the ex's new flame&lt;br /&gt;she's nothing special&lt;br /&gt;I'll have him again by monday morning ;)&lt;br /&gt;YES I AM that evil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-1074515592370883533?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1074515592370883533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/05/yawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/1074515592370883533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/1074515592370883533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/05/yawn.html' title='yawn'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-1079919364279541217</id><published>2009-04-24T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:51:42.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr.C is open for buisness</title><content type='html'>So yeah. Teenage therapist. This is going to really weigh me down, but the majority of y friends have issues, and apparently i am the best at listening and giving advise.  i just wish i had the manual to my own mind, and the mind of this guy. Man, he confuses me. But he comes to me to talk, and thats it, just talk.&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-1079919364279541217?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1079919364279541217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/drc-is-open-for-buisness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/1079919364279541217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/1079919364279541217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/drc-is-open-for-buisness.html' title='Dr.C is open for buisness'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-8554985180046745608</id><published>2009-04-21T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:10:58.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>Some people are just stupid i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-8554985180046745608?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8554985180046745608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/8554985180046745608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/8554985180046745608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-7784434847134416721</id><published>2009-04-20T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:58:53.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>second chances</title><content type='html'>the beginning of my new story&lt;br /&gt;hope y'all like it&lt;br /&gt;I had a thought bubble on the bus, and this is what came from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help you God?" I looked at the stuffy looking man who was holding out the bible, then I glanced out at the faces in the courtroom. I focused in on my mother's face, looking to her for the answer. She nodded, giving me the clue as to what to say.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir."&lt;br /&gt;Even at such a young age, I could tell what people were thinking by the looks on their faces. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poor thing. She's so young. I feel sorry for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You may sit down now sweet heart."  The judge smiled at me. His sweet eyes were rimmed with crows feet. He had a paternal air to him, very grandfatherly.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir."&lt;br /&gt;The woman my parents hired to represent me stepped forward. She reminded me of a pitbull, very stern in nature, ready to strike at anytime.&lt;br /&gt;"Tell us your name please." At the time I found that to be a dumb request. Mrs.Victor already knew my name. My mind wandered off, thinking of all the reasons why she would need me to tell her my name again.&lt;br /&gt;"Honey?" The sudden sweet turn in her voice shocked me. "Honey, you need to tell everyone in the room your name, so hey know who you are."&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly embarrassed, I looked down at my dress. It was the one my grandmother made for me, black with multicolored polka dots.&lt;br /&gt;I was so embarrassed, my answer came a nothing louder than a mumble."Will."&lt;br /&gt;"Will, we need your whole name."&lt;br /&gt;"Willow Hazel McCartney"&lt;br /&gt;A low murmur of laughter came from the spectators behind the wooden railing.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you Willow. Do you know why you are here?"&lt;br /&gt;The room stopped, and even time itself had slowed so it could witness my reply.&lt;br /&gt;"Because Mr.Wilson hurt me, and that makes him a bad person."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-7784434847134416721?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7784434847134416721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/second-chances.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/7784434847134416721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/7784434847134416721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/second-chances.html' title='second chances'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-6290158220924085715</id><published>2009-04-19T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:26:24.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn, Turn, Turn</title><content type='html'>I'm a hippie now.&lt;br /&gt;Peace, love, and freedom man&lt;br /&gt;\,,,/&gt;.&lt;\,,,/&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;im going to have another woodstock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-6290158220924085715?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6290158220924085715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/turn-turn-turn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/6290158220924085715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/6290158220924085715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/turn-turn-turn.html' title='Turn, Turn, Turn'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-5347070490025037556</id><published>2009-04-16T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:47:37.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate life</title><content type='html'>Seriously.  I'm always being yelled at, I can't do anything right anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've also just been kinda down in the dumps for like...no reason. I'm easily frustrated, I'm getting more and more migraines. I am constantly sick and tired. I can't find a job, I can't find a boyfriend who doesn't irritate me. I can't pass math OR chemistry. Life is just one giant cluster fuck.&lt;br /&gt;And my friends are kinda annoying too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-5347070490025037556?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5347070490025037556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/5347070490025037556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/5347070490025037556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-life.html' title='i hate life'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-8905773232452885297</id><published>2009-04-12T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:31:00.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SB '09</title><content type='html'>Well, this Spring break is winding down as the midnight hour approaches. I only got sunburned/tanned once. Saw Sex and the City, and almost hooked up with someone. But hey, he's a sweet guy. A little ...playful perhaps, but i have to be careful tomorrow! He's going to try to be playful before my 1st period class, which should be interesting, because I share that class with his best friend. Si, espanol uno esta MUY interesante manana!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was awful, even for ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Easter went well. I was right about my brother's girlfriend being young. She goes to the same high school as me.  &lt;br /&gt;My older brother's girlfriend, M, is really nice. We have the same sick, twisted sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still single, as always, and I need one of my friends o beat some sense into me. Tomorrow should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I moved the working computer into my room, which is nice, because I can listen to my music as i get ready in the morning. Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck in the world, and God bless everyone this Easter / Passover!!!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~CC~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-8905773232452885297?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8905773232452885297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/sb-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/8905773232452885297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/8905773232452885297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/sb-09.html' title='SB &apos;09'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-7894237272957608393</id><published>2009-04-08T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:48:58.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omfg</title><content type='html'>well&lt;br /&gt;fail of a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is epic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't want to talk about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-7894237272957608393?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7894237272957608393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/omfg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/7894237272957608393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/7894237272957608393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/omfg.html' title='omfg'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-55287857548119089</id><published>2009-04-08T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:39:15.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pray for time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;These are the days of the open hand&lt;br /&gt;They will not be the last&lt;br /&gt;Look around now&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These are the days of the beggars and the choosers&lt;br /&gt;This is the year of the hungry man&lt;br /&gt;Whose place is in the past&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excuses&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The rich declare themselves poor&lt;br /&gt;And most of us are not sure&lt;br /&gt;If we have too much but we’ll take our chances&lt;br /&gt;Cause God stopped keeping score&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I guess somewhere along the way&lt;br /&gt;He must have let us all out to play&lt;br /&gt;And turned his back&lt;br /&gt;And all God’s children&lt;br /&gt;Crept out the back door&lt;br /&gt;And its hard to love&lt;br /&gt;Theres so much to hate&lt;br /&gt;Hanging onto hope&lt;br /&gt;When there is no hope to speak of&lt;br /&gt;And the wounded skies above&lt;br /&gt;Say its much too late&lt;br /&gt;Oh maybe we should all be praying for time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is the year of the empty hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh you hold onto what you can&lt;br /&gt;And charity is a coat you wear twice a year&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These are the days of the guilty man&lt;br /&gt;The television takes a stand&lt;br /&gt;And you find that what was over there&lt;br /&gt;Is over here&lt;br /&gt;So you scream from behind your door&lt;br /&gt;Say whats mine is mine and not yours&lt;br /&gt;I may have too much&lt;br /&gt;But I'll take my chances cause God stopped keeping score&lt;br /&gt;And you'll cling to the things they sold you&lt;br /&gt;Did you cover your eyes when they told you&lt;br /&gt;That he cant come back&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he has no children&lt;br /&gt;to come back for&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And its hard to love when theres so much to hate&lt;br /&gt;And hanging onto hope&lt;br /&gt;When there is no hope to speak of&lt;br /&gt;And the wounded skies above&lt;br /&gt;Say its much, much too late&lt;br /&gt;Mm, well maybe we should all be praying for time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-55287857548119089?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/55287857548119089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/pray-for-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/55287857548119089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/55287857548119089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/pray-for-time.html' title='pray for time'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-4798299276626122009</id><published>2009-04-05T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:17:20.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he loves me, he loves me not</title><content type='html'>He loves me&lt;br /&gt;He loves me not!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants me to be the other woman&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't want me to be the other woman&lt;br /&gt;he wants to "hang out"&lt;br /&gt;then he changes his mind!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are men so difficult?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he can't get over me, so then why is he with these other girls?&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;Eff this, I'm a lesbian&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-4798299276626122009?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4798299276626122009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/4798299276626122009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/4798299276626122009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not.html' title='he loves me, he loves me not'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-919619201377927812</id><published>2009-04-02T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:03:25.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELL (Another day. )</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ONE more day until spring break. PRAISE THE LORD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And its kinda sad, but my boyfriend (The one mentioned in previous posts) and I broke up the other day. My mom decided that she "didn't like him". And she wouldn't tell me why.  It wasn't until he and I had been broken up for a few days that she "decided that he isnt such a bad guy after all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RAWR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically now all I'm waiting for is for him to break up with his rebound, and we're going to try this for a third time (3rd time's the charm right?) I even figured out why it didn't work out. We were acting too much like a couple. Had we just acted like REALLY good friends, or friends with benefits, it would probably work.  If we hadn't been attached at the hips for 3 weeks, we would be celebrating out one month this Wednesday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something about this song reminds me of J's and my relationship. Its special, just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Johnny and June by Heidi Newfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh there's something 'bout a man in black,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to buy a cadillac,&lt;br /&gt;Throw the top back,&lt;br /&gt;And roll down to Jackson town,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there on the stage with you,&lt;br /&gt;You and I could be the next rage to,&lt;br /&gt;Hear the crowd roar,&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em one more,&lt;br /&gt;I'll kick the footlights out,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 5px; float: right; width: 300px; height: 262px; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://static.kovideo.net/bnr/default/default-300x250.html" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" allowtransparency="1" scrolling="no" width="300" frameborder="0" height="261"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna love like Johnny and June,&lt;br /&gt;Rings of fire burnin' with you,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk the line,&lt;br /&gt;Walk the line,&lt;br /&gt;'Till the end of time,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love,&lt;br /&gt;Love ya that much,&lt;br /&gt;Cash it all in,&lt;br /&gt;Give it all up,&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go too,&lt;br /&gt;Like Johnny and June,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna hold you baby right or wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Build a world around a country song,&lt;br /&gt;Pray a sweet prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Follow you there,&lt;br /&gt;Down in history,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna love like Johnny and June,&lt;br /&gt;Rings of fire burnin' with you,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk the line,&lt;br /&gt;Walk the line,&lt;br /&gt;'Till the end of time,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love,&lt;br /&gt;Love ya that much,&lt;br /&gt;Cash it all in,&lt;br /&gt;Give it all up,&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go too,&lt;br /&gt;Like Johnny and June,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like Johnny and June,&lt;br /&gt;More than life itself,&lt;br /&gt;No-one else,&lt;br /&gt;This here is promise,&lt;br /&gt;They don't make love like that anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Is that too much to be askin' for,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna love like Johnny and June,&lt;br /&gt;Rings of fire burnin' with you,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk the line,&lt;br /&gt;Walk the line,&lt;br /&gt;'Till the end of time,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love,&lt;br /&gt;Love ya that much,&lt;br /&gt;Cash it all in,&lt;br /&gt;Give it all up,&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go too,&lt;br /&gt;Like Johnny and June,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like Johnny and June,&lt;br /&gt;And when we're gone,&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no tears to cry,&lt;br /&gt;Only memories of our lives,&lt;br /&gt;They'll remember, remember,&lt;br /&gt;A love like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~~~~~Fin~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-919619201377927812?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/919619201377927812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/919619201377927812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/919619201377927812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-another-day.html' title='WELL (Another day. )'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-232845874586218867</id><published>2009-03-27T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:58:17.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah. so</title><content type='html'>another breakup.&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;this week has kinda been a fail for everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-232845874586218867?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/232845874586218867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/232845874586218867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/232845874586218867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-so.html' title='yeah. so'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-5198035857569565447</id><published>2009-03-25T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:57:31.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELL</title><content type='html'>So my boyfriend and i got back together. I'm still not sure how i feel about him though.  I mean, he drives me CRAZY when im around him, but when he's not there, I kinda miss him. My mom also doesn't like him. GAH...oh...what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of boyfriends....&lt;br /&gt;My ex, the one that cheated on my 3 months into our relationship has just "gotten out of jail". Bullshit. I don't buy the jail time bit for one second. He is a liar. Always has been, and always WILL be. oh and his "'wife' might be pregnant" HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Serves you right. Son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I've been in love with this ONE guy since like 8th grade.  We used to be really good friends, but since high school,  we've kinda lost touch. We still talk every once and a while, but I want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;. More than just the nerdy theater-geek friend. More than the lyrically talented yet melodically frustrated quiet girl who he passes in the hallway, only giving the occasional glance towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that so hard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-5198035857569565447?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5198035857569565447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/5198035857569565447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/5198035857569565447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/well.html' title='WELL'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-4554590863110971612</id><published>2009-03-12T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:05:50.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEATER CHEATER (b/c this song is good)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Cheater cheater where'd you meet her down at ernies bar? Did she smile your way twirl her hair and say, how cute dimples are? Did she use that line 'your place or mine' while you danced with her real slow? tell me cheater cheater where'd you meet that no good white trash ho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Liar liar did you buy her whiskey all night long?&lt;br /&gt;Did you hide your ring in the pocket of your jeans or did you just keep it on&lt;br /&gt;When the deed was done an you had your fun did you think i wouldn't know? tell me cheater cheater where'd you meet that no good white trash ho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I'm not one to judge someone that I ain't never met&lt;br /&gt;But to lay your hands on a married man's bout as low as a gal can get&lt;br /&gt;Hey I wish her well and she rots in hell and you can tell her I said so&lt;br /&gt;Cheater cheater where'd you meet that no good white trash ho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loser loser hope you love her cause your stuck with her now&lt;br /&gt;Take your sorry butt load up all your stuff and get the hell out of my house&lt;br /&gt;but I just wish you'd tell me this one thing before you go&lt;br /&gt;Tell me cheater cheater where'd you meet that no good white trash ho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Now I'm not one to judge someone that I ain't never met&lt;br /&gt;But to lay your hands on a married man's bout as low as a gal can get&lt;br /&gt;Hey I wish her well and she rots in hell and you can tell her I said so&lt;br /&gt;Cheater cheater where'd you meet that no good white trash ho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah I wish you tell me this one thing before you go, tell me cheater, cheater where'd you meet that low down uptown, slept with every guy around, pressed on eyelash, no good white trash ho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-4554590863110971612?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4554590863110971612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheater-cheater-bc-this-song-is-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/4554590863110971612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/4554590863110971612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheater-cheater-bc-this-song-is-good.html' title='CHEATER CHEATER (b/c this song is good)'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-2101085130794704054</id><published>2009-03-12T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:57:33.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Firsts</title><content type='html'>Things that happened today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I'd seen one of my guy friends in months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I broke up with a guy because he was moving too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time i auditioned for something without feeling like a total dip-shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What firsts will this weekend bring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-2101085130794704054?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2101085130794704054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-of-firsts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/2101085130794704054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/2101085130794704054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-of-firsts.html' title='A Day of Firsts'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-6427401223037180450</id><published>2008-11-22T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:22:30.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight!!! *gasp*</title><content type='html'>Well...I like 99% of the teenage girl population went and saw Twilight this weekend. It was okay, they cut out my favorite parts (The banter in the car...The hotel room with Alice and Jasper, Edward's multiple trips to Bella's room just to talk with her.) And they also messed up the "meadow scene". The acting in it was decent. Kristin Stewart (Bella Swan) was a little too serious, and not as fragile as I expected (or as the book portrayed her to be). If you don't like book to movie transitions where the movie is "loosely based"  on the book (In the early ads for the movie, it said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;based&lt;/span&gt;" On the best selling novel by Stephenie Meyer) then I suggest you don't see it. I also suggest that if you choose to keep your eardrums in tact, that you go to a matinée showing, or wait a few weeks so that the theater isn't packed with screaming teenaged girls.  (like myself) I admit, I got into the spirit...It was decent...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-6427401223037180450?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6427401223037180450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2008/11/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/6427401223037180450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/6427401223037180450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2008/11/well.html' title='Twilight!!! *gasp*'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-6937152601407388633</id><published>2008-11-04T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:46:23.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;I met this guy named Devin a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought he was cool, and he seemed like more of a brother than anything.&lt;br /&gt;At first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, every time I think about him, my heart beats faster, and I get excited, and happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison: Claire's in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire:No, she's not&lt;br /&gt;Madison: Claire's in ...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Claire: No, she's not!&lt;br /&gt;Madison: Claire's in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DENIAL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-6937152601407388633?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6937152601407388633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/6937152601407388633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/6937152601407388633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-5708138558624115499</id><published>2008-10-18T18:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:23:56.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for hauntings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="500" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" colspan="4" height="25" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com?par=gu|blog|ghostquiz" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_ghost/blog/gURL_blog_logo.gif" border="0" alt="gURL.com" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I took the &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,703494,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;if you were a ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; quiz on &lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com?par=gu|blog|ghostquiz" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;gURL.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_703454-2,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_ghost/blog/guidespirit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" width="10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my ghost is a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;guide spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always watchful, the guide spirit is one spectre that lights the way for others. Call it compassion or just plain kindness, but it seems like you often fill a "guardian angel" role.&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_703454-2,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff1858;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#973c11;"&gt; Read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,703494,00.html" target="_blank" class="contentlink"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#973c11;"&gt;What kind of ghost are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-5708138558624115499?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5708138558624115499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-for-hauntings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/5708138558624115499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/5708138558624115499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-for-hauntings.html' title='Yay for hauntings'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-4574497950997425835</id><published>2008-10-15T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:24:51.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies, haircuts and stories OH MY!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so for some reason, lately I've been almost craving having a baby. It's totally creepy, but I've been told it's just a symptom of pms, so NO WORRIES PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;I DID go and get my hair cut. I told the lady to take off the split ends, and then a minimum of 3 inches, and to make it funky.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for funky, I got MOTHER OF THREE!&lt;br /&gt;ughhhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I FINALLY got 20 pages of my story done.&lt;br /&gt;yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ick, school tomorrow. bye y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-4574497950997425835?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4574497950997425835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2008/10/babies-haircuts-and-stories-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/4574497950997425835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/4574497950997425835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2008/10/babies-haircuts-and-stories-oh-my.html' title='Babies, haircuts and stories OH MY!'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-7187233579859325433</id><published>2008-09-27T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:05:57.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alrighty then.</title><content type='html'>I've had this pet project book in the works for a while. All the sudden, my dad has been asking me how far I've gotten, and how I should really work on it everyday so I can finish it.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had time to get a good night's sleep, let alone WRITE A NOVEL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I DO write, they're busting my chops about not doing something worth while and realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ANOTHER THING&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT rude, pushy, and obnoxious. I am just opinionated.  When we debate, I give you YOUR turn to speak. It's not my fault you are outsmarted. (Of, and you know who you are. Next time I win inn a debate, and you call me ugly, I can and WILL kick your ass.) I know I'm ugly. So it's not an insult to me now, it's just super annoying to hear it from someone who looks like they got pushed in front of a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you've been through a rough time because your dad left your mom? Don't EVEN get me started. I've cried myself to sleep too many nights over something my parents don't even know about to have you acting like you can get high treatment. To have a parent walk out is one thing. To have the core of your childhood stolen from you is another. When that happens to you, THEN we'll talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I never have a boyfriend? Because I don't want to get so close to someone and than have them hurt me. I have the hardest time even THINKING about kissing the boyfriends I've had/have, just because of some sicko son of a bitch who couldn't get his jollies from somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I need a shrink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this, because I had to. I couldn't just keep it inside. (wow. cliched much?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you,&lt;br /&gt;angelic and pure&lt;br /&gt;Do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you sometime before.&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes&lt;br /&gt;the sparkle&lt;br /&gt;they mesmerize&lt;br /&gt;can you be real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever an illusion of peace.&lt;br /&gt;With a storm raging inside&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for another lost soul&lt;br /&gt;To be your guide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-7187233579859325433?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7187233579859325433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2008/09/alrighty-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/7187233579859325433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/7187233579859325433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2008/09/alrighty-then.html' title='Alrighty then.'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-3637141119588377133</id><published>2008-09-15T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:55:07.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The final stone is cast...</title><content type='html'>After reading a Usa Today article about Lindsay Lohan and her girlfriend bashing Sarah Palin because she doesn't share the same views as they do, i was intrigued. So I wasted 20 minutes of my life looking for the original blog, and once I read it, I got a little irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is America people. This country was built so that people could have the right to live the life they chose. Freedom to speak is one of those rights, so why is it now that when someone expresses their true feelings (unless they are liberal covered dribble) do they get SHUT DOWN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The democrats spend their time smearing the other candidates like they were in high school or something. When they run out of truths to twist, they pull crap out of thin air, and those comments leave the small percentage of people in this country that still have functioning minds wondering"...wtf...?"Do people forget that it was the Democrats that created the Jim Crowe laws? Or that they were opposed to the abolition of slavery? Democrats were OPPOSED to the civil rights movement, and yet you hear Barak Obama being compared to Martin Luther King Jr. Oh, and on the "race note" Obama is MULTIRACIAL not african american. And just because we're not vi\oting for him doesn't mean we're racist, it means we have a sense of moral integrity that some don't seem to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People bash Sarah Palin for her "lack of inexperience." Well, she was a mayor, and she is a governor.&lt;br /&gt;Obama: Community organizer, and senator for two years.&lt;br /&gt;Governor is a higher seat of power than senator. Mayor is higher than "community organizer". And For the entire time Obama has been on the senate, he has been campaigning.&lt;br /&gt;Name ONE legislation Obama has passed or helped pass. I dare you to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not trying to offend anyone, but I've been silent for too long.&lt;br /&gt;Barak Obama is a sicko. Any man who votes in favor of giving a woman 72 hours to kill their baby after it's born for no reason at all, well, that's where I draw the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Sarah Palin has her views on the gay lifestyle, but at least she's letting you live to do it. Obama, well, he doesn't even have the respect to give someone that life. And THAT'S my main beef with the guy. He'll say something about women not wanting to raise children with special needs. HOLD UP BUDDY. There are thousands if not MILLIONS of women who would love to have a child, mentally or physically impaired, or normal. If there was a choice of killing special needs babies decades ago, Braille would not have been invented, Hellen Keller would not have given hope to all those with vision problems. The greatest minds of all time would have been killed if the option was there. Albert Einstein was thought to have mental problems because he would not speak. Dr. Steven Hawking wouldn't have existed either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if some lazy ass women don't want to deal with a special needs baby? Do they think that if they hadn't done something stupid (like a one night stand perhaps?) their baby would be normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Sarah Palin, that woman has a baby that has Downs Syndrome, and will have to be looked after for all of his life. She still loves it, she realizes that it is a part of her, and she cherished it even tough it is not perfect. People with special needs can love, they can feel, they just do it in ways that most bone-headed people cannot recognize. For years, I have had the pleasure of getting to know children with special needs, and they are so unconditionally loving. No matter how bad of a day you've had, they still will hug you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is taken from Sean Hannity.&lt;br /&gt; SARAH PALIN - THE AMERICAN MARGARET THATCHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all heard his dramatic speeches before devoted followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is much to like and admire about our opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But listening to him speak, it's easy to forget that this is a man who has authored two memoirs but not a single major law or reform - not even in the state senate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a man who can give an entire speech about the wars America is fighting, and never use the word "victory" except when he's talking about his own campaign. But when the cloud of rhetoric has passed ... when the roar of the crowd fades away ... when the stadium lights go out, and those Styrofoam Greek columns are hauled back to some studio lot - what exactly is our opponent's plan? What does he actually seek to accomplish, after he's done turning back the waters and healing the planet? The answer is to make government bigger ... take more of your money ... give you more orders from Washington ... and to reduce the strength of America in a dangerous world. America needs more energy ... our opponent is against producing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victory in Iraq is finally in sight ... he wants to forfeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorist states are seeking nuclear weapons without delay ... he wants to meet them without preconditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Qaeda terrorists still plot to inflict catastrophic harm on America ... he's worried that someone won't read them their rights? Government is too big ... he wants to grow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congress spends too much ... he promises more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxes are too high ... he wants to raise them. His tax increases are the fine print in his economic plan, and let me be specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Democratic nominee for president supports plans to raise income taxes ... raise payroll taxes ... raise investment income taxes ... raise the death tax ... raise business taxes ... and increase the tax burden on the American people by hundreds of billions of dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-3637141119588377133?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3637141119588377133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2008/09/final-stone-is-cast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/3637141119588377133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/3637141119588377133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2008/09/final-stone-is-cast.html' title='The final stone is cast...'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190301390826096941.post-3957379877982484040</id><published>2008-08-31T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:40:55.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;          Na Na Na Na Na Na Na  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na Na  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I guess i just lost my husband &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I don't know where he went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So i'm gonna drink my money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm not gonna pay his rent (Nope) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I got a brand new attitude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And i'm gonna wear it tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I wanna get in trouble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I wanna start a fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na Na  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I wanna start a fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na Na  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I wanna start a fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So so what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm still a rock star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I got my rock moves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And i don't need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And guess what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm having more fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And now that we're done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm gonna show you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm alright, I'm just fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And you're a tool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So so what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am a rockstar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I got my rock moves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And i don't want you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Uh, check my flow, uh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The waiter just checked my table &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And gave to Jessica Simp- Shit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I guess i'll go sit with drum boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;At least he'll know how to hit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;What if this song's on the radio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Then somebody's gonna die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm gonna get in trouble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My ex will start a fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na Na  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;He's gonna start a fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na Na  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We're all gonna get in a fight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So so what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm still a rock star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I got my rock moves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And i don't need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And guess what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm having more fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And now that we're done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm gonna show you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm alright, I'm just fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And you're a tool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So so what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am a rock star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I got my rock moves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And i don't want you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You weren't there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You never were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You want it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But thats not fair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I gave you life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I gave my all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You weren't there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You let me fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So so what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm still a rock star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I got my rock moves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And i don't need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And guess what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm having more fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And now that we're done (we're done) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm gonna show you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm alright(I'm alright),I'm just fine (I'm just fine) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And you're a tool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So so what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am a rock star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I got my rock moves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And i don't want you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;No No, No No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I Don't want you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You weren't fair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm gonna show you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm alright, I'm just fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And you're a tool  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So so what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am a rock star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I got my rock moves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And i don't want you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ba da da da da da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/1803058911.jpg" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5190301390826096941-3957379877982484040?l=lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3957379877982484040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/3957379877982484040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190301390826096941/posts/default/3957379877982484040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeimitatingartimitatinglife.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-what.html' title='So What?'/><author><name>Life imitating Art imitating Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272461437676029693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
