<?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-35412909</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:01:08.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>took the midnight train going anywhere</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miss meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01871219401530006935</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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412909.post-5230914965968210765</id><published>2007-04-25T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T06:51:43.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>short on money, long on time, living the life i want to live</title><content type='html'>well my dears,&lt;br /&gt;im sick.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;sitting at home for two days straight is pointless!!&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;if i have to sit at home watching reruns for one more day,&lt;br /&gt;who knows what i'll do!&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note&lt;br /&gt;congrats to kylie on her new boy toy&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've officially decided that i'm just going to chill&lt;br /&gt;lifes ok right now&lt;br /&gt;not fabulous but not terrible&lt;br /&gt;so im just gonna chill&lt;br /&gt;if a guy comes along thats great but i dont really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is where things wind down to a close&lt;br /&gt;if you cant find me,&lt;br /&gt;just come look on my couch.&lt;br /&gt;that's where i'll be.  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my love,&lt;br /&gt;mel belle&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"New Shoes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up cold one tuesday, &lt;br /&gt;I'm looking tired and feeling quite sick, &lt;br /&gt;I felt like there was something missing in my day to day life, &lt;br /&gt;So i quickly opened the wardrobe, &lt;br /&gt;Pulled out some jeans and a T-Shirt that seemed clean, &lt;br /&gt;Topped it off with a pair of old shoes, &lt;br /&gt;That were ripped around the seams, &lt;br /&gt;And i thought these shoes just don't suit me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I put some new shoes on, &lt;br /&gt;And suddenly everything is right, &lt;br /&gt;I said, hey, I put some new shoes on and everybody's smiling, &lt;br /&gt;It so inviting, &lt;br /&gt;Oh, short on money, &lt;br /&gt;But long on time, &lt;br /&gt;Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine, &lt;br /&gt;And i'm running late, &lt;br /&gt;And i dont need an excuse, &lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm wearing my brand new shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late one thursday, &lt;br /&gt;And i'm seeing stars as i'm rubbing my eyes, &lt;br /&gt;And i felt like there were two days missing, &lt;br /&gt;As i focused all the time, &lt;br /&gt;And i made my way to the kitchen, &lt;br /&gt;But i had to stop from the shock of what i found, &lt;br /&gt;A room full of all my friends dancing round and round, &lt;br /&gt;And i thought hello new shoes, &lt;br /&gt;Byebye them blues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me wondering through these streets, &lt;br /&gt;Where bright lights and angels meet, &lt;br /&gt;Stone to stone they take me on, &lt;br /&gt;Im walking to the break of dawn. [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS (x2)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me wondering through these streets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-5230914965968210765?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/5230914965968210765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=5230914965968210765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/5230914965968210765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/5230914965968210765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/2007/04/short-on-money-long-on-time-living-life.html' title='short on money, long on time, living the life i want to live'/><author><name>miss meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01871219401530006935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412909.post-1469929592729030625</id><published>2007-04-25T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T06:50:47.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well my dears,&lt;br /&gt;im sick.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;sitting at home for two days straight is pointless!!&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;if i have to sit at home watching reruns for one more day,&lt;br /&gt;who knows what i'll do!&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note&lt;br /&gt;congrats to kylie on her new boy toy&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've officially decided that i'm just going to chill&lt;br /&gt;lifes ok right now&lt;br /&gt;not fabulous but not terrible&lt;br /&gt;so im just gonna chill&lt;br /&gt;if a guy comes along thats great but i dont really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is where things wind down to a close&lt;br /&gt;if you cant find me,&lt;br /&gt;just come look on my couch.&lt;br /&gt;that's where i'll be.  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my love,&lt;br /&gt;mel belle&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"New Shoes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up cold one tuesday, &lt;br /&gt;I'm looking tired and feeling quite sick, &lt;br /&gt;I felt like there was something missing in my day to day life, &lt;br /&gt;So i quickly opened the wardrobe, &lt;br /&gt;Pulled out some jeans and a T-Shirt that seemed clean, &lt;br /&gt;Topped it off with a pair of old shoes, &lt;br /&gt;That were ripped around the seams, &lt;br /&gt;And i thought these shoes just don't suit me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I put some new shoes on, &lt;br /&gt;And suddenly everything is right, &lt;br /&gt;I said, hey, I put some new shoes on and everybody's smiling, &lt;br /&gt;It so inviting, &lt;br /&gt;Oh, short on money, &lt;br /&gt;But long on time, &lt;br /&gt;Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine, &lt;br /&gt;And i'm running late, &lt;br /&gt;And i dont need an excuse, &lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm wearing my brand new shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late one thursday, &lt;br /&gt;And i'm seeing stars as i'm rubbing my eyes, &lt;br /&gt;And i felt like there were two days missing, &lt;br /&gt;As i focused all the time, &lt;br /&gt;And i made my way to the kitchen, &lt;br /&gt;But i had to stop from the shock of what i found, &lt;br /&gt;A room full of all my friends dancing round and round, &lt;br /&gt;And i thought hello new shoes, &lt;br /&gt;Byebye them blues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me wondering through these streets, &lt;br /&gt;Where bright lights and angels meet, &lt;br /&gt;Stone to stone they take me on, &lt;br /&gt;Im walking to the break of dawn. [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS (x2)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me wondering through these streets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-1469929592729030625?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/1469929592729030625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=1469929592729030625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/1469929592729030625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/1469929592729030625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-my-dears-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>miss meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01871219401530006935</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-35412909.post-6488855003351429174</id><published>2007-04-13T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T15:03:25.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so why don't we go somwhere only we know</title><content type='html'>well everyone&lt;br /&gt;im back.&lt;br /&gt;i had no time to write.&lt;br /&gt;but i promise i will make some.&lt;br /&gt;just for you.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to accept the fact now that things just arent going to go the way that i want them to.&lt;br /&gt;yes i work hard and try to do my best, but for some reason it still isn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;why is it happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;its just not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't help that sudddenly everyone around me is finding someone.&lt;br /&gt;suddenely i'm the lonely girl that can't get a man.&lt;br /&gt;suddenely everything i do is used against me.&lt;br /&gt;suddenely i don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;i just need someone to be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;wether its the guy i want it to be or a guy i just met.&lt;br /&gt;i need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish it was summer.&lt;br /&gt;i could start over and try to make things better.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll actually have fun.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll find someone.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i won't.&lt;br /&gt;but at least the odds will then be in my favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iconator.com/icon.php?IconID=1087337"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icons.iconator.com/766/ICONATOR_1f23615b9dbaeddc03874f91265dde85.gif" width="100" height="100" 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was thinking about this while listening to red jumpsuit apparatus&lt;br /&gt;why do guys think its so awesome if they hurt a girl&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;its not cool&lt;br /&gt;or hip.&lt;br /&gt;its dumb.&lt;br /&gt;no one will think you are "the man".&lt;br /&gt;its ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying on the sad bus,&lt;br /&gt;i think i may have made an intersting decision&lt;br /&gt;not that it will harm anyone&lt;br /&gt;but it does harm me.&lt;br /&gt;should i have done that?&lt;br /&gt;or stayed with what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;im thinking i just did it because everyone wanted me to.&lt;br /&gt;damn peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;and it wasnt horrible pressure,&lt;br /&gt;but it was still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i must be off, after all&lt;br /&gt;there is a world who needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting the world to change,&lt;br /&gt;little p&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Face Down by red jumpsuit apparatus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey girl you know you drive me crazy &lt;br /&gt;one look puts the rhythm in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;Still I'll never understand why you hang around &lt;br /&gt;I see what's going down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover up with make up in the mirror &lt;br /&gt;tell yourself it's never gonna happen again &lt;br /&gt;you cry alone and then he swears he loves you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like a man &lt;br /&gt;when you push her around? &lt;br /&gt;Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground? &lt;br /&gt;Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end &lt;br /&gt;as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect &lt;br /&gt;every action in this world will bear a consequence &lt;br /&gt;If you wade around forever you will surely drown &lt;br /&gt;I see what's going down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the way you go and say your right again, &lt;br /&gt;say your right again &lt;br /&gt;heed my lecture &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like a man &lt;br /&gt;when you push her around? &lt;br /&gt;Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground? &lt;br /&gt;Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end &lt;br /&gt;as your lies crumble down a new life she has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she will tell you that she has had enough &lt;br /&gt;its coming round again. &lt;br /&gt;(repeat) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like a man, when you push her around? &lt;br /&gt;Do you feel better now as she falls to the grown? &lt;br /&gt;Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end &lt;br /&gt;as your lies crumble down, a new life she has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough.. &lt;br /&gt;(repeat) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-5387123090428346997?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/5387123090428346997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=5387123090428346997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/5387123090428346997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/5387123090428346997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-feel-like-man-when-you-push-her.html' title='do you feel like a man, when you push her around?'/><author><name>miss meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01871219401530006935</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-35412909.post-3871592163731113025</id><published>2007-03-02T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T15:28:35.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well its been quite a while ladies and gents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fLI4hAYRUA/ReiysWyo33I/AAAAAAAAAAk/i1eRVArra0s/s1600-h/take+a+chance.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fLI4hAYRUA/ReiysWyo33I/AAAAAAAAAAk/i1eRVArra0s/s320/take+a+chance.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037472658315861874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fLI4hAYRUA/Reiyo2yo32I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ainSxDPT0Xg/s1600-h/best+friends2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fLI4hAYRUA/Reiyo2yo32I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ainSxDPT0Xg/s320/best+friends2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037472598186319714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fLI4hAYRUA/Reiykmyo31I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y1cmsn6y0c8/s1600-h/chocolate.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fLI4hAYRUA/Reiykmyo31I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y1cmsn6y0c8/s320/chocolate.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037472525171875666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fLI4hAYRUA/Reiyf2yo30I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jirLXriwaSM/s1600-h/be+optomistic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fLI4hAYRUA/Reiyf2yo30I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jirLXriwaSM/s320/be+optomistic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037472443567497026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un back dears&lt;br /&gt;and im coming back strong&lt;br /&gt;i just needed a break, from all this craziness&lt;br /&gt;from it all.&lt;br /&gt;but that no longer matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at lunch today, we were discussing how awesome our lovely Reggie is&lt;br /&gt;and we have decided that he listens to the titanic soundtrack in his car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reggie, you are the king of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my heart will go on Reggie, my heart will go on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i also realized how much i love my best friend&lt;br /&gt;i can talk to her about anything, important or pointless,&lt;br /&gt;and she always listens.&lt;br /&gt;she cares and it makes me happy to know that at least one person likes me.&lt;br /&gt;I lurve you ky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im off&lt;br /&gt;got to get ready for the ohs show&lt;br /&gt;me and ky are going to see denton and ryan&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping that the world will turn her way,&lt;br /&gt;little p&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-3871592163731113025?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/3871592163731113025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=3871592163731113025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/3871592163731113025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/3871592163731113025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-its-been-quite-while-ladies-and.html' title='well its been quite a while ladies and gents'/><author><name>miss meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01871219401530006935</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fLI4hAYRUA/ReiysWyo33I/AAAAAAAAAAk/i1eRVArra0s/s72-c/take+a+chance.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412909.post-8488655705834975788</id><published>2007-01-03T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:05:45.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, I'm Home!!</title><content type='html'>well its taken a while,&lt;br /&gt;but im finally back.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just needed a break.&lt;br /&gt;but its all good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lifes going pretty good so far in 2007&lt;br /&gt;i'm in an awesome relationship&lt;br /&gt;my friends are as crazy as ever&lt;br /&gt;speech team is amazing&lt;br /&gt;poms is getting better&lt;br /&gt;and just everything is rocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not everything&lt;br /&gt;like life at home could be better &lt;br /&gt;but no worries,&lt;br /&gt;its all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yeah&lt;br /&gt;thats pretty much all the updating i feel is needed&lt;br /&gt;so im sorry to say it,&lt;br /&gt;but i'll have to be going now.&lt;br /&gt;but dont worry,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to you kids,&lt;br /&gt;little P &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres that song i was telling you about Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Tennis Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;STONE: &lt;br /&gt;You seem at home on the court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAURA:&lt;br /&gt;Let's say that i've played around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONE: &lt;br /&gt;Well you don't look like the sort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAURA:&lt;br /&gt;My hidden talents abound&lt;br /&gt;A competitor hasn't been found to defeat me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONE: &lt;br /&gt;I'll bet you're a real good sport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAURA:&lt;br /&gt;Shall we say the ball is in your court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONE: &lt;br /&gt;I'll bet you like to play rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAURA:&lt;br /&gt;I like to work up a sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONE: &lt;br /&gt;And you just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAURA:&lt;br /&gt;I'm good for more than one set&lt;br /&gt;But i promise i'll show no regret&lt;br /&gt;If you beat me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONE: &lt;br /&gt;My backhand is clearly my forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTH: &lt;br /&gt;Shall we say the ball is in your court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAURA:&lt;br /&gt;No one ever plays with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONE: &lt;br /&gt;I thought your next of kin did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAURA:&lt;br /&gt;My husband never plays with me&lt;br /&gt;He's too easily winded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONE: &lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAURA:&lt;br /&gt;Wait till our match is through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONE: &lt;br /&gt;I may lack form and finesse&lt;br /&gt;But i warm up in a jiff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAURA:&lt;br /&gt;It's not exciting unless&lt;br /&gt;The competition is stiff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONE: &lt;br /&gt;I think i understand your racket&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in your league&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAURA:&lt;br /&gt;But you can hack it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONE: &lt;br /&gt;This game commences with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAURA:&lt;br /&gt;Well i think love is a bore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONE: &lt;br /&gt;Let's give the tempo a shove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAURA:&lt;br /&gt;And raise the stakes a bit more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTH: &lt;br /&gt;One thing i'm positive of&lt;br /&gt;It's time for someone to score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONE: &lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you like to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAURA:&lt;br /&gt;On grass or clay&lt;br /&gt;And ev'ry day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONE: &lt;br /&gt;They're both o.k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAURA:&lt;br /&gt;But time is running short&lt;br /&gt;Darling, let's don't dilly dally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONE: &lt;br /&gt;Ready for a rousing rally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTH: &lt;br /&gt;Shall we say the ball is in your court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAURA:&lt;br /&gt;Shall we say the ball is in your court&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-8488655705834975788?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/8488655705834975788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=8488655705834975788&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/8488655705834975788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/8488655705834975788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/2007/01/honey-im-home.html' title='Honey, I&apos;m Home!!'/><author><name>miss 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background-color="transparent"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.iconator.com/box-one.php?id=879912" width="96" height="96" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.iconator.com/box-one.php?id=756069" width="100" height="100" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.iconator.com/box-one.php?id=892304" width="100" height="100" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.iconator.com/box-one.php?id=826581" width="96" height="96" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" allowtransparency="true" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412909.post-6978441848563132234</id><published>2006-12-18T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T16:06:16.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and goodbye 'till tomorrow...........</title><content type='html'>well ladies and gents&lt;br /&gt;today was..............&lt;br /&gt;well it was today.&lt;br /&gt;im hoping tomorrow will be better&lt;br /&gt;and someone might actually acknowledge my existence then.&lt;br /&gt;that would be nice,&lt;br /&gt;at least more than&lt;br /&gt;"you leavin?"&lt;br /&gt;"yea"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, bye"&lt;br /&gt;*hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;doesnt that make me feel loved&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;not to sound like the song, but&lt;br /&gt;should i stay or should i go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searchin for answers,&lt;br /&gt;~Little P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres an amazing song from ,&lt;br /&gt;yeah you guessed it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the last five years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't kiss me goodbye again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave this night clean and quiet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You want the last word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You want me to laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But leave it for now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you can say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you can feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was wrapped up inside that one perfect kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave it at that:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll watch you turn the corner and go...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And goodbye until tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye until the next time you call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye until tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye till I recall how to breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I have been waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I stand on a precipice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I struggle to keep my balance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I open myselfI open myself one stitch at a time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally yes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally something takes me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally free!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally he can cut through these strings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And open my wings!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So goodbye until tomorrow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye until my feet touch the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will be waitingI will be waiting!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye until tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye until the rest of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I have been waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I called Elise to help me pack my bags&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went downtown and closed the bank account&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not about another shrink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not about another compromise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not the only one who's hurting here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what the hell is left to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never saw how far the crack had opened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never knew I had run out of rope and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could never rescue you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you ever wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I could never rescue you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how I tried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I could do was love you hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how I tried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I could do was love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, I loved you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So we could fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or we could wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or I could go...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye until tomorrow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye until I crawl to your door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will be waitingI will be waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never noticed how the wind had changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye until tomorrow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't see a way we both could win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye until I'm done thanking God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I have been waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been waiting!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye, Cathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will keep waiting -I will be waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just close the gate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll stand and waitJamie...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-6978441848563132234?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/6978441848563132234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=6978441848563132234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/6978441848563132234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/6978441848563132234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-goodbye-till-tomorrow.html' title='and goodbye &apos;till tomorrow...........'/><author><name>miss meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01871219401530006935</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-35412909.post-6000037492466293888</id><published>2006-12-13T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:30:07.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my brown eyed girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;brown/hazel eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Sexy as hell are adorable, love to make new friends. Their relationship tends to be very honest cause if they aren't truly in love, then the relationship won't work. (((They fall easily for their bestfriends))). Will do anything for that special person. Kind and polite. Can make ANYONE laugh or cheer them up. Loves to please the one they care for or love,VERY good kissers, are straight up WARRIORS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to lazy to actually type, maybe more later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~little p&amp;hearts;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-6000037492466293888?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/6000037492466293888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=6000037492466293888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/6000037492466293888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/6000037492466293888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-brown-eyed-girl.html' title='my brown eyed girl.'/><author><name>miss meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01871219401530006935</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-35412909.post-9083891240686868975</id><published>2006-12-06T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:53:59.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yup, i was wrong</title><content type='html'>at least im admitting it i guess&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to finish memorizing my HI&lt;br /&gt;but im starting to think it isnt very funny&lt;br /&gt;now thats just odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also really need my G.S. book&lt;br /&gt;but of course i forgot it at school&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;i'll survive though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;singing rent in spencers car,&lt;br /&gt;getting coffee,&lt;br /&gt;listening to peoples OC, SOS, Hi, Di, etc.,&lt;br /&gt;just having fun,&lt;br /&gt;except for getting poned by tori at mancala,&lt;br /&gt;curse you my fake sister,&lt;br /&gt;curse you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;~little p.&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little song for the amazing women of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smokey Joe's Cafe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;can wash out forty-four pairs of socks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And have them hangin out on the line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can starch and iron two dozen shirts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before you can count from one to nine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can scoop up a great big dipper &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Full of lard from the drippin's can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throw it in the skillet, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go out and do my Shopping and be back before it melts in the pan'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm a woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Double U O M A N&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll say it again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can rub and scrub till this old house &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is shinin like a dime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feed the baby, grease the car and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Powder my face at the same time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get all dressed up, go out and swing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till four a.m. and then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay down at five, jump up at six &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And start all over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm a woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Double U O M A N&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll say it again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you come to me sickly, you know I'm gonna make you well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you come to me hexed up, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I'm gonna break the spell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you come to me hungry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; You know I'm gonna fill you full o' grits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it's lovin' you're lackin', I'll kiss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And give you the shiverin' fits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm a woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Double U O M A N&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll say it again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can stretch a greenback dollar bill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From here to kingdom come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can play the numbers, pay my bills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And still end up with some&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got a twenty dollar gold piece says&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There ain't nothin I can't do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can make a dress out of a feed bag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can make a man out of you'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm a woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Double U O M A N&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll say it again'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm a woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Double U O M A N&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412909.post-390590235439497390</id><published>2006-12-05T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T18:44:39.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>second guessing.............</title><content type='html'>maybe its not like i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or it is, but it ended differently then planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that i was wrong to judge things to early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this week will turn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping, no praying for that turning point,&lt;br /&gt;little p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a song from smokey joes cafe&lt;br /&gt;gotta love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fallin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smokey Joe's Cafe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I tremble when I'm by your side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I look a little starry eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling, would you get the message&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling, falling in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I'm trying hard to come on cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I come off looking a fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling, don't you get the message&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling, falling in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I don't like know just what to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm acting in a foolish way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the way it is to send valentines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got to learn to read between the lines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I keep my feelings locked in a place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, it's written on my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling, don't you get the message&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling, falling in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-390590235439497390?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/390590235439497390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=390590235439497390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/390590235439497390'/><link rel='self' 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completely and totally used??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's exactly how i am feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish that for once,&lt;br /&gt;just once,&lt;br /&gt;i could actually have a relationship&lt;br /&gt;and not be shot down.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about that night,&lt;br /&gt;~little p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres my lovely theme song at the moment&lt;br /&gt;hopefully not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hands touch, eyes meet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sudden silence, sudden heat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hearts leap in a giddy whirl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He could be that boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm not that girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't dream too far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't lose sight of who you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't remember that rush of joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He could be that boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not that girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ev'ry so often we long to steal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the land of what-might-have-beenB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ut that doesn't soften the ache we feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When reality sets back in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blithe smile, lithe limb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She who's winsome, she wins him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gold hair with gentle curl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the girl he chose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And heaven knowsI'm not that girl...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't wish, don't start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing only wounds the heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wasn't born for the rose and pearl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a girl I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He loves her so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not that girl...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-4264485286158505473?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/4264485286158505473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=4264485286158505473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/4264485286158505473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/4264485286158505473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-know-that-feeling.html' title='you know that feeling............'/><author><name>miss meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01871219401530006935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412909.post-1525226109053038963</id><published>2006-12-03T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T17:09:45.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>also......</title><content type='html'>heres to:&lt;br /&gt;coming to my house and finding spencer............&lt;br /&gt;spencer thinking steve irwin was dale ernhart..........&lt;br /&gt;da bears..................&lt;br /&gt;fiddler on the roof.......................&lt;br /&gt;attractive men............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-1525226109053038963?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/1525226109053038963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=1525226109053038963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/1525226109053038963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/1525226109053038963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/2006/12/also.html' title='also......'/><author><name>miss meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01871219401530006935</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-35412909.post-8664746746875517945</id><published>2006-12-03T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T14:27:57.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a toast...........</title><content type='html'>hello again my dears&lt;br /&gt;well its been quite an exciting weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and kylie placed fourth at morris!&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH!&lt;br /&gt;and our first round was horrible&lt;br /&gt;but its still awesome&lt;br /&gt;everyone did really good&lt;br /&gt;and we won the overall competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the after party at li's was the best though&lt;br /&gt;how i love shomomma and tenacious d&lt;br /&gt;especially when fruits is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me and tori totally kicked but at strip airhockey&lt;br /&gt;yeah about that.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;my toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres to&lt;br /&gt; going 11 mph over the speed limit........&lt;br /&gt; melissa stimson.....................&lt;br /&gt; singing obnoxiously at police officers.........&lt;br /&gt; li's abuelita.................... &lt;br /&gt; rice...............................&lt;br /&gt; chocolate chip pancakes.....................&lt;br /&gt; new beginnings..............................&lt;br /&gt; and the little things that make life fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-8664746746875517945?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/8664746746875517945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know those times when you have no clue where the road is going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is most definetly one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how i'll get it, but i need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broadcasting tryouts were just ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to see down the road a little farther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~little p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a song for my people, this is what i need.&lt;br /&gt;just someone to believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song: If I Didn't Believe in You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they are publishing my book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there's a party that they're throwing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And while you've made it very clear that you're not going&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be going&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But what's it really about?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it really about a party, Cathy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can we please for a minute stop blaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And say what you feel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it just that you're disappointed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be touring again for the summer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you think this would all be much easier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than it's turned out to be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, then talk to me, Cathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talk to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I didn't believe in you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'd never have gotten this far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I didn't believe in you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all of the ten thousand women you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I didn't think you could do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything you ever wanted to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I wasn't certain that you'd come through somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THe fact of the matter is, Cathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wouldn't be standing here now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I didn't believe in you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We wouldn't be having this fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I didn't believe in you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd walk out the door and say,"Cathy, you're right"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I never could let that go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing the things about you I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things, when I met you four years ago, I knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It never took much convincing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make me believe in you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't we get to be happy, Cathy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At some point down the line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't we get to relax?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without some new tsuris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To push me yet further from you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I'm cheering on your side, Cathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't you support mine?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I have to feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've committed some felony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doing what I always swore I would do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want you to hurtI don't want you to sink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you know what I think?I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; think you'll be fine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hang on and you'll see-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't make me wait till you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be happy with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you listen to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one can give you courage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one can thicken your skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not fail so you can be comfortable, Cathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not lose because you can't win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I didn't believe in you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then here's where the travelogue ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I didn't believe in you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn't have stood before all of our friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And said, "This is the life I choose-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the thing I can't bear to lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trip us or trap us, but we refuse to fall"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what I thought we agreed on, Cathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I hadn't believed in you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wouldn't have loved you at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-5887715946421268893?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/5887715946421268893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=5887715946421268893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/5887715946421268893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;a href="http://www.laislademuerta.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Nick's blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GREAT WAY TO GET RID OF THOSE THANKSGIVING LEFT-OVERS(Hint: BRING FOOD)&lt;br /&gt;SPREAD THE WORD, PLEASE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-8977047000410428604?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/8977047000410428604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=8977047000410428604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/8977047000410428604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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there's singing sexual healing at our meeting&lt;br /&gt;but thats a story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving onward,&lt;br /&gt;im tired of life.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously am.&lt;br /&gt;im tired of the drama.&lt;br /&gt;the tears.&lt;br /&gt;the pain.&lt;br /&gt;the problems.&lt;br /&gt;ugh i just want it all to go away.&lt;br /&gt;and leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;you know the commercials where the guy has a cloud over his head and its always raining?&lt;br /&gt;thats me.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully not for long though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, its not hope.&lt;br /&gt;its maybe.&lt;br /&gt;hope is too strong of a word.&lt;br /&gt;everytime hope comes, it just gets shot down.&lt;br /&gt;so it will never be hope.&lt;br /&gt;just maybes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i have nothing happy to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;other than not touching the chastity.&lt;br /&gt;i live a sad existence.&lt;br /&gt;but what can you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and just to add.&lt;br /&gt;he's back.&lt;br /&gt;and i just found out why he left.&lt;br /&gt;next time we are together,&lt;br /&gt;wow that is going to be rough.&lt;br /&gt;definetly tears.&lt;br /&gt;but more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding on to her maybe's,&lt;br /&gt;little p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;heres my new favorite song&lt;br /&gt;deals with a lot of things,&lt;br /&gt;but hey&lt;br /&gt;if i could do this to him,&lt;br /&gt;i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Before He Cheats"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's probably slow dancing with a bleach blonde tramp and she's probably getting frisky...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right now, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can't shoot whiskey...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick, showing her how to shoot a combo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And he don't know...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little suped up 4 wheel drive,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carved my name into his leather seats...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slashed a hole in all 4 tires&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's probably up singing somewhite-trash version of Shania karoke..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's probably saying "I'm drunk"and he's a thinking that he's gonna get lucky,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; he's probably dabbing on 3 dollars worth of that bathroom polo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And he don't know...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little suped up 4 wheel drive,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carved my name into his leather seats,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slashed a hole in all 4 tires...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I might saved a little trouble for the next girl,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause the next time that he cheats...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, you know it won't be on me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh... not on me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I dug my key into the side of his pretty little suped up 4 wheel drive,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carved my name into his leather seats...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slashed a hole in all 4 tires...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before he cheats...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-4377752040924710385?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/4377752040924710385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=4377752040924710385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/4377752040924710385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/4377752040924710385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-touch-chastity.html' title='don&apos;t touch the chastity'/><author><name>miss meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01871219401530006935</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-35412909.post-7445387185772289971</id><published>2006-11-19T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T13:58:19.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been awhile</title><content type='html'>well my dears, it certainly has been a while.&lt;br /&gt;lets just say being sick. gets to you&lt;br /&gt;in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got a call from poms coach&lt;br /&gt;yelling at me about how i wasnt at practice when i was sick&lt;br /&gt;aqnd how i didnt go on friday when i was still feeling pretty bad&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt even know i had practice untill it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just made me frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;and now girls on the squad are talking about me.&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;it just makes me want to have a total breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;i hate drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but speech is going ok&lt;br /&gt;me and kylie are going to rock &lt;strong&gt;dda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my &lt;strong&gt;hi&lt;/strong&gt; is just awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i need to go and get ready for QUEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~little p.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-7445387185772289971?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/7445387185772289971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never thought that i would have been that stupid&lt;br /&gt;to just let that moment walk right on by,&lt;br /&gt;ugh it makes me mad.&lt;br /&gt;why can't i do the things that i want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday.&lt;br /&gt;monday is now officially dday.&lt;br /&gt;now or never ladies and gents.&lt;br /&gt;now or never.&lt;br /&gt;plus, me and miss lauren had a pinkie promise.&lt;br /&gt;and the penalty for breaking them is deafs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is that anything like death?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yessssssss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry had a producers moment.&lt;br /&gt;good musical  you should see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anywho, i want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;and i will.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;i can't put it off any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no matter what happens,&lt;br /&gt;i will always have my fellow drama folk&lt;br /&gt;......right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you have no clue what i am rambling about.&lt;br /&gt;you probably dont need to know.&lt;br /&gt;unless you ask and i feel like telling.&lt;br /&gt;which is highly unlikely,&lt;br /&gt;but you can always try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing that she had the guts,&lt;br /&gt;and the boy,&lt;br /&gt;and was in his arms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little song for you, it's called save the day by train. if you change the words slightly it totally fights me for example superman to supergirl. you get the picture. so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ten pounds too much to the naked eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't take the bus because she drives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watermelon lipstick, and way too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She got buttermilk smile and a thorny touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Street smart, like a Courtney Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't get enough Hollywood stories of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anybody famous that can make her feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like they're all kinda friends in a way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No best friend, well one but she's crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grew up to end up a Professor of lazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last of six kids that all left town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems nobody ever wanted them around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But she's cool like a soda can sittin' on ice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always orders sushi, only eats the rice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talks about J Lo like they're best of friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think she loves me, but it all depends &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey baby, I don't wanna be your Superman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna be your man and I'll be super, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll be standin' in the sun shine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be standin' right here in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You save me and I will save the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I got a sweet gig rakin' in the cash with karaoke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get the crowd goin' when I sing the hokey pokey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shake it to theleft and then I shake it to the right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's not to love, man I'm on tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got the LA stylie with the New York trim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep my pants so low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like I'm goin' for a swim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got the Coppertone tan, like in Mexico&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, not now but when I go, yea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I know you don't see me like a movie star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it can't help much that I don't have no car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're my favorite thing, by far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's gotta count for something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey baby, I don't wanna be your superman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanna be your man and I'll be super, baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll be standing in the sun shine,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be standing right here in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you save me than I will save the day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412909.post-116285885817284541</id><published>2006-11-06T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:38:22.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to never knowing what day is a silver day, and to second chances.</title><content type='html'>urgh&lt;br /&gt;today was just....urgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i had gym, which would have been nice, but no i had choir&lt;br /&gt;i love choir to death,&lt;br /&gt;but at this particular moment in time,&lt;br /&gt;i really needed to have gym.&lt;br /&gt;things needed to be discussed,&lt;br /&gt;that can not be discussed in choir.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, it was fun all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what i realized?&lt;br /&gt;that maybe i am moving too fast&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just need to let things happen.&lt;br /&gt;and if what i want happens, great.&lt;br /&gt;but if not, than thats ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and congrats to my brother, for finally getting that second chance.&lt;br /&gt;he's lookin at you, kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a toast............to letting things happen, waiting and wishing, and maybe just maybe, being with the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Little P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-116285885817284541?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/116285885817284541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=116285885817284541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/116285885817284541'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;and i cant wait&lt;br /&gt;its going to be pretty awesome&lt;br /&gt;especially since he will be there&lt;br /&gt;at least i think&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows&lt;br /&gt;but im getting my costume together,&lt;br /&gt;nancy drew all the way.&lt;br /&gt;oh how i love my costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well not much other than that going on right now,&lt;br /&gt;so i will write more later&lt;br /&gt;i leave you with a quote from grey's anatomy&lt;br /&gt;which goes out to that special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bet you didn't know that I am terrified of the dark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And that everytime I think of you, I smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I bet you don't know that I hate thunderstorms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;but I love dancing in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Or how much I laugh with my friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;or how much I truly enjoy being happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I bet you don't know how many tears I've cried, just for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Or how much I doubt myself, everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I bet you don't know how ticklish I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Or how I can't make decisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Or how it drives me crazy when you look into my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I bet you didn't know that I would do anything to be with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;But mostly, I bet you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;How much I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;--Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the confused desk of&lt;br /&gt;~Little P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-116267217179686998?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/116267217179686998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=116267217179686998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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type='html'>our choir concert was amazing yesterday&lt;br /&gt;almost every choir was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;just a few made me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;which is an improvement.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;but seriously&lt;br /&gt;i heart OEHS music department.&lt;br /&gt;its just.......awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing bad about it was that he didnt come.&lt;br /&gt;he said that  he would.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;he just better have a good explanation for it.&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;if he doesnt,&lt;br /&gt;the claws are coming out&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays been okay&lt;br /&gt;just a lazy day&lt;br /&gt;i definetly needed it&lt;br /&gt;i love just hanging out at home sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;im playing the last five years on the piano, and its just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;gohs i love that musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then nick got his liscence.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;now we can actually go more places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i must be off. i need to figure out what im going as to dani's party tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;its going to be awesome&lt;br /&gt;you watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love to all&lt;br /&gt;~ little P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. by the way we did a personality test in oral communications and apparently this is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Reds-Red is the color of blood and Valentines and tends to connote passion and enthusiasm, which sounds a lot  like reds. Reds are happiest when they are influencing or entertaining other people. They, like the blues, are comfortable taking risks and enjoy trying new things. They get bored if they have to do the same old thing all the time. They are charming, playful, spontaneous, talkative types who are energized by being the center of attention. They are motivated by recognition-- they want to be liked! Other styles see them as unfocused procrastinators who make up the rules as they go along, but appreciate their talents as great promoters who can sell anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound like anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-116258845113640303?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/116258845113640303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=116258845113640303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/116258845113640303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/116258845113640303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/2006/11/youll-get-to-be-happy.html' title='you&apos;ll get to be happy'/><author><name>miss meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01871219401530006935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412909.post-116242768204303053</id><published>2006-11-01T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:38:21.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shall we dance?</title><content type='html'>well ToTing was kind of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was barely anyone there.&lt;br /&gt;the little kids were sad because of it.&lt;br /&gt;and it was just a depressing halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only bright side was cory.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i love that kid.&lt;br /&gt;he's 8 and knows more than i ever will.&lt;br /&gt;he can cheer me up in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of like someone else i know,&lt;br /&gt;but lets not discuss that now.&lt;br /&gt;he needs to stop playing&lt;br /&gt;and just make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;im tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the emo paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;but anywho&lt;br /&gt;i feel like dancing.&lt;br /&gt;so i will leave you with this thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why can't guys just tell you how they feel about you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so you don't make a complete fool of yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Little P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-116242768204303053?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/116242768204303053/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412909.post-116229803521123595</id><published>2006-10-31T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:38:21.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And theres no one left, who has ever known us apart</title><content type='html'>well ladies and gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;its been quite the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not so much the actual events of the day.&lt;br /&gt;just the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i had the courage to do something.&lt;br /&gt;anything.&lt;br /&gt;but alas, i do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am left with one of the worst hands in poker&lt;br /&gt;7-2 off suit.&lt;br /&gt;The flop isn't looking so good&lt;br /&gt;7-3-queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the river card could be my lucky card?&lt;br /&gt;who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the dealer to finally turn that card,&lt;br /&gt;~Little P&lt;div 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a marine who was there for the&lt;br /&gt;why i stand for the pledge segement.&lt;br /&gt;he was severly injured 1 month into his service in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;severely.&lt;br /&gt;but he was pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;he explained all his badges, and was just a pretty cool guy.&lt;br /&gt;something i definetly wont forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of my day though was seeing matt adams on crutches.&lt;br /&gt;i know its horrible.&lt;br /&gt;but he laughed histerically at me being a gimp&lt;br /&gt;and to see him on crutches, ah it just made my day.&lt;br /&gt;well almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the icing on the cake was little B's letter.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i love that girl&lt;br /&gt;we are in the same situation i guess, just with different gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;and we will go to our rock.&lt;br /&gt;wether it be now or in twenty years,&lt;br /&gt;you can find us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still wondering though.&lt;br /&gt;what if for some spontaneous reason,&lt;br /&gt; he has a change of heart?&lt;br /&gt;or he just finally starts to notice me?&lt;br /&gt;well you know what, I'm praying for it.&lt;br /&gt;hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the rock where the sand meets the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Little P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a song for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Goodbye Until Tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Last Five Years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Don't kiss me goodbye again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Leave this night clean and quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;You want the last word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;You want me to laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;But leave it for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;All you can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;All you can feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Was wrapped up inside that one perfect kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Leave it at that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I'll watch you turn the corner and go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And goodbye until tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Goodbye until the next time you call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And I'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Goodbye until tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Goodbye till I recall how to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And I have been waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I have been waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I stand on a precipice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I struggle to keep my balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I open myselfI open myself one stitch at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Finally yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Finally now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Finally something takes me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Finally free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Finally he can cut through these strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And open my wings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So goodbye until tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Goodbye until my feet touch the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And I will be waitingI will be waiting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Goodbye until tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Goodbye until the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And I have been waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I have been waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;JAMIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I called Elise to help me pack my bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I went downtown and closed the bank account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It's not about another shrink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It's not about another compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I'm not the only one who's hurting here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I don't know what the hell is left to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;You never saw how far the crack had opened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;You never knew I had run out of rope and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I could never rescue you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;All you ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;But I could never rescue you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;No matter how I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;All I could do was love you hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;No matter how I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;All I could do was love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;God, I loved you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So we could fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Or we could wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Or I could go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;CATHERINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Goodbye until tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Goodbye until I crawl to your door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And I will be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I will be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;JAMIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;You never noticed how the wind had changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;CATHERINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Goodbye until tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;JAMIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I didn't see a way we both could win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;CATHERINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Goodbye until I'm done thanking God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;For I have been waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I have been waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I have been waiting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;JAMIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Goodbye, Cathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;CATHERINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I have been waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;JAMIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;CATHERINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I will keep waiting -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I will be waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Just close the gat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;eI'll stand and wait Jamie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;BOTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-116225346103577833?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412909.post-116206995613897376</id><published>2006-10-28T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:38:21.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a singular impression things are moving too fast</title><content type='html'>i've got one thing to say to the world&lt;br /&gt;SLOW DOWN!!&lt;br /&gt;everyones going way to just enjoy life&lt;br /&gt;so stop to smell the roses people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty of this too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to live so fast and get everything done,&lt;br /&gt;that I'm not loving life.&lt;br /&gt;and i should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh the morals of The Last Five Years.&lt;br /&gt;got to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today is the last performance of the Diviners.&lt;br /&gt;and i must say that this show has been amazing.&lt;br /&gt;we've made this show sparkle,&lt;br /&gt;and you can definetly tell.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sad though.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss hanging out with everyone right after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not to worry!&lt;br /&gt;speech team is here!&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait, oh it shall be amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tonight, im living life, no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;CARPE DIEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; from the crazy desk of,&lt;br /&gt;~melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-116206995613897376?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/116206995613897376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=116206995613897376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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was.........&lt;br /&gt;well, it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i just couldn't take it.&lt;br /&gt;no one knows the real story except maybe one person,&lt;br /&gt;so dont judge&lt;br /&gt;my life is just going down hill at the moment,&lt;br /&gt;and i needed a good cry.&lt;br /&gt;which i most definetly got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets just drop this subject ok?&lt;br /&gt;sounds good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then taylor said to me that whatever i'm mad about,&lt;br /&gt;won't matter five years from now, so dont worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;and shes right.&lt;br /&gt;it wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im not going to let anything affect me like i have in the past.&lt;br /&gt;so goodbye to the old me&lt;br /&gt;hello to the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting untill those five years pass,&lt;br /&gt;~melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-116194905915488696?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' 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too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diviners &lt;/em&gt;is going pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;it ran a lot smoother today,&lt;br /&gt;at least smoother than before.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe that we open in only TWO DAYS!!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;we will be fine though,&lt;br /&gt;at least i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only annoying thing is that this means i will be with certain people&lt;br /&gt;for the entire week.&lt;br /&gt;which i can deal with.&lt;br /&gt;but i would rather not.&lt;br /&gt;to much DRAMA in the drama department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing is,&lt;br /&gt;we are like a southern community.&lt;br /&gt;no one can do anything without someone else finding out,&lt;br /&gt;and then eventually everyone will find out.&lt;br /&gt;so the secret is..........&lt;br /&gt;dont have secrets&lt;br /&gt;just tell the world how you feel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh the joys of having friends that care a little too much about you.&lt;br /&gt;i love it.&lt;br /&gt;i would rather have them be extremely overprotective&lt;br /&gt;then let me do stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i LURVE you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for michael buble.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what i would do without him.&lt;br /&gt;his music just calms me.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the calm desk of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-116165115668539628?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/116165115668539628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=116165115668539628&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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tiger</title><content type='html'>god i love my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;only we will blast eye of the tiger while coming home from church and sing at the top of our lungs.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;thats just how cool we are.&lt;br /&gt;admit it, you want to be a pankuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there ya go,&lt;br /&gt;dont you feel better now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok moving onward........&lt;br /&gt;today was a pretty normal day. went to church, tink was home from college, so it was nice to see her again. then we cam home, played on the XBOX 360 for a little bit(i blew up some aliens hehe), and now im writing a speech and talking to you lovely people.&lt;br /&gt;today was definetly not exciting for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 days, thats how long it has been.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i dont mean im counting.&lt;br /&gt;even im starting to get curious now.&lt;br /&gt;not that i wasnt curious in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;and if you ahve no clue what im talking about,&lt;br /&gt;dont worry your pretty little head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this week, im going to do something for me.&lt;br /&gt;you may not like me for it, especially specific individuals,&lt;br /&gt;but try and stop me.&lt;br /&gt;just try and stop me smee.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if you dont like me for it,&lt;br /&gt;thats your decision.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care what you say,&lt;br /&gt;cause i say&lt;br /&gt;CARPE DIEM BABY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.&lt;br /&gt;TREA-TED.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well folks, the night is young, and so am i, so i think i shall be off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untill we meet again,&lt;br /&gt;~melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-116156051146966727?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/116156051146966727/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412909.post-116145555148008952</id><published>2006-10-21T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:38:21.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we never even heard the gunshots.....</title><content type='html'>i never thought 2 days could go by as quickly as they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game yesterday was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;we did amazing at poms, and i had tons of fun hanging out with all my awesome drama and marching band people.&lt;br /&gt;it was sad to see all the seniors though&lt;br /&gt;knowing that at the next football game they wouldnt be there.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH! whatever shall i do without you all?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too crazy to think about right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we lost the football game, but it doesnt even matter&lt;br /&gt;because we most definetly have better fans and&lt;br /&gt;we are just more awesome than OHS will ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie stayed over, and that was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of CSI, popcorn, and stupid remarks at odd times at night.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i love that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rumors&lt;/em&gt; was pretty good today.&lt;br /&gt;There are some people that we AMAZING but then there were others who were just ok.&lt;br /&gt;thats what usually happens in shows.&lt;br /&gt;The second act was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i love anthony, he was absolutely wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to see nicole today at OHS!&lt;br /&gt;i didnt realize how much i missed her untill i saw her,&lt;br /&gt;its just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today i realized something.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;Like really happy.&lt;br /&gt;I have amazing friends, an awesome family, poms,&lt;br /&gt;im in an awesome show, choir is fabulous, i dont know,&lt;br /&gt;im just really happy.&lt;br /&gt;and right now i dont think that anything could ever bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is only one thing that could ever make me happier,&lt;br /&gt;but yeah right that is ever going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;but im ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i even think that maybe it would be a bad time for it,&lt;br /&gt;because im so happy with the way my life is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im going to just keep on truckin. after all, life is a highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is a Highway by Rascal Flatts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's like a road that you travel on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When there's one day here and the next day gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you bend and sometimes you stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you turn your back to the wind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a world outside ev'ry darkened door &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where blues won't haunt you anymore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where brave are free and lovers soar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come ride with me to the distant shore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We won't hesitate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Break down the garden gate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's not much time left today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a highway &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna ride it all night long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're going my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna drive it all night long &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through all these cities and all these towns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's in my blood and it's all around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you now like I loved you then &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the road and these are the hands &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Mozambique to those Memphis nights &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The khyber Pass to Vancouver's lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knock me down get back up again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're in my blood I'm not a lonely man &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;here's no load I can't hold &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Road so rough this I know I'll be there when the light comes in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just tell 'em we're survivors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a highway &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna ride it all night long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If your going my way I wanna drive it all night long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gimme gimme gimme gimme &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah Life is a highway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna ride it all night long &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're going my way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna drive it all night long &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a distance between you and I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A misunderstanding once&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now we look it in the eye &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There ain't no load that I can't hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Road so rough this I know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there when the light comes in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just tell 'em we're survivors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a highway &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna ride it all night long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're going my way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna drive it all night long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01871219401530006935</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-35412909.post-116122198370154705</id><published>2006-10-18T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:38:21.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know! i'll say brad and angelina went to the mountains!</title><content type='html'>so today was pretty lousy.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nice thing was me and david finally started talking today after our big fight, and it was nice to talk to him again. i didnt realize how much i actually missed him i guess. thats what happens when you dont talk to someone that you always were with i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some interesting things happened at&lt;em&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diviners&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;too. one of my closest friends asked me out, and i said no. i know it might sound horrible, but why go into a relationship when you dont want it and have nothing to put into it? and why put him through pain just so you dont have to hurt him right away? eventually, you would hurt him now, or later. your choice. so i decided now. plus, i like one of his pretty good friends. this really sucks. i mean i cant just go out with his friend now can i? thats just a tad odd, and wrong if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are men so confusing?? urgh, they make me want to punch babies. (not literally though, don't get all riled up about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish he didnt have to be so darn amazing. it would make things go a lot easier for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, referring to my title, i guess i should tell the story now. so yeah i was talking to sean backstage with zach h. while he was doing his spanish homework. he had to do like 150 words about celebrities in spanish or something i wasnt really paying attention. so he was thinking of all these things like paris buying her dog and rachel ray having sex with a pomegranete (...?) and then he just randomly shouted "OH i know! I'll say that Brad and Angelina went to the mountains!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, today's motto is most definetly ...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow is my first day back in gym, and i really dont want to do it. i mean i love gym dont get me wrong, but seriously, who likes running like a trillion laps around the track? thats right like 2 people in the universe!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poms tomorrow, im so excited im jumping out of my boots................right about that. i dislike coach keck ....quite a bit. she said she was going to get the cheapest warm up jacket. they were 90 bloody dollars. great job, glad you put some effort into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the horrible feeling desk of&lt;br /&gt;- miss meliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who I Am Hates Who I've Been"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watched the proverbial sunrise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coming up over the Pacific and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might think I'm losing my mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I will shy away from the specifics...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause I don't want you to know where I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause then you'll see my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the saddest state it's ever been.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is no place to try and live my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Pre-Chorus]Stop right there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's exactly where I lost it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See that line.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Well I never should have crossed it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop right there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I never should have said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That it's the very moment that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish that I could take back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus]I'm sorry for the person I became.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause who I am hates who I've been.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who I am hates who I've been.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I talk to absolutely no one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Couldn't keep to myself enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the things bottled inside have finally begun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To create so much pressure that I'll soon blow up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard the reverberating footsteps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Synching up to the beating of my heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I was positive that unless I got myself together,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would watch me fall apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't let that happen again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause then you'll see my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the saddest state it's ever been.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is no place to try and live my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Pre-Chorus x2]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who I am hates who I've been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And who I am will take the second chance you gave me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.Who I am hates who I've been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause who I've been only ever made me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So sorry for the person I became.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So sorry that it took so long for me to change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause who I am hates who I've been.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who I am hates who I've been.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-116122198370154705?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/116122198370154705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=116122198370154705&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/116122198370154705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/116122198370154705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-know-ill-say-brad-and-angelina-went.html' title='i know! i&apos;ll say brad and angelina went to the mountains!'/><author><name>miss meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01871219401530006935</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412909.post-116112944811399808</id><published>2006-10-17T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:38:21.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this world aint big enough for the both of us</title><content type='html'>bleh.&lt;br /&gt;that was my day.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only nice exciting part about the entire day was going to the doctor and getting my brace off. W00t W00t!! i finally can do gym again! gosh i missed gym!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow i did not just say that..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lower note,  i had a breakdown. i dont know what to do about it. i dont want to not pursue someone just because a friend still has feelings for him and she would be hurt if we were together, but then again i dont want to hurt her either. so i've decided to sit back and just watch. if things happen, they will happen i guess. and if they dont, maybe the big man upstiars has something else planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never know. and thats what gets to me.  i want to know everything about what will happen in the future, but i cant. i just want to know if i can have something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that i CAN look forward to is Kylie coming over on friday night after the game. its gonna be one rad party, you all wish you could be there. but its by invitation only and sadly, only one invitation was sent. =) Then we are going to see the OHS play, so that should be fun, but people will be there, and i just hope that it doesnt ruin anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but look on the brightside kid, you always can make somethin outta nothin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats what keeps melissa pankuch going ladies and gents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, tomorrow is another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody needs to know - the Last Five Years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JAMIE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, kid - good morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You look like an angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't remember when we fell asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We should get up, kid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cathy is waiting...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at us, lying here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreaming, pretending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made a promise and I took a vow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wrote a story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we changed the ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cathy, just look at me now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on, facts are facts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just relax, lay low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All right, the panic recedes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody needs to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put on my armore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm off to Ohio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back into battle till&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know when&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swearing to her that I was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And praying I'll hold you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on, clip these wings -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things get out of hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All right, it's over, it's done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one will understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one will understand...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We build a treehouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I keep it from shaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little more glue every time that it breaks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfectly balanced&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then I start making&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conscious, deliberate mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that I ask forIs one little corner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One private room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the back of my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell her I found one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She sends out battalions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To claim it and blow it apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I grip and she grips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And faster we're sliding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sliding and spilling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what can I do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come back to bed, kid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take me inside you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pormise I won't lie to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on, don't cry yet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All right - the panic recedes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All right - everyone bleeds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All right - I get what I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nobody needs to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody needs to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And since I have to be in love with someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since I need to be in love with someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I could be in love with someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-116112944811399808?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/116112944811399808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=116112944811399808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/116112944811399808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/116112944811399808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-world-aint-big-enough-for-both-of.html' title='this world aint big enough for the both of us'/><author><name>miss meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01871219401530006935</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-35412909.post-116105103489931656</id><published>2006-10-16T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:38:20.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting on some beautiful boy who'd, save you from your old ways</title><content type='html'>well, today was .................... interesting i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my first school day without crutches, and let me tell you my knee hurt like a mother, but i hated those crutches, and i never want to see them again. hopefully i wont have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school was the worst though. i fought with "" about a guy that she apparently still has feelings for that i said i kind of like but not really. she kind of totally went off on me about how she doesnt want me with him because it would hurt her. she has a boy, so why does it really matter. i mean i see where she is coming from dont get me wrong, but then again, i really dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me and kylie decided that kevin officially has a 5 1/2 pack and he has very smooth muscles.&lt;br /&gt;hehe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can just feel that it is going to be an extremely long week, that will be full of drama.&lt;br /&gt;im just bursting with excitement, cant you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh kylie, im really craving our famous amos cookies right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cath you all on the flipside,&lt;br /&gt;miss meliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-116105103489931656?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-35412909.post-116094082530368347</id><published>2006-10-15T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:38:20.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when somebody breaks your heart like you, like you broke mine</title><content type='html'>well its been quite the week now hasnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is a light at the end of this dark tunnel. i dont have to use crutches anymore! i can finally walk like a normal person again! it may not sound exciting to all of you, but believe me, this is up there on my lists of most exciting moments in my life. right after being born and meeting my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was "D-day" for my brother, and i really hope it works out for him. he deserves it, even if some of you don't think so. I live with him, believe me i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this whole weekend i have been working on my gone with the wind project, which is basically deciding wether i pass english or not. its a very long project, but it is fun. i finished the background powerpoint and am finishing up the review. The just leaves the book vover and the three commercials. I'm so excited for one of my commercials, which is going to be when Rhett leaves Scarlett, and she pushes the easy button and Rhett comes back to her. oh my will that be fun, especially with nick as rhett. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had some "religious talks" with Kylie this week, and let me tell you those were quite interesting. who knew something like that could happen? believe me i didnt, and it happened to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know if things happen they will happen, we will just leave it to the big man upstairs to figure that out for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have quest tonight, so maybe that's what i will pray for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found an awesome song, and i thought you all might enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the amazing desk of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss meliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Wanna Be Around( Tony Bennett featuring: Bono)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be around to pick up the pieces &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When somebody breaks your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some somebody twice as smart as I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A somebody who will swear to be true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you used to do with me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who'll leave you to learn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That mis'ry loves company, wait and see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mean, I wanna be around to see how he does it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When he breaks your heart to bits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's see if the puzzle fits so fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's when I'll discover that revenge is sweet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I sit there applaudin' from a front-row seat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When somebody breaks your heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like you, like you broke mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-116094082530368347?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/116094082530368347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=116094082530368347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/116094082530368347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/116094082530368347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-somebody-breaks-your-heart-like.html' title='when somebody breaks your heart like you, like you broke mine'/><author><name>miss meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01871219401530006935</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-35412909.post-116026011168324765</id><published>2006-10-07T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:38:20.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 1/2 cats, 2 spinsters, and a gerbil?</title><content type='html'>you know what i learned last night?&lt;br /&gt;that reminicing on docks that look out at an empty theatre is an amazing experience&lt;br /&gt;just sitting there, staring at the seats, made me realized i needed to move on&lt;br /&gt;as my family says " sith happens"&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;then i listened to Michael Buble's song " You Don't know me" and i felt better. That's when i went to talk to Lauren b., i wont even try to spell your last name dear. but anywho, i went to talk to her, and we officially decided that we have no confidence when it comes to men, and we probably should take action and not just watch everything from a distance. we also decided that we are going to be old ladies together, and live in a huge house with 8 1/2 cats and a gerbil. we like gerbils. on the brightside, at least i won't be a lonely old maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Don't Know Me by Michael Buble'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You give your hand to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you say hello&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can hardly speak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is beating so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And anyone can tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think you know me well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you don't know me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, you don't know the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who dreams of you at nigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tAnd longs to kiss your lips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And longs to hold you tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I'm just a friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's all I've ever been'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you don't know me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The art of making love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though my heart aches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With love for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afraid and shy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've let my chance to go by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The chance that you might Love me, too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You give your hand to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then you say good-bye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watch you walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beside the lucky guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll never never know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one who loves you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, you don't know me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You give your hand to me, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you say good-bye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watch you walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beside the lucky guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, no, you'll never ever know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one who loves you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, you don't know me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch you on the flipside,&lt;br /&gt;miss meliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-116026011168324765?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412909.post-116008982833258695</id><published>2006-10-05T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:38:20.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well dear, now you have to move on</title><content type='html'>its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has his girl now, so now I MUST move on, i have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts, but that is just how its gonna have to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was ok, not bad not horrible, i have bruises from the crutches, it hurts to do anything, and i don't know what i want anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shout out to my boy brenden, who got surgery today. we get to be crutch buddies tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and david, kylie  would like to know what you taste like&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im off to L.I.F.E.   hopefully it won't be as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch you on the flip side,&lt;br /&gt;miss meliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-116008982833258695?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/116008982833258695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=116008982833258695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/116008982833258695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412909/posts/default/116008982833258695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-dear-now-you-have-to-move-on.html' title='well dear, now you have to move on'/><author><name>miss meliss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01871219401530006935</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-35412909.post-115991938432110987</id><published>2006-10-03T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:38:20.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you just keep icing that..........</title><content type='html'>i hate the school nurse.&lt;br /&gt;she cant seem to remember that you are only supposed to leave ice on for 20 minutes, then take it off for 20, etc.&lt;br /&gt;so i was running the mile right? bum bum bum just running when i step and get a shooting pain in my knee.&lt;br /&gt;i finished the mile (it was my last lap)&lt;br /&gt;but then i could barley walk, my knee locked up.&lt;br /&gt;so then i had to go to the stupid nurse.&lt;br /&gt;then i went home, and laid around all day until my doctors appointment at 330 i couldnt do anything cuz i couldnt walk, ugh it was so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the doctor took some xrays and told me i pinched a tendon and a ligament, and that i have to use cruches and wear a big brace. no gym, no poms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;how will i survive???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now im making lemon bars for oral communications demonstration speech, and it is calming me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please try not to be sympathetic too much tomorrow, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the wrong side of the street on crutches in the middle of rush hour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss meliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-115991938432110987?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412909.post-115983664463893558</id><published>2006-10-02T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:38:20.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to be a nun...........</title><content type='html'>today was dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;no questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beginning of the day was ok. classes as usual, bored out of my mind until practice for &lt;em&gt;the diviners. &lt;/em&gt;we paper mache'd the rest of the tree, and let me say it looks pretty flippin sweet. i was very proud. then we invented the tappy game, and let's just say, that was an interesting convo. it would have been perfect if fruits would have walked in on it, just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came waiting for my mother to come. so i decided to hang out with all my marching band people, since they are just so cool like that. but then HE came. he wasnt supposed to. i wasnt supposed to react the way i did. running out of the room crying was not the best way to attempt to get over it. but then something extremely odd happened. out comes my brother who proceeds to literally sweep me off my feet, carry me to the middle of the hallway, sit down with me on my lap, and let me cry. gosh i needed that. he thinks its his fault, and its not, he says that if he could change how he was so i could be happy he would but heres the real plot twist ladies and gents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want him to change. if HE wont give me a chance because of my brother, he's twisted and severley needs a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was over him, i swear i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i try to move on, and i find out someone is madly in love with the object of my affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will become a nun. i wont have any worries, all i have to do is pray, help the poor, and all that jazz. no boys. no drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, it basically means no living for the moment. no carpe diem. didnt dead poets society teach me ANYTHING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will just dream of being a nun, and deal with the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, tomorrow is a new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch you on the flip side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; miss meliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412909-115983664463893558?l=livinforthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinforthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/115983664463893558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412909&amp;postID=115983664463893558&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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