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  <title>Um..... ..... Hi!.... &lt;3!</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 13:49:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I think too much when I can&apos;t sleep.</title>
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  <description>So, I&apos;ve been going through this &lt;em&gt;thing &lt;/em&gt;for the past week or two and it&apos;s been really bugging me that I can&apos;t pull myself out of it. So last night I was thinking about it, and I couldn&apos;t get my thoughts straight. So I grabbed the notebook I keep on my bedside table for cases like this. &lt;em&gt;(You&apos;d be surprise how often this happens)&lt;/em&gt; I started writing what I felt and when I read over what I wrote I realized that I had written something that maybe more people should read. Because maybe they&apos;re going through the same sort of thing, or maybe they could help me with what I&apos;m going through. So I decided to post it here, because I couldn&apos;t think of any other place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when I can&apos;t sleep:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having your heart broken is one thing and, even though I&apos;ve never let myself be broken because truthfully I&apos;m afraid of it, it&apos;s painful. But what I&apos;ve been feeling for the past week or so, I think I&apos;ve lost track of time, could be much worse. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I&apos;ve jumped off a cliff, and when I did the feeling was perfect. It was that weightless, oh my god my stomach is missing, free-fall feeling that makes you smile just thinking about it. It was just like that, it was pure bliss. I cannot remember a better feeling. &lt;br /&gt;But then I looked down and underneath me there are these horrible pointy rocks everywhere on the ground. There are so many of them, there&apos;s no way to avoid hitting them. I have no idea how high the cliff is, but I do know that I&apos;m heading towards the rocks fast and this awful fear has clentched my heart. There&apos;s no one around and I&apos;m not wearing a parachute. I know it&apos;s going to hurt like hell when I hit those rocks, but it&apos;s too late for me to back out now. &lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to close my eyes or look up to try to forget about the rocks beneath me, but I can&apos;t seem to pull my eyes away from them. The fear of hitting them is choking me and I feel like it&apos;s draining all the life out of me. I keep trying to call out for help, to catch someones attention, but no one cares enough to look for more than five seconds and that makes it hurt even worse. I realize, then, that I&apos;m alone in this fall. I really am alone. &lt;br /&gt;As I&apos;m thinking about this choking fear, and the pain I know I&apos;m soon to feel, I realize a few things. That feeling that I felt before, that weightless free-fall, I&apos;m probably never going to feel that again until after I hit those rocks. But that feeling... Those moments of weightlessness, of happiness, they were worth it. Even though this is going to hurt like hell, and I&apos;ve been so careful my entire like to never hurt like that because I&apos;ve seen what it can do, those feelings were so worth it. &lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I realize is that I am a damn strong person, no matter what anyone else says. I am going to be Okay after the impact. It might take awhile, and I may have to put the pieces back together alone, but I&apos;m going to be okay. &lt;br /&gt;The last thing I realize is that I&apos;m going to cry. I&apos;m going to cry like a child and I&apos;m going to need a shoulder and a hug, but I&apos;ll be damned if I&apos;m not smiling at the same time. I&apos;m going to smile no matter how much it hurts because I know damn good and well it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my hearts going to break. I&apos;m going to hit those rocks, and I&apos;m going to hurt. Not only am I going to hurt, I&apos;m going to hurt like hell. But I&apos;m going to remember that weightless feeling and I&apos;m going to let myself be relieved when I hit the ground. Why? Because the pain will let go of my heart, and I can start to be okay. So I&apos;m gonna smile, as I fall towards those rocks, and I&apos;m going to try to focus on those last few weightless moments I have. There might be a tear or two, but there&apos;s going to be a smile because this was totally worth it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read this over this morning, I started thinking about why I had jumped in the first place. Who on earth would want to feel this? But as I thought about it I realized, no one wants to feel this. This is the crappy part. The moments before this and after it are the moments that make it worth it. So now I realize why we jump. Now I know why we take that plunge, why we fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Life is totally worth it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2009 06:23:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>heh heh</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven&apos;t been on here in forever. So I&amp;nbsp;thought I&apos;d write a little something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I&amp;nbsp;was in Living Stations.... -glances at clock- Yesterday. Wow, it&apos;s 2:13 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played Mary, and it was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;nbsp;had to sit there and stare at the guy playing Jesus for the entire reading and the song. Then he had to lay in my arms and get covered in a sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it was touching and beautiful and well done, and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT&amp;nbsp;WAS&amp;nbsp;FROM&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;AUDIENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it was uncomfortable, the spotlight was really hot, I was wearing a BED&amp;nbsp;SHEET ON&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;HEAD, his head was right on my knee, which was very uncomfortable , AND&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;LOVED&amp;nbsp;EVERY&amp;nbsp;SECOND&amp;nbsp;OF&amp;nbsp;IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, performing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the discomfort was paid off when you look up at the audience, for a moment, and see a guy. A&amp;nbsp;full grown man, with tears in his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful. Absolutly Beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, I&apos;m soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo glad Lent is almost overrrr!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&apos;m never giving up Batman for anything! EVER AGAIN! I&apos;m ready to DIE. But only a week, and I can watch The Dark Knight again, JUST A WEEK. -sigh- I&apos;m hopeless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, that&apos;s all I have to say.... for now. lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I loves you all. &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 15:56:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Owwwwwww</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;Okay!&amp;nbsp;Well I went to the fair last night, woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun with the girl I&amp;nbsp;went with. Her name&apos;s Lisa, she&apos;s the best. I&amp;nbsp;haven&apos;t seen her in forever so it was good to catch up and ride stuff together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;She got me on the ride that goes in a complete circle, it likes holds you upside down for a while. That one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared, but it rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Henna tatoos.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;got a Badass Batman one on my wrist. I&apos;m gonna take a picture when I&amp;nbsp;find my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode this one, next to the Tornado if anyone goes to the fair, that I&amp;nbsp;rode on the Outside, bad idea. OWWWW!&amp;nbsp;The gforce pushed Lisa into me, and thus pushed my leg into the nob where the bar was holding us down. Well the top side of my right thiegh is a curious shade of purple, and&amp;nbsp;it constantly hurts. DO&amp;nbsp;NOT&amp;nbsp;RIDE&amp;nbsp;ON&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;OUTSIDE&amp;nbsp;OF&amp;nbsp;THAT&amp;nbsp;RIDE.&lt;br /&gt;Just don&apos;t do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school stuff finally got here late friday evening. All my classes are here but you&apos;d think I&apos;d bought a library. I&amp;nbsp;swear I&amp;nbsp;can fill more than one bookshelf wih all the books I got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom&apos;s thinking about getting my a locker so I can keep it all in one place. I know a bookshelf would do the same thing, But I&amp;nbsp;want a locker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that&apos;s all I have to report. I&amp;nbsp;haven&apos;t been up to the hospital in a while, but&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;was able to relax a bit at the fair and get my mind off of it. Even though I&amp;nbsp;know my chiropracter is going to KILL&amp;nbsp;me. Cause he said that I was already coming out of alinement the last time I&amp;nbsp;was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Sorry Dr. Nick. /innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I&amp;nbsp;think that&apos;s it!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Acorn&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 13:49:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>School Stuff</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;Okay, well Good News:&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;won&apos;t have to take Algebra 1 FOR&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;THIRD&amp;nbsp;BLOODY&amp;nbsp;TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;They accepted the credits from last year and I&amp;nbsp;should have my classes by today or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll be taking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literary Analysis 1&lt;br /&gt;World History&lt;br /&gt;Geometry &lt;br /&gt;Earth Science&lt;br /&gt;Latin&lt;br /&gt;Religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;think that&apos;s it, but I&apos;m probably wrong. So I&apos;ll have to edit this later more than likly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, Thats all the news I have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!&amp;nbsp;I went to see my grandma last night.&lt;br /&gt;-shiver- It wasn&apos;t fun. I&amp;nbsp;couldn&apos;t stay in there long. Her scar looks... Not right I&amp;nbsp;guess. I was uncomfortable and I was barely holding myself together. I&amp;nbsp;really want my sissy right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Really Bad. D= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sissy= My Cousin Karissa for those who were wondering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t wanna go back, but we might be going tonight. Mom bribes me with starbucks though, so I&amp;nbsp;might just sip on my Grande Iced Non-fat White Chocolate Mocha and suffer silently. &lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 15:47:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>-sigh-</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;Hmmm... Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you&apos;re really bored when you&apos;re wanting to do school work. But the rest of my subjects haven&apos;t gotten here yet, and it&apos;s been a while since we sent in my test and study course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I&amp;nbsp;think I&amp;nbsp;might be going to see Grandma tonight. I&apos;m not sure though, My mom&apos;s talking about boarding Coco and taking me over to my friends house to stay for the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgery went well, we don&apos;t know how much they got out. They&apos;re doing an MRI&amp;nbsp;to find out today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Sonya somehow got the idea that the doctor said 50% but Mom says he didn&apos;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 16:36:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Well I&apos;m At The Hospital</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;They took Grandma to Pre-Op about 30 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, now we sit in the waiting room and stare at each other for like 5-10 hours, depending on who you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don&apos;t want to be here that long, but I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t have a bloody choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like helpless when I&apos;m sitting around doing NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;did get all my school work done for today, sooo yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;do need to read some more of Red Badge of Courage, Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School assigned books usually just suck, so my hopes aren&apos;t too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I&apos;ll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Acorn&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 17:08:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Why doesn&apos;t Myspace have a mood that means painful other than sore?</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large&quot;&gt;Soooo anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the chiropractor today and he says that I have like an on going muscle spasm that goes from my shoulder to my hip. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, I have to ice it for 10 minutes every hour, it&apos;s COLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, I won&apos;t be going to the hospital to see my Grandma today, cause my mom has school tonight and we won&apos;t be able to go. But tomorrow I&amp;nbsp;will, I&apos;m not sure I&amp;nbsp;want to though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways... Yeah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never be able to watch Dirty Dancing again.... Family Guy Star Wars thing... -scarred for life-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Acorn, The Destroyer of Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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