<?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-1507140132894860475</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:12:56.581-05:00</updated><category term='mall'/><category term='luna leaf bug school camera stalkage'/><category term='laptops'/><category term='skype'/><category term='scrabble'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='school'/><category term='photography'/><category term='today haha love you friends skype'/><title type='text'>forever something to complain.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' 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title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/4742585244735056848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/4742585244735056848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-5415142388324907943</id><published>2008-11-10T20:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:30:18.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>39: i'm not sure</title><content type='html'>i haven't blogged in a while.&lt;div&gt;i've noticed that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever since i got my cough, i didn't blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not sure what i want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but heroes is freakin out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;epicc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMGOMGOMG YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SANTIAGO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SANTIAGO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YESYESYES.:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-5415142388324907943?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/5415142388324907943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-1553769990959049289</id><published>2008-10-31T23:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:50:55.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>38: Halloween + NaNoWriMo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SQve6Q4gtsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4zPmEjXhj8g/s1600-h/IMG_4255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SQve6Q4gtsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4zPmEjXhj8g/s320/IMG_4255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263545682058327746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Happy Halloween! Today was fun! The picture above was just SOME of the people at the party.  It was epic crazy. It made really tired though. :/ I won't be able to stay up so late to start NaNoWriMo then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes, I am doing NaNoWriMo with a lot of other people. My idea is below. Don't steal it please. DD:! IF YOU DO I WILL SHOOT YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"""A young girl, roughly seventeen or eighteen, has always been known for her outstanding, unique talent in the arts. She was quiet, always quiet. Always obeyed rules. But there was this party, and she risks it all. She breaks all the rules. The next morning, her life, reputation, everything is ruined. So the next thing she knows, she is on a transatlantic flight to London. She doesn’t know anyone in London, but her fascination with the location has always known that is where she would go. She has nothing except her suitcase and art supplies. She tries to get a flat, but it’s too expensive, so she gets a little apartment in the suburbs of London. She doesn’t have any money to give her a stable life, so she has horrible living conditions, much worse than the ones back home in Omaha. She paints and photographs things, trying to sell her arts for at least some money. When that doesn’t work, she actually goes to look for a job. The girl finds a few jobs, and applies to them. She gets a job as a waitress and gets very low pay, but enough to support her bills and some food. Her manager and coworkers soon notices her arts when they come to her apartment for a small get together. The manager asks to hang her works in the restaurant, and offers many pounds. This man who comes from Manchester notices her paintings. He starts to fall in love with this girl who he thinks he knows because of her paintings. Although, he never knows whom this girl is. Later on, this same man is throwing a masquerade party, and has the restaurant that the girl works at cater the party. As the party goes on, the girl goes out to cater for the party, handing out appetizers. As she is bored, she doodles on a napkin and signs it, just leaving it on the table. This man sees it, and calls for her. Not knowing where his mysterious artist is. He looks all over during the party, not knowing who he was looking for."""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-1553769990959049289?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/1553769990959049289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=1553769990959049289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/1553769990959049289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/1553769990959049289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/38-halloween-nanowrimo.html' title='38: Halloween + NaNoWriMo!'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SQve6Q4gtsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4zPmEjXhj8g/s72-c/IMG_4255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-6282689554537486351</id><published>2008-10-29T15:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:48:16.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>37.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SQjLlRTdalI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0JvcnqbP4xg/s1600-h/IMG_4136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SQjLlRTdalI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0JvcnqbP4xg/s320/IMG_4136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262680005743045202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm losing confidence in myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-6282689554537486351?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/6282689554537486351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=6282689554537486351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/6282689554537486351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/6282689554537486351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/37.html' title='37.'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SQjLlRTdalI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0JvcnqbP4xg/s72-c/IMG_4136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-4429590912049241109</id><published>2008-10-28T08:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:06:26.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>36: Tuesday, October 28th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SQcOsdQR-yI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4suj4pY8K4k/s1600-h/IMG_3906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SQcOsdQR-yI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4suj4pY8K4k/s320/IMG_3906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262190846535662370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today's Tuesday, and I feel like blogging. It's actually way too early to be blogging about my day. It's 8:09 in the morning, so, I probably won't finish this until later. I'm in homeroom currently. A place I'd rather not be. I'd rather be at home. Or, in fact, in Oregon where Adam and Kimmi are meeting the vlogbrothers. I shouldn't be too jealous, I hopefully get to meet them in a few weeks. Truthfully, I think I'd rather be anywhere but here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I finished Paper Towns a few nights ago and I cried. Like literal tears down my cheeks. After I closed the book when I finished it, I looked back at my life. I actually could see how much my life is a wreck, and how much I really want to change that. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just another "paper girl" in a "paper world".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I really hate having so many depressing blogs. I should try to cheer it up a bit, although I'm not sure if I can. It all depends on my willingness to do so, and the day it is. Hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sport Skills: It wasn't anything special. Just my first class. Played flag football. I suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Advanced Algebra: Writing Prompt. WTFX?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lit Honours Large Group: Poetry. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SQdvIWB7LWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eugm_vsqjgw/s320/IMG_3890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262296878749003106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photography 1: Printed photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Open: Talked with peoples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spanish: Read a story and did PQAs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Open: Mr. Fauss' room. It was awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Earth/Space Science: Lab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mass Communication: Boring as usual. Talking about our In Class Essay for tomorrow. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah today went very slow, I'm glad I only have ten minutes left for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I realized how to get on msn via google on these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;laptops, and now I'm talking to the infamous charlieskies. I love talking to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, Adam and I created the land of Adamzon. He can go into more detail about it, and I'm too lazy to write much more here. Maybe a new blog will come up with all that is of Adamzon. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, the bell rings in five minutes. I'm so excited to go home. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xoxo ttfn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-4429590912049241109?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/4429590912049241109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=4429590912049241109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/4429590912049241109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/4429590912049241109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/36-tuesday-october-28th.html' title='36: Tuesday, October 28th.'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SQcOsdQR-yI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4suj4pY8K4k/s72-c/IMG_3906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-763044804882275979</id><published>2008-10-24T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:35:46.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>35: Here we are again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So. I have something important to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not really, but today was pretty rad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Sport Skills I almost caught a fly ball when it was kicked. (playing kickball) and well, I missed and it hit my face. AND IT HURT. and then I got the ball, threw it to first, and got the guy out. Laughing and crying the whole time because I couldn't believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now I'm in Earth/Space Science and reading Paper Towns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The book listed hundreds of attractions you could visit, from the largest ball of twine in Darwin, Minnesota, to the world's largest ball of stamps in Omaha, Nebraska." (Green 174)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. WHAT THE HELL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I LIVE in Omaha, and I've NEVER heard of this. Could John Green be making this up? I must find out, and then go to the Ames, Iowa gathering, and tell him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It really intrigues me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-763044804882275979?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/763044804882275979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=763044804882275979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/763044804882275979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/763044804882275979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/35-here-we-are-again.html' title='35: Here we are again'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-5597227202064199488</id><published>2008-10-23T08:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:06:41.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>34: Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm wearing an American Eagle hoodie today. Every time I wear this, I think of Adam. (youraverage) I think of him because he wears American Eagle. And because I sincerely believe he has a hoodie much like this one. I'll take a photo and put it in here after school today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I really wish I could get on twitter today. I want to talks to muh buddies. :[ But not, school decides to block all the good proxies so I could get on twitter. Why twitter is blocked, I have the slightest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, I'm going to drink my diet wild cherry pepsi and sit in homeroom reading paper towns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(half way through :D!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xoxo - bridgiez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-5597227202064199488?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/5597227202064199488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=5597227202064199488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/5597227202064199488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/5597227202064199488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/34-today.html' title='34: Today.'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-1787683035438022969</id><published>2008-10-22T14:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:06:39.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>33: I have so much homework.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm going to do it all tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Every single piece of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even if it's due three weeks from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm going to do it and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sick of not getting it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sick of missing assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sick of staying up late to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sick of being behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sick of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, if you see me online, and in an online state, please ask what I'm doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sick of this, and I need to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even if this means missing amazing epic skype calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even if it means missing blogtv shows. (which I really will be depressed about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Time to pop some tictacs for solace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On a lighter note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Adam says: WAIT&lt;br /&gt;bridget says: O.O&lt;br /&gt;bridget says: WUT?&lt;br /&gt;Adam says: BRIDGIEZ&lt;br /&gt;Adam says: WE GOTTA CROSS THE STREET&lt;br /&gt;Adam says: hold muh hand for safeties&lt;br /&gt;Adam says: - hand -&lt;br /&gt;bridget says: HOKAY -hand holding-&lt;br /&gt;Adam says: - walk -&lt;br /&gt;bridget says: -walkwalkwalk-&lt;br /&gt;Adam says: k we r safez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That is only one part of the amazing conversations of Adam and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xoxo-bridget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-1787683035438022969?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/1787683035438022969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=1787683035438022969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/1787683035438022969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/1787683035438022969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/33-i-have-so-much-homework.html' title='33: I have so much homework.'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-2368819777862874817</id><published>2008-10-20T18:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:21:06.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>32: no longer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SP0SOH3zF_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/M77OAvJ1p-U/s1600-h/IMG_3765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SP0SOH3zF_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/M77OAvJ1p-U/s320/IMG_3765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259379973679159282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i no longer have train tracks.&lt;br /&gt;i no longer have to be a braceface.&lt;br /&gt;i no longer have to be self-conscious when i smile.&lt;br /&gt;i can smile freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;my life is content.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chago says i look like a squirrel in this photo.&lt;br /&gt;alicia at my school says i have a lisp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we'll find out on skype/videos, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-2368819777862874817?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2368819777862874817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=2368819777862874817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/2368819777862874817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/2368819777862874817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/32-no-longer.html' title='32: no longer.'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SP0SOH3zF_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/M77OAvJ1p-U/s72-c/IMG_3765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-5363903860497602348</id><published>2008-10-19T10:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:57:46.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>31: something about you makes me scream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I have one more day until no more braceface. I'm so flipping excited. today is my last day with them. I really want to know how I survived two years with these monstrosities...if that's even a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I can't wait to eat oodles upon oodles of candies from Halloween. I decided I'm not going Trick-er-Treating this year. My first year not doing going. I plan to stay home and just eat the candies from our bowl and then keep whatever is left. I still plan on blaring Maniac and dressing really awesome-like. I mean, why not? It's the only day you can dress up as anything you want and get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't wait for next summer. It's going to be FANTASTIC. I really want to go to Georgia, and I got parent permission. We just need the money to send me there. Jasmine and I are planning on flying down together, and her mum is a travel agent, so we might get plane tickets cheaper. But when I'm in Georgia, yeah sure, I'll see my cousins which I only get to see once er twice a year, but I'll possibly get to see Leah and Zach! :D How amazing is that? And then I'll be able to hang out with Jasmine as well. It'll be epic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then, I don't know if we're going to Oregon this summer or not. But if we are, I hope it's over the time of the NW Gathering. I don't know how I'd be able to convince my parents to let me go to it, but I'd have to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, whatevs. Summer is a whole three forths of the year away. Now, all we have to do is wait. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-5363903860497602348?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/5363903860497602348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=5363903860497602348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/5363903860497602348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/5363903860497602348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/31-something-about-you-makes-me-scream.html' title='31: something about you makes me scream.'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-1842350675839415105</id><published>2008-10-17T19:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:44:52.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30: i've never dreamt the dreams i'm dreamin' now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPkwFNXgCdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hjelEyiK0Is/s1600-h/IMG_3665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPkwFNXgCdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hjelEyiK0Is/s320/IMG_3665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258286905977473490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;charlieskies made my day today. we talked a lot today, and it was tons of fun. i love talking to that kid. he makes me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;charlie says: is it odd&lt;br /&gt;charlie says: that my favourite show is the O C&lt;br /&gt;charlie says: and my favourite music is Owl City&lt;br /&gt;bridget says: I think you are obsessed with those two letters.&lt;br /&gt;charlie says: Ovary Clips&lt;br /&gt;bridget says: Orange Clappers&lt;br /&gt;charlie says: Old Cement&lt;br /&gt;bridget says: Ocean Crayfish&lt;br /&gt;charlie says: Octopus Cytoplasm&lt;br /&gt;bridget says: Open College&lt;br /&gt;charlie says: Oh Clearly&lt;br /&gt;bridget says: Oprah Cleans&lt;br /&gt;charlie says: Orange Clogs&lt;br /&gt;bridget says: Outstanding Charlie&lt;br /&gt;charlie says: Outwitted Cleverly&lt;br /&gt;bridget says: Ostentatious Cars&lt;br /&gt;charlie says: Oh Crap&lt;br /&gt;bridget says: Oh Charlie xD&lt;br /&gt;charlie says: Obviously Confused&lt;br /&gt;bridget says: Okay, clothes? (IDK?)&lt;br /&gt;charlie says: Oil Clovers&lt;br /&gt;bridget says: Are we done?&lt;br /&gt;charlie says: i think we are&lt;br /&gt;charlie says: that was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;today was a good day because of that. otherwise, it wasn't too good. i couldn't find Paper Towns at Walmart. (My mum won't take me to Borders, wtfbbq i know.) and my mum wouldn't let me go to the last home football game. which is kinda lame, but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ahh, yeah. hopefully tomorrow is better. baibai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-1842350675839415105?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/1842350675839415105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=1842350675839415105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/1842350675839415105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/1842350675839415105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/30-ive-never-dreamt-dreams-im-dreamin.html' title='30: i&apos;ve never dreamt the dreams i&apos;m dreamin&apos; now.'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPkwFNXgCdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hjelEyiK0Is/s72-c/IMG_3665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-77415420092258418</id><published>2008-10-12T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:45:09.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>29: I wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I wish I could come out with every worry, every secret, every heartbroken emotion I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's so much easier said than done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wish I wasn't so fragile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That way, my friends wouldn't have to pick up my pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Truthfully, sometimes I wonder if my whole life is a dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then I wonder whose it is, and if they are enjoying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wish people around me understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I secretly wish I never saw Post-Secret. It makes me feel inferior of myself. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is odd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xoxo -bridget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-77415420092258418?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/77415420092258418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=77415420092258418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/77415420092258418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/77415420092258418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/29-i-wish.html' title='29: I wish.'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-8596726960041351645</id><published>2008-10-11T23:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:47:33.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>28: Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPF-ZQQNfXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5GoGN3j8Uxk/s1600-h/ha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPF-ZQQNfXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5GoGN3j8Uxk/s320/ha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256121212442869106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wasn't planning on going. but I went...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chago is a lovely dancer. We had many nice dances. Zach stole me though during Crank That. But alls fair in love and war.  :] I danced with Jimmy, and I was like "o_o love." He's awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm. They played Miley. I was mad. But they played a lot of good songs to make up for it. Like Disturbia and My Girl and some Grease songs. My requests didn't get played, but whatev. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A very lovely evening I much conclude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ooooh, the homecoming king/queen. I knew the queen would be Chaeli. But the king D: I wanted it to be Evan. But noooooooooooooooooooooooo. It had to be the stupid quarterback. Lame. Evan is cooler. He is making ALLLLL of the Romeo and Juliet costumes for this year's play. But that's that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chago, I had fun with you tonight. We're going to Winter Formal together, yes? I sure do hope so.  :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo - bridg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[11:23:28 PM] Chago says: lmao o rly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[11:23:36 PM] Chago says: i left my circle of dance friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[11:23:41 PM] Chago says: and was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[11:23:47 PM] Chago says: "i'm gonna dance alone for a bit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[11:23:50 PM] Chago says: that was you, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you Chago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-8596726960041351645?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/8596726960041351645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=8596726960041351645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/8596726960041351645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/8596726960041351645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/28-homecoming.html' title='28: Homecoming'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPF-ZQQNfXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5GoGN3j8Uxk/s72-c/ha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-4170744425199173412</id><published>2008-10-09T16:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:27:03.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>27:  You're a freaaaak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chago says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chago says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at least you aren't in a series for five seconds before you're killed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chago says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;oh wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;bridget says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thanks. x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-4170744425199173412?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/4170744425199173412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=4170744425199173412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/4170744425199173412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/4170744425199173412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/27-thanks.html' title='27:  You&apos;re a freaaaak.'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-725795150810106567</id><published>2008-10-08T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:07:32.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>26: I'm lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can’t see myself going to homecoming dance. I don’t want to go, yet I do. It’s one of those mixed feeling things, because I feel as if something bad will happen if I go. I can’t see myself having a good time. I don’t have a dress. Well, I do, but it’s my old ones. Maybe my mom can tailor one of my sister’s old dresses. I think that would be cute. But with two days to do it, I don’t think so. I don’t think I am going for the sole reason that I won’t have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve noticed I’ve been focusing on my grades more this year. And I’ve been trying to give myself a future, even if it doesn’t seem like it. Yes, I’m slacking a bit, but I’m still trying to get into the swing of things. (Yes, even with three months into school.) This year is nothing like last year. I can’t breeze through my classes and half-ass everything. I actually have to think and do things. I’m trying not to mooch of friends. It’s hard, but I’m doing somewhat well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided I’m not staying up so late anymore, unless it’s break. I’m so tired at school, and I don’t get work done. It’s just a hassle so, I find it smarter. I’ve also been going to the IMCs, which I rarely did last year. I’m using my time efficiently, (mostly). I’m really trying to straighten myself up. At school at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t finished my written component for earth/space science that I’m rewriting. I’m turning that in tomorrow since he said I could revise it and get a few points back. I can turn it in during one of my open mods. I’m open like all day tomorrow anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could rant about things like this at school. We had to rant about anything that “grinds our gears” in World History today. I couldn’t think of anything, so I just ranted about how people need to be more open about people’s backgrounds. It was actually really short and fast. I hated myself for just speeding though it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to figure out which photo is my favourite and best out of the set of 139 photos I took on Tuesday. It’s for my out of school photography class. It gets judged by a world known photographer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is mad at me. I don’t know what to say except it’s utterly inane on his reason. He thinks I put my online friends before my real ones. First, I think he should be happy I have friends in other places than this stupid city or state. And, he should know I don’t put them ahead. I never have. Just because I talk about them, doesn’t mean I put them ahead. And, since they are ONLINE friends, I can’t really talk to them anywhere else but ONLINE. So chances are, if I’m online, I possibly am talking to them. That doesn’t mean they are put ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, concerning that. I don’t understand how he inferred online friends from me saying I was going to do my homework and watch heroes in a conversation that was I guess “serious” even though it basically was a big put-down at the end to myself. It kind of irks me. And the whole message tomorrow saying, “You’re too busy for anything.”, irked me too. Really. Did he think I was with online friends? No. I would have responded four hours earlier if I was. I was actually gone. Actually out of my house. Having a life. I’m sorry if I wasn’t allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of “lives”. Really, half my life is on the computer. And when I actually go into daylight with my IRL friends, and have a life, why am I the bad guy when I’m not there when an online or another IRL friend needed me? I don’t get it. I’m sorry I am having fun away from my computer. It is possible. I did go a whole week without one. (Considering I had no power the day I got back from the trip without internet access or a computer access.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a big rant, but I guess I deserve to put one up. A lot of my blogs have been low-key. I just needed to get everything off my chest. Especially since one night turned my whole week to shit. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish I was different sometimes. I do wish my online friends realised they probably wouldn’t like me if they knew me IRL. I’m afraid to meet them for that reason. I want to meet them, but there are those things. I’m such a weird person. I don’t understand myself at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m done. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this rant/rave. I needed it off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo –bridget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-725795150810106567?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/725795150810106567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=725795150810106567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/725795150810106567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/725795150810106567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/26-im-lost.html' title='26: I&apos;m lost.'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-3638675061838959172</id><published>2008-10-05T22:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:46:13.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25: sick of fancy titles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been watching 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" for the past few nights, and I finished it tonight. It reminds me of how much I love the film. I think it's about time I go pick up that book and read it. Speaking of books, there are a few books I"m looking on getting.&lt;br /&gt; 1) Betrayed by P.C Cast + Kristin Cast.&lt;br /&gt; 2) An Abundunce of Katherines by John Green.&lt;br /&gt; 3) Looking for Alaska by John Green.&lt;br /&gt; 4) Paper Towns by John Green. (when it comes out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel so out of the loop about John Green's books, so I need to read them. Like certainly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I also have been writing a lot. Two stories currently. I like the titles of them :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://somethinguntitled.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://words-expressed.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to check them out, but if you want to, whatever go ahead. But if you do, please leave comments! I love comments. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo bridget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-3638675061838959172?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/3638675061838959172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=3638675061838959172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/3638675061838959172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/3638675061838959172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/10/25-sick-of-fancy-titles.html' title='25: sick of fancy titles.'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-2682106575141811656</id><published>2008-10-02T19:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:16:53.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ t w e n t y f o u r ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SOVj9FmJX8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Te2VquXTCUM/s1600-h/IMG_3010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SOVj9FmJX8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Te2VquXTCUM/s320/IMG_3010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252714441522896834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SOVkU_O4pkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Si6UkSk1wxE/s1600-h/IMG_3015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SOVkU_O4pkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Si6UkSk1wxE/s320/IMG_3015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252714852131579458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; i feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;international&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-2682106575141811656?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2682106575141811656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=2682106575141811656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/2682106575141811656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/2682106575141811656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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lwccs&lt;br /&gt;[19:43] lumberjack sam.: who is this?&lt;br /&gt;[19:44] a_macinnis_08@hotmail.com: nvm i thought you where my friend sam and im and i subscribed to you on youtube&lt;br /&gt;[19:44] lumberjack sam.: oh. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-9023960257836448103?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/9023960257836448103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=9023960257836448103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/9023960257836448103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/9023960257836448103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/09/t-w-e-n-t-y-t-h-r-e-e.html' title='[ t w e n t y t h r e e ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-6942675137214142045</id><published>2008-09-26T14:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:10:29.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ t w e n t y t w o ] Crash and Burn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SN1BR4cl6eI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5MJotJXm0qM/s1600-h/IMG_2879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SN1BR4cl6eI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5MJotJXm0qM/s320/IMG_2879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250424516049758690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;And the world has turned its back on you&lt;br /&gt;Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to find relief and people can be so cold&lt;br /&gt;When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you cant take anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;br /&gt;If you jump Ill break your fall&lt;br /&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;br /&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;Youre not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;And a loyal friend is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Youre caught in a one way street&lt;br /&gt;With the monsters in your head&lt;br /&gt;When hopes and dreams are far away and&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you cant face the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;br /&gt;If you jump Ill break your fall&lt;br /&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;br /&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;Youre not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there has always been heartache and pain&lt;br /&gt;And when its over youll breathe again&lt;br /&gt;Youll breath again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;And the world has turned its back on you&lt;br /&gt;Give me a moment please&lt;br /&gt;To tame your wild wild heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;br /&gt;If you jump Ill break your fall&lt;br /&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;br /&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;Youre not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-6942675137214142045?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/6942675137214142045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=6942675137214142045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-7300667276754496482</id><published>2008-09-22T22:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:13:19.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ t w e n t y o n e ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SNheweP9DwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/k7_Eu8Yv370/s1600-h/IMG_2715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SNheweP9DwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/k7_Eu8Yv370/s320/IMG_2715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249049552547024642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love love love my haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-7300667276754496482?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/7300667276754496482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=7300667276754496482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/7300667276754496482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/7300667276754496482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/09/t-w-e-n-t-y-o-n-e.html' title='[ t w e n t y o n e 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/&gt;[9/21/2008 10:26:22 PM] Leah says: LL cool chago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:26:36 PM] Leah says: earth, wind, and chago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:26:48 PM] Bridget says: all time chago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:26:50 PM] Leah says: Alvin and the chagos&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:27:10 PM] Leah says: daddy chago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:27:12 PM] Bridget says: chago and the pussycats.&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:27:13 PM] vivien says: you dont muff me anymore&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:27:14 PM] Chago says: :|&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:27:20 PM] Chago says: baby don't muff me&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:27:21 PM] Leah says: chago punk&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:27:23 PM] Chago says: no more&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:27:23 PM] Chago says: don't muff me&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:27:24 PM] vivien says: pussy cat chagos&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:27:32 PM] vivien says: WHAT IS MUFF&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:27:44 PM] Leah says: enrique chagolesias&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:28:04 PM] Leah says: flo chago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:28:13 PM] vivien says: lil chagz&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:28:20 PM] Chago says: leahstein&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:28:24 PM] Bridget says: Go Crash Chago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:28:34 PM] Chago says: the devil wears bridget&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:28:42 PM] Leah says: jesse mcchagotney&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:28:54 PM] Justin says: Transviviens&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:29:06 PM] Leah says: jump little chagos&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:29:10 PM] Bridget says: coheed and chagita&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:29:12 PM] Leah says: jimmy eat chago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:29:13 PM] Chago says: iron justin&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:29:26 PM] vivien says: as i lay chago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:29:26 PM] Chago says: owl leah&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:29:33 PM] Leah says: jonas chaggerz&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:29:35 PM] Bridget says: nevershoutkimmi&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:29:43 PM] Chago says: bridget montana&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:29:46 PM] vivien says: kanye west.&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:29:48 PM] Justin says: Bridget chago and the kimmi of leah&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:29:51 PM] Bridget says: the academy chago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:30:01 PM] Bridget says: chago carter&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:30:21 PM] Leah says: MI Chago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:30:26 PM] Leah says: Machago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:30:32 PM] Bridget says: Chago Eyes&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:30:38 PM] Leah says: mariah chagey&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:30:41 PM] Justin says: Bridget chago and the kimmi of viven leah&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:30:41 PM] Bridget says: Chago Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:30:50 PM] Bridget says: Armor for Justin&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:30:52 PM] Leah says: MC Chagger&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:30:58 PM] Chago says: leahmore&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:30:58 PM] Bridget says: August Burns Kimmi&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:31:15 PM] Chago says: from leah to bridget&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:31:15 PM] Bridget says: Chagoseat GoodLeah&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:31:22 PM] Leah says: new chagos on the block&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:31:29 PM] Kimmi says: OMG. I've been selected to win a free macbook air.&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:31:34 PM] Bridget says: Chago likes Whitney.&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:31:34 PM] vivien says: LOL&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:31:40 PM] Bridget says: (boyslikegirls ftw)&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:31:43 PM] Leah says: chago and the whale&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:31:52 PM] Chago says: secret and bridget&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:31:53 PM] Leah says: OneChago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:31:53 PM] Bridget says: Breathe Vivolina.&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:32:08 PM] Bridget says: Chago Underwood&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:32:09 PM] Chago says: vivoin&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:32:09 PM] Leah says: the postal chago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:32:18 PM] vivien says: black eyed chagos&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:32:21 PM] Bridget says: A Change of Viv&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:32:25 PM] Leah says: rascal chagoats&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:32:30 PM] Justin says: The Vivien chago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:32:40 PM] Bridget says: Chagodos&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:32:50 PM] Leah says: ScarChago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:33:05 PM] Bridget says: Daphne Loves Chago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:33:06 PM] Chago says: flyleah&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:33:20 PM] vivien says: get chago. wear leah. justin&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:33:27 PM] Bridget says: Vivien is my Middle Chago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:33:36 PM] Chago says: midviv&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:33:38 PM] Leah says: three 6 chagia&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:33:44 PM] Bridget says: vivienforce&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:33:48 PM] Chago says: jimmy eat bridget&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:33:52 PM] Bridget says: chagoescence&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:34:00 PM] Bridget says: fall out justin&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:34:05 PM] vivien says: vivien0010&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:34:15 PM] Bridget says: family force leah&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:34:16 PM] Justin says: Brigse&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:34:22 PM] vivien says: bridget 182&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:34:23 PM] Leah says: aretha chagolin&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:34:27 PM] Chago says: kicktheleah&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:34:37 PM] Justin says: thatleah&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:34:38 PM] Chago says: shutupbridget&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:34:38 PM] Bridget says: amazingbridget&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:34:41 PM] vivien says: LIVELAVAVIV&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:34:43 PM] Bridget says: chagorage&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:34:47 PM] vivien says: youraverageviv&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:34:49 PM] Leah says: thechago88&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:34:57 PM] Bridget says: rockinbluebridget&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:34:58 PM] Justin says: kimmiofshinshine&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:35:04 PM] Leah says: littlebridget&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:35:05 PM] vivien says: leahontv88&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:35:09 PM] Bridget says: bridgetdurham19&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:35:11 PM] Chago says: kimmibravener&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:35:15 PM] Justin says: chagocadet&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:35:23 PM] Leah says: chagolew&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:35:24 PM] Bridget says: booleah37&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:35:27 PM] vivien says: vivienissocoollike&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:35:31 PM] Chago says: vivoldey&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:35:34 PM] Bridget says: bridgetmon&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:35:43 PM] Kimmi says: chagogoestocollege&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:35:45 PM] Bridget says: viviendays&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:35:49 PM] Justin says: vivienly00&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:35:50 PM] Leah says: 3sixty5chagos&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:35:55 PM] Bridget says: bridgetoakley&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:36:03 PM] Leah says: chagchag158&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:36:05 PM] Bridget says: sxechago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:36:09 PM] vivien says: vivienboyz&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:36:09 PM] Chago says: thenameischago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:36:16 PM] Bridget says: 5awesomechagos&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:36:17 PM] Leah says: halfchaggishguy&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:36:32 PM] vivien says: littleviv&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:36:35 PM] Justin says: chash&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:36:37 PM] Leah says: chagoontop&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:36:37 PM] Bridget says: kimmisopinion&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:36:50 PM] Chago says: bridgetrickman&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:36:51 PM] Justin says: Kimd&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:36:52 PM] Bridget says: RosyDyerMedia&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:36:56 PM] Leah says: alwayschagoback&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:37:07 PM] Chago says: kimmioctopus&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:37:10 PM] Bridget says: chagofight&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:37:10 PM] Leah says: italktochagos&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:37:11 PM] vivien says: nigachiga&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:37:15 PM] Justin says: LCSbridget&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:37:22 PM] Chago says: vivrage&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:37:33 PM] Bridget says: unchagiven11&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:37:34 PM] Chago says: justinnova&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:37:46 PM] Bridget says: justinxbinks&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:37:46 PM] Leah says: littlemissvivien&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:37:50 PM] Chago says: bridgetneedaeaseonup&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:37:56 PM] Bridget says: kimmineedsfootbadly&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:37:57 PM] Leah says: chagochordal&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:38:00 PM] Chago says: whataboutleah&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:38:01 PM] Justin says: chagoasteraki&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:38:07 PM] Bridget says: residentvivhuba&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:38:22 PM] Chago says: cadegoestoleah&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:38:24 PM] Bridget says: musicfromvivskies&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:38:24 PM] Justin says: feelinekimmi&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:38:28 PM] vivien says: vivienoakley&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:38:46 PM] Chago says: barbedleah324&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:38:47 PM] Leah says: chagurry17&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:38:47 PM] Bridget says: aceofchago101&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:39:00 PM] vivien says: itsleah010&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:39:02 PM] Justin says: vivienboyz&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:39:02 PM] Bridget says: epiphachized&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:39:05 PM] Leah says: chagossayhooot&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:39:09 PM] Chago says: kokimmiforest&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:39:20 PM] Bridget says: imustbeCHAGO&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:39:25 PM] Justin says: sincerelyleah&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:39:35 PM] Leah says: randomchaginc&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:39:37 PM] Bridget says: inaleahtown50&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:39:38 PM] Chago says: vivburry17&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:39:41 PM] Justin says: KoolVivien&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:39:45 PM] Bridget says: italktochago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:39:57 PM] Bridget says: jlcproductions&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:40:01 PM] Chago says: kimkim158&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:40:18 PM] Bridget says: chagzofsunshine&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:40:31 PM] Chago says: therockinbridgets&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:40:44 PM] Bridget says: monleah150&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:40:57 PM] Bridget says: omgleahpus&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:41:00 PM] Leah says: hayleygchagger&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:41:05 PM] Chago says: vivshoe37&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:41:09 PM] Bridget says: chagalew&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:41:20 PM] Leah says: colormechago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:41:26 PM] Bridget says: whatthechagz&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:41:35 PM] Chago says: bridgetneedsfoodbadly&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:41:57 PM] Bridget says: omgvivienrocks&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:41:59 PM] Chago says: themysteryjustin&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:42:08 PM] Leah says: my fave is still halfchaggishguy&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:42:21 PM] Chago says: leahloka&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:42:26 PM] Bridget says: rawrchabbie&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:42:36 PM] Bridget says: thenameisleah&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:42:38 PM] Chago says: bridgetskies&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:42:39 PM] Leah says: xchagomindedx&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:42:40 PM] Bridget says: thatleah&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:42:52 PM] Bridget says: swiftkaratevivien&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:43:03 PM] Chago says: amazingviv&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:43:03 PM] Leah says: longsmellybridget&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:43:05 PM] Bridget says: thiscityischago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:43:47 PM] Bridget says: lealldabeast88883333&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:44:03 PM] Bridget says: thetableforchago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:44:20 PM] Chago says: communityleah&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:44:34 PM] Chago says: bridgetjumba ;D&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:44:37 PM] Leah says: feellinechago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:44:38 PM] Kimmi says: hyperbunnyjustin&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:44:49 PM] Leah says: wherethereschago&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:44:49 PM] Bridget says: kimmicancer&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:44:51 PM] Chago says: disneyjustin1&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:45:12 PM] Chago says: cutewithkimmi&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:45:19 PM] Bridget says: fueledbybridget&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:45:24 PM] Leah says: chagodential247&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:45:32 PM] Chago says: leohsh&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:45:36 PM] Bridget says: shotzvivz&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:45:49 PM] Bridget says: chagginbandit13&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:45:53 PM] Chago says: vivzned&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:45:59 PM] Bridget says: chalts&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:46:17 PM] Chago says: omgmkimzrocks&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:46:28 PM] Bridget says: chagolilies&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:46:36 PM] Chago says: itsbridgetcrocker&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:47:05 PM] Chago says: wallofleah&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:47:05 PM] Bridget says: chade376&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:47:11 PM] Chago says: ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:47:18 PM] Bridget says: chagandviv&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:47:25 PM] Bridget says: VivLoka&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:47:41 PM] Chago says: venivianprincess&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:47:52 PM] Bridget says: leahxxlou&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:48:23 PM] Chago says: bridgetbrothers&lt;br /&gt;[9/21/2008 10:48:35 PM] Chago says: justintrippy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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.5'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-96904138121382649</id><published>2008-09-22T08:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:49:48.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ t w e n t y ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, yesterday was like, really fun. I woke up, and played sims for a bit. Then I got to go shopping. I got some really nice, new clothing. I'm happy. When I got back from shopping, Adam was live! So I went and watched him, it was a grand time. After that, I chilled, and got onto skype for a bit with Wit, Chagz, and Vivvy. It wasn't long because my call got dropped and Wit couldn't add me back in because skype killed her computer. And Cade was live! So I went to watch him. I had OPS in his room. I was shocked. Especially with him being CADEGOESTOCOLLEGE. I mean, I know I shouldn't fangirl anymore over him since I've talked to him before, but still. It's Cade. How can you NOT fangirl over him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But all in all, in the end of Cade's blogtv show, there was an ops war. It was something that made my day. Except for the fact Davey kicked Kimmi :&lt;. But Vivien kicked Davey after that. WOO! In the end, Leah won the chat survivor. Kimmi, Justin, Chago, Vivien, Leah, and I all went over to skype afterwards and we ended up adding our names to other people's usernames. I'll be posting that up later, I swear. I have to sort through it all and make it somewhat actually readable x]. My favourite out of all of them was kimmicancer (kimmi + feellinecancer) for sure. It's such one of those myspace names, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, I'm in Photo 1 currently, I turned in all my work, so I really have nothing to do but this. I really want Twitter on my phone, but I don't have texting, so there is no point right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And it's raining. I love rain. Problem is, it's dark, and I hate when it's dark and raining. It makes me feel like I'm in a horror movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But yeaaaaah. I might go browse around and read some blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-96904138121382649?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/96904138121382649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=96904138121382649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/96904138121382649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/96904138121382649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/09/t-w-e-n-t-y.html' title='[ t w e n t y ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-2063296699348756704</id><published>2008-09-18T22:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:14:36.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ n i n e t e e n ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SNMZC39wLAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/K8-T_Vf2DyQ/s1600-h/sajd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SNMZC39wLAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/K8-T_Vf2DyQ/s400/sajd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247565527990152194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're weird and totally into YouTube inside jokes when you end up doing this on your assignment for Spanish class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-2063296699348756704?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2063296699348756704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=2063296699348756704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/2063296699348756704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/2063296699348756704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/09/n-i-n-e-t-e-e-n.html' title='[ n i n e t e e n ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SNMZC39wLAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/K8-T_Vf2DyQ/s72-c/sajd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-4063471638627680391</id><published>2008-09-17T00:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:17:23.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ e i g h t e e n ] : .5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's 12:16 AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I'm still writing this Literature Honours summary/analysis over the last four chapters of To Kill A Mockingbird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Someone please put a bullet through my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*I DIDN'T EVEN READ.* How is one supposed to get this?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-fail-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-4063471638627680391?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/4063471638627680391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=4063471638627680391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/4063471638627680391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/4063471638627680391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-i-g-h-t-e-e-n-5.html' title='[ e i g h t e e n ] : .5'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-4479448806716733295</id><published>2008-09-16T11:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:38:10.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ e i g h t e e n ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This blog has no meaning. I'm writing because I have nothing better to do in my photo class today. I really don't. It's quite sad. I am too lazy to go out and take some photos right now. And that is why I'm writing this now. I'm also videotaping this. I don't know why. There is no point. Maybe that's my theme for my next video. No point. Good idea, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I haven't been on skype in a while. I mean, I have, just not in a call. I miss it. But, I live, yes. I've chatted a lot with Chaagz and Vivkitty. It's been epic. Chaagz! Oh, I had something to tell you. But I forgets. It's not like you read this anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eleven minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eleven minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Get me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want out of class. Actually, I want out of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to play sims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to make drama in the town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I mean, Charlie's gonna die soon anyway, so Vivien will have to take care of four kids. How scary, even though two of them (Chagz and Rosy) are going to university soon. Vivien will be a widow. She needs a new man. A YOUNGER man. Like...Adam! And so he will be her husband. They will meet. Love at first sight. Charlie is going to die from "natural non-cheats" and then Vivien will go for Adam. Chagz and Rosy might not like him, but Leah and Kimmi will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And Vivien will surely be happy. And besides, if Chago doesn't like Adam, he can go to university with his effin girlfriend. God. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;GET A LIFE LOSER. I know, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-4479448806716733295?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/4479448806716733295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=4479448806716733295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/4479448806716733295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/4479448806716733295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-i-g-h-t-e-e-n.html' title='[ e i g h t e e n ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-7775783167957075263</id><published>2008-09-14T22:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:35:40.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ s e v e n t e e n ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've always wondered what'd it be like to see things from someone else's eyes. Like, be in their body, and see things the way they do. Be another person, call it as you will. It has always intrigued me. It's probably something that doesn't help my self esteem, but it's always something fun to think about. Like, just sit back, and think about what it'd be like if you were the gorgeous popular kid in the middle of the room, or if you were that lonely kid back in the corner with faint cut marks on their wrists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My mind has weird complexities and not many people understand this. I perceive things different that you, most likely. I'm beginning to notice how indecisive and open-minded I am. I don't care if you are gay/straight/trans etc. I don't care about your heredity, or your racial background. I will like you as long as you treat me with respect. (and if you don't scare the living shit outta me.) My indecisivenes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;s will get the best of me one day. I know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Hey, where do you want to go? Movies or mall?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Uh...I don't care. You choose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I asked you. I don't care."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Uh..well..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-a half hour later-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"We could--no.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Bridget!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Oh...uhm. Both?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I can't do both!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Shit, well..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Nevermind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Oh...okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;See? I'm horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And now, I kind of lost my mojo, and forgot what else I wanted to say. I'll just please you with this photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SM3XohOFLmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/B2NzssB0MOk/s200/IMG_2227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246086232068664930" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I look like fail, thanks for noticing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-7775783167957075263?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/7775783167957075263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=7775783167957075263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/7775783167957075263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/7775783167957075263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/09/s-e-v-e-n-t-e-e-n.html' title='[ s e v e n t e e n ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SM3XohOFLmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/B2NzssB0MOk/s72-c/IMG_2227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-2523309147160076209</id><published>2008-09-13T10:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:40:12.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ s i x t e e n ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think I'm drifting from my friends. It's really sad too. Or well, they don't like talking to me anymore. It's one of the two. I feel like they don't like me anymore, which yes, could be very true, but it's a depressing state. I've noticed that I do like talking to my online friends a lot more than my real ones. They get me better, and they definitely wouldn't ditch me at a football game for some Taco Bell. It was really shitty what they did. But, I guess what I did was pretty shitty too. The whole game I didn't once hang out with them. I hung out with the French exchange student (Marie), Jimmy, Akila, Abby, Allie, Tori, Emily, and etcetera. But truthfully, it was a lot more fun. I don't think I've ever had so much fun at a game, even if we lost. We almost won, but alas, no. It was six nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, that's off the point. I realized my quote unquote friends would rather ditch me than even bother to ring me and tell me where they would be. Real friends for the lose. And I know I sound like a bitch, but I'm relieving myself of my thoughts. That's what a blog is for, yes? And I couldn't care less if they read this. It was a shitty thing they did, and it made me realize that. Also, I think they dislike me talking so much of my online friends. I bet they are jealous that I have such amazing friends online. They seemed to get annoyed today when I was all like "^_^ Vivien called me!"  It's not fair. It's not my fault. These are the times I wish all non-tubers were living in their own community, and the youtubers had their own community. God, that seems so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I know this doesn't pertain to anything, but Zach, my "friend" Noah thinks he can move me up a spot on the jerk list! I told him "What the hey, no. That's Zach's thing. Only he can move me up on the list." And he said "I can beat Zach up." I bluntly told him to go hide, because Zach is mega hardcoreawesometastic and can kick his ass. Of course, he doesn't believe me. No one ever does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the shitty friend movement, let's go onto the better part. I got to talk to Vivien today, and it made me quite happy. Not like anyone except you guys understand why. I've been having a shitty week, and to see I had voice mails from her during school, it just made me happy knowing I could listen to them after school. Also, I got to hang out with Marie all day. I even got her phone number, so it's awesome. She's "Smoking Carrot." And I'm "Smiling Cow."  It's wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank you guys for allowing me to be friends with you. It means so much. I know you probably would kinda probably hate me if you knew me real life. Obviously my friends do. I just wish they would comfort me like I comfort them. It's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, which I doubt you are, you can go do whatever. If you don't want to be my friend, TELL ME. I'm serious. But, yeh, whatever. I'm going to go be happy somewhere else. You're all just jealous because I have a French friend and online friends who actually seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But meh. That's my rant. I'm sorry. Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-2523309147160076209?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2523309147160076209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=2523309147160076209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/2523309147160076209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/2523309147160076209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-im-drifting-from-my-friends.html' title='[ s i x t e e n ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-6376042592010977216</id><published>2008-09-11T23:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:36:55.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ f i f t e e n ] : A Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SMnwrusQiHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FvTEPNLWibA/s200/IMG_1601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244987875108358258" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have this best friend. He means the world to me, and I don't think I could properly survive without this boy's wonderful help. He keeps me sane at least when I really am having hard times, like now. He seems to always know what to say, and I go to him for everything, even if I don't even get the chance to hear him sing. (in which I am still convinced he is an amazing singer.) And by far, tonight he comforted me a lot. I'm so glad he is in my life, and I don't care what anyone says. He's my best friend, and always will be. I never want to lose him. I know he'll never will read this. He doesn't even know I have a blog. But, if he ever does stumble across this, I want him to know that he is one of the most amazing people I have ever met. He really is. I know many people think him and I should go out together, but they do not understand our friendship. They don't understand everything about us. We are complex figures, and we have our own way of figuring things out. My best friend is one of the few people who completely understand me as an in real life friend. I wish everyone had a friend like this. He's one of a kind, and I'm so glad to be his friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You mean the world to me, best friend. Please stay forever and a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Love, Bridget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff270/tragiicxxdiisaster/IMG_1329.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-6376042592010977216?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/6376042592010977216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=6376042592010977216' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/6376042592010977216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/6376042592010977216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/09/f-i-f-t-e-e-n-best-friend.html' title='[ f i f t e e n ] : A Best Friend'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SMnwrusQiHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FvTEPNLWibA/s72-c/IMG_1601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-1950863043497110222</id><published>2008-09-11T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:16:30.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ f o u r t e e n ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was good.&lt;br /&gt;Until a little bit ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crying myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight lovelies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-1950863043497110222?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/1950863043497110222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=1950863043497110222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/1950863043497110222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/1950863043497110222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/09/f-o-u-r-t-e-e-n.html' title='[ f o u r t e e n ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-8894284093361072065</id><published>2008-09-10T23:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:54:27.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ t h i r t e e n ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I personally love how people are all like "We didn't die ^_^!" Of course we didn't. They haven't officially launched it yet. They launch it in October. And, I'm sorry to tell you, we wouldn't die either way. I mean really. Who are are you going to believe? The amateur scientists who don't know what they are talking about and saying that we are going to be sucked into a supermassive black hole, or the experienced scientists who actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; something and say we won't die and there is nothing to fret? Well, whatever, it's your decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today was not good. I'll just go with that. I feel really bad about some things, and I wonder if it's worth it to fix it. I know I can't be friends with both, while the other is bashing the other. It just doesn't work that way, now does it? No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel really sorry for Wit, and all the stuff she has to put up with. Everything has been on her shoulders lately, I just want her to take a break and chill out. Anyone want to start a "Give Whitney a Vacation Fund?" I'm sure she'd love it. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm really tired, and it's almost midnight here. I might go, so I can sleep, ya know? Mhm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think I'm going to bed now, I'm tired. I loves you. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-8894284093361072065?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/8894284093361072065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=8894284093361072065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/8894284093361072065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/8894284093361072065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/09/t-h-i-r-t-e-e-n.html' title='[ t h i r t e e n ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-280586740589377931</id><published>2008-09-09T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:54:56.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ t w e l v e ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Currently I'm in Mass Communication class. It's my last class today. I really miss my buddies. Like badly. I miss Vivienkitty. I miss Chagita. I miss Leahbear. I miss Whitanny. I miss everyone. I 'specially miss the skypeover. Another one soon, yes? I sure hope so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SMa1zzVdYpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wOP0tkk56VM/s200/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244078717677691538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The bell rings in fifteen minutes. We have a half day toady. You should be very jealous because my lip gloss is poppin. My lip gloss is flyy. I make the boys stare, as they drive byy. Hahaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm supposed to be reading the newspaper, and I really don't want to. I don't think I'm going to. So I'm going to tell you about my very short day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Homeroom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; We were there for five minutes. Nothing special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sports Skills:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; We played volleyball, and it was fun. Marie is really cool, so is Kaitlin and Abby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Homeroom (again?):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Yeah, we had to go to homeroom again. For ten minutes. Really lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Adv. Alg:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I really hate math. Like, I always have hated it. But Mosier is cool. She's has fun while teaching it, and I guess that is what matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Literature Honours:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Large Group. Took some notes on Characterization and Character Development.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photography 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Got our new assignment. Bird's eye and Worm's eye. Pretty fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Open:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I ate lunch and hung out with Alexander, my best friend. :] It was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spanish 3M:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Just review and such and got tomorrow's assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Open:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Walked around and then ended up hanging out in the cafeteria with Alicia, April, Wii, and Mariela. It was alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Earth/Space Science: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, it just had to be me. Tech support was in there and was installing something onto our computers. They had us log out, and soon enough log back in, except I couldn't get back in. So they had to delete my account and remake it so it would work. And I have no idea what to do know since that happened. Fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mass Communications:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Like I said, we're just reading the paper. I don't care for it. Whatever. So, yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That is what went down. Bell rings in seven minutes now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the dude is handing out a paper. What the hell?! We have ANOTHER essay to write? Oh no, nevermind. Just something to read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll see you soon at home. I miss you. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-280586740589377931?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/280586740589377931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=280586740589377931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/280586740589377931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/280586740589377931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/09/t-w-e-l-v-e.html' title='[ t w e l v e ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SMa1zzVdYpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wOP0tkk56VM/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-7017312890609386836</id><published>2008-09-05T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:16:56.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ e l e v e n ] : changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm looking at old photos and such of me. And wondering if I really changed much at all. Last year at this time I was starting my freshman year. I've always wondered how much I've changed such since then. I know I changed in personality, because I started to really grasp on aspects of my life, and I just was taking them and putting good use to them. I was reshaping myself, because I believe I am supposed to. We are on this earth to shape, reshape, and fulfil the plan set before us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wonder how much one year has changed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SMHHq9e51AI/AAAAAAAAADs/PJqWVwRVB9M/s1600-h/PICT0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SMHHq9e51AI/AAAAAAAAADs/PJqWVwRVB9M/s320/PICT0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242690982108582914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Last year. September 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had longer hair, with less layers. And it was highlighted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bangs on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't wear eyeliner, let alone know what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wasn't poster crazy. I had no posters on my wall except for ones out of magazines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was friends with people I'm not friends with now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had different clothing style. (I'm sure my "black" top section was far less than it is now.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had gone to one concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SMHIAsdsz6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/L5fiGBjVktI/s1600-h/IMG_1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SMHIAsdsz6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/L5fiGBjVktI/s320/IMG_1691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242691355497254818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;This year. September 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shorter hair, but growing out. Layers. Back to natural colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bangs on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eyeliner is a daily application.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My walls are covered with random stuff I find interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have newer, better friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have more band tops than I did then. (Far more.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love concerts, and have gone to at least eight concerts and seen over twenty five bands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah. It shocks me how much I've changed. For one, can you see the enhancement in my photography skills? Gone from crazy to myspace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know. I also was far more into youtube this year than I was last year. I wonder how next year I'll be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, until later, bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-7017312890609386836?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/7017312890609386836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=7017312890609386836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/7017312890609386836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/7017312890609386836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-l-e-v-e-n-changes.html' title='[ e l e v e n ] : changes.'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SMHHq9e51AI/AAAAAAAAADs/PJqWVwRVB9M/s72-c/PICT0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-7555165832426727647</id><published>2008-09-04T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:14:45.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ t e n ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm supposed to be doing my homework. But I'm taking a "short" break to type this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been in school for about three or four weeks now, and I'm still not fully into the groove. Give me another month, and I'll be fine and dandy. Currently though, lots of stuff has happened, that I'd rather not talk about, thank you. It's really nothing major. I've just been having a plethora of thoughts running through my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My laptop was unlocked again. It was unlocked last weekend over labour day weekend. It's not going to be unlocked much longer, so I messed with t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;he background. I hated what I did, but couldn't get the original background back. So I got the c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;losest thing I could. :D Yay for trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My Friday schedule really sucks. I'm open only a half mod. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My schedule goes as this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SMCs08zImkI/AAAAAAAAACY/ds5aR-VMmqM/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242379991933033026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;See how suckish fridays are? But oh well, I can deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, I got invited to this photography class outside of school, and I decided to go for it. Like seriously, what harm could it do? Which is exactly why I decided to take it. I'm super excited to be taking this course. I love love love love love photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hm. I don't know what else there is right now. So, I'll holler back later. Byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-7555165832426727647?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/7555165832426727647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=7555165832426727647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/7555165832426727647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/7555165832426727647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/09/spanish-planes.html' title='[ t e n ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SMCs08zImkI/AAAAAAAAACY/ds5aR-VMmqM/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-5520466849073460101</id><published>2008-09-02T07:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:14:27.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ n i n e ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Good morning, my friends. I wish I had dreams like this more often. I serioulsly want to like, cry at how amazing it was. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm in photography class, right? Well, there is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;this new boy there that I hadn't seen before in there, and well, he's like cute ( He looks like Tony from Skins).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SL2lclezLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/oiLz2BmyQR0/s1600-h/kaizfeng.com+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SL2lclezLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/oiLz2BmyQR0/s200/kaizfeng.com+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241527451845340434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And then Mr. Blevins lets us free to take some photos around school and such. So I'm walking around, and it's almost like he's following me. I get kind of intruiged by it. (Don't ask, it was a dream.) So I'm just taking pictures. We go back to class, nothing happens. Well, that must have been a Friday, because I go to class again on Monday, and he's there again. Blevins lets us out again and this time while I'm taking photos, the guy confronts me and talks to me. Or more so help me because I tripped. (Obvious?) And well, he ended up talking to me the rest of the mod. Then I guess I left my camera on this table. And so did he. Like, his was the camera I wanted a while back. You know, the nice new Canon's that are like blue, brown, silver, pink? Yeah, he had a blue one. And I had mine. They were right next to eachother and we weren't paying attention, and we grabbed eachother's camera. I notice this right after school, and I try to find him to give it back, but I can't. So I gave up and decided to give it back tomorrow. And well, during the ride home, I was looking at the photos he had taken. And a lot of them were of me. I didn't understand it, so while we were talking in class the next day and we switch cameras, I ask him about. He like, denies it and whatever. We go out to take more photos again, and he's talking to me the whole time. But anyway, near the end of the dream, he thinks "I don't have to worry about liking her" And I'm sure I can't read minds, but that was going through his head. And I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he was real.&lt;br /&gt;I might cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-5520466849073460101?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/5520466849073460101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=5520466849073460101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/5520466849073460101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/5520466849073460101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-arent-you-real.html' title='[ n i n e ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SL2lclezLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/oiLz2BmyQR0/s72-c/kaizfeng.com+%285%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-1944012196963857823</id><published>2008-08-28T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:14:05.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ e i g h t ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;today i had not so much homework as i thought because i missed yesterday. i did do better about getting my homework done before i got on skype. i had three fourths of it done when i got on. and right now when i'm typing this, i'm supposed to be reading my To Kill A Mockingbird book. i really don't want to, but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i want a big skype call. hopefully whitney's laptop will be working soon. i'd like a big skype call this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wouldn't that be epic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i'm going to read. good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-1944012196963857823?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/1944012196963857823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=1944012196963857823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/1944012196963857823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/1944012196963857823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-solar-system.html' title='[ e i g h t ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-6835432568689408750</id><published>2008-08-27T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:13:38.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[ s e v e n ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;how do you live:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;when you know your e-bffs are sometimes better than your real bffs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;good question. and i do not know this answer. but today, despite my "fake ill" when i really felt ill, i had a great day. Ben had come home from school early, which had been one of my plans but, sadly, it was raining, and i really didn't feel like dealing with it, so i just decided to stay home. i got some stuff done. i rearranged my room a bit. it looks quite nice. i rewrote my essay for lit honours, and that is due on friday. i got some of my adv alg (algebra two for you freaks) homework that was due today done (it was the assignment last night i didn't want to do because of my massive headache). i tried to do some of my earth/space science, but i didn't know exactly how to answer the questions, so i'm going to ask Anthony in homeroom tomorrow to help me. i didn't end up working on spanish, but i have most of that done, so all i have to do is read tomorrow and such and get it done. easy. i need to read my To Kill A Mockingbird book. i'll be doing that tonight and tomorrow. i don't have class until friday. anddddddd, i have to make up sports skills since i missed it today. i better email Dunn and ask him about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i got probably way too much music for my own good today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and....i lost my motivation to type more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-6835432568689408750?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/6835432568689408750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=6835432568689408750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/6835432568689408750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/6835432568689408750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-you.html' title='[ s e v e n ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-8306718233575066799</id><published>2008-08-26T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:13:22.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant of Complaints v1.[ s i x ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:18;"  &gt;Rant of Complaints v1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This is where I rant and complain beyond comprehension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and you just listen and not care about my problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First point of business would be how I am feeling. I feel like utter rubbish, and I really don't feel like going to school tomorrow because of this feeling. Plus, if I don't go to school, it gives me a chance to get caught up in work and get things done. One girl does not have enough hours in the day to do everything she must do while rather doing other things. Which leads me into my lack of discipline I'm enforcing on myself. I am putting a lot of my work back, and talking to people instead of doing my homework and such. That puts me doing homework at like, midnight, and feeling like a zombie at school the next day. And I have been trying to work on that. I have, but it's utterly hard when you are invited into a skype call you just can't miss out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second point would be that I've been really happy lately. Despite the whole, "not getting my work done and feeling rubbish", I've been considerably happy.  I've gotten a new variety of music, which I am quite content with.  I've been having a great talking to friends on YouTube. And I've been really in my zone for photography and writing, despite my lack of it because of my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third point is definitely about the whole online friends. I know every single one of you probably think I'm going to get raped or stalked because of this sort of thing. But, thing is. I'm not meeting them on myspace. I'm meeting them on YouTube. A totally different site. These people are making videos. These are real people. And are really who they say they are. I've seen live blogtv shows of them. And they are really there. Live. Not a predator or anything. I've talked voice to voice on skype. It bugs me when people get all "Oh em gee Bridget. You're going to get raped if you meet them." I really like this kids. They are awesome. Sometimes I feel they are better than my IRL friends. (and yes, I did just say IRL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know no one will read this. And really, I couldn't care less. I'm content with my life, to a point.  So I don't know why I titled this Rant of Complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take anything too seriously in here.&lt;br /&gt;It's just my rant of life.&lt;br /&gt;You really don't need to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-8306718233575066799?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/8306718233575066799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=8306718233575066799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/8306718233575066799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/8306718233575066799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/08/rants-and-complaints-v1.html' title='Rant of Complaints v1.[ s i x ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-7667881485546715061</id><published>2008-08-21T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:06:47.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today haha love you friends skype'/><title type='text'>[ f i v e ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, Alexander, Jordan, and Ben will know what I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Kay, here's the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just had one of the best days ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My two best friends came over today. Alexander and Jordan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I first started talking to Ben, and then we all got on skype and chatted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was pretty fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks for the music, Ben. :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alexander duct taped Jordan's thighs together and ankles. And she walked around like a penguin. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But holy crap. We were laughing soooooooo hard, it was so amazing. Then his mum came, and I helped Jordan hop up my stairs and out onto my deck and down those stairs, and walked to Alex's car. Hahaha, greatttness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then Jordan and I began walking towards her house, and we got to my neighbours driveway before my mum asked her if she wanted to fall on her face and break her pretty teeth. :[ Then she took the tape off and I walked her halfway home where she ran into some boys...it was funny, from what I read of her email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:] What an awesome day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I'm here, doing homework, and talking to Ben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's pretty awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now back to mathematics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-7667881485546715061?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/7667881485546715061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=7667881485546715061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/7667881485546715061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/7667881485546715061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-my-friends.html' title='[ f i v e ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-5206735413461260298</id><published>2008-08-20T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:06:36.155-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luna leaf bug school camera stalkage'/><title type='text'>[ f o u r ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by my school, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it was a very, very odd day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;first, i ended up passing out after i told my friend i'd stay up a little bit longer online with her. I passed out on her. And you know how I said I'd do my homework this morning? never had time. I woke up late. an HOUR late, to be more honest, sadly. so I didn't get my homework done, and now I have MORE to do tonight, what fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;uhm, so today in lit. yeah, it was weird. my macbook had the spinning wheel of death, so i was like 'oh noez' and went to shut down and restart. and after i did that, i saw the green light that showed your camera was working, was on. i was like flipping out, thinking that the admins were watching me or something, because photobooth wasn't working, yet the light was on. so, chris and i are talking to it, and well...oddly, he asks "if you can hear us, turn on chris 'lastname's camera on his laptop" and maybe a minute later, his camera was working.  it was the WEIRDEST thing EVER. i almost died. not literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i made a new friend. his name is luna. luna the leaf bug. SEE 'EM? isn't he gorgeous? i let him go this afternoon. he climbed my tree. it made me almost tear up, seeing luna leaving the nest so fast. he's growing up. tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SKzIFc9XUlI/AAAAAAAAACA/0Njasy-TeTA/s1600-h/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SKzIFc9XUlI/AAAAAAAAACA/0Njasy-TeTA/s200/IMG_0881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236780462723519058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;luna and i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-5206735413461260298?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/5206735413461260298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=5206735413461260298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/5206735413461260298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/5206735413461260298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-getting-stalked.html' title='[ f o u r ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SKzIFc9XUlI/AAAAAAAAACA/0Njasy-TeTA/s72-c/IMG_0881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-4030356860651327805</id><published>2008-08-20T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:06:07.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrabble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skype'/><title type='text'>[ t h r e e ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SKupe65rEGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfcz11T-LJQ/s1600-h/bvivy2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SKupe65rEGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfcz11T-LJQ/s200/bvivy2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236465340420657250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Time flies. It seriously only feels like nine o clock, despite it being midnight-ish. I was on skype with the usual people tonight, and that was fun. We played Scrabble. Note to self: learn self control over board games. I get way too competitive. But whatever. When Ben was in the skype call, I had said I'd do my homework. I had started to do it, I really had. Ten minutes later, Ben asked how far I was on my homework. Yeah, I had ditched it by then. So, I still haven't done it to right now at this time. I plan to do it tomorrow morning. Fair enough? I hope so. I have it first mod tomorrow. I'm so dead meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;By the way, this is another one of the photos I had taken the day in Photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm going to bed soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-4030356860651327805?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/4030356860651327805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=4030356860651327805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/4030356860651327805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/4030356860651327805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-xxthree.html' title='[ t h r e e ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SKupe65rEGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfcz11T-LJQ/s72-c/bvivy2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-400745244011993950</id><published>2008-08-18T17:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:05:48.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptops'/><title type='text'>[ t w o ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SKn6MgRtiNI/AAAAAAAAABo/GId0ov7mARg/s1600-h/bvstar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SKn6MgRtiNI/AAAAAAAAABo/GId0ov7mARg/s200/bvstar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235991134524508370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SKn6NG_dYfI/AAAAAAAAABw/uBSDV9XvMRk/s1600-h/bvivy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SKn6NG_dYfI/AAAAAAAAABw/uBSDV9XvMRk/s200/bvivy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235991144916935154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;so, i was able to be all peachy and get on myspace, facebook, YOUTUBE, and meebo on my laptop since the first day of school. well, i guess not no more. NOT EVEN AT HOME. school administrators suck and now blocked it all. pisses me the hell off, you know? and i can't get on like any sites at all at school. these laptops kinda really suck now. eh. whatever. i'll survive. this is why i have a home computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;so, those pictures you see up there? yeah, i took them during photography one today at school. my teacher asked us all to take pictures of certain spots outside of the school. those two pictures were two of the ones i sent to him for him to read. :] like them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but yeah, i have a little homework to do. and this laptop is kind of being really, really slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;alright. goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-bridget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-400745244011993950?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/400745244011993950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=400745244011993950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/400745244011993950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/400745244011993950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-you.html' title='[ t w o ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SKn6MgRtiNI/AAAAAAAAABo/GId0ov7mARg/s72-c/bvstar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507140132894860475.post-4291363071980620385</id><published>2008-08-17T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:05:30.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skype'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>[ o n e ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk198/birdigoesroar/friends/IMG_0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk198/birdigoesroar/friends/IMG_0814.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today was really really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was on skype in the early morning with whitney, adam, and chago, i believe. it was pretty fun, like it normally is. and then they had to go. so i was chatting with viv for a while. what cheery fun. :] but meghan ended up iming me and was like 'come to the mall' so, there i went. the mall was really fun. i did a small photoshoot with her and alexander. but then meghan broke her phone, and couldn't get a new one. it basically was really shitty. i feel bad for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but, then i got a ride home from the mall, and got on skype with whitney, chago, viv, and gabbie. then adam soon got on. and then adam and gabbie left. but leah joined us and we've been talking since. it's been really cool, and i've been doing this all weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i love you guys. why do you all have to be so cool? &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-love bridget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507140132894860475-4291363071980620385?l=birdrage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/feeds/4291363071980620385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507140132894860475&amp;postID=4291363071980620385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/4291363071980620385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507140132894860475/posts/default/4291363071980620385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrage.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-we-meet-again.html' title='[ o n e ]'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854760277587648629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdYI2HghFY/SPfzOr_H9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QanPZFM9V3Q/S220/IMG_3575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk198/birdigoesroar/friends/th_IMG_0814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
