<?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-4930543556516040604</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:31:00.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.terrible-taya.</title><subtitle type='html'>And she loves...&lt;br&gt;

regardless of everything that has stained her life.&lt;br&gt;

She loves with everything she has left...&lt;br&gt;

and that's beautiful.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-1193004393259364186</id><published>2011-03-31T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T17:08:58.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time?</title><content type='html'>my brother Quinten is having another little girl named faith, due in june. Vernon couldn't be happier - a new neice in a new home. i'm so proud of that little boy, i could cry. he is officially a high school graduate, and he has just recieved a 2,000 dollar grant to start college in bio-deisel engineering(i think- it could be chemical) when he moves to vernal with Quinten to start a job as a rough neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting school too soon. i told vernon i would go with him. however, my lease goes up next month, so i'm a little more focused on finding another place of residency. SLCC here i come. (FINALLY) =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-1193004393259364186?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1193004393259364186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=1193004393259364186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/1193004393259364186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/1193004393259364186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2011/03/long-time.html' title='long time?'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-3552212603448003262</id><published>2010-11-08T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T18:16:22.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=] i want to quit working at the theatre. &lt;br /&gt;but it's a little scary. i've worked there for over two years, and i loved every minute of it. i was thinking about it all day today, and the only thing i could focus on was the free movie passes. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vernon got kicked out of his procter home, sat in DT for three weeks, and now he's in a group home called the triumph academy for six months. all the way in brigham city. dumb brat. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to enjoy halloween in vernal. and i think i'm going again next weekend. and quinten and i are going to california in december for pink floyd. and they are comming here for christmas. =D it's all too exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamilyn is getting married. and i'm excited for her. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i work for a bank. isn't that a little weird? some 82 year old man told me over the phone that i sounded to sweet to work at a bank. it kinda made my day. at least no one has asked me if i was 12 yet, with my little girl phone voice. hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-3552212603448003262?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3552212603448003262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=3552212603448003262&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/3552212603448003262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/3552212603448003262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-to-quit-working-at-theatre.html' title=''/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-2943405534964951021</id><published>2010-09-16T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T23:25:01.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"well out here is fine, if you got the time."</title><content type='html'>let me say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YES.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good. and that's all. come back in a few months, and it will be better. ask me all about it, and i'll tell you. for a long time, almost everything is right. and i know eventually, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; will be right. thankyou. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-2943405534964951021?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2943405534964951021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=2943405534964951021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/2943405534964951021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/2943405534964951021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-out-here-is-fine-if-you-got-time.html' title='&quot;well out here is fine, if you got the time.&quot;'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-3546434925520302242</id><published>2010-08-20T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T12:27:46.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#1. "baby girl, i missed you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry i was never there and i want to fix it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; see you on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, okay sweetie. daddy's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; all the way down there just to see you."&lt;br /&gt;        dear dad, you're not even sober, why are you saying this to me? why can't you call me when you're sober?! yeah, dad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; see you on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; go and get my precious little brother, and go to that damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt;, and we will look for you for almost three hours, while i have to watch my little brother's heart break. and he had to watch mine.&lt;br /&gt;         go ahead and call me really late on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, telling me you were sorry. tell me that you really were there, and it was just bad timing. help me set myself up to have this happen again. because i promise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; let you. but i wont let you touch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vernon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. EVICTION. now what? damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. no more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nik&lt;/span&gt;. somehow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; okay. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. no money. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. no mother. no father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. STOP calling my brother a criminal, you bastards. he just made mistakes. but you all think you're to perfect to understand that. he's a better person then you will ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; scared. and i feel like i can't call and find out what's going on. i know i can't call. they don't want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to do with me. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; worried about her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;D.L.M.&lt;/span&gt; is haunting my dreams. i can't sleep. i miss him so much. and it'll never get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. i feel left behind. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; Rachel's kid. so what did i expect. just like my mom always told me, and even like he told me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to amount to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. B.Ray.J. =] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so scared of you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-3546434925520302242?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3546434925520302242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=3546434925520302242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/3546434925520302242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/3546434925520302242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2010/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-6314477451734389194</id><published>2010-04-24T01:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T01:37:56.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh mother, where art thou?</title><content type='html'>Vernon got released a little while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came to visit me at work on thrusday. it was exciting. and luckily i have an amazing manager that let me talk to him for about fifteen minutes. i guess he's living in a proctor home by the redwood drive in. he told me that while he was on his way home with our mother, he tried to fix her car clock. well, anyone who knows my mother, knows she thinks she knows everything. she thought it was one button, but the owners guide said it was another button that couldn't be found. so obviously, it was my brother's fault, and he was being 'defiant' and 'physically and emotionally abusive'. so his case worker had to go and pick him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now she wont return any phone calls, ever. and her number changed, and i guess there is talk of her moving? i don't know really, i've been told that when ever some one goes to talk to her for vernon, she's never there. why doesn't this surprise me? why can't she surprise me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, my brother is out, he's going to granger high, he's getting his license soon, and he can talk to me as much as he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-6314477451734389194?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6314477451734389194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=6314477451734389194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/6314477451734389194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/6314477451734389194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-mother-where-art-thou.html' title='oh mother, where art thou?'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-1340314020522459536</id><published>2010-04-20T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:32:28.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously?</title><content type='html'>so i got all settled in my little rented room, and what happens? the ceiling decided it was was time to hit the floor. yep. we were all watching the breakfast club, and the kitchen ceiling behind us collapsed. shortly followed by the bathroom ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we did what we thought we were suppose to do, and we called the landlord. who said he would be there by seven. he never came. we called again, and this time it was 'tomorrow'. he still didn't show up. but i guess this isn't very uncommon, my room mates told me that it was really hard to get the landlord to come and fix things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we venture back into the house to see if one of our room mates, Ken, could fix it. but it smelt terrible. almost putrid. then we called the health department, who in turn, condemned the place, due to mold, and gave us three days to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is the part where we get our deposits back from the landlord, and that has yet to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. after i just threw away all the boxes and was in love with the way things were, i had to pack up, all over again. and i was just getting ready to un-stress my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, i found a cheaper, bigger, nicer, and better place in west jordan. the only downside to it is that it's a little far from everything. and the house is only like... two or three years old, so i shouldn't have to worry about the ceiling falling on me. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-1340314020522459536?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1340314020522459536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=1340314020522459536&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/1340314020522459536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/1340314020522459536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2010/04/seriously.html' title='seriously?'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-3967423404783547070</id><published>2010-03-24T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:37:07.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-5751046949681577533</id><published>2010-01-03T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:34:34.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>three hundred and sixty eight days ago, i promised myself that 2009 was going to be the best year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three hundred and sixty seven days ago, i made peace with the fact that i would lose her some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three hundred and sixty six days ago, she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three hundred and sixty five days ago, i cried more than i ever did in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, one year later, 12 months later, i realized that i would really never make peace with the fact that i lost her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still needed her. and i still need her now. it's not fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-5751046949681577533?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5751046949681577533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=5751046949681577533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/5751046949681577533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you dislike most about 2009?&lt;br /&gt;i lost my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you regret most about 2009?&lt;br /&gt;i let my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gaurd&lt;/span&gt; down and i trusted people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you surprise yourself?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first song you listened to in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;... i think it might have been out of my way by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;seether&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your first movie of 2010?&lt;br /&gt;interview with a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your first food of 2010?&lt;br /&gt;... well i had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt;-tams... but i don't know if they count as real food. i have yet to eat real food this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i got to say that the new year festivities was a success. nothing went as planned, but that's okay. we had fun anyway. we even got to see really lame fire works, and i got sick. but it was still a blast. this week has been pretty eventful:&lt;br /&gt;last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; i got to go snow-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mobiling&lt;/span&gt;, and that was so much fun!! uncle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;darren&lt;/span&gt; and i drove to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heber&lt;/span&gt; and rode around on one for two hours. it was really pretty up there, it blew my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; day, uncle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;darren&lt;/span&gt; and i went to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sherlock&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;holmes&lt;/span&gt;. that is a REALLY good movie. and tonight we are on our way to see avatar again, because it's just so good, but this time we are going to see it in 3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago, Royal Bliss put on a all age show! they told us it was free, and inside, and that it was going to rock. so friends &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt;, Nolan, and I get down there, and we had to pay $15 and stand in the freezing death of winter. so they pretty much lied. but the wrist band that we got to go see them got us into the Eve festival, and we were able to see light shows. it was pretty cool. the festival was for three nights, and last night, we went to see more light shows, but they were full, and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;improv&lt;/span&gt; comedy was full, and well everything was full. that's what i meant before when i said that nothing went as planned. so we bummed around down town for a little while, and went back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chaylynns&lt;/span&gt; house and watched movies the rest of the night, but we still had a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-2541564448597705484?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2541564448597705484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=2541564448597705484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>'fake' chirstmas.</title><content type='html'>i just can't fathom that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chirstmas&lt;/span&gt; is about a week away. somehow, it feels like some little person prayed really hard for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chirstmas&lt;/span&gt; to come early, and their wish is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; true. maybe it has something to do with the weather. it's hardly cold [for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;december&lt;/span&gt;] and there is barely any snow. besides mother nature being just a little irregular, we are having '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;' tomorrow. so maybe it really is fake this year. every one is leaving on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; day, so we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;celebrating&lt;/span&gt; early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe there is still time. maybe all we need is a blizzard and more hot chocolate. who knows? my manager moved here from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;texas&lt;/span&gt; just a little while ago, and the weather is kicking his butt. it's funny to me, because, like i said before, it's not too cold for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;december&lt;/span&gt;. he should just wait until next year, and maybe the weather will be more normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to see a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chirstmas&lt;/span&gt; carol with friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nik&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt;. that movie was a little scary... maybe if i was eleven years younger, i would have been horrified maybe... i think it's just because Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Carrey&lt;/span&gt; is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photogallery.filmofilia.com/data/media/62/a_christmas_carol_wallpaper_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;how is that not scary? it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;jim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;carrey's&lt;/span&gt; face as a candle, and it talks in whispers. i always thought the ghost of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; past in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;muppets&lt;/span&gt; was scary, but she has NOTHING on this guy. freaking creepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i get to attend my first employee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; party ever on the twenty third. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really excited. our party was cancelled last year, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; our manager was just like Mr. Scrooge. he hated everything! oh well. it's done and over. we are going to play chubby bunny, and throw whip-cream pies at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;... oh yes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was a little bugged tonight...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my mom is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i fell down the hard, concrete stairs yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; had pizza for dinner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt; this week... =[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this boy makes me really happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want to go to temple square and see lights. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;need to finish my government homework.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gosh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt;-tams!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-8450403281575872641?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8450403281575872641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-3464138231101971750</id><published>2009-12-16T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:35:55.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pure 'bliss'</title><content type='html'>well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; been keeping me pretty busy; and i love it. i enjoy feeling like i always have things to do, and it doesn't bother me to tell boys that i am busy anymore, because i really am. i work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; this week, thank goodness, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; one of the only employees that's willing to work this holiday season. i also joined "best buddies," so i need to spend some time with a "special" person. and i am, once again, looking forward to a bliss concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i say more, i want to talk about the one just a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;that day, i was suppose to work all night. luckily, friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;juan&lt;/span&gt; traded me shifts [with a little bribery] and i was able to attend.&lt;br /&gt;next, i go to pick up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nik&lt;/span&gt;, and we were on our way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nolan's&lt;/span&gt;, when i realized i left my ticket at home. dang. so we go all the way back to my house to get it, and we drove just down the street to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;trax&lt;/span&gt; station, and we were on our way!&lt;br /&gt;until i realized that i -once again-did not have my ticket. DANG! so we had to go all the way back and get it. the doors opened at 6:30, and we didn't get there until about 9:15. but that's okay, because the band that was playing was like a really bad mix between Bob Marley and Elvis. so we felt better knowing we didn't miss much.&lt;br /&gt;Broke City was really good. but not as good as royal bliss. i Bet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nik&lt;/span&gt; that they were going to open with one of my favorites, save me, and i went home richer. They even played will you wait for me, witch is my favorite bliss song, and they haven't played that at a concert for about a year. so that was really happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;making&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;after the show, we waited around to have our pictures taken with them, and that was really fun as well. Taylor, the guitarist, is pretty dang sick, and he made sure i was taken care of! he made sure i got my ticket signed [and returned] and he wouldn't leave until i had my picture taken with the whole band. yeah, he's pretty much my hero.&lt;br /&gt;so it's about 12:30, and it started to snow. but we still had to sit and wait for the train, and we did until about 1:05. it was freezing. we talked about nothing, and it was really fun. then on the train, we all took turns &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;naming&lt;/span&gt; bands and what our favorite songs were. that made time fly, and we were soon in my car heading home.&lt;br /&gt;at this point, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nik&lt;/span&gt; and i are eating our fingers because we were so hungry, so we went to Burger King [our new after-concert ritual]. then we drove across the street to smiths for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt;-tams. oh yeah, it was an amazing night!&lt;br /&gt;and they are playing again at the end of the month for fee!!! so yeah, the highlight of my holidays so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, i also met a boy. and this boy is great. he's a smart boy, and nice boy, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;florida&lt;/span&gt; boy, a pizza boy, and a cute boy... i am really excited about this boy. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of boys, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Apolonio's&lt;/span&gt; best friend is asking me out on dates left and right... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh! tim-tams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i'm excited about this boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a cool new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my english teacher bought me a watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i hate school food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like my art class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm only takeing two classes next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i still believe through the pain, and through the grief. through the lies, through the storms. through the cries, and through the wars. Oh, I still believe."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-3464138231101971750?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3464138231101971750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=3464138231101971750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/3464138231101971750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/3464138231101971750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/12/pure-bliss.html' title='pure &apos;bliss&apos;'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-487281298377729023</id><published>2009-11-28T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T02:25:15.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"wake" comas.</title><content type='html'>is there such a thing as a "wake" coma? friend Kyle and i decided this is what i am suffering from. luckily, i had a great thanksgiving sleep at my aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;becky's&lt;/span&gt; house. it was one of the better night's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; had lately. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to avoid drug-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enduced&lt;/span&gt; sleeps, however, i just end up not sleeping. hence, a blog post at three in the morning. to tell you the truth, i found the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NyQuil&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just hanging out until i feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work and people and everything in-between sucks. today a customer called me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of trash, all because i was following our rated R policy. well. this made me VERY upset. like i didn't have enough self-image issues dude, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worked a whole lot this week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; all the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; glad i like my job. even though the new employee is a little (or very) high all the time, one of my favorites got fired, AND, they are letting idiots into management. what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, honestly, i miss my mother. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never gone so long without talking to her. even though she's a little crazy, she's still my mom, and i wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tabu&lt;/span&gt; perfume just so i can smell her. Pathetic? OH SO VERY. but she obviously doesn't want to talk to me, seeing how she had her phone disconnected. but who can blame her? i don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bliss is putting on an all age show on Dec. 12!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love Lie to Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; carol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my buddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;carlos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;chacon&lt;/span&gt; is one of the most annoying boys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever met.&lt;br /&gt;[maybe cell phones were a HORRIBLE invention.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn how to play assassins creed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle+&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt; ice cream+&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;+late after work= a happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;taya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so cold all the time, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you wait for me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so afraid to leave..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-487281298377729023?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/487281298377729023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=487281298377729023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/487281298377729023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/487281298377729023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/11/wake-comas.html' title='&quot;wake&quot; comas.'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-7226576283773790688</id><published>2009-11-17T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:25:33.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lightbulbs are the enemy.</title><content type='html'>i feel like today is the day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; suppose to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday at work, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;light bulb&lt;/span&gt; chose to explode in my face. and something, flew into my eyes. my manager and i decided it wasn't glass, because i wasn't cut up or anything, and he said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;light blulbs&lt;/span&gt; give off like a powder when they break, and we decided that was probably it. IT HURT SO BAD! luckily, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not blind, and my eyes just feel dry. i can see okay now. they're just sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, i can hardly breathe. i just got over a cold, this isn't fair. there should be a time limit. "okay, she just had a cold two weeks ago, so we can't hit her again for two months." my nose is tired of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sniffling&lt;/span&gt;, and out of no where, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; crying. like i said before, my eyes feel dry, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; randomly found myself "bawling" without knowing it. crazy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; probably going to get in trouble for not staying at school today, but i got sent home, once again, by my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; teacher. so... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; home, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to take a nap now, so you have a better day than me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-7226576283773790688?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7226576283773790688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=7226576283773790688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/7226576283773790688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/7226576283773790688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/11/lightbulbs-are-enemy.html' title='lightbulbs are the enemy.'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-2572548830526459279</id><published>2009-11-14T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:57:19.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>randoms.</title><content type='html'>woot!&lt;br /&gt;i got accepted into weber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dyed my hair red.&lt;br /&gt;then i dyed it back black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like any of our new employees at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bliss is doing an all age show on december 12!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bliss is releaseing a new CD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do like seether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am NOT excited for the holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to work all weekend. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really cold outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in is over-rated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I'm sympathetic, never letting on I feel the way I do as I'm falling apart again at the seam."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-2572548830526459279?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2572548830526459279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=2572548830526459279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/2572548830526459279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/2572548830526459279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/11/randoms.html' title='randoms.'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-7212655054269439597</id><published>2009-11-12T16:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:29:56.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been good my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i mess up ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is ever good enough for anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-7212655054269439597?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7212655054269439597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=7212655054269439597&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/7212655054269439597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/7212655054269439597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-good-my-whole-life.html' title=''/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-1339519121700014367</id><published>2009-11-02T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:47:08.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>alright, let me tell ya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; was probably one of my better ones. we had a costume contest at work. i dressed different all three days, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure i won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to go two haunted houses instead of just one this year. i love being scared. [while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; scared, however, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; tell you a different story.] and i carved my first pumpkin! his name was munchkin. he seemed to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt; now though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend Mitch works at that new, small haunted house on redwood and he gave me two free tickets. so i picked up friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt; and we went. it was fun. they had an organist running around, and she makes me terrified. it was pretty funny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went and bought $20 worth of candy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kool&lt;/span&gt;-aid. then we went to his house to join other friends and we watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hocus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pocus&lt;/span&gt;, The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Exorcist&lt;/span&gt;, and Halloween [by Rob Zombie]. i HATE the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Exorcist&lt;/span&gt;. it's the most horrifying movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever seen. cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nolan&lt;/span&gt; and i sat in the corner and hid under the blankets due to past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;trauma&lt;/span&gt;, while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Chyanne&lt;/span&gt; laughed the whole time. &lt;em&gt;what was so funny?&lt;/em&gt; NOTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was talk of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Wegi&lt;/span&gt; Board [is that how you spell it?] and that's where the fun stopped. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nolan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nik&lt;/span&gt;, and i were way to scared to work with that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; seen to many movies. anyway. it was super fun. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still in a candy-comma. all of us feel way sick. still. [in all, we had about $35 worth of candy and other junk.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one told me it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worked all day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like carving pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;kool&lt;/span&gt; aid.... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got pink chicken at lunch today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school food is really bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-1339519121700014367?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1339519121700014367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=1339519121700014367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/1339519121700014367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/1339519121700014367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-502228225271177996</id><published>2009-10-28T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:14:27.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kinda lonely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted you to know: I love the way you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away.&lt;br /&gt;I keep your photograph 'cause I know it serves me well.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I'm broken when I'm lonesome.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel right now you're gone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gone away, you don't feel me here, anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst is over now, and we can breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away.&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm broken when I'm open,&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t feel like I am strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m broken when I’m lonesome,&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t feel right now you’re gone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm broken when I'm open,&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t feel like I am strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m broken when I’m lonesome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don’t feel right now you’re gone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel right when you're gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gone away:&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel me here anymore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe all that comes from Seether is pure poetry. They know just what to say. All the time. and Shaun Morgan's voice is just Sexy! they are definately up there on my favorites. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so uh. i know they are there... and i'm sure they want to know. all three of them. however, i'm just afraid of judgement. and i hate letting people down, even though that's just a talent. i think my grandpa painted a picture to the world, and the world mistook it to be more wonderful than what it really is. i can't live up to this standard. there's only been two people really who let me be me. and they are the only ones who i think really accept me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm horrified of the near-future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blair witch project was the stupidest movie i've ever seen in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get to work on halloween. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only work two days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my iPod is cooler than yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do hate school chocolate milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a liar. [and so is everyone else]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my english teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i applied to attend Weber State University tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i peirced my tounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do LOVE Seether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging is pointless. no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night night. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-502228225271177996?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/502228225271177996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=502228225271177996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/502228225271177996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/502228225271177996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/kinda-lonely.html' title='kinda lonely.'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-4076274370625365649</id><published>2009-10-18T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:05:56.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holy gosh dang.</title><content type='html'>it's been a while. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i had a great adventure at Disneyland. it was spectacular. it was such a long drive though. we decided to stop and spend a few hours in Vegas while we were there. holy lights. there were so many of them. and you would think that in a place like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vegas&lt;/span&gt; things would stay open. but NO ONE was. just the casinos. it's was kinda lame, seeing how i wanted a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;souvenir&lt;/span&gt;. but it was kinda pretty there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we continued driving. SO much driving. and when we finally got there, the motel wouldn't let us check in, so we had to sleep in the car for a while, and we weren't feeling our best, but we finally got checked in, and we took showers and went to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was amazing. we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;california&lt;/span&gt; adventures first. and my first ride was soaring over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;california&lt;/span&gt;. it was pretty okay. we went on grizzly rapids or something like that, and the tower of terror, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;california&lt;/span&gt; screaming, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;maliboomer&lt;/span&gt;. it rocked. then at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;disneyland&lt;/span&gt; i believe my first ride there was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;matterhorn&lt;/span&gt;. [that was my grandpa's favorite.] and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;spacemountian&lt;/span&gt; rocked. that was one of my favorites for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was SO tired. and my feet began to rebel. i couldn't believe it. i thought my shoes were to small, but we went home one time and took a nap, and after that they were just fine. it was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt;. but what do you do? i had an amazing time. and that's almost all i can remember; just how much fun i was having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also got to go to the ocean as well. i don't even want to talk about it, it was just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drive home was a little stressful. we got lost apparently[i was napping.] and we couldn't find a subway. but i got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tommy&lt;/span&gt; boy, thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nik&lt;/span&gt;, =]. and even though we got majorly lost in California, we were still able to get home by eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is going to the birthday i remember most. i wish i was better with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;using&lt;/span&gt; my words in person, so i can tell them how much i appreciate everything, and that i love them so much, and that they rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well besides Disneyland, my best friend had other birthday plans for me. he bought me a ticket to the used concert. it was really, a great show. i had tons of fun. me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nik&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nik's&lt;/span&gt; mom went, and we just had a blast. enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i could say the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; where the fun ended, because the day after the concert, a huge event took place, and i don't know what to make of it. i could be really positive, and not let it bug me too much, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not okay, and i want things to change, but i don't want to talk about it anymore. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399985901349884066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/SvCakSIT0KI/AAAAAAAAAEI/peFltoSPoDI/s320/9218_1148171863578_1206009580_30372125_2751468_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399985905207362146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/SvCakggAQmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0rcQ1xpsQmQ/s320/9218_1148172183586_1206009580_30372133_1723180_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399985916313388738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/SvCalJ34xsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IxdZplyN7as/s320/DSCF0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399985924510732562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/SvCaloaSURI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SkJ-foGsves/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399985926740848706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/SvCalwt_MEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EMxzz0g94dI/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; currently sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to carve a pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;paper cut&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is cuter with mickey ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; procrastinating my brother's letters and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast food is NOT good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are getting a new concession stand at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might get promoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no health insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be better with my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;benjamin&lt;/span&gt; is the best band ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mac. and cheese rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4930543556516040604-4076274370625365649?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4076274370625365649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=4076274370625365649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/4076274370625365649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/4076274370625365649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/holy-gosh-dang.html' title='holy gosh dang.'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/SvCakSIT0KI/AAAAAAAAAEI/peFltoSPoDI/s72-c/9218_1148171863578_1206009580_30372125_2751468_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-968660742766883995</id><published>2009-09-25T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:45:29.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exciting news!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;. =D i always knew i would get to go some how before my eighteenth birthday! we are leaving in five days. i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for myself i bought a brand new 160 gig. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;. it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;supercool&lt;/span&gt;. i don't think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; ever fill it up unless i load it with movies and pictures. so i might have to find a few movies i guess. so my whole pay check is gone now... ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; way nervous for the ACT. i can't stand it. and the book is just telling me things i already knew, but when i took the practice test, i didn't do so well. so maybe i need to find a new book or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;applying for scholarships is stressful. they all want so many things, like my mother's tax returns for the last five years, and basically everything else. then there's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FAFSA&lt;/span&gt;, and when i hear about my college friends talk about it, it just makes my head hurt. they tell me it's hard just to apply, and they want everything too. but i guess you've got to do what you've got to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privileges&lt;/span&gt; at work are gone again.&lt;br /&gt;new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPods&lt;/span&gt; are the coolest!&lt;br /&gt;my car isn't so loud anymore.&lt;br /&gt;school chocolate milk is icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to the used!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; seen my first episode of House.&lt;br /&gt;i slept in yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;letherby's&lt;/span&gt; is pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-968660742766883995?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/968660742766883995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=968660742766883995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/968660742766883995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/968660742766883995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/09/exciting-news.html' title='exciting news!!'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-7992790610461197168</id><published>2009-09-20T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:16:24.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>homecomming.</title><content type='html'>well i have a jerk like boyfriend that didn't want to take me to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;homecoming&lt;/span&gt;, and he told me to go with someone else, so i did. =] his name is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thorup&lt;/span&gt;, and sorry i don't have any pictures... =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. he took me to the fair, and spent $50 dollars on ride wrist bands that we really didn't need at all... but that's okay. we drank fair lemonade, and rode this one ride that let us do back flips and we counted how many times we could get it to spin, but he got sick after the second time so we didn't get on any more rides. at home, while i was getting ready, my aunt and my uncle took off, and i couldn't zip my dress up. i thought i was going to have to dash and find something else, but i finally got it after about ten minutes. that was an experience. then we went to chili's! one of my favorites for sure. and he got the most expensive thing on the menu. ($13.95) and he couldn't believe the bill. and we only went to the dance for an hour, but that's okay, because the DJ sucked and he didn't play good dance music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well when he took me home, it was raining and i enjoy watching lightning (plus my aunt and uncle weren't home yet) so i drove for a long time and found a field and watched it. that was nice. at 12:30 i thought i should go home, so aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gae&lt;/span&gt; and uncle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blake&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't be worried, but they weren't home yet. so then i had to try to unzip my dress by myself, and that was even harder! i couldn't find the zipper for like five minutes, and then i did find it, and it wasn't unzipping! it was more interesting then trying to get it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i gotta say, the fair was fun. my aunt and uncle took me earlier in the day and we walked around the little shops and we saw bags, and puppets, and dream catchers, and all kinds of things. even magnetic therapy bracelets. we saw the animal displays and a guy in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt; robot costume. but when we didn't go on rides, i asked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt; if we could do that instead of a movie, and he was all for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frozen lemonade... :/&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE chili's!&lt;br /&gt;my high heels didn't kill me.&lt;br /&gt;our pictures are going to come out bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chevelle&lt;/span&gt; rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to the used!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-7992790610461197168?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7992790610461197168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=7992790610461197168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/7992790610461197168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/7992790610461197168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/09/homecomming.html' title='homecomming.'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-8436035330935945638</id><published>2009-09-14T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:17:00.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breathe....?</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry. they are good to me. they really are. and i'm glad they take care of me. i just don't want to be left alone. this is my first year without my grandparents. i don't want to be in an unfamiliar place this year... not without them. they were home. now i'm being taken out of my 'home'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work sucked today. i fell and hit my head, stabbed my finger, and my shin is bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained really hard, and i'm not mature enough to handle my fourth period on A days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to see him today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got new windshield wipers!! thanks uncle blake. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went through my glove box and found 3 different funeral programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared to take the ACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my government teacher is crazy. and a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have wayy to much homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to the USED!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-8436035330935945638?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8436035330935945638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=8436035330935945638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/8436035330935945638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/8436035330935945638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/09/breathe.html' title='breathe....?'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-7204509512959102986</id><published>2009-09-05T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:01:27.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>portfolio...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here's some things i was assigned to write last year for a thing called a 'portfolio.' they claimed it was a district-wide thing but they lied. anyways. i don't think it's fair if they have to stay hidden in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hard drive&lt;/span&gt; somewhere. so here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She wept. Against her will she cried. Her mind gave up. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t hide it anymore. She was crazy - not one once of sanity. The screaming tore at her ears, their faces filled her with an intangible horror. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t safe – how could she be? He was gone now, and she was all alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remembered last summer. They ran, they danced, and they played. They were too busy being kids, being best friends, being lovers. She could still smell the sunflower field they ran through as they chased each other into the sunset. She could never forget the way he smiled whenever she approached. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She wanted to be with him again. How she prayed for their reunion. But she knew he would never forgive her for going where he was. So she tried, and she tried. Her life was empty, full of nothing. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t sleep, and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t dream. She discontinued hoping, she forgot how. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt. Her whole body ached. Everyone saw the gruesome things in her eyes. She was filled with pain. She was paranoid, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t function. She could only remember him, she could only think of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She blew her ears out listening to their favorite songs. She was deaf. She could still hear them…&lt;br /&gt;She locked herself in her room and sat. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t cry anymore, she forgot how. She swayed while responding to the whispers. She remembered the look on his face as the dancing line of life fell paralyzed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She stared at the sun. Only its light was barely bright enough to represent his. Her eyes burned, and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t see. The faces were still there.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“My darling, my sweet, please always remember me and what we shared. Always think of me when things get hard. I’ll be leaving for only a little while. But I hope you never lose your smile. Your beautiful baby, don’t forget. One day we’ll be together, don’t you fret. I love you – always and now. Stay happy, stay sweet, and one day my love, I’ll hold you again when we meet.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet eloquence, filling my veins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beautiful poetry stimulating my senses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've got a lure I can’t deny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glorious ecstasy, and you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; got me trapped, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trapped in your elegant addiction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The power you possess is simply amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You heighten each sensation.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;___________________________________ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well it seems the rest of my portfolio got lost. at least you have these two right....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eh. i know they suck. but... what a blog with out poetry?&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/4930543556516040604-7204509512959102986?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7204509512959102986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=7204509512959102986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/7204509512959102986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/7204509512959102986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/09/portfolio.html' title='portfolio...?'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-2127690520091780521</id><published>2009-09-03T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:16:05.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 2, 2009</title><content type='html'>well. i had a pretty good day yesterday. it was eventful.&lt;br /&gt;school was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; less stressful and when i got home i cleaned off the bulletin board [a task feared by the other residence] and i played a few hidden object games. then my uncle and aunt came home, and my uncle handed me a letter from my baby brother. i was so excited. i can't believe he's saying he's saying having a great time at the boys ranch. that makes me excited. then i talked my aunt into finally taking me to go get underwear. and-if you can believe it- i got REAL underwear. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. anyway. that was exciting. but while we were at the mall we found a boutique for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;! we tried on hats, looked for the 'sexy man' costumes and we determined i was a hooker that wasn't working because i liked the boots. anyway, it was fun. well. after that fun feat, we went home to a phone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt; telling me i have been accepted to hunter high school!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so excited! so tomorrow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to get everything taken care of. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. well. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;phfff&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning, and i must have turned off my alarm and went back to bed without remembering, because i didn't get out of bed until ten. oh, dang. so i pretty much missed a whole day of school. no, really. i did. pretty lame. but that's okay. i made up for lost sleep. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not to worried about it, it was my last day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;that little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; boutique made me really excited for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;. i can't wait. and just days before, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;magazine&lt;/span&gt; came with costumes in it too. i pretty much found what i want to be. i can't wait. i love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;annd&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i decided you guys went to long without a randoms list, so here you are:&lt;br /&gt;i love chocolate milk.&lt;br /&gt;on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mondays&lt;/span&gt;, school doesn't start until 8:30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; really is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;i don't work enough.&lt;br /&gt;school lunch is bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;buhh&lt;/span&gt; bye. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-2127690520091780521?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2127690520091780521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=2127690520091780521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/2127690520091780521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/2127690520091780521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-2-2009.html' title='September 2, 2009'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-6396835865733592631</id><published>2009-08-31T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:04:29.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first week of school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so stressed out, no one can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been waiting for two whole weeks for my acceptance letter for hunter to show up, and still nothing. i remember it took me two months to get one my sophomore year. way to long if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is no longer a safe-haven. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;taylorsville&lt;/span&gt; has some of the dumbest teachers &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; ever come into contact with. not to mention that most- if not all the students there are either rich, snobby, gay, or stupid. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to lie, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;taylorsville&lt;/span&gt; is a great, well organized, better-off school, but i hate it. i guess my fist week wasn't so bad. i can't hide in my art class anymore &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; lunch period because ms. hunter has a class and no one can get in. and i think ms. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aalen&lt;/span&gt; is even crazier this year. i think the only 'normal' teachers i have is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mcleran&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;schmid&lt;/span&gt;. [&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; only saying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;schmid&lt;/span&gt; is normal because he's the drama teacher.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i got a cold yesterday. and i felt like poop this morning. i couldn't breathe, i could feel the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;phlegm&lt;/span&gt; in my throat, and my head felt foggy. so i sat in bed, trying to get all the icky stuff out then it started to bleed. and i don't want to go into further detail. so fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, my aunt bought me the last book of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Inheritance&lt;/span&gt; trilogy!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so excited. i can already tell that this one is probably going to be 75% of "the sun rose ever so slowly while casting a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goldish&lt;/span&gt;-reddish light all over the land as the trees yawned and stretched as the new day stumbled in like a monkey who lost all it's toes to a deformed alligator because it's mother was dropped into a pool of booze and left there until he was born...' and 25% of the story, but i love every single thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;annndd&lt;/span&gt;. i only have one month and two days of being a minor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-6396835865733592631?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6396835865733592631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=6396835865733592631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/6396835865733592631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/6396835865733592631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-week-of-school.html' title='first week of school.'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-7159498613490544683</id><published>2009-08-19T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:39:58.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only five days?!</title><content type='html'>that's just a little to crazy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to girls camp-&lt;br /&gt;i got sunburned, it was cold, i cut my hand bad, no one really talked to me, i kept loseing big booty, we had no showers, i had no cell phone service, my ipod died, we didn't do any tie-dying, and it didn't feel right being there so much.&lt;br /&gt;but it was really really really fun. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO BACK TO HUNTER GOSH DANG IT, it &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; make me happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get to work at all this week. i hope dettling makes it up to me, because he promised us all hours this week. what about me? i had to go to camp-but i was only there for two days of the schedual! yeah, i want to work everyday next week- i don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure it's to late to buy a ticket for the nickelback concert... i knew i should have bought it a long time ago. and i don't get paid again until the day of the concert. plus i don't even think my aunt and uncle will let me go because it's on the very first thursday of the school year. but i really want to go to the staind concert. i can't miss that. no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to clean. and i think i have a good excuse not to... but. i'm going to anyway. because sitting here just makes me think i'm wasteing my summer. [even though there's nothing left to waste.] merry wednesday. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-7159498613490544683?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7159498613490544683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=7159498613490544683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/7159498613490544683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/7159498613490544683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/08/only-five-days.html' title='only five days?!'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-2068033780982387373</id><published>2009-07-31T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:48:04.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and there they are. [most of them anyway.] i miss a bunch of long-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haird&lt;/span&gt;, fun loving, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;testosterone&lt;/span&gt; filled, grocery cart riding, dumb driving, long-boarding, black-wearing, guitar playing, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; addicted, grubby shoe wearing, glasses wearing [every person in this picture SHOULD be wearing glasses], lagoon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hating&lt;/span&gt;, loud, 'house' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;makeyoulaughsohardyoupeeyourpants&lt;/span&gt; JERKS. i w&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/SnKs2LwGKcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qPnVEZyz91c/s1600-h/6294_1027873393164_1715190654_61425_3778566_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364540153019115970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/SnKs2LwGKcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qPnVEZyz91c/s320/6294_1027873393164_1715190654_61425_3778566_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ouldn't change one little thing about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-2068033780982387373?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2068033780982387373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=2068033780982387373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/2068033780982387373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/2068033780982387373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-there-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/SnKs2LwGKcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qPnVEZyz91c/s72-c/6294_1027873393164_1715190654_61425_3778566_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-4584315266587127479</id><published>2009-07-28T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:52:51.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blast!</title><content type='html'>so summer is almost over, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; doing nothing but thinking about all the things that i didn't get to do this summer that i really wanted to do. it's kind of sad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; basically done nothing but sit at home. yeah, it was probably an eventful summer; i got to go to vernal, i went to my first rave, i worked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;, i got my own computer, i got to go to the zoo, and what else...? not a whole lot... this summer i wanted to go to lagoon, and go get my first pedicure, and go hiking. i wanted to go to lakes, and ride bikes. i wanted to go to an OUTSIDE pool, and play basketball. i wanted to just sit and talk about what really bugged me about last school year, and i wanted to nothing but smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, when i asked for most of these things, i was ignored for not being the right person.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't shown any sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't worth a sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;i was only a little late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i shouldn't feel sorry for myself- what do i expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i want to go back to school. MAYBE. i want to go back to the right school. i was looking at the yearbook the other night, and i miss those faces. i miss everything about it. even though they think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; nothing special, i was excepted, and i would rather have that, then just being good with a paint brush [because really, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not!] i want to have reasons to not stay up late, and i want something to do with my time. i want to stay after school until four to finish my homework, and i want to stay an extra two with my twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my twin. i miss him. with everything i have. i know it's my fault he's not around so much, but that doesn't mean i don't want him around anymore. i got to spend a little bit of time with him, and he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;changing&lt;/span&gt;, and i don't know who he's turning in to. i can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;legitimately&lt;/span&gt; say what his favorite soda is anymore. i want him back. i need to change. i refuse to lose one of the most important people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i miss them all. Eric, Nolan, Garret, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kyron&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Menlove&lt;/span&gt;, Michael, Tim... and i really want to get to know Doug... i can't believe they said he 'needs my approval.' They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; forgotten me! i miss them all. They supported me. they liked everything about me, and they didn't judge me. they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;accepted&lt;/span&gt; me... they were everything to me. i miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back to hunter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-4584315266587127479?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4584315266587127479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=4584315266587127479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/4584315266587127479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/4584315266587127479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/07/blast.html' title='blast!'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-4844280503388436895</id><published>2009-07-06T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:09:13.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Permanent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;david&lt;/span&gt; cook has one of the most beautiful songs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i sit alone at night wondering if i over-react to some of the dumbest things to get upset over. but i somehow always find a way to justify my feelings. good or bad thing - you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some one once told me that this empty feeling and sense of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt; was just a made up way of thinking to have an excuse for everything. he told me that it was just a great way to call for help, and it's very in-effective, and that i should just realize that there are people out there who care and love me. yes, love [yeah, he had to emphasize]. i was told that i just twist things that people say around so that it's against me, and that i find comfort in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;believing&lt;/span&gt; people don't really like me or anything about me. he said that it's all in my sub-conscience, and that it might seem like i don't, but some how it makes me feel better to think that people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; don't like something about me [make me feel better?].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he turned around and gave me every excuse for why it's acceptable to feel this way. how things in my life seem to depress me secretly, casting invisible shadows over my thoughts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;crippling&lt;/span&gt; the way i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;perceive&lt;/span&gt; things. he said i had very right to blame everyone else for everything. for every feeling and sense of dread i should be able to connect it to a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;contradicting&lt;/span&gt;, wouldn't you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to blame other people.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to twist things around.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want things to affect me the way they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. i guess i don't know what i believe. i don't know if he was right and that i purposely bend things against me... or if it's just a load of crap, and that my life really did suck at a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still sick of people asking me if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; okay.&lt;br /&gt;you all know the answer, i know it.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't think it's going to change for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not for a very long while...&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think it would hit me like this...&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think i would miss his &lt;strong&gt;hands&lt;/strong&gt; as much as i do...&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think i would ever miss how he was so nosy...&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think i would miss waking up in the night because he was loud in his chair...&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think i would miss his chair...&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think i would miss his stories...&lt;br /&gt;i never thought that i would ever miss his &lt;strong&gt;hands&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;but i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randoms:&lt;br /&gt;my bank is taking four dollars away from me every month and i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to see harry potter 6 hours earlier than the rest of the world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to work more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; addicted to movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to come up with every reason to not clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;procrastinating&lt;/span&gt; my summer art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew how to play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want more posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my car can't handle freeways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Larter&lt;/span&gt; is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;michael&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;jackson&lt;/span&gt; dying is still hitting me hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-4844280503388436895?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4844280503388436895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=4844280503388436895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/4844280503388436895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/4844280503388436895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/07/permanent.html' title='Permanent'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-1657210018240552546</id><published>2009-06-27T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:49:03.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insensitive?</title><content type='html'>very much so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend blew me off today. when i needed her most.&lt;br /&gt;[i tried to tell my uncle, and he said i would do the same thing...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. i wouldn't. i would never tell carolina i would spend the day with her after something traumatic like this happened and blow her off. i wouldn't. i couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they left me home alone too... this troubled me. i feel so alone... when i went sobbing up stairs looking for a hug, no one was there. well fine then. i don't need no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stop asking me if i'm okay&lt;/strong&gt;. you all know this is a dumb question, because you all already know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell myself this is just a bad dream or a really sad movie. but it's not. i lost every ounce of feeling today, besides lonliness, heart break and betrayal.i thought nothing could hurt me more... but i guess i was wrong. i told myself they would be there for me. no one was. so i left. looking for someone, and they lied. leaving me to myself and my self-destructive way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's fine. i can learn to deal with it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't need any one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only person i truely needed is dead now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-1657210018240552546?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-8800006133954461980</id><published>2009-06-27T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T04:56:40.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first night on lortab.</title><content type='html'>i took it, and everything stopped. no more anything. no more happiness, no more hope... i don't know what to think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt woke me up this morning at about 3:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't understand why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how's the medicine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you feel better?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"grandpa died."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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lortab.'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-8911249859449010497</id><published>2009-06-26T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:50:15.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looooong.</title><content type='html'>MICHAEL JACKSON DIED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well on the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i went to vernal to visit my Brother. i had the greatest time! i went to the drive in for the first time, i went to wingers for the first time, and there's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JB's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; there! i thought they were gone forever. but they're not! and i got to see the dinosaur museum and a rolled a four wheeler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start with that. one week ago today, on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my brother borrowed a four wheeler from his friend and we went to a place he called 'the hills.' he took me for a ride and right after he taught me how to drive it. [automatically you know this is a bad idea! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a 17-year old speed demon] and the first thing he told me was that the higher the gear you are in, the faster you go, and the second thing he showed me was were the gas was. i knew where the break was and we were off! we were having a blast! well there was this one hill in particular that looked extra fun. so i was in the highest gear [fifth] and i tried to turn down it, but it was a sharper turn that i anticipated and we went off the trail going really fast, and it was a fairly steep hill. then i hit the breaks way to hard. i had three thoughts in the next three moments.&lt;br /&gt;1. "I'm not going to die! I have a helmet on!" as we were upside down.&lt;br /&gt;2. my head it the ground and "My brother is going to die!!"&lt;br /&gt;3. my whole body was on the ground at this point, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;four wheeler&lt;/span&gt; crashed on top of me; i felt and heard something snap and "They LIED! the helmet didn't save me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dead!"&lt;br /&gt;well. after that we sat there for minute, trying to think straight, and then i realized that my helmet was almost 10 feet away! the scared the poo out of me! and well... we got on to the four wheeler to get back down to the truck and my brother claims i passed out, but i don't remember getting off the hill so i guess i did. we didn't go to the emergency room, we went home and watched t.v. i found a huge bump on the back of my head and an impressive bruise on my left knee. my neck, shoulders and back hurt pretty bad. My brother's hip and leg were the only things bugging him. after we calmed down and we didn't hurt so bad, we got back on the four wheeler and went up to the mountains and drove on hiking trails through the trees. it was ridiculously relaxing, peaceful, and fun! i never wanted to go home! it was a wonderful time. on the way there however, we discovered that my hair was falling out! i don't want to talk about that. it was the best day of my life so far. it was full of everything worth living for! Pain, excitement, adrenaline, horror, regret, happiness, and i learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today i finally went to the doctors about it, and i have to have a CT scan and X-ray. dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i got back, it wasn't great at all. but i really don't want to talk about that. but gosh it's hard to find sympathy in my place of dwelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON DIED!!&lt;br /&gt;this is a really sad story! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lying&lt;/span&gt;. it hit me hard. he was one of my all time heroes. i felt so sorry for him, but i respected him so much. he had it pretty rough as a kid, and he was a little confused and he needed direction. but he could have drunk himself into an endless abyss and he could have done to many drugs and he could have ended up killing himself in a toilet, but he didn't. he lived with it, and he tried to deal with it in a way he felt comfortable with. i don't know why people were so surprised when that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. [and i know you know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; talking about] yeah, it looked and sounded wrong, but we can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;be sure&lt;/span&gt; anything really happened, and he was rich. to some one on the outside, this was the perfect get-rich-fast scheme. how could something like this not happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a little randoms:&lt;br /&gt;we got new shirts at work, and i don't know if i like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the cutest nieces and my nephew is the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get to go to the carnival... =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lortab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and i don't know if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mature enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON DIED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like driving with the music loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like driving fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night time showers help me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;braveheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the greatest movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gibson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;! [have you ever seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;apocalypto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast food makes my tummy hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any type of meat [except chicken] makes my tummy hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; going to be a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turning 18 scares me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a beautiful rainbow out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;acquaint&lt;/span&gt; myself with headbanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-8911249859449010497?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8911249859449010497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=8911249859449010497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/8911249859449010497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/8911249859449010497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/looooong.html' title='looooong.'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-4242646092315303311</id><published>2009-06-07T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:05:19.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>viva slc.</title><content type='html'>viva &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slc&lt;/span&gt; was the best way to start out a summer. if you didn't go, you really missed out. it was fantastic. i went with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nik&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nolan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doug&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doug's&lt;/span&gt; friend, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nik's&lt;/span&gt; little brother. starting off the show was split lid, and frankly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; glad they were first and outta the way, because they weren't the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was a pretty hilarious band by the name of mullet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hatchet&lt;/span&gt;. oh my goodness these guys. they were some kind of special, but they were amazing. it made me think that they really got great bands this year. i wish i could find a picture for you guys, and you would know what we were going through. but they did amazing covers of southern rock such as sweet home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Alabama&lt;/span&gt; and the devil went down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;georgia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we missed most of broke city. the guys decided they were hungry, and we went and bought 30 bucks worth of pizza! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;, there was so much. and i barely got any because i couldn't e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; as fast at they were. but anyway we got there for the last two songs from broke city, and then they had extra time, so they did one more. and as usual, they were good. could have been better, but they rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where it got really good. the Veer Union was pretty much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;'. come on, a black man with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt;? oh yeah, you know it's gonna be great. PLUS! they were from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt;. just like all the other great ones. such as breaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nickelback&lt;/span&gt;, and three days grace. let's not forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;celine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dion&lt;/span&gt;. yeah. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; they were way to loud, and he just sounded like a robot, so we had to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wayyy&lt;/span&gt; to the back so we could hear them decently. they were fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP EVIL ROCKED! i can't even express how much fun they were. the lead singer was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt; with long hair, and the guitarist had even longer hair and just looked so bad! it was great! they really knew how to play the crowd. it was great. they were way good. just amazing, and i can't even come up with anything else to say about them because they were just to awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was a little band called 10YEARS! you know we had a good time. it was great. enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, the only reason i went, the headliner, straight out of salt lake city, about to release their new album in japan[and if you can pull that off, you know you're great!] royal bliss. i can't even begin to describe how awesomely, amazingly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;fantastically&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt; they are! every one got so excited, and i went with a bunch of little girls that couldn't handle it, so we had to go stand in the back where it wasn't so crowed. they are so great live! i love it! i really wish i was there now, singing along to devils and angels or i was drunk. it was so much fun. i can't even believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we waited for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;trax&lt;/span&gt; for like... almost two hours maybe. we didn't want to, but we just did until the cop said we had to get on the next one. =/ anyway. then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mosh pit looked fun. i wish i was braver with a little more grace, then maybe i could have participated. Tim had to make sure i didn't fall. the drunk persons made it hard to stand, and time literally had to hold me up most of the time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; glad he was there, other wise i might have been trampled to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pizza place was... well... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. $30 worth of pizza and six teenage boys. you can imagine. although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt; was convinced we got to much, we all ate, and it got gone... but he still went on about it ALL NIGHT. but it was funny every time because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;nik&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;defensive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;quinton&lt;/span&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;nik's&lt;/span&gt; little brother] and me! we became water targets. first it was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;quinton&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;nik&lt;/span&gt; gained up on me. then when i would finally get dry, they would soak me again. it was fun though, and i wasn't hot the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got three slivers. a head ache, and a stiff neck. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; tired, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sore, and it's hard to talk. my ears are ringing, and it's hard to hear anything but my headphones. &lt;em&gt;i wouldn't trade it for the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-4242646092315303311?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4242646092315303311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=4242646092315303311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/4242646092315303311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/4242646092315303311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/viva-slc.html' title='viva slc.'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-2802082014009520116</id><published>2009-06-06T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:30:59.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scary dreams and ripped wings...?</title><content type='html'>wow.&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apolonio&lt;/span&gt; looked amazing today. i wish you could have see him glowing when they said his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he got really sick today. and i hope he gets better.&lt;br /&gt;[and i hope i don't have it!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; the same dream for to long. this crazy "J" is at every window. every single one. it's creeping me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i walk down the stairs to go to my room and at the bottom i see what i thought was a sock. so i turn the light on, and i saw a creature stuck in the spider trap. i can't explain how scary that was. i didn't know what it was at first. i thought it was a mouse, a freakishly big bug, but when stooped down to see it, i saw my baby bird shadow. i was scared!! i called for my aunt and we had to cut him out... his leg is bruised and he picked at himself pretty bad... it's scary. i felt like a really bad bird owner. She's been missing the whole day, but i figured she was just hiding in the laundry room and she would show up on top of the cage as soon as her little adventure was over. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;... her mouth was full of the sticky stuff, and she was stuck in a weird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt;.... poor bird. she probably needs some kind of therapy. she's been through almost being eaten by a dog already.. she's tough. i really hope she gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt;. i should be in bed. i have to be on my way to a concert by eight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thirty&lt;/span&gt; in the morning, but my poor bird scared me awake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; done typing. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-2802082014009520116?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2802082014009520116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=2802082014009520116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/2802082014009520116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/2802082014009520116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/scary-dreams-and-ripped-wings.html' title='scary dreams and ripped wings...?'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-8651228867729298604</id><published>2009-06-01T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:09:40.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRR!</title><content type='html'>I CAN DRIVE! it's exciteing. gratifing. liberating. yes sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to see nik and nolan and kyron and eric and garret today! it was great. together, we blow fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out i have to go to 3rd period on wednesday. =[ dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having the same dream for the last three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we danced in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all need haircuts. 'cept eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;garret's hot in a pony tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss them bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i know you probably don't understand anything. but that's okay. you don't need to. today was great. only one wrong thing. but i'm gonna try to be the better person. remember i said TRY. she drives me mad. i dislike her with a great, vast passion. well. have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-8651228867729298604?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8651228867729298604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=8651228867729298604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/8651228867729298604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/8651228867729298604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/grrr.html' title='GRRR!'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-7330504669054267510</id><published>2009-05-28T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:27:14.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are wolves in the walls!</title><content type='html'>sweet.&lt;br /&gt;i got new summer clothes. and i always get excited for new clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the day with Isabel. I miss her dearly. i should make it a goal to hand out with her a whole lot more then just sitting here like a lump all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should make a goal list for the summmer... it seems like everyone has done this, i guess i just don't see the real importance in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm way to excited to see my older brother this summer. it's not even funny. i'm WAY to excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM is a whole lot different than i thought he would be. but i guess i still love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have another sore in my mouth and it hurts to talk. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically... i think school is over. technically, i only HAVE to go monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DRIVE ON SUNDAY!!!!! woot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean are my heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really excited for AP art. next year, i can do what ever i want, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like chocolate milk. who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love our tramp. i love jumping on it with Isabel most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss Nikolas Brody Hunter. dangg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom adds unwanted stress to an already freakishly stressed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my bike back. really bad! they probably threw it away dumb brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to bed. goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-7330504669054267510?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7330504669054267510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=7330504669054267510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Angels and Demons.</title><content type='html'>on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; i got to go see angels and demons with my aunt and uncle! that was really exciting! it was a great movie. i liked it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i got my class ring [thank you aunt Gae and uncle Blake]! it's perfect. just like i wanted. and i got my 2010 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; and my car had a bath. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even got a computer off my mom. i think this is an achievement for history. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;apolonio&lt;/span&gt; blasted it to get rid of all the porn and casino junk that was on it and now it's just like new. so now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; taking time to set it up the way i want. it's taking my music like 45 minutes per C.D. to upload. it's crazy. good thing i have patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; suffering a period for every woman on the earth. at least that's what it feels like. i don't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever felt so bad. ever. this morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;apolonio&lt;/span&gt; came and took me for a ride and let me stick my face out the window. it felt so good. then i fell asleep. then we watched the never ending story. now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a little hungry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-5035673766076252419?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-4048165477157763116</id><published>2009-05-09T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:10:45.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life!</title><content type='html'>man oh man. i can't even begin to explain how frustrating every thing is! it's like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; fighting a war that no one wants me to win. and my personal battles are worse. and it doesn't help when your best friend is telling you you're basically being a baby. but he just deals with things better i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it hard to get to sleep at night. i just start thinking about EVERYTHING that's not worth dedicating any type of thought to, and it prys my mind open, making it hard for me to just relax and drift off into a few hours of not having to care anymore. so when i took a nap the other day, it was completely  shocking, but well needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to take my mom to the emergency room today. she has been sick for a few days and she started feeling worse, so i took her. seems she overdosed on some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tylenol&lt;/span&gt; or something. but her liver is pretty bad, and she has to stay over night. did i mention she basically kicked me out of the hospital? well she did, and i spent &lt;em&gt;two hours&lt;/em&gt; trying to get a hold of my aunt or uncle so i could get home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is hard. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so glad it's almost over. it's difficult dealing with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; teacher who wants every single thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever written in my life EVER, a teacher who loses my assignments and makes me re-do them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;repeatedly&lt;/span&gt;, and a teacher who thinks i have so much potential and makes it out to seem that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; good when i can't even draw a decent butterfly. it's so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think they would let my check my self into the hospital for a few days? would the nurses let me rest? would they let me take a mental health day when i can just lay and watch T.V., eat ice chips and get a warm blanket when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; cold? i think that's what i need. then i wouldn't have to worry about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;making&lt;/span&gt; people mad at me or messing up. i could start to feel good about myself and MAYBE i could come back and things would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-4048165477157763116?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4048165477157763116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=4048165477157763116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/4048165477157763116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-1545632342829791074</id><published>2009-04-25T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:00:23.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>play!!!</title><content type='html'>so this week rocked. on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; i went to the park with apple, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isabel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ramses&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;juan&lt;/span&gt;. it was pretty dang fun. we had fights over the ball, we ran, we got burned. then we went to burger king and watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;juan&lt;/span&gt; and apple get it a spit wad fight. then we went to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coraline&lt;/span&gt;. it was pretty great. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and like i said, on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; i got to go to liberty park for the first time ever and see ducks, geese, seagulls, and dogs. i loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; i went swimming! it was way to fun. i was pushed in the water and my nose started to bleed. so it took me almost half a hour to make it stop! i thought i was gonna die of blood loss. so fun!  then when i got home we put up the tramp!! i was way to excited for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday i went with my aunt to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hanna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;montana&lt;/span&gt;. it wasn't that great, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; for little kids. but when i got home from school i jumped on the tramp for like... two hours. it was a blast. i love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to day i got to play at the mall while my aunt and uncle went to the temple. i bought a $117.59 straightener! can you believe it? i can't... i don't know what i was thinking. and i got a really cute jacket type thing. yup. i don't know if i can pay my phone bill this moth.... &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i cleaned my room today... yay me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-1545632342829791074?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1545632342829791074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=1545632342829791074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/1545632342829791074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/1545632342829791074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/04/play.html' title='play!!!'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-1411477147033872166</id><published>2009-04-22T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:28:08.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberty Park.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wooooooo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got to go to liberty park today for the first time in my life. it was really fun. even though it was more like a tour. i loved it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; excited to go again. &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;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. me and apple took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kizzy&lt;/span&gt; to a park today right after school. it was  a lot of fun. she ran around and ate grass and played with another dog... well. kinda. she more talked to it than anything. yup. today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of fun. i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;'m&lt;/span&gt; tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good night. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-1411477147033872166?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;third.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we did find money, our whole group already had pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jerks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fourth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Apolonio&lt;/span&gt; danced with me once the whole night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[and he just walked away for the last one.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fifth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we couldn't finish our milkshake at C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hili's&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;there were some  good things i guess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got pretty hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really liked my dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;third.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my nails got really sparkly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fourth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the dance and before dinner apple parked in a parking lot and turned on the radio and danced with me there to make up for not dancing with me at the dance.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;awwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fifth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wore lipstick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some things i learned:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could not be famous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;way to many pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always make sure your group knows you want group pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;third. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;show up with your group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fourth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wear comfy shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fifth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i enjoy having my hair done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sixth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nails aren't that bad.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was an alright night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just hope the next one is a lot more fun. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-7727543510346895123?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-2756818088807800780</id><published>2009-04-15T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:17:54.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Randoms.</title><content type='html'>school pudding sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some not very pretty lady can sing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bed bug outbreak!! ewwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unexpected photoshoots can be really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/SeawtsFjNFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Bm1gUR3xN1c/s1600-h/IMGP1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325137908387230802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/SeawtsFjNFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Bm1gUR3xN1c/s320/IMGP1446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today was pretty boring. this guy's girlfriend had labor enduced today. just thought you would like to know... i swear, she's been pregnant for two years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i got to see my grandpa today!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i'm still really excited for prom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-2756818088807800780?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2756818088807800780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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$40 more.&lt;br /&gt;so i took a really long time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;staring&lt;/span&gt; at them and a call from my brother before i bought it.&lt;br /&gt;and my uncles proud that it isn't black. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part is that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Isabel&lt;/span&gt; is planning on going now because trying on the dresses&lt;br /&gt;got her excited and she missed hers.... so she's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; to mine!&lt;br /&gt;yessssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i look forward to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure if there's enough time between nails and hair to make it to our&lt;br /&gt;photo shoot then be on time for our movie.&lt;br /&gt;i think i like this kind of pressure.&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta tell ya, this is almost all i can think about at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides my next art project!&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; with my butterfly!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt; S&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cissorhands&lt;/span&gt; next.&lt;br /&gt;and... i think this is the only other thing that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; excited for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't sleep well last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's late start day... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt like spring today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this scary guy at the mall fighting the air and shouting bad words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell off my chair at the mall and went tumbling down the stairs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided i disliked the color of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd.&lt;br /&gt;isabel get's people really confused in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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moms...&lt;br /&gt;i thought we could handle it.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want her to be alone on easter.&lt;br /&gt;however she decided i was the person to&lt;br /&gt;take all of her frustration out on.&lt;br /&gt;i was threatened with the state again.&lt;br /&gt;she said to pack my bags because when i got home&lt;br /&gt;the state would be there to take me.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still here, bags unpacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* uneeded stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then apple and i met some friends at burger king&lt;br /&gt;last night at eleven! =] great fun.&lt;br /&gt;we discussed a camping trip over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;but that might be kinda hard.. we all work at the same place&lt;br /&gt;and we make up 85% of the floor staff.&lt;br /&gt;but we are still counting on it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is last day of spring break.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't do anything fun.&lt;br /&gt;besides midnight burger king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm planning on prom dress shopping today...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i'm going to enjoy this or not.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-572502738633506888?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/572502738633506888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=572502738633506888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/572502738633506888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/572502738633506888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&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/4930543556516040604-2717534707479394450?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2717534707479394450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=2717534707479394450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/2717534707479394450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/2717534707479394450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmm.html' title='hmm..'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-1423729985454900321</id><published>2009-02-23T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:26:20.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much!!</title><content type='html'>ohhh geez. i worked my self into a hole. &lt;div&gt;staying home for a week with mono doesn't do you any favors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i promise. now i'm desparetly trying to catch up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think i might be procrastinating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well.... apolonio came the other day and traded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the nice DS he let me borrow for a really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;old dumb one... i thought it was funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep yep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at least i have pokemon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woo hoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i went to see coraline with apolonio, aunt gae, uncle blake, and apolonio's little sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was pretty fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the movie was good too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it sucked in 3D though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so don't see it in 3D. it's a waste of money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was nothing 3D about it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it only made your head hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than that, it was a good movie. &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;wow... long blog!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-1423729985454900321?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1423729985454900321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=1423729985454900321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/1423729985454900321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/1423729985454900321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-much.html' title='too much!!'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-5493414734471991271</id><published>2009-02-17T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:40:10.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking in.</title><content type='html'>ahhhhhhh!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't enjoy being home alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i scare my self. to easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll keep telling my self...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'some ones gonna come in here and take me away, and no one will know!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scary thoughts like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today my uncle told me i had to get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was pretty funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and apple came over and taught me how to play mario cart the right way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now i can play and have fun! woo!&lt;/div&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/4930543556516040604-5493414734471991271?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5493414734471991271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-2098444349708593031</id><published>2009-02-16T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:56:38.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uuuughhhh...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this sucks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;royally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really thought i was feeling better..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think better went on vacation..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and left me crud to feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better is a jerk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-8485011922622487302</id><published>2009-02-15T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:04:19.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheesh...</title><content type='html'>well.&lt;div&gt;today just started and it's already been crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; home... lying in bed.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happily just trying to go to sleep, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i hear footsteps upstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was suppose to be the only one home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so of course i have a panic attack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i started crying, i called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apolonio&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hid in my closet under a pile of clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apolonio got there ten minutes later to tell me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was a big chance my aunt never left because her car was still there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course.. it was her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not used to being left home alone.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i taught my aunt somewhat to play nintendogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she seemed rather entertained when she shoved the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;game back at me and said "i'll play this all day!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... well i'm glad you like it! &lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well last night i kicked my mono in the pants and went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see friday the 13th with apolonio. he rather enjoyed himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm glad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a good movie. more than i expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really had a feeling it would be rather lame,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe a bit over done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however it was really pretty good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just as good as all the other jason movies;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just enough naked women, sex, blood and killing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah.. it wasn't that bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-8485011922622487302?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8485011922622487302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=8485011922622487302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/8485011922622487302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/8485011922622487302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/sheesh.html' title='sheesh...'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-6704044461028035823</id><published>2009-02-14T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:22:53.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>today.... is good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so much better i can't believe it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i crave food! and i thought my body forgot what that stuff was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i can eat stuff! not mush! if that makes sense... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's valentines day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he brought me flowers! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's the only thing i really wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a good box of chocolates! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not the icky orange crud kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to top it off he got me a really cute bear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said when he saw it he knew that i would love it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however.. it has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; big bum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;and he's right. i love it. &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;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for my part, i decided to attempt to take him to a movie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know he really wants to go on a date today.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to try to feel better so i can take him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he deserves it. &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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy valentines day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&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/4930543556516040604-6704044461028035823?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6704044461028035823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=6704044461028035823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/6704044461028035823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/6704044461028035823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-6947156285960323985</id><published>2009-02-09T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:49:59.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ughhhhh. =[</title><content type='html'>so for the last two days, i've felt aweful. it hurts to turn my head, it hurts to do anything. i hate being sick..it really sucks.. and i'm home alone.. right this second.. so i'm scared to go down the stairs because yesterday i rolled right down them. and i thought i was never going to get up because no one was home to save me... but i survived.. ugh. and my drams suck. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-6947156285960323985?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6947156285960323985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=6947156285960323985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/6947156285960323985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/6947156285960323985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/02/ughhhhh.html' title='ughhhhh. =['/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-380604199307306813</id><published>2009-01-28T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:57:47.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;person:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;hey taya.... your grandma died.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taya:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;yeah... i know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;person:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;are you gonna be okay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taya:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;no. i never will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='...'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-4346665184494742668</id><published>2009-01-26T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:26:08.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>third rounds the hardest...</title><content type='html'>so last friday, i gotta say was just crazy. i was so excited it was friday and that horrible school week was over. the day was half done, and there i was, sitting in the lunchroom, eating my apple, minding my own business, and some one threw a fry at me. of course, i didn't let this upset me, i mean.. it was one skinny little fry.. and not even two seconds later, a whole tray of fries came flying at me! what is this? elementary? i could hardly believe that some one would go out of their way just to ruin my day. if that's what they were aiming for, their goal was reached. but it's okay now, i'm over it, and i've decided to never sit in the lunch room again. just as easy as that. anyway. i got to speak to my brother for only about a second. [seriously.] i never realized how much i would miss him if he was gone like this, and now he is, and i'm going crazy. but just hearing his vioce saying 'hi taya!' made me feel so much better..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-4346665184494742668?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4346665184494742668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=4346665184494742668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/4346665184494742668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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helplessness i hope to never feel again. it was horrible. however, i'm happy to report i've made a new friend today, wich made my whole day just that much better. he's a new student also, comming from riverton. we have two classes together, and the same english teacher. and, i'm very much aware that i'm way to overly excited about my new friend, but i enjoy companionship. but i guess all i can really do is just tough it out. i never really did think it would be this hard. who knows, maybe this new school will change me. after all, i did do it to myself... right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-8677837775987663140?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8677837775987663140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=8677837775987663140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/8677837775987663140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/8677837775987663140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/survival.html' title='survival.'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-8292504630739609567</id><published>2009-01-20T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:29:55.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING stays the same.</title><content type='html'>Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with a new year, a new living space, new hair, new goals, and new taya,&lt;br /&gt;she also has a new SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;it was my decision to go, but i have to ask myself very frequently,&lt;br /&gt;"what am i thinking?!"&lt;br /&gt;i was removed from all my comfort zones&lt;br /&gt;and i took the liberty of taking myself out of the only one i had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insanity?&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a horrid need to please..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-8292504630739609567?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8292504630739609567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=8292504630739609567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/8292504630739609567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/8292504630739609567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-stays-same.html' title='NOTHING stays the same.'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-3267152115675237993</id><published>2009-01-15T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:57:05.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhh boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(98, 98, 98);   line-height: 16px; font-family:'palatino linotype';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;lately i feel a sense of loneliness somehow. it seems like my friends have lost intrest in me, and apolonio seems to be only one that wants me around. then i have a friend, who has major boy problems, and no matter how many times any of her friends try to help her, we just can't get it through her brain that he's not going to change for her, and she's not even trying to help herself. it just bugs me to high hell when she calls me at night, crying over a conversation they had, then i try to help her, and it goes in one ear and out the other. then i figured she didn't want my help, so i discontinued to lecture her about what she can do to make the situation better, and it seemed she shut down. just like earlier today, she was convinced that she didn't want to talk to him, and she got transfer papers, filled them out, everything, and at the end of the day, i found them talking. she looked rather upset, so i tried to take her away, but she ended up pushing me away. WTF?? then she whispered, "i want to talk to him, please let me talk to him!" talk to him about what? aghh! she drives me insane. after the way he's played with her, i can't believe she's still trying so hard to be with him. arg. oh well. i guess we can't help some one who doesn't want to be helped. on a brighter note, however, next tuesday we all start off with A's. oh boy! :D&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/4930543556516040604-3267152115675237993?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3267152115675237993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=3267152115675237993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/3267152115675237993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/3267152115675237993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohhh-boy.html' title='ohhh boy.'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-2428603163360793006</id><published>2009-01-14T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:06:39.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>baby pictures of me exist! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-2428603163360793006?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2428603163360793006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=2428603163360793006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/2428603163360793006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/2428603163360793006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-1740034395482497343</id><published>2009-01-13T17:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:25:06.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well this week hasn't been all that eventful, however, i got to go see a few interesting movies. two out of three i really enjoyed, such as 'The Unborn' and 'Gran &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Torino&lt;/span&gt;'.  Bride Wars did nothing but make me upset at rich suck up girls that get everything they want. and just when i thought good horror movies were gone forever, we were introduced to the unborn. yup. i was impressed. then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Clint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eastwood&lt;/span&gt; proved he can still kick butt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; yeah. it was pretty amazing. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-1740034395482497343?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1740034395482497343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=1740034395482497343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/1740034395482497343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/1740034395482497343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-this-week-hasnt-been-all-that.html' title=''/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930543556516040604.post-4009207235364613462</id><published>2009-01-07T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:10:12.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears, fears, and flowers.</title><content type='html'>The last three days have been some of the hardest ones i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; ever have to live through. the passing of my grandmother wasn't as big a surprise as i expected it to be... but it hit hard just as planned. i always knew that when my grandparents were no longer there, i would have to go through some major therapy. even if i knew they were ready, and it was the best thing for them, i know that i would just have to do something to medicate the horrible feeling of empty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt; i would feel. they were more than just grandparents to me, they were my parents. they were my everything, and i don't think it's fair to lose your heroes at such a young age. well, i know that my grandma it happy now, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty dang sure i can wait [a very long time] before my grandpa has to go. two days ago, we had family come from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt;. we all visited grandpa at his home and talked for a while. we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;discussed&lt;/span&gt; the mental &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;capacity&lt;/span&gt; of my mother, among little chit chat about chiggers and shower seats. yesterday, we had my grandmother's viewing. it was hard, as you can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to get over the fact that i wasn't going to see her huge smile when i walked through the door to visit, and my mother told me i couldn't stand there to look at her anymore, just because no one else was. and today was her funeral. it was a beautiful service. it reminded me about my childhood and how she tried her hardest to make sure mine was at least half way to normal. it was very hard, and i cried my share. on the bright side, however, i got to see my little brat face of a brother. that was all to exciting, and once again, i was crying. i believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; mastered the art of shedding tears...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930543556516040604-4009207235364613462?l=terriblextaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4009207235364613462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930543556516040604&amp;postID=4009207235364613462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/4009207235364613462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930543556516040604/posts/default/4009207235364613462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terriblextaya.blogspot.com/2009/01/tears-fears-and-flowers.html' title='tears, fears, and flowers.'/><author><name>.terrible-taya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10951792977961936599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUy_Yigwozs/ShDatBx2lII/AAAAAAAAACw/sP7Ri-Epwog/s1600-R/l_9d6e28d60e20456597ff4fc552658ce3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
