<?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-3570626</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:32:49.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody loves a good Kiwi!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>lyrics can say things so much better than i...this is how i feel</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-107953169494127460</id><published>2004-03-17T07:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T07:58:11.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lieutenant Governor&lt;br /&gt;Name:  Joe Maxwell&lt;br /&gt;Political Party:&lt;br /&gt;How long in office: Since November of 2000&lt;br /&gt;Size of vote in winning office, compared with opp.:&lt;br /&gt;Personal Background:&lt;br /&gt;Political Opinions:&lt;br /&gt;Well known groups and persons who support him:&lt;br /&gt;Things he wants to Accomplish:&lt;br /&gt;motto:  "I believe in leaving an office in better condition than I found it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-107953169494127460?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107953169494127460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107953169494127460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107953169494127460' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-107953085658347958</id><published>2004-03-17T07:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T07:44:10.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The idea of plea-bargaining is widley used in the 16th judicial circuit court of jackson county.  many offenders decide they would rather go to jail for less time than spend time fighting their case.  this works because the state will lessen the penalty if the offender does time without going to court.  This saves the state time and money.  It works well for the defender if he/she thinks she will be found guilty because plea-bargaining will lessen punishment.&lt;br /&gt;According to the public defenders office the non-partisan court plan of selecting judgfes is effective and efficient.  the courts choose three judges applications out of hundreds and then one judge is picked out of the remaining three by the governor.  later in the judge's term he/she may appear on the ballot for voters to decide if he should continue serving or be relieved.&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of people who work in the court while the trial is taking place.  for example, there is the court clerk, whose job is to keep track of all the paperwork and record how long the court is in session.  another is the court recorder whose job is to record the oral proceedings of the court and produce later if necessary.  a bailiff is normally some kind of law enforcement officer whose job is to keep order in the court and assist the judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-107953085658347958?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107953085658347958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107953085658347958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107953085658347958' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-107947949546205160</id><published>2004-03-16T17:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T17:28:08.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a lot of reallllllllllllllllllly good bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.warpedtour.com/pre04/"&gt;&lt; VANS WARPED TOUR 04 &gt;&lt;/a&gt;: "1208&lt;br /&gt;20 X&lt;br /&gt;Alexisonfire&lt;br /&gt;Alkaline Trio&lt;br /&gt;Allister&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved&lt;br /&gt;Amber Pacific&lt;br /&gt;Anatomy of A Ghost&lt;br /&gt;Another Damn Dissapointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anti-Flag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arkham&lt;br /&gt;ASG&lt;br /&gt;Atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audio Karate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autopilot Off&lt;br /&gt;Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Religion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beautiful Mistake&lt;br /&gt;Big D and the Kids&lt;br /&gt;Billy Talent&lt;br /&gt;Blackfire&lt;br /&gt;Bleed the Dream&lt;br /&gt;Brazil&lt;br /&gt;Break Dance Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;Break the Silence&lt;br /&gt;The Briggs&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing Souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys Night Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Casualties&lt;br /&gt;Chronic Future&lt;br /&gt;The Code&lt;br /&gt;Codie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coheed and Cambria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Commercials&lt;br /&gt;Crowned King&lt;br /&gt;Don't Look Down&lt;br /&gt;Duane Peters and The Hunns&lt;br /&gt;Dynamite Boy&lt;br /&gt;Early Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Early November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight Fingers Down&lt;br /&gt;The Eyeliners&lt;br /&gt;A Faith Called Chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting Jacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flogging Molly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Autumn to Ashes&lt;br /&gt;From First to Last&lt;br /&gt;The F#*k Ups&lt;br /&gt;Go Betty Go&lt;br /&gt;The God Awfuls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Charlotte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guttermouth&lt;br /&gt;Happy Campers&lt;br /&gt;Hazen Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hidden in Plain View&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Orange&lt;br /&gt;The Hurt Process&lt;br /&gt;IMA Robot&lt;br /&gt;In So Far&lt;br /&gt;The (International) Noise Conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Jersey&lt;br /&gt;Juliette &amp; the Licks&lt;br /&gt;Keg&lt;br /&gt;The Kinison&lt;br /&gt;Lakeside&lt;br /&gt;Lars Frederiksen and the Bastards&lt;br /&gt;Letter Kills&lt;br /&gt;Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lillix&lt;/em&gt;  ?? WTF?&lt;br /&gt;Lylah&lt;br /&gt;Madison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mae&lt;br /&gt;Matchbook Romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Matches&lt;br /&gt;Melee&lt;br /&gt;Minority&lt;br /&gt;Montys Fan Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motion City Soundrack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much the Same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;New Found Glory&lt;br /&gt;NOFX&lt;br /&gt;Northstar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Crime&lt;br /&gt;Opiate 4 the Masses&lt;br /&gt;Oreon&lt;br /&gt;O're The Ramparts&lt;br /&gt;Over It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Piebald&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipedown&lt;br /&gt;Planet Smashers&lt;br /&gt;Plans for Revenge&lt;br /&gt;Potluck&lt;br /&gt;Pulley&lt;br /&gt;The Q&lt;br /&gt;The Red West&lt;br /&gt;Reeve Oliver&lt;br /&gt;The Revolution Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rise Against&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling Blackouts&lt;br /&gt;Rose Hill Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rufio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahara Hotnights&lt;br /&gt;Saosin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senses Fail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiner Massive&lt;br /&gt;Side 67&lt;br /&gt;The Silence&lt;br /&gt;Silverstein&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single Frame&lt;br /&gt;Slowdance&lt;br /&gt;The Snakes, The Cross, The Crown&lt;br /&gt;The Sounds&lt;br /&gt;Spell Toronto&lt;br /&gt;Split Sense&lt;br /&gt;Stars Hide Fire&lt;br /&gt;Straight Outta Junior High&lt;br /&gt;Stole Your Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story of the Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffocate Faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugarcult&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swear&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Back Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Thorn For Every Heart&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Thought Riot&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Army&lt;br /&gt;The Tossers&lt;br /&gt;Trophy Scars&lt;br /&gt;Truth in Fiction&lt;br /&gt;Underminded&lt;br /&gt;Unit F&lt;br /&gt;Van Stone&lt;br /&gt;The Vandals&lt;br /&gt;Victory Within&lt;br /&gt;Wanted Dead&lt;br /&gt;Washington Social Club&lt;br /&gt;Windsor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yellowcard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's Rising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-107947949546205160?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107947949546205160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107947949546205160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107947949546205160' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-107828372363710645</id><published>2004-03-02T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T21:18:17.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Thursday-A Hole In the World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this blackout inertia will hold our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And the exit sign offers no light to see by&lt;br /&gt;Can we cast our shadows alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I can't see without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world is crashing down&lt;br /&gt;Part with it, start again&lt;br /&gt;When the world is crashing down&lt;br /&gt;These notes will fold themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the margins end&lt;br /&gt;to see where the daybreak ends&lt;br /&gt;You can find compassion here&lt;br /&gt;but the page turns too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fell in this hole that opened up&lt;br /&gt;givin up on hope, living without love&lt;br /&gt;And we still type black lines&lt;br /&gt;When the world is crashing down&lt;br /&gt;These notes will fold themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjust the aperture to focus on the negative&lt;br /&gt;Like phosohors in the darkroom ignite'&lt;br /&gt;Like dodging faces in the corner of the print&lt;br /&gt;Frame by frame this hole is opening up and we fall in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as whole&lt;br /&gt;There is a hole in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-107828372363710645?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107828372363710645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107828372363710645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107828372363710645' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-107695950308681564</id><published>2004-02-16T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T13:27:37.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still havent heard anything from my mom.&lt;br /&gt;dont do anything for my birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-107695950308681564?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107695950308681564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107695950308681564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107695950308681564' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-107695364356216081</id><published>2004-02-16T11:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T11:51:00.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>totally blew it last night. &lt;br /&gt;the one time i actually have plans erg.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i can always say i didnt know because i didnt, but i still feel like shit about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-107695364356216081?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107695364356216081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107695364356216081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107695364356216081' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-107678160240297398</id><published>2004-02-14T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T12:02:34.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;What seers have said&lt;br /&gt;But fate was queer&lt;br /&gt;And times we had&lt;br /&gt;Our big mistake was incomplete&lt;br /&gt;So pure and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to break&lt;br /&gt;Our ties in two&lt;br /&gt;I could not say I want you&lt;br /&gt;I do recall what she had said now&lt;br /&gt;What she had said to me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I said I now&lt;br /&gt;It’s clicklesley calling&lt;br /&gt;It’s clicklesley calling&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest sound in town&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;What time will come&lt;br /&gt;I might be late&lt;br /&gt;Though I will run&lt;br /&gt;It is far and still a maze&lt;br /&gt;The wish we chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little world&lt;br /&gt;Too small to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Was like a stone&lt;br /&gt;With us beneath&lt;br /&gt;But don’t regret&lt;br /&gt;The time we had&lt;br /&gt;The time we have - we have now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I said I now&lt;br /&gt;It’s clicklesley calling&lt;br /&gt;It’s clicklesley calling&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest sound in town&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not for the cause&lt;br /&gt;It’s not for the fiction&lt;br /&gt;It’s not for the cause&lt;br /&gt;It’s not for the fiction&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say what’s to say now&lt;br /&gt;No I can’t say now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-107678160240297398?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107678160240297398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107678160240297398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107678160240297398' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-107670691326847865</id><published>2004-02-13T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T15:17:43.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week has just gone downhill lately.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm really afraid that my birthdays going to come up on tuesday and nobody is going to remember or care.  i already know that my moms not going to do anything for it, but it still hurts that she doesnt care.&lt;br /&gt;i just opened up an email from my dad about how important my birthday is.  especially because its my 18th.  yadda yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;it filled me with this horrible feeling of emptiness in the pits of my stomach.  my throat got really tight and im still trying to hold back the tears.&lt;br /&gt;if my 18th birthday is so god damned important, why cant my own mother remember it?&lt;br /&gt;ive been worried about it for weeks now and now im not even excited about my 18th birthday.  its just another day that my mom wont show up.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.  this is such a whiney entry.&lt;br /&gt;donnies car broke down yesterday.  his front axles or something.  i dont fucking know.  all i know that its one more weekend i dont get to spend with him, and one more fucking valentines day that ill spend by myself.  thank god for ashley.  if she wasnt coming down this weekend, i might explode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-107670691326847865?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107670691326847865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107670691326847865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107670691326847865' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-107653463369447932</id><published>2004-02-11T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T15:26:21.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck.  apparantly mest/fob/mbr is sold out.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-107653463369447932?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107653463369447932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107653463369447932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107653463369447932' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-107644661446486581</id><published>2004-02-10T14:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T14:59:20.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://justjack.absolute-terror.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://justjack.absolute-terror.net/quiz2.jpg" border=0 alt="Find out who your ideal pirate is!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-107644661446486581?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>it hurts to look into the past, but looking forward is painful too.&lt;br /&gt;im so afraid that on my birthday nobody will remember or care.  im so afraid that i wont hear from my mom that the thought of my birthday coming makes me queasy.  the thought that the person who brought me into this world doesnt give enough of a shit to bother with me.  its like "oh, that thing i popped out...that might have happened 18 years ago today...who cares?"  &lt;br /&gt;looking forward, its like&lt;br /&gt;she wont be there at my graduation.&lt;br /&gt;she wont be there for my first day of college.&lt;br /&gt;she wont be there when i get engaged, or married, or have a kid.  &lt;br /&gt;she wont be there for anything.&lt;br /&gt;and not because she cant be there.  because she doesnt want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-107613458637430406?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;pleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-107613127074160643?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107613127074160643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/107613127074160643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107613127074160643' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-106454301124579790</id><published>2003-09-25T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T21:23:31.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;don’t you dare forget&lt;br /&gt;I am all you ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;what all the other boys all promised&lt;br /&gt;sorry I told I just needed you to know&lt;br /&gt;I think in decimals and dollars &lt;br /&gt;I am the cause to all your problems &lt;br /&gt;shelter from cold&lt;br /&gt;we're never alone&lt;br /&gt;coordinate brain and mouth &lt;br /&gt;then ask me what its like to have my self so figured out &lt;br /&gt;wish I knew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this song starts a craze &lt;br /&gt;the kinda song that ignites the airways &lt;br /&gt;the kinda song that makes people glad to be where they are &lt;br /&gt;with whom ever they're there with&lt;br /&gt;this is war &lt;br /&gt;every line is about who I don’t wanna write about anymore&lt;br /&gt;hope you come down with something they cant diagnose&lt;br /&gt;they'll have the cure for holding on to your grudge &lt;br /&gt;oh its so hard to have someone to love&lt;br /&gt;keeping quiet is hard &lt;br /&gt;cause you cant keep a secret &lt;br /&gt;if it was never was a secret to start&lt;br /&gt;at least pretend you didn’t wanna get caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're concentrating on fallen apart &lt;br /&gt;we were contenders of  thrown in a fight&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna believe... in us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh we're so c-c-c-controversial&lt;br /&gt;we are entirely smooth &lt;br /&gt;we've been to the truth &lt;br /&gt;we are the best at what we do &lt;br /&gt;the means to the words you wish you wrote down&lt;br /&gt;this is the way you wish your voice sounds&lt;br /&gt;handsomely smart &lt;br /&gt;oh the tongue the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart &lt;br /&gt;and is all from watching tv &lt;br /&gt;and its speeding up my breathing &lt;br /&gt;wouldn't stop if i could &lt;br /&gt;oh it hurts to be this good&lt;br /&gt;holding on to your grudge &lt;br /&gt;oh it hurts to always have to be honest with the one that you love &lt;br /&gt;oh so let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're concentrating on fallen apart &lt;br /&gt;we were contenders, a bull in a fight&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna believe &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna believe &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna believe in us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're concentrating on fallen apart &lt;br /&gt;we were contenders, a bull in a fight&lt;br /&gt;just wanna believe &lt;br /&gt;i just wanna believe &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna believe in us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the craze only we can withstand  &lt;br /&gt;this is the price you pay for lost of control &lt;br /&gt;this is the breaking of man &lt;br /&gt;this is closest we've called&lt;br /&gt;this is the reason your in love &lt;br /&gt;this is the world we live in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're concentrating on fallin' apart &lt;br /&gt;we were contenders, a bull in a fight&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna believe &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna believe &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna believe in us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're concentrating on fallen apart &lt;br /&gt;we were contenders, a bull in a fight &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna believe &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna believe &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna believe in us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-106454301124579790?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/106454301124579790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/106454301124579790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106454301124579790' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-106282145689537684</id><published>2003-09-05T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T23:10:56.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuel-shimmer&lt;br /&gt;She calls me from the cold&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was low, feeling short of stable.&lt;br /&gt;All that she intends;&lt;br /&gt;And all she keeps inside, isn't on the label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she's ashamed&lt;br /&gt;'N can she take me for a while?&lt;br /&gt;And can I be a friend,&lt;br /&gt;We'll forget the past,&lt;br /&gt;but maybe I'm not able&lt;br /&gt;And I break at the bend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're here and now,&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever be again?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have found&lt;br /&gt;All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade&lt;br /&gt;Away&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dreams a champagne dream&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry surprise, pink linen on white paper&lt;br /&gt;Lavender and cream&lt;br /&gt;Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says that love is for fools that fall behind&lt;br /&gt;And I'm somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;I never really know&lt;br /&gt;A killer from a saviour&lt;br /&gt;'Til I break at the bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're here and now.&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever be again&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have found&lt;br /&gt;All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade&lt;br /&gt;Away&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too far away for me to hold&lt;br /&gt;Too far away&lt;br /&gt;It's too far away for me to hold&lt;br /&gt;Too far away&lt;br /&gt;Ahow&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;It's too far away for me to hold&lt;br /&gt;Too far away&lt;br /&gt;It's too far away for me to hold&lt;br /&gt;Too far away&lt;br /&gt;It's too far away for me to hold&lt;br /&gt;Too far away&lt;br /&gt;It's too far away for me to hold&lt;br /&gt;Too far away&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll let it go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-106282145689537684?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/106282145689537684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/106282145689537684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106282145689537684' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-106168190112815491</id><published>2003-08-23T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T18:38:21.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The heat comes in distant shifts&lt;br /&gt;To fill up my room&lt;br /&gt;It spills out of these ancient vents&lt;br /&gt;To meet the new cold&lt;br /&gt;And I lay in my twisted sheets&lt;br /&gt;And stare out at the snow&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the next few months&lt;br /&gt;my cold and lifeless eyes&lt;br /&gt;No, I've never felt so separate&lt;br /&gt;Then there's you&lt;br /&gt;But that's so obvious&lt;br /&gt;So i just i just said it&lt;br /&gt;It's hopeless and I know this&lt;br /&gt;That's why I can't dream&lt;br /&gt;No desire or circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Keeps it from me&lt;br /&gt;And keeps it from me, keeps it...&lt;br /&gt;One by one, to department stores&lt;br /&gt;We walk through the aisles&lt;br /&gt;In a forest of designer clothes&lt;br /&gt;You touch me and smile&lt;br /&gt;And, oh, for a moment&lt;br /&gt;I could want nothing&lt;br /&gt;Your bright eyes burn through my exploding heart&lt;br /&gt;So we stand as the shoppers pass us&lt;br /&gt;And for once I can feel the touch completely&lt;br /&gt;And i need it&lt;br /&gt;I need to&lt;br /&gt;just be near you&lt;br /&gt;And fill these empty eyes&lt;br /&gt;You start turning&lt;br /&gt;As resistance pulls you from my cold and boring life&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this easy, let time pass&lt;br /&gt;As devotion dies&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am aching&lt;br /&gt;and I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;For the touch to cure the fear&lt;br /&gt;To cure the fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-106168190112815491?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/106168190112815491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/106168190112815491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106168190112815491' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-106168154701916260</id><published>2003-08-23T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T18:32:27.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;bright eyes-a perfect sonnet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been wishing I had one desire&lt;br /&gt;Something that would make me never want another&lt;br /&gt;Something that would make it so that nothing matters&lt;br /&gt;All would be clear then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'll have to settle for a for a few brief moments&lt;br /&gt;And watch it all dissolve into a single second&lt;br /&gt;And try to write it down into a perfect sonnet&lt;br /&gt;Or one foolish line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's all that you'll get&lt;br /&gt;So you'll have to accept&lt;br /&gt;You are here and then you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe that lovers should be tied together&lt;br /&gt;Thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather&lt;br /&gt;Left there to drown&lt;br /&gt;Left there to drown in their innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for me I'm coming to the final chapter&lt;br /&gt;I read all of the pages and there's still no answer&lt;br /&gt;Only all that was before I know must soon come after&lt;br /&gt;That's the only way it can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stand in the sun&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe with my lungs&lt;br /&gt;Trying to spare me the weight of the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror&lt;br /&gt;You've spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever&lt;br /&gt;And laying in a bathtub full of freezing water&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you were a ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once you knew a girl and you named her "Lover"&lt;br /&gt;Danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer&lt;br /&gt;But autumn came, she disappeared, you can't remember&lt;br /&gt;Where she said she was going to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know that she's gone&lt;br /&gt;Cause she left you a song&lt;br /&gt;That you don't want to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing, I believe that lovers should be chained together&lt;br /&gt;Thrown into a fire with their songs and letters&lt;br /&gt;Left there to burn&lt;br /&gt;Left there to burn in their arrogance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for me I'm coming to my final failure&lt;br /&gt;I've killed myself with changes trying to make things better&lt;br /&gt;And ended up becoming something other&lt;br /&gt;than what I had planned to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers&lt;br /&gt;And laid entwined together on a bed of clovers&lt;br /&gt;Left there to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Left there to dream of their happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-106168154701916260?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/106168154701916260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/106168154701916260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106168154701916260' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-106055256453913611</id><published>2003-08-10T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T16:56:04.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So long sweet summer &lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays&lt;br /&gt;So long sweet summer&lt;br /&gt;I fell into you  &lt;br /&gt;Now you’re gracefully falling away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey thanks &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for that summer&lt;br /&gt;It’s cold where you’re going&lt;br /&gt;I hope that your heart’s always warm&lt;br /&gt;I gave you the best&lt;br /&gt;I gave you the best that I had&lt;br /&gt;You passed on the letters and passed on the best that I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long sweet summer&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays&lt;br /&gt;So long sweet summer&lt;br /&gt;I fell into you  &lt;br /&gt;Now you’re gracefully falling away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the winter in Lexington&lt;br /&gt;I hate the winter in Lexington&lt;br /&gt;Lexington&lt;br /&gt;Lexington&lt;br /&gt;Lexington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-106055256453913611?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/106055256453913611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/106055256453913611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106055256453913611' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-106055236336530751</id><published>2003-08-10T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T16:52:43.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okie So I'm posting and junk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-106055236336530751?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/106055236336530751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/106055236336530751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106055236336530751' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-79311192</id><published>2002-07-23T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T13:26:28.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>teehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dashboard Confessional&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Again I go unnoticed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quiet another wasted night, the television steals the conversation. Exhale, another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me that you're just feeling tired cause if its more than that I feel that I might break out of touch, out of time. Please send me anything but signals that are mixed, cause I can't read your rolling eyes. &lt;br /&gt;out of touch, are we out of time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close lipped another good night kiss is robbed of all its passion. Your grip, another time is slack it leaves me feeling empty. I'll wait until tomorrow maybe you'll feel better then, maybe we'll be better then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's another day when I can't bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you. This mood of yours is temporary and it seems worth the wait to see you smile again. Out of the corner of your eye won't be the only way you look at me then&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/3570626-79311192?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/79311192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/79311192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79311192' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-79231807</id><published>2002-07-21T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-21T17:55:28.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Staring into the intersection, she thinks that she can fly and she might &lt;br /&gt;Holding on in a new direction, she's gonna try it tonight &lt;br /&gt;The closer I get to feeling, the further that I'm feeling from alright &lt;br /&gt;The more I step into the sun, the more I step out of the light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica is covered ina blanket on a Sunday porch &lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the weekends she would party in the city &lt;br /&gt;She doesn't have a flame, she'd prefer to burn out like a torch &lt;br /&gt;If she gets nowhere in life, at least she know's she pretty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Hey, now, the straw dog's out in the street &lt;br /&gt;Hey now, there's chemicals in the clouds &lt;br /&gt;Hey now, they're calling the police &lt;br /&gt;They won't get to us, anyhow." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon is shining now and shadows are what's left of all the noise &lt;br /&gt;Simple silhouettes and cutouts as if we had the choice &lt;br /&gt;He listens closely now, swears that he can hear a voice &lt;br /&gt;That's calling him and saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, now, the straw dog's out in the street &lt;br /&gt;Hey now, there's chemicals in the clouds &lt;br /&gt;Hey now, they're calling the police &lt;br /&gt;They won't get to us, anyhow." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to be a superhero in our world? &lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake that these villains always get the girl &lt;br /&gt;We can escape, and then we'd skate away from all of this &lt;br /&gt;And no one ever does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's saying "Hey, now, the straw dog's out in the street &lt;br /&gt;Hey now, there's chemicals in the clouds &lt;br /&gt;Hey now, they're calling the police &lt;br /&gt;They won't get to us, anyhow."&lt;br /&gt;~*Something Corporate*~ ~!*Straw Dog*!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-79231807?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/79231807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/79231807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79231807' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-79049487</id><published>2002-07-16T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-16T23:16:53.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My favorite song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gary Jules&lt;/b&gt;-Mad World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around me are familiar faces &lt;br /&gt;Worn out places, worn out faces &lt;br /&gt;Bright and early for their daily races &lt;br /&gt;Going nowhere, going nowhere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their tears are filling up their glasses &lt;br /&gt;No expression, no expression &lt;br /&gt;Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow &lt;br /&gt;No tommorow, no tommorow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find it kind of funny &lt;br /&gt;I find it kind of sad &lt;br /&gt;The dreams in which I'm dying &lt;br /&gt;Are the best I've ever had &lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to tell you &lt;br /&gt;Cause I find it hard to take &lt;br /&gt;When people run in circles &lt;br /&gt;It's a very, very &lt;br /&gt;Mad World &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children waiting for the day they feel good &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday &lt;br /&gt;Made to feel the way that every child should &lt;br /&gt;Sit and listen, sit and listen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school and I was very nervous &lt;br /&gt;No one knew me, no one knew me &lt;br /&gt;Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson &lt;br /&gt;Look right through me, look right through me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-79049487?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/79049487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/79049487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79049487' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-78719965</id><published>2002-07-09T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-09T01:02:04.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to be someone's Punk Rock Princess *_* that would be cool *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something Corporate-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Punk Rock Princess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when the room is empty, maybe when the bottles full, maybe when the door gets broke down love can break in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I’m done with thinking, maybe you can think me whole, maybe when I’m done with endings this can begin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could be my punk rock princess I could be your garage band king. You could tell me why you just don’t fit in and how you’re 'gonna be something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be your first real heartache I would do it over again. If you could be my punk rock princess, I would be your heroine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when your hair gets darker, maybe when your eyes get wide, maybe when the walls are smaller there will be more space. Maybe when I’m not so tired, maybe you could step inside, maybe when I look for things that I can’t replace. I never though you’d last, I never dreamed you would. You watch your life go past, you wonder if you should.&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/3570626-78719965?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78719965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78719965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78719965' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-78673366</id><published>2002-07-07T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T23:39:39.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont lie anymore...whats the use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiona Apple&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Never is a promise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see the courage I know &lt;br /&gt;Its colors' richness won't appear within your view &lt;br /&gt;I'll never glow - the way that you glow &lt;br /&gt;Your presence dominates the judgments made on you &lt;br /&gt;But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights &lt;br /&gt;The shades and shadows undulate in my perception &lt;br /&gt;My feelings swell and stretch; I see from greater heights &lt;br /&gt;I understand what I am still too proud to mention - to you &lt;br /&gt;You'll say you understand, but You don't understand &lt;br /&gt;You'll say you'd never give up seeing eye to eye &lt;br /&gt;But never is a promise, and you can't afford to lie &lt;br /&gt;You'll never touch - these things that I hold &lt;br /&gt;The skin of my emotions lies beneath my own &lt;br /&gt;You'll never feel the heat of this soul &lt;br /&gt;My fever burns me deeper than I've ever shown - to you &lt;br /&gt;You'll say, Don't fear your dreams, it's easier than it seems &lt;br /&gt;You'll say you'd never let me fall from hopes so high &lt;br /&gt;But never is a promise and you can't afford to lie &lt;br /&gt;You'll never live the life that I live &lt;br /&gt;I'll never live the life that wakes me in the night &lt;br /&gt;You'll never hear the message I give &lt;br /&gt;You'll say it looks as though I might give up this fight &lt;br /&gt;But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights &lt;br /&gt;The shades and shadows undulate in my perception &lt;br /&gt;My feelings swell and stretch, I see from greater heights &lt;br /&gt;I realize what I am now too smart to mention - to you &lt;br /&gt;You'll say you understand, you'll never understand &lt;br /&gt;I'll say I'll never wake up knowing how or why &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to believe in, you don't know who I am &lt;br /&gt;You'll say I need appeasing when I start to cry &lt;br /&gt;But never is a promise and I'll never need a lie&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/3570626-78673366?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78673366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78673366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78673366' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-78600498</id><published>2002-07-05T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-05T19:32:51.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:alert('loser!');"&gt;blah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-78600498?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78600498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78600498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78600498' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-78600416</id><published>2002-07-05T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-05T19:29:36.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Goo Goo Dolls-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Name&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though the moment passed me by I still can't turn away &lt;br /&gt;I saw the dreams you never thought you'd lose tossed along the way &lt;br /&gt;Letters that you never meant to send lost or thrown away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're grown up orphans that never Knew their names &lt;br /&gt;Don't belong to no one that's a shame &lt;br /&gt;You could hide beside me maybe for a while &lt;br /&gt;And I won't tell no one your name &lt;br /&gt;I won't tell em' your name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scars are souvenirs you never lose , the past is never far &lt;br /&gt;Did you lose yourself somewhere out there , did you get to be a star &lt;br /&gt;Don't it make you sad to know that life is more that who we are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grew up way too fast and now there's Nothing to believe &lt;br /&gt;And reruns all become our history &lt;br /&gt;A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio &lt;br /&gt;And I won't tell no one your name &lt;br /&gt;I won't tell em' your name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about you all the time &lt;br /&gt;But I don't need the same &lt;br /&gt;It's lonely where you are come back down &lt;br /&gt;And I won't tell em your name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-78600416?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78600416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78600416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78600416' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-78555893</id><published>2002-07-04T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-04T12:50:15.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Change-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good Charlotte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in the see-through, &lt;br /&gt;I think you lost yourself too &lt;br /&gt;Throughout all of this confusion, &lt;br /&gt;I think we'll somehow make it through &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day just drags on by &lt;br /&gt;Bringing with you a new light &lt;br /&gt;And just when I think I could die &lt;br /&gt;You come and bring me back to life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you sang... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't change the way you feel &lt;br /&gt;But you can't tell me this ain't real &lt;br /&gt;(cause this is real) &lt;br /&gt;Cause in the end it's all i've got &lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna hold &lt;br /&gt;On and On (19x's) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you've got me watching your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Got me waiting just to see &lt;br /&gt;If it goes the way it never will &lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are watching me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I practiced all the things I'd say &lt;br /&gt;To tell you how i feel &lt;br /&gt;And when i finally get my chance &lt;br /&gt;It all seems so surreal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you've got me thinking 'bout &lt;br /&gt;The first time that i met you &lt;br /&gt;But now i can't forget you &lt;br /&gt;Now i wont forget you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said &lt;br /&gt;You can't change the way you feel &lt;br /&gt;But you can't tell me this ain't real &lt;br /&gt;(cause this is real) &lt;br /&gt;Cause in the end it's all i've got &lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna hold &lt;br /&gt;On and On (19x's) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on and on and on....&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/3570626-78555893?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78555893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78555893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78555893' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-78484129</id><published>2002-07-02T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T18:57:45.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;STARRY CONFIGURATIONS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starry configurations &lt;br /&gt;am just a receiver &lt;br /&gt;divine recombinations &lt;br /&gt;am just a recordist &lt;br /&gt;receptionist - unhappy medium &lt;br /&gt;receptionist - unhappy medium &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excellent accommodations &lt;br /&gt;am just a bellboy &lt;br /&gt;beautiful surroundings &lt;br /&gt;am just some gravel &lt;br /&gt;or peat moss - what have you &lt;br /&gt;or peat moss - what have you now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must you treat me like you do? &lt;br /&gt;don't you know it's all for you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear infatuation, &lt;br /&gt;you do not see me &lt;br /&gt;die here beside you &lt;br /&gt;in see-through obscurity &lt;br /&gt;governess - fancy less &lt;br /&gt;we'll sound the alarm &lt;br /&gt;and drum up some simpleton for you &lt;br /&gt;to eat these apples from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emptiness fills room &lt;br /&gt;and your love's bud goes full bloom &lt;br /&gt;you don't love me &lt;br /&gt;aren't thinking of me &lt;br /&gt;why am I waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;to see I'm alive? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;storybook ending &lt;br /&gt;am just a ledger &lt;br /&gt;hardly worth a mention &lt;br /&gt;or the paper &lt;br /&gt;it's written on and cried upon &lt;br /&gt;and kissed once by wax &lt;br /&gt;but still you treat me like you do &lt;br /&gt;with everything I've done for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;striking like a bird of prey &lt;br /&gt;along your notepad now &lt;br /&gt;the only year that turns your way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear diary: it's just you and me tonight &lt;br /&gt;you don't love me &lt;br /&gt;aren't thinking of me &lt;br /&gt;you don't love me &lt;br /&gt;aren't thinking of me tonight &lt;br /&gt;why am I waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;to see I'm alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--Jets to Brazil &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-78484129?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78484129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78484129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78484129' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-78451694</id><published>2002-07-02T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T00:47:56.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todays song is *duh duh duh* &lt;b&gt;Dashboard Confessional&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Hand's Down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gorgeous cuz it shows how a guy cares about the little things, like small kisses, and the way you hold them and it just means a lot to me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep, this air is blessed, you share with me. This night is wild, so calm and dull, these hearts they race, from self control. Your legs are smooth, as they graze mine, we're doing fine, we're doing nothing at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are so high, that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelery, which ever you prefer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are hushed lets not get busted; just lay entwined here, undiscovered. Safe from the earth and all the stupid questions.. "hey did you get some?" Man, that is so dumb. Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear... so we can get some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelery, which ever you prefer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember, I'll always remember the sound of the stereo, the dim of the soft lights, the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late and this walk that we shared together. The streets were wet and the gate was locked so I jumped it, and let you in. And you stood at the door with your hands on my waist and you kissed me like you meant it. And I knew that you meant it, that you meant it, that you meant it, and I knew, that you meant it, that you meant it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-78451694?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78451694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78451694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78451694' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-78398285</id><published>2002-06-30T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T00:55:55.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i just listen to this song cuz it makes me feel better about *me*  it makes me feel like the guy in the song, constantly trying to tell my someone that i can get that someone that i want.  *he* is constantly trying to make me think i'm not over him...with his "i hope youre as happy as you're pretending" b/s....so in a way i suppose that he is my Christine.  when we first broke up, he said that there was a chance that it would feel right again, which makes me feel shitty cuz i know it was all one huge lie.  he has a tendancy to do that, doesnt he?  well anyways...song time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sugarcult-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what’s wrong? &lt;br /&gt;i feel so alone again. &lt;br /&gt;the look in your eyes sometimes... &lt;br /&gt;pretending that it's all right. &lt;br /&gt;make up and move on, &lt;br /&gt;our ways never change &lt;br /&gt;and i can get anyone that i want - &lt;br /&gt;you’ll see christine. &lt;br /&gt;and i would do anything if you could believe in me, &lt;br /&gt;but girl-you play those tricks &lt;br /&gt;and make a fool out of me. &lt;br /&gt;that’s the way it goes here. &lt;br /&gt;i can't stand loving you anymore. &lt;br /&gt;i try my best, but i'm back for more. &lt;br /&gt;my heart beat stops every time you leave me. &lt;br /&gt;hanging on lately... &lt;br /&gt;last night, &lt;br /&gt;she came back into my life. &lt;br /&gt;to play with my head this time. &lt;br /&gt;she’s hanging me out for dead &lt;br /&gt;i take it and move on, &lt;br /&gt;our ways will never change &lt;br /&gt;and i can get anyone that i want - &lt;br /&gt;you’ll see christine. &lt;br /&gt;and i would do anything if you could believe in me. &lt;br /&gt;but girl, you play those tricks &lt;br /&gt;and make a fool out of me. &lt;br /&gt;that’s the way it goes here. &lt;br /&gt;i can't stand loving you anymore. &lt;br /&gt;i try my best, but i'm back for more. &lt;br /&gt;my heart beat stops every time you leave me. &lt;br /&gt;hanging on lately... &lt;br /&gt;take her away, take her away, take her away from this place. &lt;br /&gt;take her away, take her away, take her away from this place. &lt;br /&gt;what’s wrong? &lt;br /&gt;i feel so alone again. &lt;br /&gt;i flunked out a thousand times, &lt;br /&gt;it’s making me realize, &lt;br /&gt;that i'm back and better for us. &lt;br /&gt;our ways will never change &lt;br /&gt;and i can get anyone that i want - &lt;br /&gt;you’ll see christine. &lt;br /&gt;and i would do anything if you could believe in me. &lt;br /&gt;but girl, you play those tricks &lt;br /&gt;and make a fool out of me. &lt;br /&gt;you’ll see, christine.&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/3570626-78398285?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78398285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78398285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78398285' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-78333323</id><published>2002-06-28T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-28T19:14:55.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>song of the day today is kasey chambers-just like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;her voice gives me goosebumps in a good way.  her songs are so beautiful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under labels of dirty sounds and heroes &lt;br /&gt;there's your name written in stone. &lt;br /&gt;And I can hear steel guitars playing &lt;br /&gt;and it sounds like someone that I've known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no shoes under me to stand on, &lt;br /&gt;but my feet feel concrete on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;And thanks to you, my father understands me. &lt;br /&gt;Boy, you sure know how to turn the world around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me, I'm from a small town. &lt;br /&gt;But I've been spending most my time away &lt;br /&gt;and I still hear you every time the wind blows &lt;br /&gt;and it sounds just like yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no wall of steel wrapped around me. &lt;br /&gt;There's no hand that holds me when I fall. &lt;br /&gt;And all my years of hearing you reminds me, &lt;br /&gt;the feeling that it's not the worst of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now sometimes, you're the last thing I think of &lt;br /&gt;cause I try not to think much anymore. &lt;br /&gt;And thanks to you, I sometimes understand me &lt;br /&gt;but I wonder what the understanding's for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me, I'm from a small town. &lt;br /&gt;But I've been spending most my time away &lt;br /&gt;and I still hear you every time the wind blows &lt;br /&gt;and it sounds just like yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;I still hear you everytime the wind blows... &lt;br /&gt;it sounds just like yesterday (yesterday).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-78333323?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78333323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78333323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78333323' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-78209153</id><published>2002-06-25T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-25T23:36:21.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song makes me cry every time I hear it.  It really means something to me right now, because of the whole richard thing, but now hes with someone new so whatever.  he can go fuck himself.&lt;br /&gt;Good Charlotte-Seasons&lt;br /&gt;Summer air reminds me of &lt;br /&gt;All the feelings of your love &lt;br /&gt;And what it was like &lt;br /&gt;When we were together &lt;br /&gt;Walking all along the beach &lt;br /&gt;You were never far from my reach &lt;br /&gt;And you held me &lt;br /&gt;Through the stormy weather &lt;br /&gt;And I wanna fall in love &lt;br /&gt;Tonight &lt;br /&gt;And I remember when you said &lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be alright &lt;br /&gt;Laying in the summer grass &lt;br /&gt;You told me not to talk so fast &lt;br /&gt;As I told you &lt;br /&gt;How I feel &lt;br /&gt;You made me feel right at home &lt;br /&gt;You told me I was not alone &lt;br /&gt;And you knew &lt;br /&gt;Just how I feel &lt;br /&gt;I know we talked about it &lt;br /&gt;I just can't get around &lt;br /&gt;I just want one more night with you &lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in love &lt;br /&gt;Tonight &lt;br /&gt;And I remember when you said &lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be alright &lt;br /&gt;October air reminds me of &lt;br /&gt;All the seasons of your love &lt;br /&gt;And what it was like &lt;br /&gt;When we were together &lt;br /&gt;The smell of fall is everywhere &lt;br /&gt;And though it seems I just don't care &lt;br /&gt;'Cause now you've gone away &lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in love &lt;br /&gt;Tonight &lt;br /&gt;And I remember when you said &lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be alright &lt;br /&gt;Alright &lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in love &lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in love &lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-78209153?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78209153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/78209153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78209153' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-77998465</id><published>2002-06-20T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-20T17:23:00.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's song describes me in all of my spiffayness! its michelle branch-something to sleep to.&lt;br /&gt;She's his yellow brick road &lt;br /&gt;Leading him on &lt;br /&gt;And letting him go as far &lt;br /&gt;as she lets him go &lt;br /&gt;Going down to nowhere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts on her make-up &lt;br /&gt;The same way she did yesterday &lt;br /&gt;Hoping everything's the same &lt;br /&gt;But everything has changed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind &lt;br /&gt;Everything we did was right &lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes, I'll still be by your side &lt;br /&gt;How could I ever have been so blind? &lt;br /&gt;You give me something to sleep to &lt;br /&gt;at night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wakes up to the sound &lt;br /&gt;So scared that she's leaving &lt;br /&gt;He wishes she were still &lt;br /&gt;asleep next to him &lt;br /&gt;Hoping she will change &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind &lt;br /&gt;Everything we did was right &lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes, I'll still be by your side &lt;br /&gt;How could I ever have been so blind? &lt;br /&gt;You give me something to sleep to &lt;br /&gt;at night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me something to sleep to &lt;br /&gt;And all I know is &lt;br /&gt;You give me something to dream to when I'm all alone and blue &lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me now &lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me now &lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me now &lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me now &lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me now &lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me now &lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind &lt;br /&gt;Everything we did was right &lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes, I'll still be by your side &lt;br /&gt;How could I ever have been so blind? &lt;br /&gt;You give me something to sleep to &lt;br /&gt;Something to sleep to &lt;br /&gt;Something to sleep to at night&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/3570626-77998465?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77998465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77998465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77998465' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-77957410</id><published>2002-06-19T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T19:41:38.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol i should change this to all my favorite songs or something....lol....anyways todays song is konstantine by something corporate....its really long but really gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine all the people that you know &lt;br /&gt;and the places that you go &lt;br /&gt;when the lights are turned down low &lt;br /&gt;and I don't understand all the things you've seen &lt;br /&gt;but i'm slipping inbetween &lt;br /&gt;you and your big dreams &lt;br /&gt;it's always you &lt;br /&gt;in my big dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you tell me that it's over &lt;br /&gt;wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clovers &lt;br /&gt;and your restless, and i'm naked &lt;br /&gt;you've gotta get out &lt;br /&gt;you can't stand to see me shaking &lt;br /&gt;no &lt;br /&gt;could you let me go? &lt;br /&gt;I didn't think so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you don't wanna be here in the future &lt;br /&gt;so you say the present's just a pleasent interruption to the past &lt;br /&gt;and you don't wanna look much closer &lt;br /&gt;cuz your afraid to find out all this hope you had sent into the sky by now had crashed &lt;br /&gt;and it did &lt;br /&gt;because of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you bring me home &lt;br /&gt;afraid to find out that you're alone &lt;br /&gt;and i'm sleeping in your living room &lt;br /&gt;but we don't have much room to live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had these dreams that i learned to play guitar &lt;br /&gt;maybe cross the country &lt;br /&gt;become a rock star &lt;br /&gt;and there was hope in me that i could take you there &lt;br /&gt;but dammit you're so young &lt;br /&gt;well i don't think i care &lt;br /&gt;and if i hurt you &lt;br /&gt;then i'm sorry &lt;br /&gt;please don't think that this was easy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you bring me home &lt;br /&gt;cuz we both know what it's like to be alone &lt;br /&gt;and i'm dreaming in your living room &lt;br /&gt;but we don't have much room to live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and konstantine is walking down the stairs &lt;br /&gt;doesn't she look good &lt;br /&gt;standing in her underwear &lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking &lt;br /&gt;what i was thinking &lt;br /&gt;we've been drinking and it doesn't get me anywhere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Konstantine came walking down the stairs &lt;br /&gt;and all that i could do is touch her long blonde hair &lt;br /&gt;and i've been thinking &lt;br /&gt;it hurts me thinking that these nights when we were drinking no they never got us anywhere &lt;br /&gt;no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is because i can spell konfusion with a k &lt;br /&gt;and i like it &lt;br /&gt;it's to dying in another's arms and why I had to try it &lt;br /&gt;it's to jimmy eat world and those nights in my car &lt;br /&gt;when the first star you see may not be a star &lt;br /&gt;I'm not your star &lt;br /&gt;isn't that what you said &lt;br /&gt;what you thought this song meant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if this is what it takes &lt;br /&gt;just to lie in my mistakes &lt;br /&gt;and live with what i did to you &lt;br /&gt;and all the hell I put you through &lt;br /&gt;I always catch the clock &lt;br /&gt;it's 11:11 &lt;br /&gt;and now you want to talk &lt;br /&gt;it's not hard to dream &lt;br /&gt;you'll always be my konstantine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;konstantine, they'll never hurt you like i do &lt;br /&gt;no they'll never hurt you like i do &lt;br /&gt;no, no, no no no no no no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is to a girl who got into my head &lt;br /&gt;with all the pretty things she did &lt;br /&gt;hey &lt;br /&gt;you know &lt;br /&gt;you keep me up in bed &lt;br /&gt;this is to a girl who got into my head &lt;br /&gt;with all the fucked up things i did &lt;br /&gt;hey &lt;br /&gt;maybe &lt;br /&gt;baby &lt;br /&gt;you could keep me up in bed &lt;br /&gt;my Konstantine &lt;br /&gt;spin around me like a dream we played out on this movie screen &lt;br /&gt;and i said &lt;br /&gt;did you know i missed you? (x7) &lt;br /&gt;oh god i miss you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you bring me home &lt;br /&gt;and we'll go to sleep, but this time, not alone, no no &lt;br /&gt;and you'll kiss me in your living room &lt;br /&gt;i know &lt;br /&gt;you'll miss me in your living room &lt;br /&gt;cuz these nights i think maybe that i'll miss you in my living room &lt;br /&gt;we don't have much room &lt;br /&gt;i said does anybody need that room? &lt;br /&gt;because we all need a little more room &lt;br /&gt;to live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Konstantine &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-77957410?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77957410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77957410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77957410' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-77824431</id><published>2002-06-16T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T19:36:24.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont think you read this but i dont care......&lt;br /&gt;Richard.....this is to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was too dead to cry &lt;br /&gt;My self affliction fades &lt;br /&gt;Stones to throw at my creator &lt;br /&gt;Masochist to which I cater &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to bother &lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep slipping farther &lt;br /&gt;But once I hold on &lt;br /&gt;I won't let go 'till it bleeds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was too dead to care &lt;br /&gt;If indeed I cared at all &lt;br /&gt;Never had a voice to protest &lt;br /&gt;So you fed me shit to digest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a reason &lt;br /&gt;My flaws are open season &lt;br /&gt;For this I gave up trying &lt;br /&gt;One good time deserves my dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to bother &lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep slipping farther &lt;br /&gt;But once I hold on &lt;br /&gt;I won't let go 'till it bleeds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I'd died instead of lived &lt;br /&gt;A zombie hides my face &lt;br /&gt;Shelf forgotten with it's memories &lt;br /&gt;Diaries left with cryptic entries &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't need to bother &lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep slipping farther &lt;br /&gt;But once I hold on &lt;br /&gt;I won't let go 'till it bleeds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to bother &lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be, yeah &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep slipping farther &lt;br /&gt;But once I hold on, once I hold on &lt;br /&gt;I'll never live down my disease &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-77824431?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77824431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77824431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77824431' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-77800103</id><published>2002-06-16T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T00:34:31.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me when i still cried, just talking to him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dashboard confessinal-living in your letters&lt;br /&gt;I'm always assuming the worst, but you're going on nonetheless and there's nothing to cushion your heart led fall. &lt;br /&gt;Letters from further away keep pulling me close to home. &lt;br /&gt;And there is something to cushion my callous sighs. &lt;br /&gt;And I know that you hope for longer good-byes embracing for forever and falling in your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Pouring over photographs. I'm living in your letters. &lt;br /&gt;Breathe deeply from this envelope it smells like you and I can't be without that scent. &lt;br /&gt;It's filling me with all you mean to me. &lt;br /&gt;Continually failing these trials but you stand by me nonetheless and you won't let me sink though I'm begging you. &lt;br /&gt;Phone calls from further away and messages on my machine, but I don't ever tell you this distance seems terrible. &lt;br /&gt;There is no need to test my heart, with useless space. &lt;br /&gt;These roads go on forever. They'll always be a place for you in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;So I'll hit the pavement its got to be better than waiting and pushing you far away cause I'm scared. &lt;br /&gt;So I'll take my chances and head on my way up there. &lt;br /&gt;Cause turning to you is like falling in love when you're ten.&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/3570626-77800103?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77800103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77800103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77800103' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-77768258</id><published>2002-06-15T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-15T00:12:29.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Majandra Delfino-Tatoo&lt;br /&gt;this song scares the shit out of me but in some ways i can see where she got the inspiration for it.  there is a point where you want your ex to feel your pain because they seem so uncaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you can live without me your no longer calling me up, &lt;br /&gt;Hours pass by without you I can't stop myself from throwing up, &lt;br /&gt;I'm woken up worrying will you come back I can't sleep in past eight, &lt;br /&gt;Then when night comes around I am desperate and wired and can't fall asleep till late. &lt;br /&gt;Cause my psyhchotic vengeance is on a killing spree, &lt;br /&gt;My neurotic tendence is just about to set me free, &lt;br /&gt;I think of little excuses of how I can get you, &lt;br /&gt;I conjure up things that are abusive and how I'll be doing them to you, &lt;br /&gt;This shows we can't pull through. &lt;br /&gt;I want to call you up and cry to you and pleed, &lt;br /&gt;I want to kick you down, kick you till you bleed, &lt;br /&gt;I will bash your face in I will take you up the ass, &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna fuck your world up and dwell on just the past. &lt;br /&gt;Cause my psyhchotic vengeance is on a killing spree, &lt;br /&gt;My neurotic tendence is just about to set me free, &lt;br /&gt;I think of little excuses of how I can get you, &lt;br /&gt;I conjure up things that are abusive and how I'll be doing them to you, but I hate my new tattoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-77768258?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77768258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77768258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77768258' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-77767447</id><published>2002-06-14T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T23:46:23.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>avril lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the first time I ever felt this lonely &lt;br /&gt;I wish someone could cure this pain &lt;br /&gt;Its funny when you think its gonna work out &lt;br /&gt;Til you chose her over me, you're so lame &lt;br /&gt;I thought you were cool until the point &lt;br /&gt;But up until the point you didnt call me &lt;br /&gt;When you said you would &lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out youre all the same &lt;br /&gt;Always coming up with some kind of story &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to make you smile &lt;br /&gt;You're always feeling sorry for yourself &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to make you laugh &lt;br /&gt;You can't &lt;br /&gt;Youre too tough &lt;br /&gt;You think you're the best &lt;br /&gt;Is it too much that I'm asking for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd come around when I ignored you &lt;br /&gt;So I thought you'd have the decency to change &lt;br /&gt;But babe, I guess you didn't take that warning &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not about to look at your face again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you lie to yourself &lt;br /&gt;You can't see the world through a mirror &lt;br /&gt;It wont be too late when the smoke clears &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I, I am still here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I try to make you smile &lt;br /&gt;You'd always grow up feeling sorry for yourself &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to make you laugh &lt;br /&gt;You stand like a stone &lt;br /&gt;Alone in your zone &lt;br /&gt;Is it too much that I'm asking for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;Can't find where i am &lt;br /&gt;Lying here &lt;br /&gt;Alone I fear &lt;br /&gt;Afraid of the dark &lt;br /&gt;No one to claim &lt;br /&gt;Alone again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you lie to yourself &lt;br /&gt;You can't see the world through a mirror &lt;br /&gt;It wont be too late when the smoke clears &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I, I am still here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to make you smile &lt;br /&gt;You're always feeling sorry for yourself &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to make you laugh &lt;br /&gt;You can't &lt;br /&gt;You're too tough &lt;br /&gt;You think you're the best &lt;br /&gt;It was too much that I'm asking for&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/3570626-77767447?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77767447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77767447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77767447' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-77760690</id><published>2002-06-14T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T19:48:12.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of all the things I've believed in &lt;br /&gt;I just want to get it over with &lt;br /&gt;Tears form behind my eyes &lt;br /&gt;But I do not cry &lt;br /&gt;Counting the days that pass me by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching deep down in my soul &lt;br /&gt;Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old &lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm starting all over again &lt;br /&gt;The last three years were just pretend &lt;br /&gt;And I said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew &lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved &lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get lost in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;And it seems that I can't live a day without you &lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes and you chase my thoughts away &lt;br /&gt;To a place where I am blinded by the light &lt;br /&gt;But it's not right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew &lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved &lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time &lt;br /&gt;I want what's yours and I want what's mine &lt;br /&gt;I want you &lt;br /&gt;But I'm not giving in this time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew &lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved &lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to &lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the stars fall &lt;br /&gt;I will lie awake &lt;br /&gt;You're my shooting star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-77760690?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77760690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77760690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77760690' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-77723013</id><published>2002-06-13T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T21:34:09.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-77723013?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77723013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77723013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77723013' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-77687002</id><published>2002-06-13T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T01:04:35.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world has turned and left me here &lt;br /&gt;Just where I was before you appeared &lt;br /&gt;And in your place an empty space &lt;br /&gt;has filled the void behind my face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made love with your sweet memory &lt;br /&gt;One thousand times in my head &lt;br /&gt;You said you loved it more than ever &lt;br /&gt;You said &lt;br /&gt;You remain, turned away &lt;br /&gt;Turning further every day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked for hours to your wallet photograph &lt;br /&gt;And you just listened &lt;br /&gt;You laughed enchanted by my intellect &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you didn't &lt;br /&gt;You remain, turned away &lt;br /&gt;Turning further every day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe what I sing now?&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/3570626-77687002?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77687002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77687002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77687002' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-77686891</id><published>2002-06-13T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T01:00:41.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well for some reason i just got really sad....i decided to post it in here cuz no comments.  im afraid.  im afraid of being alone for the rest of my life or even just the rest of the summer.  im afraid that i wont have anyone to love and thats all i really want....someone to love...and have them love me back....is that so much to ask?  i really didnt think so...i mean im not looking on basis of looks, or popularity or anything like that, the basis is can i love you...i just want to feel like i'm worth it, like im something to be had...but i dont feel like that right now....right now i feel like i don't deserve anyone.....:(  i feel like shiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-77686891?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77686891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77686891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77686891' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-77662298</id><published>2002-06-12T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T13:15:12.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>change the guystuff to girlstuff.....and you've got me 3 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;the best deceptions-dashboard confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about your trip. I hear about your souvenirs. I heard about the cool breeze, in the cool nights, and the cool guys you spent them with. Well I guess I should have heard of them for you. I guess I should have heard of them from you. &lt;br /&gt;Don't you see, don't you see that the charade is over? and all the "Best Deceptions" and "Clever Cover Story" awards go to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me hard 'cause this will be the last time that I let you. You will be back some day and this awkward kiss that tells of other people's lips will be of service to keeping you away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about your regrets. I heard that you were feeling sorry. I heard from someone that you wish you could set things right between us. Well, I guess I should have heard of that from you. I guess I should have heard of that from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see, don't you see that the charade is over? And all the "Best Deceptions" and the "Clever Cover Story" awards go to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me hard, 'cause this will be the last time that I let you. You will be back someday and this awkward kiss that screams of other people's lips will be of service to keeping you away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers, I'll be back someday and this awkward kiss that screams of other people's lips will be of service to keeping you away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers, I'll be all right when my hands get warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the phone, I'd rather say nothing. I'd rather you'r never heard my voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're calling too late, too late to be gracious and you do not warrant long good-byes. You're calling too late. You're calling too late. You're calling too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-77662298?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77662298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77662298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77662298' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626.post-77638782</id><published>2002-06-11T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T22:51:18.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i decided to get a new blog on top of my livejournal one.....hey why not...this is where i can put stuff that well.......stuff i guess cuz i will probably give everyone and their mother this link, but oh well.....im out of thoughts so yeah.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626-77638782?l=kiwijess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77638782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626/posts/default/77638782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwijess.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77638782' title=''/><author><name>Jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07644484806842473645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
