<?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-9127651440996312298</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:54:10.279-08:00</updated><category term='mannequins'/><category term='my life'/><category term='bloody nose'/><category term='shoes shoes shoes shoes'/><category term='hair'/><title type='text'>the thoughts of youth are long long long thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>stuck in a city far too small</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-5299235383621873364</id><published>2009-07-24T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:01:58.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>may angels lead you in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SmqeAv-M6OI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OCULKfQNVIc/s1600-h/SANY0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SmqeAv-M6OI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OCULKfQNVIc/s320/SANY0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362272042052544738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was so afraid for the day I would get the email sent to my blackberry saying your website had an urgent update.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, it finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;My best memory of us together was the day we serenaded all the boys in the neighbor with our rendition of the spice girls. I fondly remember you lip singing and dancing around while I threw cereal at them. Something about the spice girls always made us so happy, especially the time you dressed up as Posh and I dressed up as Sporty Spice and my dad took us to the mall to make sticker pictures at Limited Too.&lt;br /&gt;For a year I followed your carepages, which updated me everyday on your treatment.&lt;br /&gt;It was the closet I had felt to you in years.&lt;br /&gt;I was so positive you would pull through, especially since Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia had such a high cure rate.&lt;br /&gt;Never did I imagine we would lose you, but yesterday you could not fight anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm upset but at the same time I know you were in pain and this was the best thing for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Rebecca  Michelle Kearney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-5299235383621873364?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/5299235383621873364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=5299235383621873364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/5299235383621873364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/5299235383621873364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/07/may-angels-lead-you-in.html' title='may angels lead you in'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SmqeAv-M6OI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OCULKfQNVIc/s72-c/SANY0513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-4142482617988409902</id><published>2009-06-21T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:14:23.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/Sj8ER8_g5FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igiPfUtMoCU/s1600-h/becca+boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/Sj8ER8_g5FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igiPfUtMoCU/s320/becca+boo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349999588816249938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You were my first best friend in Virginia, and shortly we will lose you.&lt;br /&gt;It baffles me how things like this can happen to such good people. Becca never deserved to come down with cancer. I always thought better her though, because she is such a fighter and so determined.&lt;br /&gt;Today that changed though.&lt;br /&gt;The doctors are stopping treatment and letting her "be comfortable from now on"&lt;br /&gt;How can one be comfortable with death, especially a young 20 year old who is supposed to  have years to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly just don't know how to feel about anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-4142482617988409902?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/4142482617988409902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=4142482617988409902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/4142482617988409902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/4142482617988409902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-cancer.html' title='fuck cancer'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/Sj8ER8_g5FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/igiPfUtMoCU/s72-c/becca+boo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-546666404571804794</id><published>2009-06-07T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:48:56.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>floor plan to my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SiyWAIZigQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iuzn4u4t5es/s1600-h/SANY0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SiyWAIZigQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iuzn4u4t5es/s320/SANY0750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344811786780705026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look at me, I'm Jul1ee&lt;br /&gt;classy, sassy, and now a blondie&lt;br /&gt;wont go to bed till I have a clonopin&lt;br /&gt;oh  look I'm jeppin Julie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the tune of Sandra D&lt;br /&gt;written by my room mate Caroline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say 2 months&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be institutionalized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-546666404571804794?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/546666404571804794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=546666404571804794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/546666404571804794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/546666404571804794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/06/floor-plan-to-my-hear.html' title='floor plan to my heart'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SiyWAIZigQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iuzn4u4t5es/s72-c/SANY0750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-8698856010662420293</id><published>2009-05-31T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:16:10.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know whats right and what's real anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SiM5CwyBmtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TslYsovCZYo/s1600-h/SANY0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SiM5CwyBmtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TslYsovCZYo/s200/SANY0696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342176302608784082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How things have changed within the past two weeks&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to keep this short and sweet and just list them off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. moved into my house&lt;br /&gt;.within the next 21 days if we have a noise complaint we get evicted....sweet&lt;br /&gt;. I'm very blonde&lt;br /&gt;. Zack Harton&lt;br /&gt;. a new amazing job, second job&lt;br /&gt;. rent due tomorrow, erg&lt;br /&gt;. money problems but nothing is new there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-8698856010662420293?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/8698856010662420293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=8698856010662420293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/8698856010662420293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/8698856010662420293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-whats-right-and-whats-real.html' title='I don&apos;t know whats right and what&apos;s real anymore'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SiM5CwyBmtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TslYsovCZYo/s72-c/SANY0696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-1335106771234297686</id><published>2009-05-03T20:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:40:15.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>train wreck</title><content type='html'>This has been the weirdest week ever&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEVVVVVEEEEEERRRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-1335106771234297686?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/1335106771234297686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=1335106771234297686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/1335106771234297686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/1335106771234297686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/05/train-wreck.html' title='train wreck'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-237033879977823116</id><published>2009-04-22T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:04:09.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spayed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/Se_oXOgF6-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/2lT0SCpVHP8/s1600-h/SANY0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/Se_oXOgF6-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/2lT0SCpVHP8/s200/SANY0305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327732369929923554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Delta got fixed today&lt;br /&gt;now she is laying next me restless and letting out such heart aching sighs&lt;br /&gt;I really wish they would send animals home with painkillers&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they only cut her abdomen open and took out her uterus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never loved anything like I love my dog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-237033879977823116?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/237033879977823116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=237033879977823116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/237033879977823116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/237033879977823116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/04/spayed.html' title='spayed'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/Se_oXOgF6-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/2lT0SCpVHP8/s72-c/SANY0305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-3461227734292989777</id><published>2009-04-20T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:29:16.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm deleting facebook&lt;br /&gt;I'm deleting myspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of people thinking that's what makes us friends&lt;br /&gt;if I'm a friend, you'll keep in touch the old fashion way of a telephone call&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-3461227734292989777?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/3461227734292989777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=3461227734292989777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/3461227734292989777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/3461227734292989777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-deleting-facebook-im-deleting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-8106262297659819216</id><published>2009-04-18T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:41:45.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blah.&lt;br /&gt;dats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-8106262297659819216?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/8106262297659819216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=8106262297659819216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>rawr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/ScxY5RPFdWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/U4spezCZrZ4/s1600-h/jon-and-kate-gosselin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/ScxY5RPFdWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/U4spezCZrZ4/s200/jon-and-kate-gosselin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317723000920175970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rumor has it Jon and Kate are getting divorced....and it's completely clocking my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a second job so this dream apartment, wherever it be will be definite in May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom told me she would buy me a pair of shoes today since all mine are falling apart, and I could not find any.....and I LOVE SHOES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-2423019719384818699?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/2423019719384818699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=2423019719384818699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/2423019719384818699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/2423019719384818699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/03/rawr.html' title='rawr'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/ScxY5RPFdWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/U4spezCZrZ4/s72-c/jon-and-kate-gosselin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-4688413037809681071</id><published>2009-03-24T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:31:40.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mannequins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloody nose'/><title type='text'>real control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/ScmkolY-2PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/I_LmrT8y9pQ/s1600-h/IMG_2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/ScmkolY-2PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/I_LmrT8y9pQ/s200/IMG_2094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316961852226197746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                             Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/ScmkdWisQiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/gp1OElHAPgY/s1600-h/IMG_2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/ScmkdWisQiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/gp1OElHAPgY/s200/IMG_2114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316961659261829666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                             After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went through with it and bleached my hair blonde today. Erin and I were both pretty surprised how well my  hair lifted. Its actually a lot more blonde then it appears in the photo, and its going to get lighter once my red fades and I start venturing out into the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Along with the new do, got a bunch of new hair products as well which include&lt;br /&gt;-Redken Real Control Shampoo&lt;br /&gt;-Redken Real Control Conditioner&lt;br /&gt;-Redken Color Control Conditioner&lt;br /&gt;-Biosilk straightning balm&lt;br /&gt;-Redken Blow drying Lotion&lt;br /&gt;I swear, having a good friend as a hairdresser definitely has its' perks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got punched in the face tonight for the first time ever....&lt;br /&gt;by a mannequin&lt;br /&gt;I'm never changing the clothes on one again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-4688413037809681071?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/4688413037809681071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=4688413037809681071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/4688413037809681071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/4688413037809681071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/03/real-control.html' title='real control'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/ScmkolY-2PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/I_LmrT8y9pQ/s72-c/IMG_2094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-1986657627865699415</id><published>2009-03-23T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:43:39.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be rich and I want to be famous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SchW1Mn3TnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/05fvA3Hmdmc/s1600-h/IMG_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SchW1Mn3TnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/05fvA3Hmdmc/s400/IMG_0724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316594832032353906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-1986657627865699415?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/1986657627865699415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=1986657627865699415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/1986657627865699415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/1986657627865699415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-be-rich-and-i-want-to-be.html' title='I want to be rich and I want to be famous'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SchW1Mn3TnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/05fvA3Hmdmc/s72-c/IMG_0724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-3088106980119687557</id><published>2009-03-22T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:07:59.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenicia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/Scb8TtdbPDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1s4YLZ_CVj0/s1600-h/SANY0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/Scb8TtdbPDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1s4YLZ_CVj0/s400/SANY0587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316213825708178482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break in New York was amazing, and if possible....I fell even more in love with Alex and the city&lt;br /&gt;just a few words to sum up my week:&lt;br /&gt;-China Town bus&lt;br /&gt;-1st cab ride in NYC&lt;br /&gt;-St Patrick's Day parade with Nick, Mr. Miller, Tara, and Dana&lt;br /&gt;-Dana pissed on the subway&lt;br /&gt;-met up with Annabel!!&lt;br /&gt;-walked EVERYWHERE&lt;br /&gt;-shopped with Nick&lt;br /&gt;-NickandPascalegetfamous&lt;br /&gt;-read 2 books&lt;br /&gt;-saw a fight on the subway&lt;br /&gt;-stayed in a cabin with Alex in upstate New York&lt;br /&gt;-got pulled over and was searched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I never had to leave, but only 2 more months till Alex and I get my own place here&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-3088106980119687557?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/3088106980119687557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=3088106980119687557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/3088106980119687557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/3088106980119687557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/03/phoenicia.html' title='Phoenicia'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/Scb8TtdbPDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1s4YLZ_CVj0/s72-c/SANY0587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-655003612316372591</id><published>2009-03-14T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:31:26.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lady fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SbyRlOKb0pI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mLtf6OvK8ks/s1600-h/one+with+fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SbyRlOKb0pI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mLtf6OvK8ks/s400/one+with+fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313281729033392786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this ring that I never wear, except for today I felt like wearing something pretty to work&lt;br /&gt;First female customer I had asked if I was engaged because my ring was so nice, but I quickly explained it was just some crappy ring I've had laying around for a good while&lt;br /&gt;She was convinced it was more then just crappy, but actually something of worth&lt;br /&gt;After I got off work, I was curious to go to a jewelry store in the mall to get it checked out&lt;br /&gt;I went into Finks and asked them to take a look and they said it was so dirty they couldnt even tell the color of the main stone&lt;br /&gt;When the man came back, he told me my ring was going for 625 dollar&lt;br /&gt;I completely lost my words at that moment&lt;br /&gt;a ring, I had laying around, that I thought was nothing special&lt;br /&gt;ends up....&lt;br /&gt;20 real diamonds, and a real pink (forget the name) stone in the center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All night I've been thinking about how I can sell it and pay my first rent with the money or even better, buy all my bedroom furniture and then some with it&lt;br /&gt;Some how though, I caught myself all through the night just admiring it and noticing how I like the way it looks on my finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me wants to sell it, but the other part is just so intrigued with its beauty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-655003612316372591?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/655003612316372591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=655003612316372591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/655003612316372591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/655003612316372591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/03/lady-fingers.html' title='lady fingers'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SbyRlOKb0pI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mLtf6OvK8ks/s72-c/one+with+fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-4256587928257925295</id><published>2009-03-13T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:36:23.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everthings' cool as long as I'm getting skinny</title><content type='html'>I wish I was born with thicker skin&lt;br /&gt;then when people turn on me, I wouldnt be so dissapointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially just dont give a shit about anybody anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-4256587928257925295?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/4256587928257925295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=4256587928257925295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/4256587928257925295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/4256587928257925295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/03/everthings-cool-as-long-as-im-getting.html' title='everthings&apos; cool as long as I&apos;m getting skinny'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-4343073988926083169</id><published>2009-03-07T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:30:38.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could eat Pho everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SbNURcXrGxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ne6CXPIOao0/s1600-h/touch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SbNURcXrGxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ne6CXPIOao0/s400/touch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310681044249942802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Post Secret has been so lame lately, lately as in meaning the past year and half.&lt;br /&gt;Some reason though, I wait till midnight Sunday morning so I can be one of the first to see the secrets :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I was wasted, but not like completely gone...but I managed to have an adventure downtown all by myself. Night started off at Megan's/Kevin's/Brent's/ whatever the fuck his name is apartment drinking. Somewhere around midnight we all walked to The Camel (which might I add fucking sucks now).&lt;br /&gt;Long ass line.&lt;br /&gt;5 dollars to get in just to dance to shitty ass music.&lt;br /&gt;One of my coworkers was outside, so hopefully he didn't take in my drunkiness.&lt;br /&gt;Some black British guy hit on me, then told me to "piss off" because he got inside and I didn't want to go with him.&lt;br /&gt;Caro_ and I waited oustide....blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I ended up walking all the way back to Megan's apartment by myself in high heel boots, which was hell on the cobblestone alleyways, BUT I MADE IT!&lt;br /&gt;Drank a few more beers then decided I needed to go home because I had to work at 10&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop driving drunk, errrgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ate some blue potato chips when I got home =puking all this morning and not going to work :(&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember calling Kenya telling her I was sick&lt;br /&gt;hahaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York City in 8 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-4343073988926083169?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/4343073988926083169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=4343073988926083169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/4343073988926083169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/4343073988926083169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wish-i-could-eat-pho-everyday.html' title='I wish I could eat Pho everyday'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SbNURcXrGxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ne6CXPIOao0/s72-c/touch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-6875948311492068581</id><published>2009-03-05T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:43:54.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'll trade you pencils for sex"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SbDEByavK4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mYtijJ8yDGI/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SbDEByavK4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mYtijJ8yDGI/s400/DSC_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309959495662644098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always thought I would miss my sisters a lot, but I miss Frankie far more then I could ever miss them ( no offense if any of you by chance read this).&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong, I do miss my sisters, but Frankie and I connected on such a different level.&lt;br /&gt;First off, I met this kid online and we ended up becoming best friends within the first week of college for the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't think I have a bad or sour memory of my good friend Frankie. If I was down or going fucking crazy (which he was lucky enough to see), he would snap me back into reality. I don't think I would have made it out alive second semester if I didn't have him there to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this kid so much, I didn't kill him or even make him pay when he broke the window in the back of my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One thing that always made me upset with some of my sisters was the way they treated him.  I don't know why they had such hateful feelings towards him, but he certainly doesn't deserve it. I know I used to yell at him a lot, but the kid is a goofball, BUT THE BEST GOOFBALL EVVVVVVEEERRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Frankie, I love you and miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-6875948311492068581?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/6875948311492068581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=6875948311492068581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/6875948311492068581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/6875948311492068581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-trade-you-pencils-for-sex.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ll trade you pencils for sex&quot;'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SbDEByavK4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mYtijJ8yDGI/s72-c/DSC_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-6094360114468224336</id><published>2009-03-03T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:06:22.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grow up and blow away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/Sa4KeJbZ-NI/AAAAAAAAAEg/60VLvETGhE4/s1600-h/IMG_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/Sa4KeJbZ-NI/AAAAAAAAAEg/60VLvETGhE4/s400/IMG_0944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309192523759614162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been over 9 months since I cut over 11 inches of my hair off&lt;br /&gt;and to this very day, I still feel super lost without my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, big deal....it's just hair&lt;br /&gt;well that's what I thought at first, but my hair was ME&lt;br /&gt;I used to put colorful highlights in each month to add some flare&lt;br /&gt;I could wear it wavy (which is doesn't do anymore) or have it pin straight&lt;br /&gt;getting ready in the morning took 5 minutes because all I had to do was put some curling mouse in it and go to class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized ever since I cut all my hair off, I've started wearing a lot more makeup.&lt;br /&gt;I can only assume it has to do with the fact I feel so unattractive with short hair. Since I feel this way on the inside, I guess I tried to cover the feelings up with makeup on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel slightly silly for writing about my hair, but its been bugging me so much&lt;br /&gt;I just want my long long red hair back :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-6094360114468224336?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/6094360114468224336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=6094360114468224336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/6094360114468224336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/6094360114468224336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/03/grow-up-and-blow-away.html' title='grow up and blow away'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/Sa4KeJbZ-NI/AAAAAAAAAEg/60VLvETGhE4/s72-c/IMG_0944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-2343097659167021382</id><published>2009-02-25T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:10:59.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SaYvwHajdNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vzsZL6y-yRg/s1600-h/SANY0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SaYvwHajdNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vzsZL6y-yRg/s400/SANY0431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306981714573358290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiger Claw, circa 1989&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSITIVES:&lt;br /&gt;-payday on Friday&lt;br /&gt;-Alex gets here tomorrow at midnight...so technically Friday&lt;br /&gt;-got an A on my Psych Exam&lt;br /&gt;-got a B on my History Exam&lt;br /&gt;-got some super cute clothes this weekend, and today :)&lt;br /&gt;-Erin gave me a free haircut, and some bangs!&lt;br /&gt;-Erin Bresse is coming home this weekend&lt;br /&gt;-I think Clay is in town?&lt;br /&gt;-finally got a new screen name&lt;br /&gt;-found the jacket I've been dying to own&lt;br /&gt;-clean room is always a plus&lt;br /&gt;-I got my laptop back with  new LCD screen, keyboard, and wireless thingy mabober and ALL FOR FREEEE&lt;br /&gt;-cigarettes are still cheap ( I dont know why this matters, they will always be cheap in Tobacco haven Virginia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEGATIVES:&lt;br /&gt;-I didnt have any sales at work yesterday&lt;br /&gt;-my dad has bitched at me every night over the fact that I have a 3.5 and not a 4.0, FUCK OFF DUDE&lt;br /&gt;-LIVING AT HOME&lt;br /&gt;-dad said he wont help me pay to go to Florida for Spring Break&lt;br /&gt;-Delta chewed my laptop charger, yeah... the brand new one I just got&lt;br /&gt;-my huge ass credit card bill just got bigger again, ooops&lt;br /&gt;-my newer fish sucks in comparison to Gypsy&lt;br /&gt;-this want to be city is too small for me, I need large buildings and a subway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there appears to be more positives this week&lt;br /&gt;I will call it a good week then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ALEX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-2343097659167021382?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/2343097659167021382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=2343097659167021382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/2343097659167021382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/2343097659167021382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/02/tiger-claw-circa-1989-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SaYvwHajdNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vzsZL6y-yRg/s72-c/SANY0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-8161513983001938509</id><published>2009-02-20T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:24:56.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>big river</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZ-dFty8LnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2UYc56I9xjM/s1600-h/rip+james.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZ-dFty8LnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2UYc56I9xjM/s400/rip+james.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305131607583895154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       James J. Bartman Jr.&lt;br /&gt;                                                    March 16th, 1987- February 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZ-brM0WE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZTcSzdkLt0M/s1600-h/Ken+in+shirt+sleves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZ-brM0WE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZTcSzdkLt0M/s400/Ken+in+shirt+sleves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305130052543189874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                Kenneth McCoy Hart&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                         July 1st,1918- February 16th,2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never know how much you both will be missed&lt;br /&gt;rest in peace.&lt;div 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river'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZ-dFty8LnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2UYc56I9xjM/s72-c/rip+james.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-8270699827215939975</id><published>2009-02-16T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:08:55.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I'm happy about.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-my hair is getting longer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-I have a job, that I like thus far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-I just got a free roundtrip (or discount) on JetBlue because the tv's were broken on my flight home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-I have straight A's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Alex being my partner in crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-I added some colour to the blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-cheap cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-sweet potato chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-I just went to New York to see the love of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Friday the 13th tattoo with new friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that suck right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-I'm stuck in Richmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Alex is in NYC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-I live at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-my dog is still eating her poop :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-I am somehow broke in the bank yet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-I have a ridiculous credit card statement to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Erin Bresse is too far away to hang out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-I only have 3 good friends here, and they happen to be all busy at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-My uncle died this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-My dad thinks just because he gives me money and buys me things, it makes him a loving father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-I'm nowhere near Alex right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-I'm almost positive nobody  misses me in Florida, especially Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-my laptop isn't fixed yet!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my eyebrows are in need of some major waxing, but lack of funds is keeping that from happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;womp womp womp&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to let the good times roll....even if it means leaving everything behind in RVA to get to NYC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-8270699827215939975?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/8270699827215939975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=8270699827215939975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/8270699827215939975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/8270699827215939975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/02/13.html' title='13'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-3314242060933978819</id><published>2009-01-31T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:54:20.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo, fuck Richmond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SYVFJQWkGnI/AAAAAAAAADY/dY924YGMi0s/s1600-h/hate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SYVFJQWkGnI/AAAAAAAAADY/dY924YGMi0s/s400/hate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297716561982003826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the early afternoon yesterday, I was so convinced for the first time I had made the right decision in moving back to Richmond.&lt;br /&gt;But goddamn, last night has changed that for good.&lt;br /&gt;Caroline and I decided to go to a dance/house party on Main Street that apparently a few people we knew were at. It took me going through a designated checkpoint and 20 minutes trying to find a parking spot.  We get to the house and walk around back to go inside. It seemed really nice but I didn't see any faces that I knew.  Next thing I know, some dumb bitch was pushing me telling me I had to get out and leave.&lt;br /&gt;First off, don't push me&lt;br /&gt;Second, you could have asked me to nicely&lt;br /&gt;Ends up it was some sororities closed party for a sisters 21st birthday.  My bad, thought it was any other normal dance party.&lt;br /&gt;After leaving that house and walking 5 blocks in the freezing cold to get to my car, Caroline and I figured we would go to a party on Monument.&lt;br /&gt;That fell through as well.&lt;br /&gt;Parking is so ridiculous downtown :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving back to the West End, I realized that Richmond is just way too small for me and no room for me to fit in anywhere.  I can' t stand the bike kids who only care about what others perceive them as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to drop out of school and move to New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-3314242060933978819?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/3314242060933978819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=3314242060933978819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/3314242060933978819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/3314242060933978819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo-fuck-richmond.html' title='yo, fuck Richmond'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SYVFJQWkGnI/AAAAAAAAADY/dY924YGMi0s/s72-c/hate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-9158053227543396367</id><published>2009-01-26T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:42:24.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it's so real I can feel it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SX6BEM98_VI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DjnEMLYELe8/s1600-h/SANY0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SX6BEM98_VI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DjnEMLYELe8/s400/SANY0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295812121034816850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that I've been home now for over a month, I've begun to ask myself if it was worth leaving Florida.&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that make the move worth it, one being just that little bit closer to Alex ( who's in New York) and friends that still reside in Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;I really do miss being able to wake up next  to Alex every morning, see him whenever I want through the day, and just be with him whenever I want though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but distance does make the heart grow fonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-9158053227543396367?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/9158053227543396367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=9158053227543396367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/9158053227543396367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/9158053227543396367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-its-so-real-i-can-feel-it.html' title='and it&apos;s so real I can feel it'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SX6BEM98_VI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DjnEMLYELe8/s72-c/SANY0296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-5184944958837828710</id><published>2008-11-29T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:09:08.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a broken heart is a working heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/STIQKQCMqyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uG4PfVHiYlg/s1600-h/IMG_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/STIQKQCMqyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uG4PfVHiYlg/s400/IMG_1793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274295881893194530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly, right now I SHOULD be packing to head back to Jacksonville tomorrow morning&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not, of course&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing what I have become a master at, procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of packing, or actually studying for my nursing exam that I think is Monday (but hoping is Tuesday), I'm sorting through what seems my entire life stuffed under my bed. I love going through old things like photo albums, fashion magazines, makeup, and most important..... journals.&lt;br /&gt;I started reading both of my journals I kept, one starting when I was 10 and another started when I was in 9th grade.  I laughed at most of the entries, but some just really blew my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I had 4 terrible years in high school, but now that I look back on it, it doesn't even matter now.  I read a few entries where I complained of being so hurt and feeling like things would never get any better, but I cant even remember what made me so upset.&lt;br /&gt;I gives me such reassurance that it really does eventually stop hurting.&lt;br /&gt;I needed that so much, especially since I shared a cup of coffee and a short conversation with Dylan today.&lt;br /&gt;We had 2 good years together with ups and downs. I'm ready to let it go, but never forget.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to take a chance with somebody new, but not rush into anything.&lt;br /&gt;I still hurt, but I now know that it will stop one day, and I'll look back on it and just laugh at how miserable I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richmond deserves a 2nd try&lt;br /&gt;I deserve to be happy go lucky Julie again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-5184944958837828710?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/5184944958837828710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=5184944958837828710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/5184944958837828710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/5184944958837828710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2008/11/broke-heart-is-working-heart.html' title='a broken heart is a working heart'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/STIQKQCMqyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uG4PfVHiYlg/s72-c/IMG_1793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-2400251183842513655</id><published>2008-11-17T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:39:04.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken hearted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SSJwo8EJJRI/AAAAAAAAACw/YbTSj6mvubk/s1600-h/floridraw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SSJwo8EJJRI/AAAAAAAAACw/YbTSj6mvubk/s400/floridraw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269898362597483794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have so many thoughts running through my head lately, sleep isn't really an option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life lately is just a blur, and it seems the days are getting longer as well.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go more into details, I just emotionally don't have the willpower to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get over it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-2400251183842513655?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/2400251183842513655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=2400251183842513655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/2400251183842513655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/2400251183842513655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2008/11/broken-hearted.html' title='broken hearted'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SSJwo8EJJRI/AAAAAAAAACw/YbTSj6mvubk/s72-c/floridraw.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-3935050124784906840</id><published>2008-09-30T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T02:44:22.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>history has a way of repeating itself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SOHylW6wUSI/AAAAAAAAACY/O7ratFhr2yU/s1600-h/DSC01595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SOHylW6wUSI/AAAAAAAAACY/O7ratFhr2yU/s400/DSC01595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251745364111806754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So school has resumed at Jacksonville University.  I've been working extra hard so far to try to stay above C's, which is something I really need this year.&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how much the summer really changed some people around here.  Not saying that it is bad, its just interesting.  Lately I've found myself very annoyed and angry towards this place because I feel a majority of the people are fake.  Its as if they forgot what lies they told last year, and I caught them this year.  Nothing to worry about though, I don't need to ponder on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it yet again, and I am going to blame it on this town.&lt;br /&gt;I ended things with Dylan.  I'm still not sure if it's because I just really need somebody here that I can see everyday, or if I'm being ridiculous and making rational decisions.  Jacksonville is a very peculiar place that can make any person feel alone, or like they aren't apart of anything spectacular.  When this happens to me I feel the need to attach to somebody that is here, and let go of the person that is the farthest away...... and I did latch onto somebody here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally stopped seeing my psychologist here.  She was cold and took way too many notes and I didnt feel like she was listening to me.  So the search continues yet again, haha.  I'm doing surprisingly well though.  I havent taken my medicine in over 3 weeks and things are going somewhat smoothly so far.  Still waiting for that one day though when I don't have to worry about taking medicine to make it through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my minds been wandering&lt;br /&gt;I've been having thoughts come and go relatively fast&lt;br /&gt;weeks are going by even faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this is how it happens the last year of being a teenager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-3935050124784906840?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/3935050124784906840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=3935050124784906840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/3935050124784906840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/3935050124784906840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2008/09/history-has-way-of-repeating-itself.html' title='history has a way of repeating itself'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SOHylW6wUSI/AAAAAAAAACY/O7ratFhr2yU/s72-c/DSC01595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-1629665759091851482</id><published>2008-09-08T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:02:32.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 mg</title><content type='html'>things are moving really fast here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope it stays this way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-1629665759091851482?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/1629665759091851482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=1629665759091851482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/1629665759091851482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/1629665759091851482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2008/09/25-mg.html' title='25 mg'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-1495958022140131988</id><published>2008-08-25T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:49:50.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drifting and floating and fading away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SLN7rrq_OsI/AAAAAAAAABs/1eS2z--OQmA/s1600-h/IMG_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SLN7rrq_OsI/AAAAAAAAABs/1eS2z--OQmA/s400/IMG_1037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238666781949639362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate how only a few months apart from friends could change everything. &lt;br /&gt;I still don't know if I made the right choice coming back to Florida early&lt;br /&gt;Vinny, Diana, and I used to be attached at the hip, and now Vinny doesn't talk to the two of us that much anymore.  I hate when I lose my constants in life, because I usually replace it with some stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to complain on these things but all and all I'm beginning to lose faith in my psychologist.  I'm so sick and tired of trying different combinations of medicine.  Nothing seems to make me better, it's more like it makes me worse.  I just don't want to have to live my whole life like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-1495958022140131988?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/1495958022140131988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=1495958022140131988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/1495958022140131988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/1495958022140131988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2008/08/drifting-and-floating-and-fading-away.html' title='drifting and floating and fading away'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SLN7rrq_OsI/AAAAAAAAABs/1eS2z--OQmA/s72-c/IMG_1037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-7750858934415144618</id><published>2008-06-09T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:44:28.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got four hail marys flying over my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SE3bqrKKrPI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xz2L1Tnt6AU/s1600-h/da+beach%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SE3bqrKKrPI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xz2L1Tnt6AU/s400/da+beach%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210061870123887858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My hard work is paying off, even if it was hard to do&lt;br /&gt;I wrote Dylan a long note to try to explain what went wrong and how I really felt about what we had, and lost&lt;br /&gt;We decided it's best to take things slow, which is the best thing right now&lt;br /&gt;I talked with his dad on the phone and also met with him to discuss my options for my treatment and I'm glad to start that&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for one thing though, and it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;I've never prayed so hard before&lt;br /&gt;Dylan is still scared that I'm going to hurt him again, especially when I return to Florida, but I lost him once because I was making terrible mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I won't let it happen again&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose the one I love for a second time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news&lt;br /&gt;I got into the nursing program at Jacksonville University&lt;br /&gt;I am still in shock, I wasn't expecting that at all&lt;br /&gt;especially today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that tomorrow goes just as well&lt;br /&gt;and the day after&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-7750858934415144618?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/7750858934415144618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=7750858934415144618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/7750858934415144618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/7750858934415144618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-got-four-hail-marys-flying-over-my.html' title='I got four hail marys flying over my head'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SE3bqrKKrPI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xz2L1Tnt6AU/s72-c/da+beach%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-5927663283302079098</id><published>2008-06-03T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:46:19.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mistakes become regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SEW66YXxUwI/AAAAAAAAABc/wp0z5vEN434/s1600-h/DSC00243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SEW66YXxUwI/AAAAAAAAABc/wp0z5vEN434/s400/DSC00243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207774056261178114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do not regret the things you do, because at one time what you did was what you wanted"&lt;br /&gt;that was my senior quote, because at that time I had come to terms with all the mistakes I had made in just 18 short years&lt;br /&gt;but one year later exactly, I'm throwing it all out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tell people you regret something if you did it more then once&lt;br /&gt;and it's true&lt;br /&gt;I relapsed with drugs again&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to lose the one person that I love again because of my drug problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much to handle sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm 15 again with a crush that won't go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida is so close I can almost smell it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-5927663283302079098?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/5927663283302079098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=5927663283302079098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/5927663283302079098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/5927663283302079098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2008/06/mistakes-become-regrets.html' title='mistakes become regrets'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SEW66YXxUwI/AAAAAAAAABc/wp0z5vEN434/s72-c/DSC00243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-6587387536512055579</id><published>2008-05-28T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:44:52.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they take a polaroid and let you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SD4lNHj79cI/AAAAAAAAABU/g7PVnTxGco8/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SD4lNHj79cI/AAAAAAAAABU/g7PVnTxGco8/s400/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205639126585177538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I have never felt so heartbroken before, and I'm the one that broke my own heart&lt;br /&gt;Those were the worst two weeks of my life, which led to me making a terrible decision.  I don't know what started it, but once I picked up the bottle, I couldn't put it down.  Every night was full of me having long talks that I don't even remember.  I betrayed the one person I really loved.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I will forgive myself for a very  long time&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;You told me today you missed us in Richmond, but when I asked if you missed us together, all you could say was "we are both moving on".&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving on&lt;br /&gt;I have tried, and every time I feel like I have met somebody I can be somewhat happy with&lt;br /&gt;you cross my mind and I push the other person away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how lonely I am in Richmond&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I pushed every singly one of my friends away so I could be with you&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I can't bring myself to drink slurpees because that's something you and I always did together ( me with a white straw and you with a green straw)&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I can't listen to Muse anymore, because they sang our song&lt;br /&gt;I hate how you don't return my text messages, especially when I ask you if you miss me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this damn medicine would start working so I can attempt to go out and enjoy my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-6587387536512055579?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/6587387536512055579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=6587387536512055579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/6587387536512055579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/6587387536512055579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2008/05/they-take-polaroid-and-let-you-go.html' title='they take a polaroid and let you go'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SD4lNHj79cI/AAAAAAAAABU/g7PVnTxGco8/s72-c/055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127651440996312298.post-7859356955794404151</id><published>2008-05-15T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:13:33.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cigarettes and speed to live and sleeping pills to feel forgiven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SC0kAKjBh5I/AAAAAAAAABM/afWXSf7uQjk/s1600-h/1500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SC0kAKjBh5I/AAAAAAAAABM/afWXSf7uQjk/s400/1500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200852729932646290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like to think that my mother sent this in to postsecret, but I know she didn't&lt;br /&gt;not because she doesn't even know what postsecret is to begin with&lt;br /&gt;or the fact that I'm not 1,500 miles away&lt;br /&gt;but because I know she didn't miss me that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I was young again&lt;br /&gt;especially when my mom and I would have the house to just the two of us because my dad was out of town on a business trip&lt;br /&gt;She would let me stay up late and play dolls with me&lt;br /&gt;I always thought she was much happier when it was just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying my dad is a bad person, but over the past 10 years or so, I've seen my mother age greatly due to all the stress he has put on her&lt;br /&gt;and she doesn't laugh like she used to when it was just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went away to school, I knew I would miss my friends&lt;br /&gt;but I felt so guilty for leaving my mom behind, but now I'm home&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to see she had done just fine without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127651440996312298-7859356955794404151?l=buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/7859356955794404151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127651440996312298&amp;postID=7859356955794404151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/7859356955794404151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127651440996312298/posts/default/7859356955794404151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buryingmydreamsunderground.blogspot.com/2008/05/cigarettes-and-speed-to-live-and.html' title='cigarettes and speed to live and sleeping pills to feel forgiven'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738510251209988076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SZs6tJ6p9EI/AAAAAAAAADk/jmBWNY_JlkA/S220/IMG_2031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2nQUjbznIk/SC0kAKjBh5I/AAAAAAAAABM/afWXSf7uQjk/s72-c/1500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
