<?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-1158228702485036503</id><updated>2011-07-29T05:42:05.415-04:00</updated><category term='Twilight'/><category term='sophomore.'/><category term='Breaking Dawn'/><title type='text'>I'll forever stay your perfect enemy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-5521932351181238350</id><published>2010-02-22T21:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:38:48.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>never knew I was such a trooper</title><content type='html'>I would have though that I would have snapped by now, cosidering my depression hasn't seen any improvement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired and sick of being lonely. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; someone to talk to.  Someone I can trust, someone who's tangible and understanding and nonjudgmental. I don't need some shrink giving me AD's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they wont work.&lt;/span&gt; I know what I need to fix this. I just can't help but be terrified that I'm setting myself up for disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in my world knows that there are problems that I keep silent, but do they care? I think not. They have their own problems to deal with, and I accept that, I do. I'm not the center of the universe. Everyone has problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe we could use each other to get a way for a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-5521932351181238350?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/5521932351181238350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=5521932351181238350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5521932351181238350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5521932351181238350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-knew-i-was-such-trooper.html' title='never knew I was such a trooper'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-5959244336557845311</id><published>2009-09-10T18:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:39:08.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll only make it worse</title><content type='html'>i hope there's a good reason why he's not e-mailing me back, otherwise, I think I'll cry. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-5959244336557845311?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/5959244336557845311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=5959244336557845311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5959244336557845311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5959244336557845311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/09/youll-only-make-it-worse.html' title='you&apos;ll only make it worse'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-4383613083854734677</id><published>2009-08-22T01:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:15:58.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>faint</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard&lt;br /&gt;Handful of complaints but I can’t help the fact that everyone can see&lt;br /&gt;these scars&lt;br /&gt;I am what I want you to want what I want you to feel&lt;br /&gt;But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believe&lt;br /&gt;this is real&lt;br /&gt;So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do&lt;br /&gt;Face away and pretend that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't feel the way I did before)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't turn your back on me)&lt;br /&gt;(I won't be ignored)&lt;br /&gt;(Time won't heal this damage anymore)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't turn your back on me)&lt;br /&gt;(I won't be ignored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little bit insecure a little unconfident&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't understand I do what I can but sometimes I don't make&lt;br /&gt;sense&lt;br /&gt;I am what you never wanna say but I've never had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear&lt;br /&gt;me out&lt;br /&gt;So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do&lt;br /&gt;Face away and pretend that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't feel the way I did before)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't turn your back on me)&lt;br /&gt;(I won't be ignored)&lt;br /&gt;(Time won't heal this damage anymore)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't turn your back on me)&lt;br /&gt;(I won't be ignored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No)&lt;br /&gt;(Hear me out now)&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna listen to me, like it or not)&lt;br /&gt;(Right now)&lt;br /&gt;(Hear me out now)&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna listen to me, like it or not)&lt;br /&gt;(Right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't feel the way I did before)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't turn your back on me)&lt;br /&gt;(I won't be ignored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't feel the way I did before)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't turn your back on me)&lt;br /&gt;(I won't be ignored)&lt;br /&gt;(Time won't heal this damage anymore)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't turn your back on me)&lt;br /&gt;(I won't be ignored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;br /&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;Time won't heal&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;br /&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, I'm so tired of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry about me committing suicide, I have too much hope that it'll get better to kill myself.(though it never does)&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/1158228702485036503-4383613083854734677?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/4383613083854734677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=4383613083854734677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/4383613083854734677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/4383613083854734677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/08/faint.html' title='faint'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-3898940861243609754</id><published>2009-08-10T18:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:59:25.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>give me more paper flowers</title><content type='html'>If my parents were to find out that I've been suffering from depression for the past several months, and if I explained why, one of two things would happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either dad would tell me to buck up and that I was being a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or mom and dad would both feel bad that they hadn't noticed it sooner and that part of it was their fault, and then I'd have to deal with the guilt of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's best for me to suffer in silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-3898940861243609754?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/3898940861243609754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=3898940861243609754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/3898940861243609754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/3898940861243609754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/08/give-me-more-paper-flowers.html' title='give me more paper flowers'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-216471399963604581</id><published>2009-07-10T19:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:08:09.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>parents</title><content type='html'>do not care about the social needs of their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen anyone in days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hung out with one person in the past three weeks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-216471399963604581?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/216471399963604581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=216471399963604581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/216471399963604581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/216471399963604581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/07/parents.html' title='parents'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-727283430185422917</id><published>2009-07-10T14:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:34:40.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>adding to the list</title><content type='html'>more random factoids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm allergic to mosquitoes, guinea pigs, nerds rope and sour skittles.&lt;br /&gt;-music can effect my mood&lt;br /&gt;-I only draw when I can't photograph it&lt;br /&gt;-I hate bodily functions&lt;br /&gt;-I will have a million cats when I get older&lt;br /&gt;-If I didn't care about people and what they though, I'd be evil.&lt;br /&gt;-apparently, I'm a serial killer.&lt;br /&gt;-I love mind games&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes I feel too old to be sixteen. I'm so ready for adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;-I need my permit&lt;br /&gt;-I'm a pessimistic optimist&lt;br /&gt;-I'm an optimistic pessimist.&lt;br /&gt;-suck it&lt;br /&gt;-I want to lose ten pounds.&lt;br /&gt;-I hate when I say something negative about myself, like above, and people are like "I can't believe you said that, if you think you're fat then you must think I'm fat and that hurts me"&lt;br /&gt;STFU. I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about me and for you to say something like that only means you think you are and I'm not gonna hear you putting it on me.&lt;br /&gt;-If it bothers you that much anyways, then do something about it, good lord.&lt;br /&gt;-No, I don't think I'm overwirght, but I still want to lose ten pounds. Go away.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm losing faith in humanity, one person at at time.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't trust people.&lt;br /&gt;-call me heartless, most people do.&lt;br /&gt;-I hate emotions. They ruin everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-727283430185422917?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/727283430185422917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=727283430185422917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/727283430185422917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/727283430185422917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/07/adding-to-list.html' title='adding to the list'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-7859219917886564048</id><published>2009-07-09T23:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:06:41.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss friends</title><content type='html'>I miss feeling like people actually liked me with out being weirdly obsessed. I miss having something to look forward to on the weekends, and having someone to hang out with after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I bore everyone, and the worst thing is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bore myself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to hate every fraction of my existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-7859219917886564048?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/7859219917886564048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=7859219917886564048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7859219917886564048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7859219917886564048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-friends.html' title='I miss friends'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-7818192532413275139</id><published>2009-07-09T01:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:11:10.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>can't even close my eyes</title><content type='html'>I don't post as much as I used to, merely because there's nothing going on, I find myself incredibly bored and lonely, incedentally, the depression has gotten worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to a Hey Monday concert soon with Courtney, Lauren, abnd Aerial, which will be my first contact woth them pretty much ALL summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, my wonderful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed time for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-7818192532413275139?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/7818192532413275139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=7818192532413275139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7818192532413275139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7818192532413275139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-even-close-my-eyes.html' title='can&apos;t even close my eyes'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-8561808672693525339</id><published>2009-06-18T22:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:07:39.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>uuuhgggg</title><content type='html'>I hate my sisterrr. I hate that I keep having nightmares. I hate how my fuxing Coraline book is missing. I'm so tired of begin bored and not having a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-8561808672693525339?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/8561808672693525339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=8561808672693525339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8561808672693525339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8561808672693525339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/06/uuuhgggg.html' title='uuuhgggg'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-2783300535968060761</id><published>2009-06-03T11:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:52:22.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;was just overwhelmingly amazing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us 2 hours to get there. Traffic was absolutely terrible, it started raining and everything, and the humidity was just unbearable in the car. The concert started at 7:30, we got there at like 8:30, we had to walk like, 2 miles from where we parked to get the the amphitheater. We missed about half of Paramore :( I was like, laughing hysterically in the car cause we just could not find a way around traffic and I though we were gonna miss them because I didn't know the Sounds was playing before them. When we were trying to park this group of dumbass girls stopped in teh middle of the effing road to take a picture and I just started screaming. "MOVE YOUR ASS NOW!!!!" The had the nerve to flick me of I flicked 'em off too and started screaming again "FUCK YOU TOO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was worth it though Paramore was perfect in every way. Hayley was just all over the place, she said that Tampa was the best yet (mind you, this was on Twitter not just live, so I believe her cause she didn't say that about every show)They did Decode which was just....omg, I can't describe.. They did this absolutely incredible instrumental the end "Let The Flames Begin" and I swear I had goose bumps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Doubt Kicked ass too. Gwen is a rockstar. She was so cool she brought people up on stage with her. This one girl, I though she was gonna cry she was so happy, and there was another girl who had a poster that Gwen just loved that said " Plane ticket: 100$, Concert ticket: 80$, Meeting No Doubt: Priceless" and Gwen leaned off the stage to take pictures with people. And then the drummer came on stage in nothing but a frekkin tutu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I was covered in mud up to my ankles on the walk back to the car, my black converse got turned brown. Uhg, but it was so worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it was just so incredible... I can't even describe it accurately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-2783300535968060761?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/2783300535968060761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=2783300535968060761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/2783300535968060761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/2783300535968060761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-night.html' title='last night'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-8564731468718327172</id><published>2009-05-31T21:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:58:14.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm doing this to distract myself</title><content type='html'>-I get randoms spasms of pain in my body.&lt;br /&gt;-I hate couples cause I'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt;-I feel too old to be 16&lt;br /&gt;-my joints crack frequently. No, most of the time it doesn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't judge, I make assumptions that I wont act upon until proven correct.&lt;br /&gt;-I wish I was a superhero&lt;br /&gt;-I'm a secret keeper.&lt;br /&gt;-I wish I had green eyes&lt;br /&gt;-I feel boring a lot&lt;br /&gt;-The only reason I'm a bad girlfriend is because I don't want to express affection to people 'm not really in love with, cause it would lead them on, and when I want to break up, they don't have to go "wtf?"&lt;br /&gt;-Trust me, if I ever do fall in love, this boy will be showered with affection. ;)&lt;br /&gt;-I'm not bothered by my weight, pur say, if I knew it was all muscle, that number would not bother me at all, but it's not, so bleh.&lt;br /&gt;-I freak out without music&lt;br /&gt;-I'm so insanely lonely that I can hardly stand it.&lt;br /&gt;-I find myself incapacitated sometimes because of my depression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-8564731468718327172?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/8564731468718327172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=8564731468718327172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8564731468718327172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8564731468718327172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-doing-this-to-distract-myself.html' title='I&apos;m doing this to distract myself'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-3368563118504913950</id><published>2009-05-31T21:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:06:15.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not again</title><content type='html'>damnit, my parents are fighting again. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-3368563118504913950?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/3368563118504913950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=3368563118504913950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/3368563118504913950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/3368563118504913950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-again.html' title='not again'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-6984148871959427564</id><published>2009-05-26T21:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:23:42.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>forgeting all the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well</title><content type='html'>I feel like such an empty thing sometimes. There's no passion in my life. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. Am I just being over dramatic? Is it possible that I'm throwing it all out of proportion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do with these thoughts...they wont leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike this loneliness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-6984148871959427564?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/6984148871959427564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=6984148871959427564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/6984148871959427564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/6984148871959427564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/05/forgeting-all-hurt-inside-youve-learned.html' title='forgeting all the hurt inside you&apos;ve learned to hide so well'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-7629065246711023125</id><published>2009-05-18T21:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:48:17.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mechanical lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right, well there's just nothing like multiple menal break downs. I'm pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IALMOSTGOTFUCKINGBACKKSTAGEPASSESTOPARAMORE!!!!!!!!!!! Honestly, I could just kill myself. Right, I have this friend, and he works for livenation, and He was gonna get a backstage pas for my friend Aisha. But she didn't want to go by herself, so she was gonna give it to me. Just when I though I was gonna get it, my other friend tells me that her name is already on it! FUCKMYLIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!! And even better! Her parents probably wont let her go anyways cause she'd be by herself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKKKMEEEESIDEWAYSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, could my luck really be that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T Sooo cloosseee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-7629065246711023125?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/7629065246711023125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=7629065246711023125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7629065246711023125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7629065246711023125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/05/mechanical-lullaby.html' title='mechanical lullaby'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-2531843957863935471</id><published>2009-05-13T21:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:28:42.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>steal my romance</title><content type='html'>I'm so sick and tired of feeling so alone all the time. I don't know much more of this I can take. I'm so desperate for someone to talk to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-2531843957863935471?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/2531843957863935471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=2531843957863935471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/2531843957863935471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/2531843957863935471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/05/steal-my-romance.html' title='steal my romance'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-8125410180536319001</id><published>2009-05-08T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:58:04.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>parents</title><content type='html'>irritate me to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assholes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-8125410180536319001?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/8125410180536319001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=8125410180536319001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8125410180536319001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8125410180536319001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/05/parents.html' title='parents'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-838199121937259844</id><published>2009-05-07T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:40:00.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>depression sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/haveIfoundyou.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 506px; height: 424px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/haveIfoundyou.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of those photos where the person in it doesn't have to act to get the right emotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-838199121937259844?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/838199121937259844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=838199121937259844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/838199121937259844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/838199121937259844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/05/depression-sucks.html' title='depression sucks'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-1194397349696856535</id><published>2009-05-03T00:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:24:55.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pay the price</title><content type='html'>I hate getting compliments as much as I feel so very flattered as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretty. My top lip is thin, and I have dark circles that don't go away no matter how much sleep I get. I hate getting on the scale. The number wouldn't bother me if I knew it was all muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when people do compliment me, it's almost as if I'm being lied to. I see nothing alluring about myself, why would anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing no one reads this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-1194397349696856535?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/1194397349696856535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=1194397349696856535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/1194397349696856535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/1194397349696856535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/05/pay-price.html' title='pay the price'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-7595415031978633082</id><published>2009-05-02T23:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:05:33.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>someone's gone back on their word</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I'm so sick of living in this household. I feel like I have nothing in comment with the rest of my family. I feel bad for wanting to ditch out as soon as I'm old enough, but I'm tired of dealing with all this irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having friends. I miss having people to talk to. I hate whining on here all the time. There's nothing else to talk about, nothing ever happens in my life. I'm a pathetic excuse for a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-7595415031978633082?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/7595415031978633082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=7595415031978633082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7595415031978633082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7595415031978633082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/05/someones-gone-back-on-their-word.html' title='someone&apos;s gone back on their word'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-7439206199624283443</id><published>2009-04-30T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:25:40.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Owwww</title><content type='html'>Uhg, so my period decided to finally show up today in teh middle of my first period, and was rude enough to bring some massively painful cramps with it, so bad that  I had to call my mother to pick me up and take me home, simply because there was no way I could get anything done in school if I was hunched over in my seat moaning in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the past half hour, I've been lying in bed wioth a heat pad, waiting for the midol to kick in and reading Pride and Prejeduce. I've only just started feeling well enough to get up. I'm just glad I wasn't without tampons, cause that would have sucked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have the hole day at home now, so I'm gonna work on my French and start on the two Othello Essays I have to do by Sunday and finish the vocab which is due friday, unless something decides to occypy me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-7439206199624283443?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/7439206199624283443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=7439206199624283443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7439206199624283443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7439206199624283443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/04/owwww.html' title='Owwww'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-7376934507471932385</id><published>2009-04-28T18:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:23:41.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>angels are rendered useless</title><content type='html'>Weeee!!!!!! I finally got a tripod!!!!! Woooooo!!!!!! It's not a super great one, but hey, beggars can't be choosers, and it works for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I GOT PARAMORE TICKETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMFG!!!!!! *spaz attack* Omg, I watched a live video of them doing "Decoy" so fucking amazing, god, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/ I should have gotten my period by now... I dunno what's going on, cause I'm deffinately not having sex with anyone, kthnksbaii. I dunno, maybe it's just one of theose things where you randomly get irregular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckk my life, I'm so tired. I'm tired and sick of school. Dad keeps yelling at me. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-7376934507471932385?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/7376934507471932385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=7376934507471932385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7376934507471932385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7376934507471932385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/04/angels-are-rendered-useless.html' title='angels are rendered useless'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-386686006167555968</id><published>2009-04-22T14:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:55:43.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sleep. I need sleep. Uhhhggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, I'm officially 16!!!! Now I just need to get a job and save up every cent I make so I can get a laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhgg, i want my presents!!! I have to wait till my party to get them!! It's been so hard to not try and sneak into my parents room and look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored. I'm so tired of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really want a taco right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, could I be anymore childish?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-386686006167555968?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/386686006167555968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=386686006167555968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/386686006167555968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/386686006167555968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-6718874214291377061</id><published>2009-04-17T23:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:16:20.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>help me leave behind a reason to be missed</title><content type='html'>Hhhhuurrrggg, I'm so tired. I just want to curl up in a very large, comfortable bed, and sleep until I WANT to wake up. I ache all the time that sometimes, I don't even notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th birthday next weekend, so far I have a grand total of...two people coming. Uhg, how pathetic am I?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also, apparently a serial killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a substitute in Journalism the other day, and he was doing all these little riddles with us, and he did this one, and he said that it was a psychological thing they did with suspected &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1240024266_0"&gt;serial killers&lt;/span&gt;. He said that serial killers always give the same answer, and that regular people have a bunch of different answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Girl is at her mothers funeral and she see's a man she's never seen before there. She immediately falls in love with him. She wants to talk to him, but the funeral is in progress, so she waits till after. But after the service, she can't find him.&lt;br /&gt;2 months later, she kills her sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serial Killers will give this answer: "In hopes that she'll see the man at the funeral"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, that's the answer I got, mind you, it wasn't my first answer, I had to think on it a little bit, but it just when WHAM, slammed right into me, and I was bouncing in my seat, because I knew that was it, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I dreamed I was missing,&lt;br /&gt;and you were so scared,&lt;br /&gt;but no one would listen&lt;br /&gt;cause no one else cared&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting almost unbearable, I can't take being upset like this all the time, and I don't know how to fix it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-6718874214291377061?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/6718874214291377061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=6718874214291377061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/6718874214291377061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/6718874214291377061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/04/help-me-leave-behind-reason-to-be.html' title='help me leave behind a reason to be missed'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-7653161708374086987</id><published>2009-04-15T21:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:59:13.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hush</title><content type='html'>uhgg. My friends suck. I dislike this loneliness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This computer situation is getting drastic. MY mom is starting to say no sometimes when I ask to use hers. My dad throws a mini hissy fit if I ask to use it anytime after mom gets home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhg. I hate my non existent love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic Loveletter - Make-up Smeared Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Left your t-shirt in my room, still smells of you And the picture you hung on the door lay smashed, picture perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Explains now, clearly nothing left but a memory We only made out you never kissed me that's how I learned to hold back all feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wait, please don't go, I won't stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All these words on replay. I'm ok, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's alright, good to know that you're fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pretending everything is right, to make it better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll hide my make-up smeared eyes, to show that I'm fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Somehow you have managed to get under my skin, more than anyone ever did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if every hole makes a scar and every scar marks it's place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then I will never live freely without your trace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it'll never be fair, I wrote my songs for you and you never even cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So I'll forget you, I'll wash your t-shirt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kill the pillow and cut you out of pictures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wait, please don't go, I won't stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All these words on replay. I'm ok, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's alright, good to know that you're fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pretending everything is right, to make it better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll hide my make up smeared eyes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This drama sat shot gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My eyes rained like autumn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Only the glove box knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How the story goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now that this bandage is broken and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The cuts left in open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll tell you just one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This wasn't worth the sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-7653161708374086987?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/7653161708374086987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=7653161708374086987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7653161708374086987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7653161708374086987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/04/hush.html' title='hush'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-5448651716654867007</id><published>2009-04-11T22:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:42:22.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night wasn't as bad as I thought it was gonna be, dad only got a little buzzed and he was being funny as hell. I squirted him with the spray bottle(used when the cats are misbehaving) and he THREW his tea at me. It was very cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I definitely don't have friends. No one EVER calls me, or IMs me or anything.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I did though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate depression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-5448651716654867007?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/5448651716654867007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=5448651716654867007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5448651716654867007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5448651716654867007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-night-wasnt-as-bad-as-i-thought-it.html' title=''/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-7057725782771860724</id><published>2009-04-10T19:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:11:57.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>dad just came home with a six pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhh :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-7057725782771860724?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/7057725782771860724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=7057725782771860724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7057725782771860724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7057725782771860724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-7804898933713011952</id><published>2009-04-10T11:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:12:59.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fmngbfnkdgbkf</title><content type='html'>my freggin' guidance councelor pulled me out of class just to yell at me for my grades. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhg, parents still fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for bloggin durning school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freggin' vending machines are possesd!! They wont work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starrrvvvinnggg!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-7804898933713011952?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/7804898933713011952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=7804898933713011952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7804898933713011952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7804898933713011952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/04/fmngbfnkdgbkf.html' title='fmngbfnkdgbkf'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-8504355162107520141</id><published>2009-04-09T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:30:17.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hit the ground running</title><content type='html'>great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are fighting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just....fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-8504355162107520141?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/8504355162107520141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=8504355162107520141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8504355162107520141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8504355162107520141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/04/hit-ground-running.html' title='hit the ground running'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-2241143183045086376</id><published>2009-04-09T18:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:00:19.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>smiles and tantrums.</title><content type='html'>If I was having a good evening before it's gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad felt the need to yell at me. Dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so grumpy all the time! Even though he has a steady job now, he's bring money in and working overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting really sick of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-2241143183045086376?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/2241143183045086376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=2241143183045086376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/2241143183045086376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/2241143183045086376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/04/smiles-and-tantrums.html' title='smiles and tantrums.'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-1210119628814820474</id><published>2009-04-05T21:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:42:24.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>give me what I came here for</title><content type='html'>Uhg. I wish my dad wasn't such a sarcastic asshole. Everytime I do something wrong he picks at it and picks at it! He's a pride killer. He FORCES you to admit you were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of it, it's not even funny. and the thing is, he doesn't even care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-1210119628814820474?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/1210119628814820474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=1210119628814820474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/1210119628814820474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/1210119628814820474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/04/give-me-what-i-came-here-for.html' title='give me what I came here for'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-5128855881473314063</id><published>2009-04-05T11:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:51:49.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pick my heart up off the floor.</title><content type='html'>Hurg. Lilith pretty much confirmed that it was clinical depression. Wonderful. Doesn't really change anything though. I refuse to see a shrink, and I will not take ADs.&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling a little better though this week, Despite the fact that none of my "friends" have made ANY contact with me over break. Fuckers. I made a new online friend, and he's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;My online friends are better than most of my school friends. Am I the only one who sees a problem here? Ah well, it's nice to actually have someone to talk to again.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck my computer. It needs to rot in hell.&lt;br /&gt;The damn thing wont work. It wont start up. We don't know what's wrong with it. UHG!!!!!!!! I am so fucking sick of my computers never fucking working for me. I have gone through five fucking hard drives, it's crashed four fucking times, and even now it wont fucking work, after my dad has spent all the fucking time he's willing to fucking spend on the stupid piece of shit. So now I'm stuck using my mom's computer. And P.S. She's using it most of the time she's home!&lt;br /&gt;and of course it' all my fault!! *sarcasm*At least in dad's head. Uhg. I didn't do anything to it, how could I have possibly broken it. And now he just, wont help me anymore. Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhgggg!! I don't wanna go back to school. I'll be unhappy again!! :(&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's nothing more fun than sitting by yourself watching your "friends" have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-5128855881473314063?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/5128855881473314063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=5128855881473314063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5128855881473314063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5128855881473314063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/04/pick-my-heart-up-off-floor.html' title='pick my heart up off the floor.'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-3969322325893359703</id><published>2009-03-25T15:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:34:03.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I dreamed I was missing</title><content type='html'>There's something wrong with me. There has to be, I'm so upset all the time. I have to pretend I'm happy just so I don't have to wallow in self-pity(which makes me feel weak and idiotic)&lt;br /&gt;I have all this bottled up passion and nothing to do with it, nowhere for it to go. Music makes it worse. My shoulders and neck always ache.&lt;br /&gt;I hate all my flaws. I hate my weight. I hate how I can't feel good about myself to some degree without wearing make-up.&lt;br /&gt;I can't drive, I failed my french class, I have no job, and I suck at cooking. I feel so useless&lt;br /&gt;It's getting harder and harder to get up and go to school. Sleeping is my favorite past-time. I have no will to do my school work. I feel like I'm giving up on something without ever even wanting to.&lt;br /&gt; And there's no one to talk to. No one to confide in. I don't want people to know I'm not as happy as I look, and I don't want to be the little depressed girl. I don't want to talk to my parents about it. My mother pushed me into telling why I was so angry all the time, and I told her I felt lonely a lot(which is part of it). I don't want my parents to worry about it, there's enough going down already. I don't want people casting sideways glances at me to check my expression, and I don't want some shrink telling me what I already know.&lt;br /&gt;But I just don't know what to do anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-3969322325893359703?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/3969322325893359703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=3969322325893359703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/3969322325893359703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/3969322325893359703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dreamed-i-was-missing.html' title='I dreamed I was missing'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-1850209444949904933</id><published>2009-03-03T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:29:28.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>leave out all the rest</title><content type='html'>lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so incredibly lonely. I wish I had someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;No, nothing's happened to bring this on. Other than perhaps beginning to read Midnight Sun. Twilight is my favorite series of books, and yet they always depress me because I know I'll never be accepted that way.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself wishing to tell all to someone, despite the fact that I keep my secret's like a dragon guards treasure.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding? Anyone in the right mind would put distance between me and them if they knew everything about me. Ether from revulsion(thoroughly understandable. Harsh. But understandable) or from not wanting to be caught up in someone who is such a mess (Still understandable. Not quite as harsh.) I can't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I think I'm easily trusting, now that I think about it...I'm not. Trusting people would spill all. Look at me. A bundle of secrets. I hate me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate getting upset over stupid things. I hate the fact that the last time I cried as a mere few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;stepheniefuckingmeyerihateyouformakingmerememberhowemptymylifeis.&lt;br /&gt;bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-1850209444949904933?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/1850209444949904933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=1850209444949904933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/1850209444949904933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/1850209444949904933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/03/leave-out-all-rest.html' title='leave out all the rest'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-6728568843114700248</id><published>2009-02-19T17:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:11:35.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of Alice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;oh my dear sweet&lt;wbr&gt; Jesus&lt;wbr&gt;, I do belie&lt;wbr&gt;ve I just died of happi&lt;wbr&gt;ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY'&lt;wbr&gt;RE MAKIN&lt;wbr&gt;G ANOTH&lt;wbr&gt;ER ALICE&lt;wbr&gt;EEE!&lt;wbr&gt;!!1 ahhhh&lt;wbr&gt; *&lt;wbr&gt;bounc&lt;wbr&gt;es in seat*&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yyyya&lt;wbr&gt;aaaaa&lt;wbr&gt;yyyyy&lt;wbr&gt;, I"m soo happp&lt;wbr&gt;yyyyy&lt;wbr&gt;yy!&lt;wbr&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's gonna&lt;wbr&gt; be a while&lt;wbr&gt; befor&lt;wbr&gt;e it's donee&lt;wbr&gt; :(((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-6728568843114700248?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/6728568843114700248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=6728568843114700248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/6728568843114700248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/6728568843114700248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/02/return-of-alice.html' title='The Return of Alice'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-9218194601078054242</id><published>2009-02-17T20:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:06:00.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>backstabberr</title><content type='html'>so there's this girl trying o steal my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thought she was my friend. Just goes to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My date with Ryan went rather well, I met his father, who seems nice. He picked me up at my house, I was home alone, so he didn't have to worry about meeting my parents just yet. We drove to the movies, where his dad dropped us off. He refused to let me pay for my ticket. We watched Coraline with was the best movie I've ever seen in my lifee :) I liked it so much, I even ordered th book online ^^, it was shipped sometime today, so hopefully it'll be here soon. Anyway, after the movie, his dad drove me home, Ryan met my parents, my sister think's he attractive o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it very hard to breath for the past few days, I've been so congested, but nothing seems to help :( It makes it hard to eat and drink, because it forces me to keep my mouth closed. It's also hard to sleep, because my mouth wats to stay closed. I've tried nasal spraces vicks, eucalytus oil, and pills, nothing alivieates it. At the moment, it's relatively tolerable. Ahh, cheshire's sitting herself in the crook of my arm and it's making it difficult to type! Hmm, I wuv my bitty :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been drawing a lot lately, rather tha taking pictures. Dunno why, I relly need to talk to Kumar so we can work on our RP T_T, but seeing as my computer is in a permanent suck mode... I'm stuck in a bit of a writer's block with the first chapter, but hopeflly it'll break through soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I supose that it's for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-9218194601078054242?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/9218194601078054242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=9218194601078054242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/9218194601078054242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/9218194601078054242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/02/backstabberr.html' title='backstabberr'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-2586490107216906162</id><published>2009-02-10T17:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:51:12.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>takeenn</title><content type='html'>and taken again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her has the same name as my last boyfriend, but you never know, this could go better, there's actually a foundation of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, I totally knew he was gonna ask me out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to the movies on Saturday (valentine's day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This'll be my first time having a boyfriend for this holiday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-2586490107216906162?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/2586490107216906162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=2586490107216906162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/2586490107216906162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/2586490107216906162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/02/takeenn.html' title='takeenn'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-8791927176443356189</id><published>2009-02-09T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:46:53.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vulnerable.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm. Nice weekend.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I helped my dad in the garden, and on Sunday me and my family went to the flee market. They were selling 600 thread count sheets for 20 dollars a set, and they wouldn't get me a set even though the newest set I bought was when I was forced to get a bunk bed and were full size.&lt;br /&gt;And the hoe bag fucked her face-sucker on them XP.&lt;br /&gt;I might actually be getting another boyfriend. o_O. Yes, it's the guy who sold me the iPod. He has the same name as my Ex, but you know, this could go better than the last one cause there's actually a foundation of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;He grabbed my ass today.&lt;br /&gt;and picked me up in his arms and carried me around the room when I wouldn't give him a cookie, I screamed the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;And he stole my shoe. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;He told Kristina to ask if I liked him, and I was like "I'm not good a gauging that."&lt;br /&gt;and she's like "would you go out with him?"&lt;br /&gt;"I guess"&lt;br /&gt;but he didn't want her to tell me that he told her to ask me. But she did anyways. I figured as much.&lt;br /&gt;But I dunno, there's this girl Jocelin that I've heard he likes, and he says he doesn't but he might just be saying that so he can get a date with me, but I've heard from like, 5 people, that he likes her, and there's this drama going on between him and Jocelin's boyfriend, and he just broke up with the girlfriend he had for over a year. I rally don't need a drama in my life, even though high school revolves around drama, I've been able to avoid being involved in any; I know, but don't partake.&lt;br /&gt;So, I dunno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-8791927176443356189?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/8791927176443356189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=8791927176443356189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8791927176443356189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8791927176443356189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/02/vulnerable.html' title='vulnerable.'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-595045273153437200</id><published>2009-02-05T20:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:12:51.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got nothing for you to gain.</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired of life right now. I'm tired all the time, the projects from my World Hist/Eng.2 honors class are just...never ending, and they consist of mounds of research and writing, and that comes before putting it together into a finished project. I haven't done my French 3 homework all week because I just don't have the time, which give me a D in that class due to an awful test :(&lt;br /&gt;   There was a Freeze Warning today.&lt;br /&gt;   In Florida.&lt;br /&gt;   Am I the only one who see's something wrong with this?&lt;br /&gt;   Oh Goodie, another Valentine's day where I'm single.&lt;br /&gt;   Speaking of lovers, someone else has added themselves to the list of my admirers. The boy who sold me my iPod. He's very affectionate, but I don't know very much about him yet, and everyone who reads this (me) knows how that went for my first and only boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;   I'm in desperate need of a tripod. There's a lot of shots I want to do, but can't, because there's nothing to hold my camera! Perhaps I'll get one for my 16th birthday(Gosh, I'm turning 16)&lt;br /&gt;   I want. To Lose. Weight. Desperately. I mean, uhg. A flat stomach would deffinately improve my existance. Shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;   I really should be working on my project. Or French Homework. But unfortunately, I didn't write down what the Honors(Advanced) part of theproject, and people refuse to answer my bullitin on myspace. Dirks.&lt;br /&gt;   Surprisingly enough, my computer hasn't frozen in two days, even though I've had iTunes open, and Paint Shop Pro, and I've uploaded pictures from my camera, and had AIM and the internet open at the same time. 0_0&lt;br /&gt;   Perhaps it has fixed itself? Let's hope, cause I sick of wanting to beat it viciously with a bat and not being able too. Also, we can't afford a new hard drive, and if this one crashes, I really will cry. The one I'm using now is the back up drive I was using before whn this 200 GIG was working.&lt;br /&gt;   Wooahhh, this is a long one! I'm just blathering on and on about things no one but me cares about! Ahh, it's nice to be motherd with concern. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;   I need new music, desperately. 4 gigs on my iPod and I haven't been able to fill it, which is incredibly surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="" onmouseover="_tipon(this)" onmouseout="_tipoff()"&gt;I feel empty, but filled with emotion that I do not know what to do with.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onmouseover="_tipon(this)" onmouseout="_tipoff()"&gt;&lt;span class="google-src-text" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I feel like I am screaming inside, but I can not hear a word.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onmouseover="_tipon(this)" onmouseout="_tipoff()"&gt;&lt;span class="google-src-text" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My eyes itch something terrible.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="" onmouseover="_tipon(this)" onmouseout="_tipoff()"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Annette Pehrsson, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my favorite photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I was just reading through the transleted version of her blog and came across this little quote of hers. How incredibly amazing it is.&lt;br /&gt;   I wish I was a cat.&lt;br /&gt;   I suppose I should try and do something productive now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-595045273153437200?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/595045273153437200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=595045273153437200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/595045273153437200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/595045273153437200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-got-nothing-for-you-to-gain.html' title='I&apos;ve got nothing for you to gain.'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-1771317378767700649</id><published>2009-01-23T18:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:03:25.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>is it bright</title><content type='html'>about that last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, I'm just not gonna let myself get hurt anymore. I"m not complaining to anyone anymore, cause obviously no one wants to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, Anyways, I'm probably getting an iPod, yay! It's a 4 gig, but it's better than what I got. Annnd, I probably wont have to pay for it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my new classes for this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Blcok: French 3&lt;br /&gt;2nd Block: Journalism&lt;br /&gt;3rd Block: World History&lt;br /&gt;4th Block: Englsih 2 Honors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French is hard as always, Everything I learned last year is virtually gone. I'm so done taking it after this year. Journalism is okay, Mr. Stossle is kinda boring but at least he's not mean. But those two are my least favorite classes because I don't really know anyone in them, especially french, it's all seniors and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would History and English. I get a project ever week with those classes! Ahhh! But I gotta do it cause last semester wasn't great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of my teachers are funny like Mr. Cady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ah well, life seems to be in a permanent suck mode anyways, best to just grin and bear it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-1771317378767700649?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/1771317378767700649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=1771317378767700649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/1771317378767700649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/1771317378767700649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-bright.html' title='is it bright'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-7611099151180566484</id><published>2009-01-15T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:28:19.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone who ever said they'd be there</title><content type='html'>left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th grade all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-7611099151180566484?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/7611099151180566484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=7611099151180566484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7611099151180566484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7611099151180566484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2009/01/everyone-who-ever-said-theyd-be-there.html' title='everyone who ever said they&apos;d be there'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-4308474856143702498</id><published>2008-12-31T15:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:13:54.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>father of mine</title><content type='html'>my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, he can kiss my ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-4308474856143702498?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/4308474856143702498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=4308474856143702498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/4308474856143702498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/4308474856143702498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/12/father-of-mine.html' title='father of mine'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-5804390354061824028</id><published>2008-12-11T22:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:48:39.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All day, staring at the celing making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends with shadows on my wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all night, hearing voices telling me that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should get some sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because tomorrow might be good for something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling like I'm heading for a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;break down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I'm not crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just a little unwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, right now you can't tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but stay a while, and maybe tehn you''ll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a differnet side of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just a little impared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, right now, you don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but soon enough, you're gonna think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and how I used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talking to myself in public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and dodging glances on te train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know they've all been talking about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can hear them whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it makes me think there must be something wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out of all the hours thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've lost my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I'm not crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm just a little unwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know, right now you can't tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but stay a while, and maybe then you''ll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a different side of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm just a little impaired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know, right now, you don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but soon enough, you're gonna think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and how I used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been talking in my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty soon they'll come to get me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they'll be taking me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but I'm not crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I'm just a little unwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I know, right now you can't tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  but stay a while, and maybe then you''ll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  a different side of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I'm not crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I'm just a little impaired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I know, right now, you don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  but soon enough, you're gonna think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  and how I used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matchbox Twenty - Unwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music I listen to will generally tell you what I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-5804390354061824028?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/5804390354061824028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=5804390354061824028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5804390354061824028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5804390354061824028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/12/unwell.html' title='Unwell.'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-6948682137059636071</id><published>2008-12-11T14:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:03:10.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is screaming</title><content type='html'>Hmm, some things kinda fixed themselves, but dad is strill losing his buissness and I still have an F in Chemistry and a D in Geometry and I'm always sweating to death at night, and I had to write a 5 page script by myself just to get it done on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, listen to me complain, I'm like a 4 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm always tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sigh* this'll be a great christmas. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywas, rehersals have been cancled, thank god. Christmas break is after next week, so It'll be nice to not have to go to school for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE WAITING AT THE LIBRARY!!! It's soooo boring!!! everytime I have to stay after school, I have to wait at teh library. rjhgjkfdghjkfdgkfdbhgjkdfbhkjfdbhgkjfdbgkjdg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I ended my blogs like that now-a-days?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-6948682137059636071?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/6948682137059636071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=6948682137059636071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/6948682137059636071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/6948682137059636071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-screaming.html' title='this is screaming'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-5106110712903676752</id><published>2008-12-08T16:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:40:19.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:[</title><content type='html'>Monday night - rehearsals&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night - Work on video project for Leadership&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night - rehearsals&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - I after school study session for Chem&lt;br /&gt;Friday - maybe rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and then freggin school principal is a BITCH and shut down our whole fashion show Idea for the Community service project, so now we have absolutly NOTHING after all that work!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to lose my bloody mind!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, I forgot to say. I broke up with my boyfriend, hahaha I'm such an awful girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-5106110712903676752?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/5106110712903676752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=5106110712903676752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5106110712903676752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5106110712903676752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=':['/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-3200070740952679213</id><published>2008-12-07T11:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:47:35.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey moon</title><content type='html'>life's tolerable again. I have an F in chemistry and a D in geometry :( But I shadowed a hair stylist on Friday, and they gave me money for helping out in the salon (against my protests), then I went to the park with Courtney and Lauren, and took an insane amount of crazy pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GEDC2154.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/GEDC2154.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GEDC2155.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/GEDC2155.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GEDC2172.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/GEDC2172.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GEDC2176.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/GEDC2176.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GEDC2177.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/GEDC2177.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GEDC2187.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/GEDC2187.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GEDC2188.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/GEDC2188.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GEDC2207.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/GEDC2207.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GEDC2253.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/GEDC2253.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Lauren's house and watched some of "closer". (that's our movie, hahahah).&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went to the mall and bought a new wallet and bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably gonna do laundry and clean my room today. And do my geometry homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-3200070740952679213?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/3200070740952679213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=3200070740952679213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/3200070740952679213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/3200070740952679213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-moon.html' title='hey moon'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-7103929652092246634</id><published>2008-12-02T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:18:01.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't bother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/?action=view&amp;amp;current=youdontneedtobother.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/youdontneedtobother.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's true we're all a little insane, but it's so clear now that I'm unchained"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time things get tolerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something goes wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to think I wont make it through High school with my sanity in tact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-7103929652092246634?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/7103929652092246634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=7103929652092246634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7103929652092246634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7103929652092246634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-bother.html' title='don&apos;t bother.'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-7422158652218233347</id><published>2008-11-18T17:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:41:17.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first kiss</title><content type='html'>got mine today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/?action=view&amp;amp;current=it__s_too_green_by_OhBrightBlack.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/it__s_too_green_by_OhBrightBlack.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;djhgjfgjfdjkfdnjfdgjkfg hateschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole entry is just total randomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight on Friday XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-7422158652218233347?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/7422158652218233347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=7422158652218233347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7422158652218233347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7422158652218233347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-kiss.html' title='first kiss'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-8696837920620434499</id><published>2008-11-11T18:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:19:48.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>there's nothing underneath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.stereogum.com/img/thumbnails/posts/nightmare_revisited-album_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 408px;" src="http://cdn.stereogum.com/img/thumbnails/posts/nightmare_revisited-album_art.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home life's been crazy. Money's really tight, so my father's been stressed out. Just throwing fits about everything. But him and my mum made up last night. Loudly. In their bed room. At 11 o'clock at night. Ewwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! I officially hate chemistry. It's so hard! I have an F in that class. I was supposed to go to this tutoring thing after school, but I forgot, like and idiot. Uhg, I've no idea how on earth I'm gonna manage to get a Bright Futures scholarship :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-8696837920620434499?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/8696837920620434499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=8696837920620434499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8696837920620434499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8696837920620434499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/11/theres-nothing-underneath.html' title='there&apos;s nothing underneath'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-3748399426567399746</id><published>2008-11-07T20:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:27:10.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>difficult.</title><content type='html'>Alice is pissing me off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm trying to make my third mod. I started out with a mod of this Japanese site I've come across in my travels over the internet, here: http://www.tim.hi-ho.ne.jp/arak/aliceskin/aliceskin2.htm because the dress I had designed called for a shorter skirt that the one in the original game files and seeing as I lack the necessary intelligence to figure out how to do it myself, I just did my best to edit from the "Black Nurse" mod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've edited everything to make it look as close as I can get it to the original dress design I had planned out. But for some reason the skirt isn't short like it should be. I think it has something to do with the scrips, but I don't wanna go into those with out knowing what I'm doing in case I frig something up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/?action=view&amp;amp;current=KatieQueen.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/Quite_strange/KatieQueen.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I have so far. Uhg, this is just irritating. There's still a few things I need to fix with her skirt. It's supposed to look like ruffles. The white at the bottom is supposed to be her petticoats, but like I said, still in the process of fixing that. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-3748399426567399746?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/3748399426567399746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=3748399426567399746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/3748399426567399746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/3748399426567399746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/11/difficult.html' title='difficult.'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-6639805157347430098</id><published>2008-11-05T21:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:41:47.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh star</title><content type='html'>This couple stuff confuses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like not knowing how to navigate this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we haven't kissed yet. Everyone keeps telling me "OMG!! That's so cuuute!!!" I didn't think it was that big a deal, me finally getting a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sneaks up on me a lot. Or maybe I'm just un-observant. Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-6639805157347430098?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/6639805157347430098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=6639805157347430098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/6639805157347430098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/6639805157347430098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-star.html' title='oh star'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-2201422381848229169</id><published>2008-11-02T13:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:21:52.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the night mare, revisited</title><content type='html'>I just got my first boyfriend last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*still in shock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to the movies tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to dance last night at homecoming. We talked a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: So what are you doing tomorrow night?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I dunno, nothing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Would you like to go to the movies?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You mean, like a date?&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Like Boyfriend/Girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, how much of an idiot could I have sounded like, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll describe more about my weekend later, I'm still having a panic attack about how much I could screw this up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-2201422381848229169?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/2201422381848229169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=2201422381848229169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/2201422381848229169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/2201422381848229169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/11/night-mare-revisited.html' title='the night mare, revisited'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-833264349876224996</id><published>2008-10-28T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:28:53.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so sick</title><content type='html'>i'm so sick of everybody and their stinkin' boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and If I sound bitter, I am, so leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-833264349876224996?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/833264349876224996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=833264349876224996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/833264349876224996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/833264349876224996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-sick.html' title='i&apos;m so sick'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-7841798246006076403</id><published>2008-10-28T15:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:22:18.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>who ever you would have been.</title><content type='html'>Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually cold today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shivering! It was actually cold! Which is a big deal here, especially in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so one of my group members for the Leadership project still wasn't hear today, so we had to do it without her, and seeing as she had the note cards for the Verbal Quiz at the end, and was supposed to do the "Win-Lose" and "Lose-Win" lesson, Brenda and I were scrambling throughout the whole thing, I was definitely tearing the back of my neck up (Nervous habit: I rake my fingernails over the back of my neck) The only thing that went well was the video I made, and that's cause I make the best videos in sophomore magnet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary was at my bus stop again. I think she was trying to throw daggers at me, cause she kept looking at me, but I totally ignored her, she just ants attention, as usual. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exersized like a crazy person last night, so my abs were sore all day, but I'm gonna do it again tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-7841798246006076403?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/7841798246006076403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=7841798246006076403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7841798246006076403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7841798246006076403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-ever-you-would-have-been.html' title='who ever you would have been.'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-888839944309966001</id><published>2008-10-27T20:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:37:18.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one step closer</title><content type='html'>Horrible day. Awful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry exam - fail.&lt;br /&gt;Math exam - D&lt;br /&gt;Mary was at my bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my group wasn't there for the leadership assignment&lt;br /&gt;My jeans ripped and now have a big hole in them at the crotch.&lt;br /&gt;I feel totally inflexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start stretching like mad. I wanna have a straddle by the end of the year. Hopefully sooner, but I don't wanna kill myself. I'm gonna try exercising more, so far, Legally Blonde isn't a physical strain, so it's not doing to much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-888839944309966001?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/888839944309966001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=888839944309966001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/888839944309966001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/888839944309966001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-stpe-closer.html' title='one step closer'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-6612299271370624855</id><published>2008-10-23T20:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:08:59.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dare you to move.</title><content type='html'>I'm growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I still act like a child, but my preferences, the way my bedroom looks, the books I read, the way I dress, It's all different.&lt;br /&gt;    My room has no posters, they're all under the bed. It never stays messy for long, everything's mostly organized.&lt;br /&gt;    My clothes are different, the only reason I still wear a lot of black is because my family doesn't have the money to buy me new clothes. Graphic tee's that I used to love are now only worn for pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;    I'm making a serious effort to cut down on swearing. I started getting in trouble for it for school, and I kinda realized how unattractive it as :/&lt;br /&gt;    I'm getting mad into photography, when it used to just be something I did when I wanted to make some sort of Alice or Twilight manipulation with it. I'm gonna try and save money when I get a job to get my own camera. I asked my mum for a Instant Picture Polaroid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Not gonna lie. I act like a bit of an eight year old. I creep out people in grocery stores by dancing down the isles. I throw things into the cart instead of setting them down. I over react a lot. I rap along to the "Handlebars" song. I snap at my sister for silly things. I make funny faces at people during tests in school. I call my Geometry teach "C-Hizzle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are differences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-6612299271370624855?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/6612299271370624855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=6612299271370624855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/6612299271370624855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/6612299271370624855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/10/dare-you-to-move.html' title='dare you to move.'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-5042631960356826452</id><published>2008-10-22T19:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:56:23.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>scares the hell outta me</title><content type='html'>Yeah, my friend Gillian is officially hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gillian: *about to do handstand* If I die or hurt myself just...call my mom, kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gillian: *randomly burst out from behind curtain doing "positive" dance.&lt;br /&gt;Courtney: omfg, Gillian, what are you doing?!?!  ahahah(yeesh, I can't type today!)&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kristina *still doing "positive" dance, no idea what's going on* Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, hahah, This is gonna be great. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bit my lip. It's bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams tomorrow, I have to take all of them :( Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-5042631960356826452?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/5042631960356826452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=5042631960356826452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5042631960356826452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5042631960356826452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/10/scares-hell-outta-me.html' title='scares the hell outta me'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-9074444268183875938</id><published>2008-10-21T16:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:51:02.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is harvard, not a stripper bar</title><content type='html'>So, now I'm in this performance thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney needed people for it, and she's like "Renn, you're auditioning for Legally Blonde"&lt;br /&gt;"Wahhh?"&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm in it, and it's...kinda like being a kid Pussycat Doll, hahah. We seriously have to like, grope ourselves on a stage in front of Judges o_O That'll be akward. Gosh I haven't danced in forever, but it sounds like it'll be fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-9074444268183875938?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/9074444268183875938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=9074444268183875938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/9074444268183875938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/9074444268183875938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-harvard-not-stripper-bar.html' title='this is harvard, not a stripper bar'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-402944269876800872</id><published>2008-10-20T18:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:52:37.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spread a sence of urgency</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a while.Weekend was pretty boring. I took apart my bunk bed, took my sister twin size, and rebuilt the bunk bed in her room. So now my room doesn't look microscopic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams coming up. Hopefully I'll be able to exempt most of them. I will fail chemistry. I have to take the exam, and that'll be horrible. I already have a 64 :( If I fail I have to take the class again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a job. This is getting ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum started smoking. :( Mhur, I'm upset about it, but I'm not mad at her. Things are really bad right now, Dad might go bankrupt if business doesn't pick up. Both my parents are strung really tight. I'm scared. I hope we get through this soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-402944269876800872?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/402944269876800872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=402944269876800872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/402944269876800872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/402944269876800872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/10/spread-sence-of-urgency.html' title='spread a sence of urgency'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-7489326577949144763</id><published>2008-10-14T15:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:02:01.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>call me when you're sober</title><content type='html'>right, so, Daddy nearly cut his thumb off on Saturday, he accidentally set it down on a table saw. He walks out of the house as we pull up with a large amount of gauze wrapped arou nd his thumb, the first thing I said was "What did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! No school Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo! pre SATs tomorrow :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to run a mile for H.O.P.E. today, in like 90 degrees temperature. It was so tiring, I'm not saying my score cause it's embarrassing, mind you, it was under 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, really not much to say today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-7489326577949144763?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/7489326577949144763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=7489326577949144763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7489326577949144763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/7489326577949144763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/10/call-me-when-youre-sober.html' title='call me when you&apos;re sober'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-4354550306795814807</id><published>2008-10-13T20:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:00:04.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wish I could take this back</title><content type='html'>Okay, if you're reading this, you probably know me. I'm not the "emo" type, most of the time I'm pretty good at keeping my emotions in check, and I don't freak over silly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just so strung out right now. I'm just..uhg, I can't even find the right word. School is so hard, my family is driving me insane, the only reason I can't take a joke right now is cause I'm bloody exhausted, Mary wont leave me alone, and Jay...let's not. I can't get enough sleep, I'm gaining weight, and I just can't seem to catch up on anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't find my god damn pen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, swearing over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehh, I feel like crying, but crying is icky, so I wont do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-4354550306795814807?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/4354550306795814807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=4354550306795814807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/4354550306795814807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/4354550306795814807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/10/wish-i-could-take-this-back.html' title='wish I could take this back'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-8978370426608489105</id><published>2008-10-11T07:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T07:50:33.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wide awake</title><content type='html'>right so, its 7:30. On a Saturday. And I'm wiiiide awake. Whats wrong with this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney's mom sucks. Snatched her away from my place to do her chores and then wouldn't let her come back when they were done. Mhurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was a boring night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except I had a weird dream about going to my aunts place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-8978370426608489105?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/8978370426608489105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=8978370426608489105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8978370426608489105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8978370426608489105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/10/wide-awake.html' title='wide awake'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-6022451750560567718</id><published>2008-10-10T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:19:28.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>crashed on the floor when I moved in.</title><content type='html'>ahahha, wow, killer day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st block: Pretty freeking amazing. Definitely the highlight of the week. Mr. Cady is officially the coolest teacher ever. Frisbee Fight Club!!!!! Okay, so we had just finished SSR and we were getting ready to go over our test correctives, and he goes to his cabitnet and he's like "Gosh darn, I have so many foam frisbees." and he starts throwing them around in the classroom! So, outbreaks this strait up war with foam frisbees! We're all just chucking them at every one. Ithink I almost died from laughing to hard. You should have seen Mr. Cady going after Ben Farnum! Ahahahahahaha! It was epic! I've NEVER loved a math class before. But this is officially my favorite class!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd block: Chemistry, boring, we took notes on Electron configuration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Block: Leadership, okay, we got to run around school campus on a scavanger hunt for Team Building activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Block: H.O.P.E. Boring, we wthced a movie about "Unhealthy relationships" Some girls Boyfriend kept hitting her and then he killed her when she wanted to break up with him. How original!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Courtney's over :) Love her, so we're probably just gonna hang out. Unless we get and "Unexpected" visitor *wink* Mmmm, fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-6022451750560567718?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/6022451750560567718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=6022451750560567718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/6022451750560567718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/6022451750560567718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/10/crashed-on-floor-when-i-moved-in.html' title='crashed on the floor when I moved in.'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-5797876942301189652</id><published>2008-10-08T20:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:12:16.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jesus</title><content type='html'>she just IMed me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freeking whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you people had any idea how irritated I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't he just leave me the fuck alone??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-5797876942301189652?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/5797876942301189652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=5797876942301189652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5797876942301189652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5797876942301189652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/10/jesus.html' title='jesus'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-8264270981121941686</id><published>2008-10-08T16:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:11:34.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'till everything burns</title><content type='html'>Guh, long day. Got a D on a Geometry test, and I think I did rather poorly on a chemistry test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my Leadership teachers liked the video I made for my part of the project, I have to make some of the slides longer, and fix a few spelling errors, but other wise, she said it was really good :) I'm not the type of person to toot my own horn, but I haven't seen anyone in 10th grade magnet make a better video than me as of yet. Shizam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erph, I've been thinking about when my parents almost split up over summer break. That was so scary, I cried all day, which really says something cause, I hate crying, I think I gave Courtney a heart attack. I honestly though my life was just gonna suck for the rest of eternity. And then I found out it was like, the fifth time it had happened! Fuck the what! I mean, all parents squabble every now and then, but I'd never seen my parents really fight. Gosh, I hope it never happens again, that was afwul, he wouldn't even look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just needed to get that off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm indesperate need of a job. I want my own bloody camera! Mom won't let me take hers anywhere. "You'll break it!". Like hell. My crappy little digital one eats though batteries in like, 15 mins!  And Mom's camera focuses! Can't compete with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, If I could just get a job, I could buy my own camera. But no, no one wants to hire me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha, me and my random noises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-8264270981121941686?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/8264270981121941686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=8264270981121941686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8264270981121941686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8264270981121941686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/10/till-everything-burns.html' title='&apos;till everything burns'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-508516822225581493</id><published>2008-10-07T19:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:54:37.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>breathing's a burden we all have to bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Midnight workings, weather down the storyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I try to find the truth between all the lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When Bleeding is feeling and feeling ain't real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Will I see you when I open my eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Will I see you when I open my eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When Breathing's a burden we all have to bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And trust is one thing we're taught never to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Somehow you just seem to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When loving means breaking and saying goodbye&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhggg. Life irritates me. I'm getting sick of people loading their problems on me. I need a day where everyone can just take care of themselves for once. I mean seriously, every time I try to go to someone with a problem I've got, they make it about them. And I'm not saying everyone I know does that, just some people. And when people make up excuses for their behavior. "Oh, I didn't sleep last night, and my dad's a jerl" Boo fucking woo, that doesn't make it okay for you to ask like a dickhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some people are just so over-dramatic about the stupidest fucking shit. Yes, Mary, I'm talking about your sorry ass. And your idiot, Nick. You both can grow up, cause I'm sure everyone is just as sick of you and your imbecilc nature as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot I wish I could say, but most of it I'd get in trouble for, or get judged, and I really don't need any of that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just once in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think It'd be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just to lose control, just once"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry, I'm on a massive music attack right now, it's keeping me sane at the moment, I don't think It'd be very good If I started screaming and breaking and throwing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I just feel so tired and claustrophobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trjhnajgnfdajjh hate life and school. I have to go work on a fucking project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-508516822225581493?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/508516822225581493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=508516822225581493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/508516822225581493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/508516822225581493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/10/breathings-burden-we-all-have-to-bear.html' title='breathing&apos;s a burden we all have to bear'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-1934794226600002760</id><published>2008-10-05T20:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:07:12.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the tase of blood and chocolate in my mouth</title><content type='html'>Okay weekend. Friday was good. Hung out with Courtney Faye after school. Went to Wendy's. Some fucker stole my money out of my back pocket. We were ordering our food, and I felt something brush my...well...my butt, anyways, I looked back and there were two black kids walking by, I didn't think much of it, there wasn't much space, so I just figured it was an accident. Until the guy at the counter was giving us our food and said "Hey, you know that kid just took you're money" So, I started rummaging. Hey, what do you know? My two dollars were gone. So I was like "omfg, are you kidding?" and the guy at the counter's like. "Do you want it back" The two black kids had like, five other friends there, and I wasn't in the mood to get jumped, so I said "No, it was just two dollars, don't worry about it" So we go sit down, and the guy at the couter goes into the kitchen. And then the fucking manager walks out and is like "Hey, give that girl her money back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how them friggin punk kids are "We didn't steal shit man, I ain't gotta steal nuthin' man. I didn't take her fucking money" and just talking shit to the manager, so he's like "We got it on tape, we saw you gra the money outta the girls back pocket!" whatever, so I got my money back, It was just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we walked to the library to hang out, and then courtney's stupid mom came and picked us up. She dropped Maura off, the took me and Courtney to my place. It was mostly uuneventful, we just hung out and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I got an IM from Mary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG it was fucking hilarious!!! Me and Courtney were dying with laughter! At first she said she wanted to be friends again, so I was ike "fuck off" and then we spent the rest of the time insulting each other, of course, I won, cause I cna be a real bitch when I want to, and I managed to do so while sounding thoughroughly intellegent (big words are full of win) and when mary tried using lengthy words, it was just an epic fail :), anyways, I got bored and blocked her, and I was like "I wouldn't be surprised if she made another SN to bug me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran though the house screaming "AHAHAHAHAHA SHE MADE ANOTHER SCREEN NAME!!!!! I'M A FUCKING PHSYCIC!!!!!!" and then I just ignored her and blocked her again. I hate when people do that, make more screen names to talk to you again. I mean, honestly, if I blocked you, I think I've made it rather apparent that I don't want to talk to you. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-1934794226600002760?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/1934794226600002760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=1934794226600002760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/1934794226600002760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/1934794226600002760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/10/tase-of-blood-and-chocolate-in-my-mouth.html' title='the tase of blood and chocolate in my mouth'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-2933926015272749977</id><published>2008-10-02T22:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:44:33.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>seated and sweating to a dance song on the club's PA</title><content type='html'>More uneventful days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling behind on math homework :( I left my binder at home the other day, so I didn't get the assignment done, but Mr. Cady said I could turn it in tomorrow, and I didn't even finish tonight's assignment. I'm debating on doing it when my parents go to bed, but I have to get up earlier that usual tomorrow to catch the bus t school, case it's senior skip day and my ride is skipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney Fayee is coming over again tomorrow night :) I'm staying with her after school while she does this dance thingy with Maura and the her dumbass mom is picking the three of us up, dropping Maura off at her place, then driving us over to my house. It's gonna be madddd fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to give my boredome buddy a name :) You know, how I was kinda talking to myself in the last post? Yeah, I'm not crazy, it's just massive side effects of chronic boredome. Anyways, her name is Jenna. Dunno why, it just is. Got a problem with it? Go thrash someone who isn't out of give-a-damn.&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: Whoop, a name, I'm thrilled. *sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;You are just never happy are you?&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: Well, what kind of gay name is Jenna?&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with it. Besides, I could have named you something like...Ferdinand Zogbaum or something, so be greatful.&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: that's a weird fucking name.&lt;br /&gt;I know, right!! I think I'd kill if that was my name. Why am I not tired???&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: Um, cause you took a nap this afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a contradiction to everything?&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: I'm only saying what you want me to say. After all, I don't exist and you only made me to entertain yourself while you're bored and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS! Decided I'm going to homecoming with Courtney and Aerial. Dunno what I'm gonna wear yet, mum said she might be able to get me a new dress, but that wouldn't be fair, cause we're so tight right now. But the nice dresses I have bore me now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, it's late and I really should try and get some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-2933926015272749977?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/2933926015272749977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=2933926015272749977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/2933926015272749977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/2933926015272749977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/10/seated-and-sweating-to-dance-song-on.html' title='seated and sweating to a dance song on the club&apos;s PA'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-8403325521559530126</id><published>2008-09-30T22:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:41:06.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>glitz-and-glamour web of secrets and lies</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea why, I mean, I almost died this afternoon when I laid down.&lt;br /&gt;I've started reading "I Was a Teenage Fairy: by Francesca Lia Block. I'd forgotten how much I love her books. I'll probably do a drawing of Mab sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could lose weight. Yeah, I know, I'm skinny, everyone yells at me when I mention my weight, shut up. But honestly, I think I look awful in a bikini&lt;br /&gt;-Shut up Renn, you're skinny, you have great legs(so I've been told)&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you shut up? We have, in fact, looked in a mirror lately, and I'm not blind.&lt;br /&gt;-You know what, the next time I hear you bag on us, I'mma...do something, I dunno, you're self-confidence sucks at life.&lt;br /&gt;You suck at life. Why am I having a conversation with myself?&lt;br /&gt;-There's no one else to talk to. Besides, you get all the answers you want.&lt;br /&gt;Negatory, What kind of person likes telling themselves to shut up?&lt;br /&gt;-A freak. Like you.&lt;br /&gt;I agree with the freak part.&lt;br /&gt;-You should go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I should, I have school tomorrow. But I suddenly want to clean my room. But It wont stay clean.&lt;br /&gt;-Well, you'll have something to do when you want to clean your room again.&lt;br /&gt;My tooth hurts again.&lt;br /&gt;-Take some aspirin&lt;br /&gt;I did&lt;br /&gt;-Then quit bitching.&lt;br /&gt;You're awfully mean for some that's me.&lt;br /&gt;-Maybe you're just mean.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am... I dunno, I don't talk to most people like I'm talking to myself now.&lt;br /&gt;-You know, anyone who reads this is going to think you're insane.&lt;br /&gt;So? Maybe I am insane. Besides, no one reads this.&lt;br /&gt;-You're not insane, insane people don't have rules. You have many.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;-Shut up stupid, go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Muhh, fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooowww, I should get help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-8403325521559530126?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/8403325521559530126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=8403325521559530126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8403325521559530126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/8403325521559530126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/09/glitz-and-glamour-web-of-secrets-and.html' title='glitz-and-glamour web of secrets and lies'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-9154950310083981689</id><published>2008-09-29T18:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:35:51.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if this is what you want, then fire at will</title><content type='html'>I'mma start reading Twilight for the 13th timeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good day, boring, but okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right, Chemistry re-take was a faillll, ahahahahah. Uhg, I have a D in that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging with courtney was funnnn, we had the most hilarious conversation about Bella and Edwards sex life, ahahah. Ohhh, and Bagging on this one guys mayspace pictures, ahahahahahah, omfg, "The fact that he can even say Edward Cullen is an enditment against the whole institution". Ahh, I love herr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhgg, I really don't wanna do H.O.P.E. tomorrow, I hate that fucking class, I have to take it to graduate, but It's better than having to take a bunch of gym, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gotta finish my homework, peaceee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-9154950310083981689?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/9154950310083981689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=9154950310083981689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/9154950310083981689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/9154950310083981689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-this-is-what-you-want-then-fire-at.html' title='if this is what you want, then fire at will'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-1771103399193179641</id><published>2008-09-28T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:45:42.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an extrodinary girl, in an ordinary world</title><content type='html'>Wow, haven't posted in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, can't remember what day it was, but Courtney tried to rape me in her leadership class, right on the table, in front of this kid who has a huemongo crush on me. He loved it, and was jelousss, hahaha, let's not go into what he did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School pretty much sucks as usual, but I actually passed a freggin math test!!! I got an A!!! Ohhh shnizaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *looks at paper* did you grade this right?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cady: Um, yes?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ohhhh snap, it's a sign of the apocalypse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, Mr. Cady is full of winnnn, loove it. I call him C-Hizzle. He totaly yanked me into his class during third persiod and helped me with the problems I'd skipped AMD gave me credit for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywauys, had a retake on my fail of a Chemistry test, and it deffinately didn't go well, it as harder than the first!!!! Fuck the what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney's mom is out of control. I'm serious, what is wrong with her, you don't say stuff like that to your kid. It's just not right, anyways, Courtey's hanging out with me tomorrow afternoon, my parents were gonna let her live with us for a few days(which means they really trust her after what happened with Mary), but her mum threw a bitch fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair needs to grow fasterrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want that Grimm Fairy Tales book, likke baddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm finally done with my period for this 28 days! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally donwloaded every single Danny Phantom episode. It took two fucking days, but I finally got them all. But I can't watch them yet :( I have to convert them to a format I can put on a DVD, cause my computer has no fucking sound. and Even then, I can only put like, 4 episodes per DVD, and there are like, 53, So I dunno, I'm hoping I can just get my sound back. Cause, 53 divided by four isss, I dunno, more than my dad is willing to give me I bet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-1771103399193179641?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/1771103399193179641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=1771103399193179641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/1771103399193179641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/1771103399193179641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/09/extrodinary-girl-in-ordinary-world.html' title='an extrodinary girl, in an ordinary world'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-658262142669053582</id><published>2008-09-24T23:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:06:49.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>see 'em running for they're lives</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be in bed right now, but I'm not...my jaw hurts, and I'm waiting for the pain killers to kick in, so Until then, I'll be awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical day. Easy Geometry lesson, got a D in Chemistry right now (faiiiill) boring leadership class, and boring H.O.P.E. class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly an uneventful day, I really don't have much to talk about right now.  fsgjsfbgjfsZg so boreddd. Hahaha I;m not as bad at typing as I thought I was, I did most of this without looking at the keyboard :) (at least, most of this section :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-658262142669053582?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/658262142669053582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=658262142669053582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/658262142669053582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/658262142669053582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/09/see-em-running-for-theyre-lives.html' title='see &apos;em running for they&apos;re lives'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-5484302106098086243</id><published>2008-09-23T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:09:04.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>isn't that much fun staring down a loaded gun</title><content type='html'>Today was okay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired this morning, as usual *is always tired* but Geometry was good, it was an easy lesson, and I don't have too much homework tonight :) Chemistry was pretty normal, except that my friend Kristina was like, high off something, I dunno what was wrong with her. Apparently I have the cutest "Cute voice" she's ever heard 0_O But I started my bloody period at the beginning of that class and I was dying of cramps the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this "7 habits of a Proactive Person" seminar thing by the school seniors in 3rd period, it was pretty boring, but I won a Chocolate bar. ^_^ And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joker and Batman walked on the stage!!!!! Weeee! You guys should know that Joker is one of my love interests :) even if it was just a student, he did the voice perfect, gosh, it was so funny, they had Him and bat man on "Dr. Phil" and it was pretty frickin hilarious, I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunring lunch, Courtney, she pretty much owns me now, had Midol! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.O.P.E. was boring, we went outside, did two laps, and went back in to watch some stupid movie about Alcohol. Then I kinda snuck out of the gym like, a minute before the bell rang, so I coould be the croud some, and then grabbed my shiz, and went home. So now I'm here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-5484302106098086243?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/5484302106098086243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=5484302106098086243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5484302106098086243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5484302106098086243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/09/isnt-that-much-fun-staring-down-loaded.html' title='isn&apos;t that much fun staring down a loaded gun'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-9201976922846446724</id><published>2008-09-20T22:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:40:19.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we are so far from you</title><content type='html'>Finally got my hair dyed. It's a bit more red and lighter, not as light as I was hoping for though. I went shopping with my mum today, mostly for groceries, but I got a new shirt and a Joker poster. Love Joker &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night with Courtney was pretty much amazing, as usual. Love her to death. Took lotsa crazy pictures. She might be coming over tomorrow for this dinner thing my mum is doing to gt the family together. My cousin Katie is coming, yay, I miss her, she's one of my artistic inspirations :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to run into the book store so my mum could get "Brisinger" for my sister. Of course, I was going nuts, cause there were so many books I wanted to get but I was the only one who didn't get something new to read *rolls eyes* she even got this discount, and still wouldn't get me the copy of all the Grimm fairy tales that I wanted. It was only twenty bucks. Flhgnjfsghljdfh, unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheshire's in my lap at the moment, she's been sick, but she's doing better. We found out she was allergic to fleas. We usually let her go outside to use the bathroom, but we can't anymore, cause she'll get fleas. Anyways, she got a bath today, and she looks better, her fur feels healthier and it's starting to grow back :) I wuv my little Bitty-kins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-9201976922846446724?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/9201976922846446724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=9201976922846446724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/9201976922846446724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/9201976922846446724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-are-so-far-from-you.html' title='we are so far from you'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-3922070702154174344</id><published>2008-09-19T22:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:59:51.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you've been struck by a smooth criminal</title><content type='html'>Meep, boring day. Woke up, got dressed, grabbed my school crap, went to school, we had a sub in geometry, a test in chemistry, did nothing in Leadership, and did nothing in H.O.P.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then Courtney Fayeee Minchew came overrr. Best friend. Love her to death. We're watching "Closer" at the moment. Epic movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how some people manage to be so fickle about who they're in love with.  Like, high school kids, they throw the word "love" around so easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-3922070702154174344?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/3922070702154174344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=3922070702154174344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/3922070702154174344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/3922070702154174344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/09/youve-been-struck-by-smooth-criminal.html' title='you&apos;ve been struck by a smooth criminal'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-4666573627894435566</id><published>2008-09-18T16:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:12:43.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight movie rant</title><content type='html'>Don't like Twilight? Then go away and complain to someone who actually cares :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twilight movie will in fact suck. Here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pattinson: When I first saw he was gonna be Edward, I was like "Ohh, yay, Cedric!" but as I saw more of him in the movie, I saw that he in fact looks a bit like a pedophile when done up like "Edward". He always looks like he's about to devour Bella, and not in the good vampire way that we all want. Carlisle is more attractive than Edward. That's not right, I mean, we all no Carlisle is defiantly swoon worthy, but he's not supposed to be more attractive than Edward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten Stewart: What the hell, she looks like a man. She sounds like a man. What happened to the Emily Browning thing Stephenie was going for? Emily is adorable! I mean, just look at her lips! And she doesn't have a masculine voice! Kirsten's just...blech...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Cast Decisions: Jasper; what the hell is wrong with your hair? Did you get in a fight with a vacuum cleaner? Apparently it won... Rosalie: I don't think the girl is pretty enough. Laurent: They picked a black guy. I'm not racist in the smallest amount, but whaa? Victoria: Dye you hair red, hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Running": Yeah...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt;. Not jumping through trees like some Naruto freak, running. I mean, honestly, did they even read the book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fight Scene: Terrible. Truly Terrible. They weren't even in a dance studio! Trust me, I know, I took ballet for three years, and that was not a dance room.  And again with the jumping thing, and Bella was supposed to have blood pouring from the back of her head. I didn't see any blood.  I would have imagined James throwing her harder too. I mean, there was no pain in her expressions! And also, Edward and James weren't supposed to actually fight, and Bella was supposed to be already passed out on the floor when he get's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward's Car: Fail. Stephenie had a picture of his car up on her site, so why do they have the wrong automobile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car Touchy Scene: This isn't even supposed to be there. His hand brushes hers in the Biology class. And this scene is a perfect example of Robert's fail at an ambivalent expression. AS I said before, he looks like her about to start gnawing on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie has one Pro to it. His name is Taylor Lautner. He's so cute :) Perfect Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other wise, this movie will suck in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-4666573627894435566?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/4666573627894435566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=4666573627894435566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/4666573627894435566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/4666573627894435566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight-movie-rant.html' title='twilight movie rant'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-3799034756694886631</id><published>2008-09-17T19:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:38:22.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>they say I don't get it.</title><content type='html'>This is a rather old...thing...I wrote back in like 8th grade. But I like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Love. They say I don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;But I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Love is not when you can't stop making out with a guy because he's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;such&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; a good kisser. No, sorry that's what us people with sense call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;lust&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Love is not when a guy "really understand you" after a month, then wants to get your shirt off that's called a booty call, not love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And Maybe he does care, or maybe he really does have every intention of taking the time to put on a condom, maybe you too are totally sure that this is it, this is the one, maybe you're completely aware of the consequences, and are totally ready to take that step, maybe he really isn't just trying to get his tongue in your mouth are something like that. I don't know, I can't read minds. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I get it. Really I do. I've just never experienced it in any sort of degree besides relatives. I know enough to know that love is when you're heart tries to jump out of your chest every time this person touches you, and I don't mean like grabbing you ass ,okay? Like, with ever infinitesimal amount of contact. I get that, I've just never felt it. I get that love is when that person tells you your beautiful when you know you look like complete and total crap, and then you believe them. Yeah, I understand that, I've just never experienced it before. I understand that love is when you can spend a moment with this person, just sitting with them, and you'd sell you're soul if it meant that you could live in that little moment for the rest of eternity. I really do get that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Is it really necessary to feel it to completely understand it? Isn't it enough to just get a brief summery of it and go from there? Do you really have to fall in love to know what someone's talking about when they say "I'm gonna be with the person for all my life"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Love. They say I don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I think I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I really think I know what it means when you would tear yourself away from a person you love, even if every moment you're separated from them tore your heart into thousands of teeny tiny pieces, even if you knew you could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;never&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;live without them, if doing so would keep them safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I get it but never felt it. So why does everyone treat me like I'm out on some huge secret?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;I'm starting to think I don't get it as well as I though I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-3799034756694886631?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/3799034756694886631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=3799034756694886631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/3799034756694886631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/3799034756694886631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/09/they-say-i-dont-get-it.html' title='they say I don&apos;t get it.'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-5506770371603367192</id><published>2008-09-17T15:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:48:17.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what if I wanted to break</title><content type='html'>Stayed home from school yesterday, I threw up Monday-scratch that, early Tuesday morning(around 4AM) so, I stayed home. Which was nice :) But, I'm getting sick cause of stress, and If I keep missing school, I wont be able to exempt my exams(only if I get over a B in my classes) I hate school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night sucked. I didn't sleep well, was up till 21, so I was also really tired this morning. Almost fell asleep in Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Chapters 1-3 test= FAIL. 48%, ahahahaha. The class average was 56%, that test was so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complain a lot. At least on here. Tell me if you half care :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-5506770371603367192?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/5506770371603367192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=5506770371603367192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5506770371603367192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/5506770371603367192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-if-i-wanted-to-breakk.html' title='what if I wanted to break'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-499809192450225592</id><published>2008-09-15T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:48:44.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is stupid and contagious</title><content type='html'>I have a new love :) JTHM. It thrills me. I should have my mind checked, Killing is rather easily justified in books for me to be a normal fifteen year old...Or maybe a lot of people are like that, they just don't want to admit it so they can seem normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. Today was sucky. Nothing bad happened, it was just one of those days that just ucked for no reason. You know, like when you wake up and you just know you're gonna have a bad day? Yeah, one of them. Stupid school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's killing me. I barely have any friends, I think about the future, tests and stuff, but I have no will to do anything about it. It's scaring me, I need to get into college, and if my grades are crap, I can't do that. *sigh* It was fun last year, why isn't it this year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-499809192450225592?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/499809192450225592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=499809192450225592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/499809192450225592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/499809192450225592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-stupid-and-contagious.html' title='this is stupid and contagious'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-6000857397492543921</id><published>2008-08-13T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:41:09.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think we have an emergency</title><content type='html'>Well, Cheshire ran away again a few days ago, she cam back last night, and she just wont leave me alone, she's all over my room, and following me around, I think she's under the bed right now. The Stupid, Fat Thing (One of my other cats, Tiger) is of course, sleeping on it and getting his fuzz everywhere, uhg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister is going to a different school than me this year, ye gods, I'm happy I don't have to try and evade her to save my self from her mean-ness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-6000857397492543921?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/6000857397492543921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=6000857397492543921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/6000857397492543921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/6000857397492543921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-yhink-we-have-emergency.html' title='I think we have an emergency'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-680634299756381853</id><published>2008-08-11T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:08:07.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahh</title><content type='html'>My life is so uneventful right now. But I'm going to the movies with The best friend and maybe a few other people on Friday to go see "The Mirrors" or whatever it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhg, either the cord to my Speakers is dying or it's my mp3 player. I hope it's just my speakers, If It's my mp3 player, I'll die, I really will, I'll have to get a new pone, and I only have 2 dollars and 65 cents, I'm a billionaire! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dye my hair red again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-680634299756381853?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/680634299756381853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=680634299756381853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/680634299756381853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/680634299756381853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/08/yahh.html' title='Yahh'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158228702485036503.post-2631444220525153838</id><published>2008-08-08T02:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T02:08:14.714-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Dawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophomore.'/><title type='text'>Buggar</title><content type='html'>I bought, read, and finished Breaking Dawn, it was amazing of course, but I can't believe it's over &lt;img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" width="15" height="15" /&gt;. The release party was epic. I went as Bella, I wore my Home-made Twilight T-shirt, ripped jeans with some blood on the knee rip to make it look like I tripped, and I had some band-aids and a wrist-brace on. I didn't get a stinkin prize, haters. . .But I got a button and stickers &lt;img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" width="15" height="15" /&gt;Gahh, Jake and Edward, can I have both???? &lt;img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts on the 19th, uhg. I can't believe I'm already a sophomore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, I might have some Breaking Dawn art up soon, Nessi is the cutest thing since baby penguins &lt;img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake is my fucking hero. &lt;img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1158228702485036503-2631444220525153838?l=strangesyndrome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/feeds/2631444220525153838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158228702485036503&amp;postID=2631444220525153838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/2631444220525153838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158228702485036503/posts/default/2631444220525153838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangesyndrome.blogspot.com/2008/08/buggar.html' title='Buggar'/><author><name>kathrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06529377465921037249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzbJ6prFLUM/SNFapfhXc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tj0pwBj5snU/S220/there+goes+my+hero.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
