<?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-10178568</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:54:19.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life_Less_Ordinary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-112276898467228388</id><published>2005-07-30T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T17:16:24.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well long time no see</title><content type='html'>you know ranting is what I do best therefore....in the begining there was these people right then there came others our parents then you and me and crap like that. why do things that seem super simple get ultra complicated? response: life. you should take deep breath and look back at the way things have changed since the last time you noticed how much time has passed by.  I always complain that I haven't found the one for me but why and i so concerned? I'm afraid of being alone or is it that the fear of the future being so near with every passing moment minutes of my life are fading....age is catching up and i'm afraid i have a lot of plans for my future and hope that i can accomplish all of them we will see... writing later i guess........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-112276898467228388?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/112276898467228388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=112276898467228388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/112276898467228388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/112276898467228388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/07/well-long-time-no-see.html' title='well long time no see'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-112075618332128572</id><published>2005-07-07T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:09:52.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic</title><content type='html'>Ah! I like the picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="dark girl" src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/hoplessromantic/1100936134_esdarkgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a demon!Positive-You are smart in tactics or just going into&lt;br /&gt;something and you usually end up successful.Negative-You tend to be mean and push people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/hoplessromantic/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20inner%20magical%20being???"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What is your inner magical being???&lt;&lt;/span&gt;font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&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/10178568-112075618332128572?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/112075618332128572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=112075618332128572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/112075618332128572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/112075618332128572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/07/pic.html' title='Pic'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-112074980077679262</id><published>2005-07-07T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T08:23:54.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heres a quiz I took kinda suites me but not really::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="depressed girl" src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/Elemental-Cat-Demon/1110933027_3-1238-130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the depressed/dreamer anime girl.You either&lt;br /&gt;lost somebody you love or somebody broke you&lt;br /&gt;heart so bad that you can't pick up the&lt;br /&gt;shattered pieces without hurting yourself.You&lt;br /&gt;think nobody can heal your wounds but don't&lt;br /&gt;stop looking because you never know who loves&lt;br /&gt;you enough to try hell the one special guy&lt;br /&gt;could be right infront of your eyes and you&lt;br /&gt;don't even know it.You also love to day dream&lt;br /&gt;because it seems like the only place that makes&lt;br /&gt;you happy.But little do you know that people&lt;br /&gt;all around you are trying to make you happy and&lt;br /&gt;you won't let them in fearing you'll get&lt;br /&gt;another heartbreak or get hurt worse.But just&lt;br /&gt;try and if things go wrong just brush it off&lt;br /&gt;and try again.It never hurts to try.One more&lt;br /&gt;thing never let that lost love one leave you&lt;br /&gt;heart keep them in forever and keep their&lt;br /&gt;memory alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Elemental-Cat-Demon/quizzes/If%20You%20Were%20An%20Anime%20Character%20What%20Would%20You%20Look%20Like?(Girls"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If You Were An Anime Character What Would You Look Like?(&lt;/span&gt;Girls Only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-112074980077679262?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/112074980077679262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=112074980077679262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/112074980077679262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/112074980077679262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/07/heres-quiz-i-took-kinda-suites-me-but.html' title=''/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-112023652020049912</id><published>2005-07-01T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T09:48:40.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went on a blog search thing an I found this in one of the blogs and liked it its food for thought. Its awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a puzzle. When you're in love, all the pieces fit but when your heart gets broken, it takes a while to get everything back together. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count the garden by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall. Count your life with smiles and not the tears that roll. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of life is a life of purpose. ~Robert Byrne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it. ~Jack Handey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave. ~Quentin Crisp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a whim of several billion cells to be you for a while. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are born wet, naked, and hungry. Then things get worse. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first. ~Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend all our youth making money, then we spend all our money buying back youth.~Some celeb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no finish line. ~Nike advertisement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live. ~Henry Van Dyke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing certain in a man's life except this: That he must lose it. ~Aeschylus, Agamemnon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a man who once said, "death smiles at us all; all a man can do is smile back." ~From the movie Gladiator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graveyards are full of indispensable men. ~Charles de Gaulle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a man talks dirty to a woman, it's sexual harassment. When a woman talks dirty to a man, it's $3.95 a minute. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens. ~Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have reason to believe that man first walked upright to free his hands for masturbation. ~Lily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-112023652020049912?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/112023652020049912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=112023652020049912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/112023652020049912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/112023652020049912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-went-on-blog-search-thing-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-112014002981502643</id><published>2005-06-30T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T07:00:29.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give up</title><content type='html'>Give up&lt;br /&gt;This is it&lt;br /&gt;The only thing we have left&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that I know you&lt;br /&gt;but this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;this is the end&lt;br /&gt;of the good times we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that, that you left me empty&lt;br /&gt;With a just memory&lt;br /&gt;of the lips that crashed on moonlite night sometime in november&lt;br /&gt;The bay waves licked our face as the glare in our eyes pierced our insides&lt;br /&gt;leaving now just the memory, so this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;This is goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;To us that never had a chance&lt;br /&gt;for more than a glance of a dream&lt;br /&gt;by the bay in your car&lt;br /&gt;on that night which was the first and last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time that I saw you again&lt;br /&gt;This is over done I know but&lt;br /&gt;you crushed it with your hands while gentle staring back at me&lt;br /&gt;In december&lt;br /&gt;Thanx for the gift santa&lt;br /&gt;Your so kind to let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give up&lt;br /&gt;This is it this goodbye to what was once us...&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what I do or what to do with me&lt;br /&gt;I miss your glare and the stare&lt;br /&gt;that knocked me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;you don't know what i do or what to do with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm just here yelling hoping you'll here me---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-112014002981502643?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/112014002981502643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=112014002981502643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/112014002981502643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/112014002981502643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/06/give-up.html' title='Give up'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-111902828830055798</id><published>2005-06-17T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T10:11:28.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AH~~~~~~!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>AH! I'm stuck in a shell of life and nothing ever stops or breaks.&lt;br /&gt;Habit it is something thats painted on the wall of the brain.&lt;br /&gt;Infinite words that are allowed to spit from the tip of the tongue thats in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding in pain from the bite of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who to trust anymore. .&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of all the lies and everything in between.&lt;br /&gt;Just take me and throw it all way.&lt;br /&gt;My insides feel like a junk-yard of childhood dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Tied up in all of today misery.&lt;br /&gt;Engima is everything that happens in an unexplainable way.&lt;br /&gt;I hate me! I hate you! I hate this!&lt;br /&gt;Just become a buttterfly on a flower that overflows with light.&lt;br /&gt;My warnings are ignored even though they are so clear.&lt;br /&gt;I have a every glass on my shelf full of negative lies that trap me.&lt;br /&gt;Here in this hell! HELP ME~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-111902828830055798?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/111902828830055798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=111902828830055798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111902828830055798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111902828830055798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/06/ah.html' title='AH~~~~~~!!!!!!!'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-111902947541929156</id><published>2005-06-17T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T10:31:15.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't stand it++++</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You ever wonder why life is so not like what you want it to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can't pretend to lie away and turn back to be pushed aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I don't want to be alone anymore in this little room called me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Stop fending the truth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The truth is this I want to find the person that needs me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I want to feel wanted in the same way I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I hate the fact that life is just a game of give and take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't want to tell others of sad stories or feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want to feel that high of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The one that only few get to taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I don't know what it feels like to be there but I've had a small taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I was happy for that second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;People talk crap while I'm not around but thats what happens when you human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What can you say? Everything you want. Anything you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Prove me wrong! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Go ahead and try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can't write about a happy thought cause my laugh is fake and my smile weak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So this is the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-111902947541929156?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/111902947541929156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=111902947541929156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111902947541929156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111902947541929156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-cant-stand-it.html' title='I can&apos;t stand it++++'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-111402367725219434</id><published>2005-04-20T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T12:01:17.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well would tell all you friends that you've got a gun to my head......</title><content type='html'>You know its amazing how people lie to themselves all the time. Daily we sit around and hope that there's something better then this...but in reality there ain't! I&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;t just seems that if you add up all the wrong and subtract all the right you've done.Divide that by all the things that were wrong that you really wanted to do you end up here wishing for something new. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its quit the feat we pull off...all the things that i really want i don't have but i replace it with material things that don't really make me happy and take up my time....Ain't life grand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Its so easy to say-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Much harder to explain--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lost some friend I barely knew--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lock myself inside this cave--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;WAITING  for something to trigger the right in me---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HOPING for life to get much easier then this--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Its all my fault again--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Its all my fault again--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;They tell Jo open up your window--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lets go out and play--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But I'm locked inside this cave--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I am I alone again?--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I lost some friend I barely knew--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And its my fault--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;again--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-111402367725219434?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/111402367725219434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=111402367725219434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111402367725219434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111402367725219434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-would-tell-all-you-friends-that.html' title='Well would tell all you friends that you&apos;ve got a gun to my head......'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-111349516734036762</id><published>2005-04-14T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T09:12:47.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After thought before work....</title><content type='html'>Well I had a really long day yesterday but it was cool. I got to talk to someone that I never talked to and it was cool. Have you ever felt like you talking to a mirror image of yourself only were you didn't succeed this person did. well there's one catch this person is a boy (=_=;)... but its cool to see someone of the other sex that thinks like you do...I don't feel as alone in my train of thought but who knows...&lt;br /&gt;I would reall like to get to know him more he's really cool. I hope maybe that guy thats out there for me i'm able to find with some of the inner qualities of those around me....Okay well thats all for now I just was really happy about my after thought and my afternoon of getting to know someone knew that wasn't really (-_-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-111349516734036762?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/111349516734036762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=111349516734036762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111349516734036762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111349516734036762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/04/after-thought-before-work.html' title='After thought before work....'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-111280154036025719</id><published>2005-04-06T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T08:32:20.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strings around us</title><content type='html'>In truth we are but strings in some simplified way. Its funny we set around romancing life for hundreds of years then Poof! science makes life dark and depressing by introducing some strange theory...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-111280154036025719?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/111280154036025719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=111280154036025719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111280154036025719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111280154036025719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/04/strings-around-us.html' title='Strings around us'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-111280071058133203</id><published>2005-04-06T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T08:23:59.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2-day,2-marrow...tomatoe, tamatoe</title><content type='html'>Respect its the most out sung word in the english language. Why is it some important you ask? Well, its becuase with out respect in the world we would just be a non-intelligent life from. Even animals respect each other its the circle-o- life or the food chain they live by. Yet, they are still able to respect it with out knowing the really name of it. Even survival of the fittest in a sense is some kind of respect. The strong you are the longer you live the more feared you are. Its funny how fear and turn into respect at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here we go get ready for education here is and article cut short by brain greene on string theory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"According to string theory, if we could examine particles with even greater precision—a precision many orders of magnitude beyond our present technological capacity—we would find that each particle is not pointlike but instead consists of a tiny, one-dimensional loop. Like an infinitely thin rubber band, each particle contains a vibrating, oscillating, dancing filament that physicists have named a string."-Brian Greene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the pic &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/elegant/images/ever_thumb_illustration.jpg"&gt;http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/elegant/images/ever_thumb_illustration.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"From one principle—that everything at its most microscopic level consists of combinations of vibrating strands—string theory provides a single explanatory framework capable of encompassing all forces and all matter."-same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"String theory proclaims, for instance, that the observed particle properties—that is, the different masses and other properties of both the fundamental particles and the force particles associated with the four forces of nature (the strong and weak nuclear forces, electromagnetism, and gravity)—are a reflection of the various ways in which a string can vibrate..."-same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the first time in the history of physics we therefore have a framework with the capacity to explain every fundamental feature upon which the universe is constructed. For this reason string theory is sometimes described as possibly being the "theory of everything" (T.O.E.) or the "ultimate" or "final" theory. These grandiose descriptive terms are meant to signify the deepest possible theory of physics—a theory that underlies all others, one that does not require or even allow for a deeper explanatory base&lt;/em&gt;.-same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"The reductionist philosophy easily ignites heated debate. Many find it fatuous and downright repugnant to claim that the wonders of life and the universe are mere reflections of microscopic particles engaged in a pointless dance fully choreographed by the laws of physics. Is it really the case that feelings of joy, sorrow, or boredom are nothing but chemical reactions in the brain—reactions between molecules and atoms that, even more microscopically, are reactions between some of the fundamental particles, which are really just vibrating strings?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Okay conclusion to that article i was reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Almost everyone agrees that finding the T.O.E. would in no way mean that psychology, biology, geology, chemistry, or even physics had been solved or in some sense subsumed. The universe is such a wonderfully rich and complex place that the discovery of the final theory, in the sense we are describing here, would not spell the end of science.&lt;br /&gt;Quite the contrary: The discovery of the T.O.E.—the ultimate explanation of the universe at its most microscopic level, a theory that does not rely on any deeper explanation—would provide the firmest foundation on which to build our understanding of the world. Its discovery would mark a beginning, not an end. The ultimate theory would provide an unshakable pillar of coherence forever assuring us that the universe is a comprehensible place. -Greene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I find it amusing to see that life is just a pointless dance. The universe is just having a big brainless party. Creating things for those with eyes to be entertained with...=_=;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-111280071058133203?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/111280071058133203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=111280071058133203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111280071058133203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111280071058133203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/04/2-day2-marrowtomatoe-tamatoe.html' title='2-day,2-marrow...tomatoe, tamatoe'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-111264819109645262</id><published>2005-04-04T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T07:15:29.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>Well today was full of fun I ran into my ex with no intention of doing it for the first or maybe second time ever...He looked really cute but then again to me he always does...i think i'm starting to get angry that i met him i was better off in lala land or candy land it might have been more fun after the experience...don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does life like to play with me....I hate this carp (yes carp another way of saying waste in a censored language)....I feel toy-ed with a bit and maybe like if life is like, okay for you life will be a joke.You will live as if everyday is april fools...I'm like DIE....why the hell does it always seem like i'm the fool in some stupid nightmare that I can't wake from....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like another job only its permanent and i can't leave ever. i can't ever see my boss cuase geuss what we are to assume that he does exist only we can't see him ever....okay maybe when we die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is a mofo you know...it messes with peoples heads and stuff...believe me humans running the faith is worse...I have rumor to believe that as long as life continues we will continue to mess up, crash, burn, become dirt, over and over for all time till one day we mess up so much that BOOM! we kill everything and no longer does life exist until BOOM! AGAIN! =_=; another big bang and not the fun kind happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point of going over and over these stupid trivial pursit kinda things? well we could assume that is down to intellecutal thought that occurs every once and awhile. Its like the one great cup of coffee ( i don't drink but most relate better to it) that you had this time that you were craming for an exam or research for work or over working yourself again. You remember it was great but you never get it again. You wish you could remember where or how it was made but you don't. Its that experience of that thought process the taste buds, memory, and digestion conclusion. It kinda sounded like ramble but trust me it wasn't. some how it'll make sense....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this nerd guy that was in my psychology class last semester...its so awesome he looks like a classic movie nerd... kathy and I would see him when we would walk to class lol you think that people don't really look like that but they do...black plastic glasses extreme Kate Moss thin build, tight jeans and converse with some kind of polo shirt messy hair and even the funny walk. It great its super awesome i wish i could have taken a picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay have like three mintues till i have to talk about myself with someone that i don't even know lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Poem agian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;I ran into the memory of a happy thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Then i took flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;like peter pan out the window of its eye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;I lost it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;left it all behind me the pains of growing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;With just a memory of a happy thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;All the things that I lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;The future of lost things that will come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;all flashed as i flew by with this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;With one memory of a happy thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-111264819109645262?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/111264819109645262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=111264819109645262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111264819109645262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111264819109645262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/04/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-111258531656727682</id><published>2005-04-03T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T13:34:51.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AH its today AGAIN T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears in my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost and loney in this river &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;my body's floating&lt;br /&gt;With the current&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;bottled all my fears&lt;br /&gt;up in a cabin  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;still here waiting now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do we even bother &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;time is runinng out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;it's running out right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;it just keeps on ticking and passing by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Whats the purpose of existing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;to seduce the romance of life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;it's a bitter sweet romance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;swallows you in whole &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;We are only here for a limited time offer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;special on isle number four.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Ever feel like you were the rice in a fruit basket? The one thing that just doesn't fit in....The one time that you think that life is worth something another thing comes along and takes it all way....or you just don't fit in the puzzle....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I feel down and out....dazed and confused .....I feel like i'm being sucked into this blackhole and its riping up my atoms and i'm fading piece by piece...spining out of control....I have no idea why i feel worthless or why i'm loathing....I don't feel like doing a damn thing and I don't give a rats azz.... what happens....thats not right I just don't understand whats going on? whats wrong with me? why do I feel the need to run away and not exist and to forget every thing that i know...I want to start over clean.... with out a trace of hate or thought i just want to live in my own way....whats so wrong with that ? is my way wrong should i hate being my me so much? genes suck azz and so does being lost and controlled...cenored about life i'm tired of not knowing was wrong with me i've been feeling like this for like two weeks whats up with that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-111258531656727682?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/111258531656727682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=111258531656727682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111258531656727682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111258531656727682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/04/ah-its-today-again-tt.html' title='AH its today AGAIN T_T'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-111159834552758582</id><published>2005-03-23T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T11:29:53.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Thinking Wasting Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You, you want nothing to do with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, I don't know what to do with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause you, don't know what to do to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby is this love for real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me in your arms to feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the beating of your heart baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You, you really got your hold on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You, you gotta get away from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause you, you want nothing to do with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in spite of you, even out of view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still I love all of you, I do yeah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby is this love for real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me in your arms to feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the beating of your heart baby-HA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I was thinking relationships are totally over-rated. But Y? Y do we in joy being in them or want something in some future or now? You know why cause we are all a bunch of stick f98ks that why. I just want a guy thats good looking in some way (you know alright, not to shaby), with a beautiful heart, and wants to be with me. Is that so damn freakin wrong?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;I've only been in an extreme few, very few amounts of realtionships.Just to not stupid lets say I can count them in a hand. Yes one hand please keep you laughing to a minium. I not done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I liked it execpt the mini drama other than that it was cool. Being with someone that looks at you in a unique way then they view the rest of the world is awesome. I miss it. But if everytime I try its just to fail F87k it! you know. Besides i'm young and adventurous I don't want to be to easy to catch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a lot of mistakes but I knew that I messed up but whatever. They were stupid guys anyway with no means of the type of guy I want. But I had met 2 that if I could melt them into one guy it would be perfect. To bad you can't go shoping for men you know. I could take them to the seamstress and have them adjusted into one prefect guy. wouldn't that be awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-111159834552758582?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/111159834552758582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=111159834552758582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111159834552758582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111159834552758582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/03/walking-thinking-wasting-time.html' title='Walking Thinking Wasting Time'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-111159815648614658</id><published>2005-03-23T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T11:24:39.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowing, I'm Drowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Somebody help me get out of this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Too many words that confuse what I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Calling in the victims of probable cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Give me the keys to get out of this box-SC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please note that song of the day is so no the title if you want it let me know. At any rate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Super Bored =_=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so yeah the worlds not a perfect place. I get it we are all screwed for the rest of our lives. A few years that is. We live this long ''--" with this much "----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------" to do and we never do everything. Granted there really ain't that much time. But I'm sure we don't make that much of an effort for it. I ran into an old "friend" I would say enemy more than anything he was being nice for the hell of it I think. I was hoping to never i mean NEVER run into someone that i knew but f87k it happens. When I lease expect it to happen also. The world is a small place to be in. I feel like i'm in this box that has a black hole in it.Everythingjust gets sucked into a void or some small space. Poof! its all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a blink of an eye life Poof! disappears with out a trace and your still standing there doing nothing bored out of your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-111159815648614658?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/111159815648614658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=111159815648614658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111159815648614658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tear drops of blood--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fall down my throat--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your grip is getting tighter--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Squeeze out the blood--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Drippin down from your fingers--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am lost here alone--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Still waitin--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;For you to say your sorry--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Losen--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your grip--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;There is a whole--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;On my chest--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why don't you take my heart out?--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stomp on my heart--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;To save the day--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have been warned-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Danger, Danger--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ms. Robinson--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Go ahead and leave my island--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You won't be questioned--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You've broken everything--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I thought it would be you--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;How could I've been so wrong--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-111159747356576345?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/111159747356576345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>Buried Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I Push my fingers into my eyes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But it's made of all the things I am today...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;If the pain goes on... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Aaaaaaaah!&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;em&gt;Slipknot &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mood: Grrr.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that a kick A$$ song. It makes you want to walk, dance, and scream...You know that I haven't really done much the past few days...&lt;br /&gt;But I did decided to write this out so here enjoy............=&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You and I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in your nightmare--&lt;br /&gt;Yelled and screamed yet you didn't hear--&lt;br /&gt;The cry coming from the end -&lt;br /&gt;Of the tunnel you were in-&lt;br /&gt;Drowned in your minds eye--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in a sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;Was it you or some other guy?&lt;br /&gt;We'll know if thats the case&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;Its okay if its just you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate your stupid smile&lt;br /&gt;Everything is not okay&lt;br /&gt;Your smirck is a kind reality&lt;br /&gt;Bit me on the wrong side of my bed&lt;br /&gt;I walked away to see&lt;br /&gt;What you had said&lt;br /&gt;And found your love of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Neatly on my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;Its okay as long if its you and I&lt;br /&gt;Together on the way--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the end =_=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about the last time I felt confused and just didn't know what to do I felt as if something clenched on to my ankle and didn't let me move on but I know that somethings out there and i'm not alone all the time. Cause creation couldn't have just been horny people from the begining or was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well adam, eve i hope you guys had fun....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-111150848086926234?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/111150848086926234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=111150848086926234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111150848086926234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111150848086926234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/03/buried-alive.html' title='Buried Alive'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-111115925134337237</id><published>2005-03-18T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T07:20:51.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been super busy and computerless for like almost a month so yeah my writing as died... but I talked to my friend and I felt like writing even more... I just realized that even though no one reads I can still write and have fun...This helps get rid of the stress...so ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway the story i was writing will be temp. paused lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-111115925134337237?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/111115925134337237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=111115925134337237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111115925134337237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/111115925134337237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-110912750341932346</id><published>2005-02-22T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T18:58:23.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go agian story continues....</title><content type='html'>Ch.1 Part 1 Continues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Her curls remained in the same spot with exception of her blow dryed bangs. She then as turned faced the car "Sh*t! I can't believe this just happened." she said as she nodded her head.In her mind she thought &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the hell is wrong with girl?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;What the F*** was she thinking? I can believe it at all. I'm so scared right now for my life and I have to get back in the car with her...Why? Why does this have to happen? I so want to go back home right now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, soon enough we got back in the car drove off. I had a ticket for ignoring a traffic light in my pocket and the front of my driver-side dented in.I was not in a happy mood. I took everyone to there home and went home to find my mom hadn't gotten there yet. My brother and I called her up but she seemed fine. "It happens everyone so don't worry about it. Espere que yo lo vea para ver lo que se va hacer." she said in the great language of Miami Spanglish. That would take a whole other paragraph to explain. In short she told me to wait til she got home to see what could be done about my car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about being Cuban-American is that your parents alway have some stupid way of doing things. I mean that with all respect and load so of sarcasim. What I meant by "some stupid way" they always go in a around about issues and have to decide things as a group. You are never and indivdual, you are a piece of a big pie. If a pie is not together it isn't whole therefore its not hispanic. I know that wasn't a good example but I go will explain the Cuban way of things as we life goes on. One problem turns into millions in a split second. One word can turn into a large family fued with no refree.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I'm going to watch a movie so I'm come back to this later...I think when I'm done I'll edit it instead of a piece at a time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-110912750341932346?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110912750341932346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110912750341932346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110912750341932346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110912750341932346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/02/here-we-go-agian-story-continues.html' title='Here we go agian story continues....'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-110896322999778862</id><published>2005-02-20T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T21:23:08.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost By MySelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Note: Just in case you care some of this story is true but things have been changed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1 Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life truly begins when you get one. Of course not when you've been spitted out of a vigina.Then smacked by some U.F.O. that's attached to someone with a white coat or is it blue scrubs? It doesn't really at this point. It begins when you're given the freedom of a car. Yes, a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Imported, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ad &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ne &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ever &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;id &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gain, Honda Civic Coupe candie apple &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;red.Its parked at your front door step looking at you through the window. The time when highschool drama ends and college drama begins. Just when you thought things would go great they just got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day that highshcool ended it was the happiest and saddest moment of my life. It was the time that I had really thought about the aging process. Damn I'm old. Its when you can no longer refer to someone at the age of 21 as the cool old person. Dude your there in like 4 years which sounds like a long time but trust me its not. You have now crossed the right of page into the college arena and it ain't to pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the first two days driving was awesome for get it is awesome.Not not mention the totally super clueless thing I did which was not fun at all. I decided to go out for the first time in my car with my brother and some friends. Why did I leave that damn door open that day? Well to end the life of my car of course and create a fear of driving. Kat, Jessy, Frank and I went in my car to close the front door of my house. &lt;em&gt;Saves the Day&lt;/em&gt; played the background as stupid me took a red light and end the life for like a week. But no one was hurt. We get out of the car to find that what crashed into me was some old lady with a mess of stuffed toys attached to here rear view mirror. My legs couldn't stop shaking if they shook anymore my knee caps would have flown off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer Sparky came out to us asked a few questions and left. He was around his early thirties,with a shawdow looking bread. He had the beer donut look to his belly not very attrative to say the least. Jessy took the lead when it came to speech she is always very good when it came to English. Her thick redish dyed hair blew in her face as she stood facing sparky explaining what has just happened.Kat calmed and relaxed as always just laughed it away. Collectively cool would discribe her the best. Her curls remained in the same spot with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add to this later and edit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-110896322999778862?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110896322999778862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110896322999778862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110896322999778862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110896322999778862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/02/lost-by-myself_20.html' title='Lost By MySelf'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-110896121007652862</id><published>2005-02-20T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T21:25:07.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I Screwed Up Again...</title><content type='html'>For now I think that i will right something like sex in the city only about life and maybe some sex lol ....well it will begin now... I'll post the story in dark blue... enjoy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-110896121007652862?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110896121007652862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110896121007652862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110896121007652862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110896121007652862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/02/today-i-screwed-up-again.html' title='Today I Screwed Up Again...'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-110875598015330432</id><published>2005-02-18T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T20:37:58.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HA!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Sharp Hint Of New Tears"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On the way home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this car hears my confessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think tonight I'll take the long way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The wind outside is biting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It has left me feeling tired &amp; exposed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You've been asking me to bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It seems these kinds of questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They come too easy to you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your lack of shame comes naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I should not be suprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I should have seen it sooner.-DC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that a great song? I love him. Well I'm feelin like righting so I guess that I well these are the deep feelings that I'm workin' with at the moment.............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like leaving a bored confession &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it'll probly turn out to be lies. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More room we have inside the closet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the more junk we put inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where did real me go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lost her in a closet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh sometime ago &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for a warning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreaming for more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All thats left is sad memeories and regrets &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've made the right decision&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;an incision in my mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a cut that bleeds forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;never get weak or die...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand still remembering my last confession &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the things that I must've said &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sad secrets sharper than a knife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How long till it all ends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-110875598015330432?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110875598015330432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110875598015330432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110875598015330432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110875598015330432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/02/ha.html' title='HA!!!!!'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-110744391820558759</id><published>2005-02-03T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T07:22:14.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Request </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know that people really suck...So I have a small request why don't you rollover and die...I hate the fact that good people always just walk over to you and they're ignored due to the fact of "social acceptance". That whole thing of  "your not cool enough" is totally over rated. Why would you want to continue a highschool like life. Whats the point of being stuck to one point in time. I wish that I couldn't age pass 21 but that doesn't mean I would want to be stuck in one time zone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know that the thought of being an eternal being is kind of enticing. But then again watching those around leave to never return ever really isn't my kind of thing. Hey, there's a price to pay for everything. Nothing in this life is free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random St. Part1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Driving around in the streets of Miami with dropped windows. The time passed as quickly as the wind in my hair. Reminded of all the bad history with relationships and things gone wrong. The rage inside my mind drives me mad. I can't contain the anger, disappointment of life as it continues. "I hate you! I HATE YOU!" thats all that comes out of my mouth when it opens. I dispise being toyed with I'm not a tool. Smashing the dashboard with my confession I remember one thing and thats no matter what happens now later is still to come. Everything comes and goes like the wind. Only one thing stays true and that is me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-110744391820558759?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110744391820558759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110744391820558759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110744391820558759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110744391820558759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/02/small-request.html' title='Small Request '/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-110737019732269626</id><published>2005-02-02T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T09:45:35.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you had never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kissed me--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like I do--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and touch me--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stupid poison lies--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're just as Rancid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as pestaside--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this stupid feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aching inside--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn out of my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in the fire of your eyes--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking away to what we were then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and what could have been--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a rain drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;from my eye down to my cheek--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That wasn't meant to be--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-110737019732269626?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110737019732269626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110737019732269626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110737019732269626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110737019732269626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-if.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-110736099281589824</id><published>2005-02-02T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T09:45:09.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had this posted in another journal that died so I think I should post it here cause I liked it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well humanity as a whole is lacking in train of thought for they think that life continues on in which case it does... but! the point that I'm getting at is the simple fact that time is infinite but we are not... Life is much shorter and a minute is a lot of time to waste...If people would know the day that they would die the world would be in total chaos although it still is but it would be much worse..when you state that you have the whole day in a sense its true...but what if you only had an hour of that day and within that hour things just seem to get out of control and you no longer exist..I mean we, and yes i do mean humanity as a whole, tend to think that life is something that must be given a meaning it must be defined...movies and logical sense allows us to believe that maybe when we are at the point of death our life will flash before our eyes, a light at the end of a tunnel will show up and life would be explained...I have only know of one mircale thru out my life time and it is this:creation if a God truly does exist the only true mircale he or she did preform it is creation...creation of all things and life...Taking life for granted is something that we all do against our better judgement...we take for granted all the comforts of our home, those that surround us like family and friends, the lauxaries (sorry can't spell) in our life... Everyone thinks I can wait till tomarrow or next year to say or do anything I have my whole life ahead...but what if? what if you didn't what if you don't? "someone once said live life to the fullest, live your everday as if it were your last" now if we could would we...people often lie to themselves saying I must become I must do I must...you must only live thats the only thing that you were put here to do Yes the world is creul and our loved ones will not be here forever and will no longer exist one day and may not be with us right now but for every person in our life that is taken another thing comes along to replace the lost although it won't ever erase it completely...In away life and the world is ironic...We wake to find our sandles next to our beds and later brush our teeth and shower..soon after we eat breakfest and walk out the door either to be educated or to work...The huddled masses unite everyday almost exactly repeating what do for the rest of our lives, content/uncontent happy/unhappy the only way that we get to be either one is by the path that we choose..Just maybe we do have a set fate or destiny if that is so I believe we get to choose it... it is set based on our choices (thats the greatness of freedom)...Life is a risk its a risk we are all willing to take now living it is a risk some people are scared to make...I may lack in experience about life but I do know one thing the only flaw in humanity is not that we are evil/good but that we can't be alone being with friends, in relationships, having companionship of some kind is something that is need in order to live a long life and enjoy it... being able to share things with others having to have other around us is humanities flaw and power...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-110736099281589824?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110736099281589824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110736099281589824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110736099281589824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110736099281589824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/02/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-110730419381042364</id><published>2005-02-01T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T09:44:32.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Title&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Excuse me!&lt;br /&gt;I shop in the same space to&lt;br /&gt;Rolling eyes are watching you&lt;br /&gt;Then the loud speaker sounds off--.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Good morning shoppers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a special in this isle its called tip of the day Get A Life"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Then the guests come over for dinner&lt;br /&gt;Serving large white plates and a center piece&lt;br /&gt;Small french foods out of an ethnic store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; stands out of the chair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Then the fork bangs against the glass--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"May I have your attention please will the real friend please stand up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Shopping around is what life is like&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the one big sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Like &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;atch27 trading cards, a social disaster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Walk out side to get the paper&lt;br /&gt;The ice cream man passes by&lt;br /&gt;The music is off but there is a faint voice--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Get a life its not so nice for 25 cents or a dollar. Get a life its like window shopping or going on a shopping spree. Get a life its yours to take but don't blame me for what happens&lt;/span&gt; after"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-110730419381042364?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110730419381042364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110730419381042364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110730419381042364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110730419381042364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/02/read-this.html' title='Read This'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-110730328244719108</id><published>2005-02-01T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T09:43:59.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the Story of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shitty music, censored voices, and laughs in the background of my mind. I feel stupid, my life is stupid and meaningless. Meanlingless like the words that have zero effect on anyone. I wonder if anyone listens to my ramble. Does anyone even care? What the point of being hear with nothing to do? If every person I want to be with drifts on there own? I don't want to be misunderstood but what is this? I don't know what this is? life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F87K Life and all its stupid choices and process...Why even care about whats going on? Can't I just move on, on my own. Why do I need to have someone to talk to? Why do I want a smile thats meant for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grammer is kinda rusty so excuse me for making bad sentances or spell wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TRUTH IS THAT DON'T REALLY CARE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-110730328244719108?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110730328244719108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110730328244719108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110730328244719108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110730328244719108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-story-of-my-life.html' title='Its the Story of My Life'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-110730259804679370</id><published>2005-02-01T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T09:42:34.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random Story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around with a half step glide in red converse shoes. Stepping into the large ballrooms within the Biltmore Hotel. The enigma of the 13th floor continues to haunt every guest that opens the red carpet entrance. Yet, every suit and tie, downtown walking, person turns around and stares at the young person that just walked in. What is an individual like you doing in this part of town? Umm...did you leave you Pardo at home? What kind of shoes are those? How gastly? The young misunderstood individual stopped on a half step and noticed the silent noise that just to over the room. Grab onto the tie on the wasit part of the shorts and yelled "F96K You!"---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;think that the things that happen aren't very meaningful and full of Sh9t! Or is it just me...Are my thoughts really that dark or is it rare to have a non positive thought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; If I was one of those poeple with a great talent. Would that make me happy? I meet people at a ratio of 2:7 days of the week. Its up to me to keep in touch and run around this crazy town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Is every relationship doomed? Thats why divorce rates are so large and the amounts of unhappy people in the world is way to large to even think about. Oh, and by the way when I say relationship I mean all kinds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Strange isn't it to think that life is really what you make of it. That you're not coming out alive anyways. &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/10178568-110730259804679370?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110730259804679370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110730259804679370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110730259804679370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110730259804679370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/02/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day....'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-110723634818714212</id><published>2005-01-31T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T07:24:56.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not going to make it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the day today is&lt;em&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is anybody listening?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can they hear me when I call? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm shooting signals in the air &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I need somebody's help &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't make it on my own &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'm giving up myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is anybody listening? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening&lt;/em&gt; - GC &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S.O.S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Willy Wonka was the king of candy and hope of every girl and boy. The one that dreamed of tooth decay and cavities. The top hat with a cain, the evny, and disney persona in a grown man....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Walking down the akward hall in school while groups of those people that we will commonly refer to as "Greeks" or "the popular" greet each other with large amounts of hypocrisy. Kissed cheeks, shaked hands, waving of some kind, or a gentle smile of acknowledgement.Those are the things that some young freshmen think college/school is about. The tastlessness of social acceptance by a small fraction of people some how becomes the dream of every hopeless teenager. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You think that this type of thought is out grown by the time they reach college...I can put it this way "Two words. NO WAY " Its and endless cycle of a need that one must fill to fit in. But whats the point of fitting in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-110723634818714212?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110723634818714212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110723634818714212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110723634818714212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110723634818714212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/01/youre-not-going-to-make-it.html' title='You&apos;re not going to make it...'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-110680789151368911</id><published>2005-01-26T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T07:27:53.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Three Evils- Coheed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I'll fire on on the wrong way out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;on the causeway to neverwhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dear my friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;in the time we've spent forever after beyond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this when will our nightmare ever end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pull the trigger and the nightmare stops... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pull the trigger and the nightmare stops... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pull the trigger and the nightmare stops...forever you will learn"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ever feel like your daily life is the nightmare you just woke from??? Like you don't know where your going or what to do...But you just do it anyway...Wake up and go into daily routine...AH! but you know you can't let the nightmare win cuase F*&amp;amp;K its our damn nightmare and I'm runnin' dis show bitch! ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-110680789151368911?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110680789151368911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110680789151368911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110680789151368911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110680789151368911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/01/right.html' title='Right?????'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-110675651977260997</id><published>2005-01-26T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T08:41:07.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness of Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ever think of the things that go wrong that should have gone right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the back of your endless "spotless mind"...&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;great flim great story...Imagen if you could forget those poeple or those events that scar your mind forever. Would that be cool? Not that of course things don't come easy the alchemist thought of equal trade might step foot...NOT that something like this could really happen but I wish I could erase the memories of the stupid life-forms that I've met in my lifetime. Which happens not to be very long =_=; but non the less I continue on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone once said, later put in the Van Wilder flim, and a writer that goes by the namem of Warren Miller "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't take life seriously because you can't come out of it alive."....See, whether or not those are words to live by isn't my thing. But the truth, is the truth, and you can't deny it...Although most people do like to deny as much as they like, but once its brought to the light you're just "screwed"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today isn't runing as smooth as it should but what am I going to do. I can only write what I think but hope to learn from myself in the process...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-110675651977260997?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110675651977260997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110675651977260997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110675651977260997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110675651977260997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/01/randomness-of-today.html' title='Randomness of Today'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-110601432175777138</id><published>2005-01-17T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T19:30:15.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life it needs directions </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Yeah, we all die young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We need no victims in this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Flaccid generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We need no victims in this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Put us in, put us in submission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bring a life, wanna fight your system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Won't back down till the conversation ends" -LR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel like all the things that you thought you knew just kinda washed out the window....well at least there at things that you know for sure...We die, we live, and life of course can be sumed out in three words "it goes on"...but other than that everything else we just kinda play by ear...everyone wants to meet there soulmate I just want to make good friends that don't lie...even though the soulmate idea ain't that bad but I don't think that its going to be easy....people don't grow on trees they pop out of vigina, love is can't be bought or stole (really quite a shame), and things are never what they seem.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-110601432175777138?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110601432175777138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110601432175777138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110601432175777138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110601432175777138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-it-needs-directions.html' title='Life it needs directions '/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-110601750881573213</id><published>2005-01-17T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T19:30:47.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUBURBIA</title><content type='html'>Sat around observing suburbia in what could most commonly be referred to as my neighborhood. Its sad to think that common suburbia could be the way of life that people wish for...Stepping out of there homes only to find closed doors with small amount of trees...Its almost like small rain forests are growing in front of every home...The cars all arrive at around the same time few people leave at night and during the day the lots are empty...Its like a bad Jim Carrey movie..."Hey I'm Turman GET ME OUT!"...Like that'll happen =_=;...But one can only hope that somewhere out there anti-suburbia exists and life would be different....See but then again the grass is always greener on the other side....T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-110601750881573213?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110601750881573213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110601750881573213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110601750881573213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110601750881573213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/01/suburbia.html' title='SUBURBIA'/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-110594061393838439</id><published>2005-01-17T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T21:43:33.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go </title><content type='html'>Take a look at yourself and all the things that just never work out...Like Christmas and the stupid 14th of Feb. that just crashed in your room...It feels as if things are crazy sometimes its just rollcoster ride that you need to take in order to have some fun if you motion sickness it just isn't going to work out...Wipe the blood stains of you clothes with Tide you should be okay anyway til the day comes that you 6 feet under and its ended with out notice...Most people under estimate the idea of the possiblty your choices can create...Okay I'll be back when I have some more time to think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-110594061393838439?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110594061393838439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110594061393838439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110594061393838439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110594061393838439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/2005/01/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go '/><author><name>MeaningLessWords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134997026134323860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178568.post-110582277237862562</id><published>2005-01-15T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T08:43:12.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Just Ordinary </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Permanent Airline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Still looking for a map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;For something to guide my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but all I find are sad delays &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Like airport airplanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"This is the Captain speaking--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sorry the inconvenience--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but your flight has been delayed again..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Still looking only to find whats in my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Beings like flight attendants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;they only get up like dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;telling you how to escape in case of danger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Please give me you attention in case of an emergancy--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm hear to let you know that when this plane gets moving--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;your in deep shit..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sitting with the seat leaned back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pondering the dreams to have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the hopes I've made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Wishing there were directions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Personal assitance to accomplish my dreams, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hopes into reality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Every time my flights delayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Or  paused in mid air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I tend to ignore the loud speaker disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;With this permanent airline &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-110582277237862562?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110582277237862562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110582277237862562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10178568/posts/default/110582277237862562'/><link rel='self' 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like a bad habit...or how many times you looked out your car window while driving in traffic thinking "WHY WHY am I in this hell hole....stupid city of morons...GRRRR!!!!!!"...Only to find that you yourself are in fact part of this strange race, the human race that wants the anwsers to everything to come out in a drive thur window (opps sorry thats America)...I'll come back to this topic later its not like anyones reading ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10178568-110582597552736097?l=meaninglessword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meaninglessword.blogspot.com/feeds/110582597552736097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10178568&amp;postID=110582597552736097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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