<?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-5624800235654331565</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:00:35.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>la vie n'est pas belle</title><subtitle type='html'>but of course.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-7705963248158105481</id><published>2009-12-02T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:03:29.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alright</title><content type='html'>so, this will probably be my last post. i'm tired of the over-emotional blog that i only post on when i get upset or something. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so uh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.withoutsorrow.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.withoutsorrow.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll probably stray back once or twice. but these are my plans for the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-7705963248158105481?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/7705963248158105481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/7705963248158105481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/12/alright.html' title='alright'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-8410711975558734031</id><published>2009-10-13T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:12:06.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-8410711975558734031?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/8410711975558734031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/8410711975558734031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanted-perfect-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-8371654936704033967</id><published>2009-09-02T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:12:26.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't Fucking care about you, but I care about everything else. Just not you. Because you're not important. And Every other Fucking Thing is. I just thought I'd let you know that. I Want To Stop Fucking Thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-8371654936704033967?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/8371654936704033967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/8371654936704033967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-fucking-care-about-you-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-6010237413515135424</id><published>2009-08-31T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:24:24.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One Day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     I'll Learn To Believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I Believe This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   With Whatever I Can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   With Whatever Is Left Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;          My Faith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;          My Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-6010237413515135424?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6010237413515135424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6010237413515135424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-day-ill-learn-to-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-7417055035145260580</id><published>2009-08-25T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:27:30.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't think anyone can really understand what another person is going through. and i don't think anyone can really save anyone, especially if they're already gone. not necessarily in body, but in mind. what happens when there's nothing that seems to be worth anything anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-7417055035145260580?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/7417055035145260580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/7417055035145260580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-think-anyone-can-really.html' title=''/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-4353803513128844224</id><published>2009-07-31T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:44:06.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAllCustom&amp;amp;friendId=135705006&amp;amp;swapped=true"&gt;http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAllCustom&amp;amp;friendId=135705006&amp;amp;swapped=true&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-4353803513128844224?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/4353803513128844224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/4353803513128844224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/07/httpblogs.html' title=''/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-4563127014804035197</id><published>2009-07-27T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:53:24.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you have to understand that i'm a person, and i want to be loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-4563127014804035197?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/4563127014804035197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/4563127014804035197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-have-to-understand-that-im-person.html' title=''/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-5358006381356020629</id><published>2009-07-27T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:36:10.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/Sm33Sjf3mtI/AAAAAAAAACs/tUVB4wRfPVs/s1600-h/19820490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363214629406743250" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/Sm33Sjf3mtI/AAAAAAAAACs/tUVB4wRfPVs/s320/19820490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-5358006381356020629?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/5358006381356020629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/5358006381356020629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/Sm33Sjf3mtI/AAAAAAAAACs/tUVB4wRfPVs/s72-c/19820490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-5068671315093246858</id><published>2009-07-27T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:42:07.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>living.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;living is just one big joke,&lt;br /&gt;because in the end, we're all going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so are you supposed to enjoy life while you can?&lt;br /&gt;why're are there so many unhappy things in life?&lt;br /&gt;so many obstacles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if our time in existance is so short, why does it have to be so difficult?&lt;br /&gt;why can't we just have something solid to believe in, something to hold on to and pray for, if someone's listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that we can't all be equal, or on the same playing field.&lt;br /&gt;it makes sense, in a grand-scheme kind of way?&lt;br /&gt;what's the grand-scheme, and why aren't we allowed in on it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-5068671315093246858?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/5068671315093246858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/5068671315093246858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/07/living.html' title='living.'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-3147332122780582664</id><published>2009-07-27T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:12:47.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; falling to fucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;unraveling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if i keep repeating the cycle i'm in, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm going to fucking kill myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't think i'm kidding this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've got this unnerving feeling, and i just can't seem to shake it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just want things to be better, to be the way they were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i want to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i want my heart to remain whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-3147332122780582664?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/3147332122780582664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/3147332122780582664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-falling-to-fucking-pieces.html' title=''/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-2547552515438691114</id><published>2009-07-27T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:55:22.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after the initial shock wears off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things get much, much worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-2547552515438691114?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/2547552515438691114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/2547552515438691114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-initial-shock-wears-off-things.html' title=''/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-4961697623526145683</id><published>2009-07-26T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:13:12.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ryan won't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;My mother won't leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps jumping down my throat about the fact that Ryan won't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;It's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't want to talk to me then he's not going to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that the Retreat got him into the habit of not texting.&lt;br /&gt;Bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that he changed over the Retreat.&lt;br /&gt;I knew he would.&lt;br /&gt;I knew he would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know the point when he stopped caring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-4961697623526145683?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/4961697623526145683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/4961697623526145683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/07/ryan-wont-talk-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-2438658472035016054</id><published>2009-07-24T11:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:14:00.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm beginning to wonder if i was ever really happy.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot say i am now.&lt;br /&gt;i thought things were getting better for me.&lt;br /&gt;but i was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucking hate everything.&lt;br /&gt;i can't depend on anyone.&lt;br /&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-2438658472035016054?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/2438658472035016054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/2438658472035016054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/07/give-up.html' title='give up.'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-6947426773144348889</id><published>2009-07-24T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:55:38.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been using a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;mobile style.&lt;br /&gt;thenameisjim.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-6947426773144348889?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6947426773144348889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6947426773144348889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-using-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-3162197101683483441</id><published>2009-07-10T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:50:04.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Some things I'll never know..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how some people just... don't care about certain things. Things that you always thought meant so insanely much to them and stuff that meant just as much to you. You talk to them about it and they say they'll change and feed you fucking bullshit and lead you into something and then completely go against it. How do people just suddenly stop caring about something? I don't know about those people, but I can't just let something go. I guess sometimes that's a bad thing but especially strong feelings about something; I don't just let that shit go. I can't help but think about it. Even more so if it's a person they stop caring about. How does that happen? It's not like you can erase them from the face of the Earth; They're always going to exist somehow in your life. How can you just block that shit out? It's beyond me. Either you have to be insanely emotionally numb or just hide your emotions really really really well. Either way, how do you block out how that other person feels? People were meant to exist with one another, so how do you just block them out? You can't just live off yourself you have to communicate to... live.I guess I just feel like I'm wasting my time with some people who don't even seem to care about me. I mean, I'm not an outgoing person and I don't usually make plans with other people; I'm extremely introverted but I care about certain people a lot and I'm really tired of giving for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-3162197101683483441?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/3162197101683483441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/3162197101683483441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/07/dude-i-need-to-meet-this-chick.html' title='&quot;Some things I&apos;ll never know...&quot;'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-320006093177227687</id><published>2009-07-02T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:08:28.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we all want things we can't have.&lt;br /&gt;especially me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-320006093177227687?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/320006093177227687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/320006093177227687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-all-want-things-we-cant-have.html' title=''/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-5521506060735070207</id><published>2009-07-01T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:51:54.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://image01.lyrics.com/artists/pic200/drP500/P581/P58127YTZB6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-5521506060735070207?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/5521506060735070207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/5521506060735070207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-6686536770504422983</id><published>2009-07-01T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:49:49.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't believe it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i can't believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with ryan.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a constant twitter-er.&lt;br /&gt;i made my own blog layout.&lt;br /&gt;i got my hair cut really short.&lt;br /&gt;i have things to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;i've found new art, and new music.&lt;br /&gt;things, are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-6686536770504422983?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6686536770504422983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6686536770504422983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='i can&apos;t believe it.'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-8972913347198544644</id><published>2009-06-30T18:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:28:22.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want more</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i want more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-8972913347198544644?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/8972913347198544644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/8972913347198544644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-more.html' title='i want more'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-529291380736575769</id><published>2009-06-02T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:42:32.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>undecided</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;undecided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this is supposed to be the story of my life, right?&lt;br /&gt;well, the truth is, it can't be.&lt;br /&gt;it's stories of occurences in my life, but not my &lt;em&gt;life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because, the truth is, i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't written in months.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and forgetful, of course.&lt;br /&gt;i want to keep this blog.&lt;br /&gt;for times like these, when i need something to look back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of a comforting thing.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;i use facebook, which i can be consistent with and update.&lt;br /&gt;but why can't i use blogger...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell you everything.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to work my way back to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting with ryan.&lt;br /&gt;i think i may love him now.&lt;br /&gt;i think so.&lt;br /&gt;i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;i think so.&lt;br /&gt;i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'll keep this.&lt;br /&gt;i think so.&lt;br /&gt;i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i love him.&lt;br /&gt;i think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-529291380736575769?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/529291380736575769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/529291380736575769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/06/undecided.html' title='undecided'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-2469511868131432328</id><published>2009-05-12T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:59:09.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>iamunsure.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-2469511868131432328?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/2469511868131432328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/2469511868131432328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/05/iamunsure.html' title=''/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-4614895360526026488</id><published>2009-03-31T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:41:59.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>typed on word D&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;typed on word D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a funny word (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s pretty cool? Idk.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Am bored.&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;I did this.&lt;br /&gt;I did this to –&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QQQQQQQQQQQQ.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what (:&lt;br /&gt;I deleted all of the Hunter stuff on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;All of the messages and pictures =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in english.&lt;br /&gt;beep beep.&lt;br /&gt;i was going to write a tons of stuff,&lt;br /&gt;but i don't has tiemz ):&lt;br /&gt;and it isn't exactly private here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one of the members of Raining and OK talked to me on myspace!&lt;br /&gt;it was soooo amazing (::::::&lt;br /&gt;haha. made me suuuper happy.&lt;br /&gt;and we just finished my room!&lt;br /&gt;so now it's super sweet 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't talk teacher coming over... EEEPPPP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-4614895360526026488?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/4614895360526026488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/4614895360526026488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/03/typed-on-word-d.html' title='typed on word D&lt;'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-729376342558926431</id><published>2009-03-26T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:41:40.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>c-o-r-o-cops</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;c-o-r-o-cops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing. I feel so down.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have something to believe in, someone to count on.&lt;br /&gt;I have no one. I feel so down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan hasn't texted me back. He went to dinner at six thirty (when he never texted me back), and it's 9:15 now. ugh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't owe me anything.&lt;br /&gt;He cares more about World of Warcraft than he does me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not a surprise really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if everyone sees the same things I see.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like they're all colorblind, and I'm the only one that can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane asked me if I hated my life today.&lt;br /&gt;I told him yeah, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm digging a hole for myself. Every time I see Tommy or Davis, I dig myself a little deeper. Every time I see a photograph of Hunter, I bury myself five thousand feet deeper. It hurts to write his name. I thought I was doing so much better,&lt;br /&gt;I even threw his stuff away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think I'm better, something just drags me right back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;I like Ryan. A lot. More than I should. I want to tell him, but how can I?&lt;br /&gt;I can't talk to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Not Ashley. I can talk to her about anything else, but not this. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Not Jessica. She's too naive. I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Christina and I have been so distant lately...&lt;br /&gt;and there's no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had a good life.&lt;br /&gt;And last year, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I built the best life for myself that I could at the time.&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't expecting it to be torn apart, leaving me with only shreds and distant memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-729376342558926431?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/729376342558926431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/729376342558926431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/03/c-o-r-o-cops.html' title='c-o-r-o-cops'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-3793881237014538255</id><published>2009-03-25T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:52:08.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;numb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-3793881237014538255?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/3793881237014538255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/3793881237014538255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-are-you-feeling-today-numb.html' title=''/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-3916300580109693477</id><published>2009-03-10T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:40:51.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't do it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i can't do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-3916300580109693477?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/3916300580109693477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/3916300580109693477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-do-it.html' title='i can&apos;t do it.'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-5023842812300179023</id><published>2009-02-26T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:40:30.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breathe for us</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;breathe for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are things in life that "move you" ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SacOrLNaAoI/AAAAAAAAABI/PA9e90NQPXA/s1600-h/through+the+trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307226820785603202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SacOrLNaAoI/AAAAAAAAABI/PA9e90NQPXA/s320/through+the+trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that inspire;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj128/hollysocean/inspiration/eyepoetry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj128/hollysocean/inspiration/eyepoetry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that make complete sense, but no sense at all;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SacPMzySWvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PAZpjEMqW4A/s1600-h/i+cannot+read.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307227398613392114" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SacPMzySWvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PAZpjEMqW4A/s320/i+cannot+read.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things we think repulsive ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SacPNH4-8uI/AAAAAAAAABg/4RS3VIZePHY/s1600-h/repulsion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307227404010189538" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SacPNH4-8uI/AAAAAAAAABg/4RS3VIZePHY/s320/repulsion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things we think extraordinary and strangely beautiful;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SacPM6etosI/AAAAAAAAABY/bFxQVPYV6ZQ/s1600-h/elenakalis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307227400410342082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SacPM6etosI/AAAAAAAAABY/bFxQVPYV6ZQ/s320/elenakalis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things we desire;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SacPNMQiMDI/AAAAAAAAABo/uyPzFN9UFcw/s1600-h/sweet+trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307227405182709810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SacPNMQiMDI/AAAAAAAAABo/uyPzFN9UFcw/s320/sweet+trip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and things we may never come to peace with;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SacPNXlu5BI/AAAAAAAAABw/uw-bjiLVqYU/s1600-h/understanding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307227408224412690" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SacPNXlu5BI/AAAAAAAAABw/uw-bjiLVqYU/s320/understanding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-5023842812300179023?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/5023842812300179023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/5023842812300179023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/breathe-for-us.html' title='breathe for us'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SacOrLNaAoI/AAAAAAAAABI/PA9e90NQPXA/s72-c/through+the+trees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-7604485060505678348</id><published>2009-02-23T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:40:12.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looking up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;looking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah.&lt;br /&gt;ima baby xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said something cool today:&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER FUDGESICLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like screamed it in class XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i've been so silly lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samantha and i have become friends (:&lt;br /&gt;plus one for jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Ryan and I started talking again.&lt;br /&gt;we talk a lot now, and he makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seeing kyle this weekend, and i'm kind of nervous about that.&lt;br /&gt;yeah :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jessica and wade are going to soon be together (::;::::;:::;;;;&lt;br /&gt;i get rides from wade a lot now.&lt;br /&gt;it's so fun xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a facebook, and that's been fun.&lt;br /&gt;bleeehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss being really truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'm on my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-7604485060505678348?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/7604485060505678348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/7604485060505678348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/looking-up.html' title='looking up'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-7091173621472208293</id><published>2009-02-22T14:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:39:57.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't just give yourself away, but holding people away from you, and denying yourself love doesn't make you strong. If anything, it makes you weaker. Because you're doing it out of fear. Fear of taking that chance. Of letting go and giving in to it, and that's what makes us what we are. Risks. That's living. Being too scared to even try it -- that's just a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i'm not spending my life standing on the outside, wondering what living would be like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-7091173621472208293?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/7091173621472208293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/7091173621472208293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-lullaby.html' title='this lullaby'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-2530315093632382679</id><published>2009-02-13T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:39:35.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLFUCKZ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOLFUCKZ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LET'S DANCE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-2530315093632382679?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/2530315093632382679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/2530315093632382679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/lolfuckz.html' title='LOLFUCKZ.'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-3991675661256034551</id><published>2009-02-03T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:39:01.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new age</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;new age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't had the will or the time to update,&lt;br /&gt;but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is the most difficult and&lt;br /&gt;annoying&lt;br /&gt;and wonderful&lt;br /&gt;and terrible&lt;br /&gt;and heartbreaking thing there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've noticed a change in my state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;fuck it, and that's just it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't be who i was today without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high school is filled with so many ridiculous and idiotic problems.&lt;br /&gt;the next three years are going to be a living hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want things i cannot have.&lt;br /&gt;try as i might, i cannot stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashley, kaycee and i did shots a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;and it was a liberating feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i'd like to get used to, but won't.&lt;br /&gt;can't.&lt;br /&gt;won't do much good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to be a substitute sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;a substitute for the real things,&lt;br /&gt;the real feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of the time,&lt;br /&gt;i suffer the numb, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other times, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i can actually appreciate life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but feelings like that are short-lived.&lt;br /&gt;everything always seems to sink back into clouded perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me stupid, naive, pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;call me dismal and depressive.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;and that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be told what to do.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be told what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be lied to.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to live alone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be something more than myself.&lt;br /&gt;something more than i am now, but i don't know if i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to trust myself somehow, but have yet to figure out how.&lt;br /&gt;i want to become a writer.&lt;br /&gt;i want to live in france.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be able to look back at these years and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;everyone that hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;everything that made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to laugh at the times when i was weak.&lt;br /&gt;i want to admire and be proud of myself for being strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for being myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-3991675661256034551?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/3991675661256034551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/3991675661256034551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-age.html' title='new age'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-2110183496996859099</id><published>2009-01-26T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:38:44.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is freaking ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sick of being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stuckk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i watch things, read things,&lt;br /&gt;all about other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't help but to think&lt;br /&gt;about how i really dislike where i am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mindset is... horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking that things will eventually have to get better,&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really lucky to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ashley&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she helps me in ways i can't even begin to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is so drama-filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always want things i can never have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; is the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-2110183496996859099?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/2110183496996859099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/2110183496996859099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/01/this.html' title='this.'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-8498085036835025421</id><published>2009-01-08T13:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:38:29.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too skinny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;too skinny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot damn!&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait until i fill up my blog with non-hunter related posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have shitty mood swings. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to gain like... 543 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get to 645, so that tommy'll like me xDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaycee and i have a bet,&lt;br /&gt;whoever gets fat first, gets him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-8498085036835025421?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/8498085036835025421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/8498085036835025421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-skinny.html' title='too skinny.'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-2798526552061030160</id><published>2009-01-07T13:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:38:04.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow, jordan. you're fucked up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wow, jordan. you're fucked up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit,&lt;br /&gt;i've been through a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunter has a new girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;which pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;it's only been a little over a month since we broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me wouldn't want to be that way with anyone for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's a liar.&lt;br /&gt;that's all he's ever been.&lt;br /&gt;he told me that he started our relationship on a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is, after i talked to him on aim.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got physically sick, as in throwing up,&lt;br /&gt;after that conversation.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been sick in a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said that he'd told vittoria how intimate we'd been.&lt;br /&gt;that pissed me off too.&lt;br /&gt;he lied to me before,&lt;br /&gt;saying he wouldn't tell anyone unless it was what we both wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren's been going behind my back and telling him, vittoria,&lt;br /&gt;amber, and god knows who else all this shit about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm REALLY pissed with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, at school (the day &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; i'd found out) she ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked amber in math why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't like you, you don't like her.&lt;br /&gt;so just forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bull fucking shit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lauren is so god damn full of herself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's no way in hell that i trust her, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i don't hate her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's going to get that way if she keeps this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never did one fucking thing to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since she's been hanging out with vittoria and amber more,&lt;br /&gt;she's changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the worst, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's not right, she's not lauren.&lt;br /&gt;she's being stupid, and a gigantic bitch to me for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't my fault i can't trust her.&lt;br /&gt;she's the one that betrayed &lt;em&gt;me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i should be the one ignoring her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. what's wrong with everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally get hunter to talk to me, to stop ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;and then i come to the conclusion that i'd rather not talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that he'll care.&lt;br /&gt;he already made that very clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'm over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i really really still loved hunter, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'd want him to be happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i don't. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want him to rot and be miserable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miserable, lonely, and hurt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's just life,&lt;br /&gt;nothing ever goes like you want it to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-2798526552061030160?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/2798526552061030160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/2798526552061030160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-jordan-youre-fucked-up.html' title='wow, jordan. you&apos;re fucked up!'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-6665753935981994808</id><published>2008-12-24T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:37:41.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lead injection&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lead injection &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;a lot has been circulating.&lt;br /&gt;around me, in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm stuck in this one rotation,&lt;br /&gt;this unending pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard for me to explain things,&lt;br /&gt;because it's hard to explain things that you yourself do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been writing a lot more lately.&lt;br /&gt;it's become more of a task that i have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self expression comes easier now,&lt;br /&gt;because of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how is one person supposed to handle the emotions of two?&lt;br /&gt;especially those so strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not making sense.&lt;br /&gt;not to you, atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm.&lt;br /&gt;i want to find one person.&lt;br /&gt;one person who will listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream on, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;this&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;(this is from gaia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;except the title...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;-blushes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/this&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-6665753935981994808?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6665753935981994808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6665753935981994808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/12/lead-injection3.html' title='lead injection&lt;3'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-3541324356927526787</id><published>2008-12-23T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:37:11.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nightturntable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nightturntable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WAS A N00B!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;larlarlar.&lt;br /&gt;i was reading like... some of my very first posts.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i started talking to kyle again yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't talked to him in &lt;em&gt;foreverr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgle shmarrgle shmudding&amp;amp;shmie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put this link up on a&lt;br /&gt;"pretty public" profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't put it up on gaia because my name's different. Yahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckkkk. i don't know. december's been a really shitty month.&lt;br /&gt;it's not getting much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUINED MY WHOLE DAMN CHRISTMAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream i talked to hunter last night.&lt;br /&gt;mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he like... randomly i.m.ed me.&lt;br /&gt;and we started talking about politics and shit about France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been dreaming about him the past several nights.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pain is deep and wide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cannot esape from the lives we have made.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where are we now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm starting to forget just what it was you said exactly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The love is gone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only to spawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disastrous memories.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm starting to forget.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm trying to hold on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realllyyy like how they sing it though.&lt;br /&gt;i find a lot of drop dead's music &lt;em&gt;pretty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk.&lt;br /&gt;i might edit this, adding more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-3541324356927526787?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/3541324356927526787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/3541324356927526787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/12/nightturntable.html' title='nightturntable.'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-6881572025948269175</id><published>2008-12-19T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:35:45.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omnomnomnom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;omnomnomnom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't like anything.&lt;br /&gt;my moodswings are uncontrollable and unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;ever since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't know until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i hate life.&lt;br /&gt;i hate school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love gaia.&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go on right now but the school's filter blocks it.&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's a distraction.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFBBQ?!&lt;br /&gt;see. now i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT's WRONG WITH THE FAREEKING WURLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my myspace. for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrhhghg. omnomnomnom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-6881572025948269175?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6881572025948269175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6881572025948269175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/12/omnomnomnom.html' title='omnomnomnom.'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-8121644757647322288</id><published>2008-12-08T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:35:28.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it buds, grows, blooms, swells, explodes brilliantly,&lt;br /&gt;and then ends bitterly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least, that's how it was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give yourself completely to someone,&lt;br /&gt;your heart, your soul.&lt;br /&gt;And you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thread between lovers thins,&lt;br /&gt;and then snaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rug is ripped out from under your unexpecting feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December second, Hunter broke up with me.&lt;br /&gt;After five days of nothing;&lt;br /&gt;no contact at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tearing me apart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffering more than I can explain,&lt;br /&gt;and more than I can let anyone see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my fifteenth birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And so far, it's been the worst day of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-8121644757647322288?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/8121644757647322288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/8121644757647322288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/12/end.html' title='the end.'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-738361230305871777</id><published>2008-11-22T09:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:35:14.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spidermonkeysarrgayyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;spidermonkeysarrgayyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to see twilight with my cousin today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says spider monkey )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-738361230305871777?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/738361230305871777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/738361230305871777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/11/spidermonkeysarrgayyy.html' title='spidermonkeysarrgayyy'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-2510922564490479804</id><published>2008-11-21T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:34:55.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;AHHH skina: I'm seriously ditching everyone.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: I don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: I don't like anyone at all basically.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: It's not the people&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: it's just I'm not a people person on any level.&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop: ):&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop: hunter...&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: what?&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop: i love you&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: love you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that makes me feel terrific.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-2510922564490479804?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/2510922564490479804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/2510922564490479804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/11/shit.html' title='shit.'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-5417334196221275652</id><published>2008-11-20T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:34:27.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sound::</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sound;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to do something constructive,&lt;br /&gt;so i made a playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's on the sidebar, as you can probably see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some random songs i thought of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are 14&lt;br /&gt;you probably can't see them all,&lt;br /&gt;and unfortunately, there isnt a scroll&lt;br /&gt;so you just have to click the last song on the screen&lt;br /&gt;to go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out&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/5624800235654331565-5417334196221275652?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/5417334196221275652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/5417334196221275652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/11/sound.html' title='sound::'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-6557212013730728267</id><published>2008-11-20T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:34:00.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M IN SUCH A SHITTY MOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm so fucking sick of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hunter won't talk to me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since he left the hospital on... tuesday? or something.&lt;br /&gt;and when he does, he gets really angry and just yells at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charlotte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeps biting and chewing on everything, including me.&lt;br /&gt;and peeing everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick of chasing her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is so damn boring, i swear. it's like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT'S SO FUCKING COLD OUTSIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and charlotte has to be taken out every fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;and every day after school i have to wait outside for twenty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear. i just hate everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in one of those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMMIT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WISH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXPLODE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-6557212013730728267?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6557212013730728267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6557212013730728267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/11/god-fucking-dammit.html' title='GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-3927224190541122528</id><published>2008-11-20T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:33:34.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>biology</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in biology, and i just finished mai test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my teacher let the whole class retake the test with notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got a ninety-six this time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i may want to post later, because this one's so short.&lt;br /&gt;about to leave for second block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez i hate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-3927224190541122528?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/3927224190541122528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/3927224190541122528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/11/biology.html' title='biology'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-4398814880856085929</id><published>2008-11-19T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:33:11.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>humphhh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;humphhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long since i've written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunter never came over.&lt;br /&gt;after his dentist appointment he texted me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;in the parking lot, my mother said that she's tired of me having my own political and religious views and that it's unnatural for people my age to not have the same views as their parents and that i'm nothing to her and she said i can't go to your house and that she's going to beat me as hard as she can when we get home, and if i choose not to take it, she'll shave my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but things are better with us now, after else everything happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK. no more sad talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had a test in bio D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got one freaking point away from a B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but afterwards, i decided i'd randomly pull up my blog,&lt;br /&gt;and the school's filter allowed it ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina saw it, and so she said she was going to make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;coolzies.&lt;br /&gt;...wtf?&lt;br /&gt;idk (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm being random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtvr.&lt;br /&gt;i'm cold.&lt;br /&gt;my hands are warm for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go do gay stuff on gaia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aurevoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((oh and by the way, Alex isn't cheating on Christina.))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-4398814880856085929?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/4398814880856085929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/4398814880856085929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/11/humphhh.html' title='humphhh.'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-586832601235705787</id><published>2008-11-03T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:32:55.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meep</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is monday,&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow is tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aka: election day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're off from school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunter will be coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is our chance to talk about things,&lt;br /&gt;about our situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are really not good between us right now.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm hoping tomorrow will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't live if i lost him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love him so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;i had a really full halloween weekend.&lt;br /&gt;and i need to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry this post is short.&lt;br /&gt;i'll write when i can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-586832601235705787?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/586832601235705787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/586832601235705787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/11/meep.html' title='meep'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-1416537185024544809</id><published>2008-10-30T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:32:27.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i can't think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you may have noticed that my last post,&lt;br /&gt;i was extremely depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was good reason for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't say it here.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't.&lt;br /&gt;it's too horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunter and i almost broke up.&lt;br /&gt;and then he was about to kill himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, sam came up to me in the hall and said:&lt;br /&gt;"I heard what happened with you and Hunter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost threw up.&lt;br /&gt;i just said what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he said&lt;br /&gt;"that you two broke up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought that was it.&lt;br /&gt;i thought hunter had broken up with me.&lt;br /&gt;because if he'd told sam,&lt;br /&gt;then it would be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunter says differently.&lt;br /&gt;i texted him,&lt;br /&gt;and he said sam seriously misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have time to talk now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to talk about halloween,&lt;br /&gt;but i don't have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe after this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-1416537185024544809?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/1416537185024544809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/1416537185024544809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-think.html' title='i can&apos;t think.'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-2103459470608134300</id><published>2008-10-29T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:32:12.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heartbreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotions are difficult.&lt;br /&gt;they are not always easily perceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what heartache feels like,&lt;br /&gt;and I know heartbreak better than most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been disappointed so many times I can't&lt;br /&gt;even begin to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it isn't always disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've killed myself.&lt;br /&gt;not physically, but emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had really known heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;no one does.&lt;br /&gt;Not until they lose everything.&lt;br /&gt;Not until they lose their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I gave it away, all of it,&lt;br /&gt;and now I can never have it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's to live for?&lt;br /&gt;he is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter, my world, my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something bad, something unforgivable.&lt;br /&gt;he says he forgives me.&lt;br /&gt;he's a liar.&lt;br /&gt;he can't possible love me after what i did.&lt;br /&gt;I am not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be the one hurting, not him.&lt;br /&gt;and I am hurting.&lt;br /&gt;but the pain is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;it is not enough pain.&lt;br /&gt;not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever recover?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need too much.&lt;br /&gt;I am filth.&lt;br /&gt;I am waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a waste.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-2103459470608134300?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/2103459470608134300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/2103459470608134300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/10/heartbreak.html' title='heartbreak'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-5623187739860057082</id><published>2008-10-28T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:31:56.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>contact please</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whoa hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this might be a long post,&lt;br /&gt;so bear with me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was....&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone told me something today.&lt;br /&gt;something that i did not expect to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christina knows about alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, she doesn't know know.&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;br /&gt;how to put this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ann, the girl that told me, told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and by the way,&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking about the fact that ALEX IS CHEATING ON CHRISTINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;so now that we're all caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren and jessica told me today that christina knows.&lt;br /&gt;christina said something to them,&lt;br /&gt;something about her trying to find out who&lt;br /&gt;"alex's supposed girlfriend at georgetown was"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER EXPLANATION:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all in ninth grade.&lt;br /&gt;last year, towards the end of the year,&lt;br /&gt;alex brought a butterfly knife to school.&lt;br /&gt;he didn't hurt anyone, alex would never.&lt;br /&gt;but, nonetheless, he still had it.&lt;br /&gt;so he was suspended for a semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first semester of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's why he's at georgetown,&lt;br /&gt;which is kind of like a school version of juvi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he isn't in jail,&lt;br /&gt;he's just in "temporary alternative schooling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but christina knows he might be cheating on her,&lt;br /&gt;and she seems totally fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am SO PROUD =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe she'll be okay after all,&lt;br /&gt;if he really is cheating on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xXx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today in english,&lt;br /&gt;my language arts teacher gave me back my short story.&lt;br /&gt;she said it was "phenomonal"&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i love you kid.&lt;br /&gt;you're reading this, and you're amazing.&lt;br /&gt;i really just need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;i need a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-5623187739860057082?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/5623187739860057082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/5623187739860057082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-might-be-long-post-so-bear-with-me.html' title='contact please'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-6447223356441104443</id><published>2008-10-27T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:30:45.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm white.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm white.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...&lt;br /&gt;so i have a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dilemmas&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dilemma one.&lt;br /&gt;i had one of THOSE dreams last night&lt;br /&gt;about a guy in my math class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his name is Andrew, and he's a senior.&lt;br /&gt;but he flirts with me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not sure if that's a compliment or not,&lt;br /&gt;since he flirts with Amber too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i had the dream because he touched me.&lt;br /&gt;he put his hand on my lower back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it isnt a big deal,&lt;br /&gt;but it was apparently enough to trigger my hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;but he's kind of cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better than having a dream about an ugly dude?!&lt;br /&gt;I am SO shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the dream isn't that big of a deal.&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i'll be in ANY position like that any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dilemma two.&lt;br /&gt;halloween is friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was invited to sam's party,&lt;br /&gt;but if I go,&lt;br /&gt;vittoria and omar will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everytime omar sees me,&lt;br /&gt;he'll say something about hating hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. i hate their fued.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish they were best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the only one who wants me there is sam,&lt;br /&gt;so what's the fucking point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate sam.&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;i love sam.&lt;br /&gt;he's so cute,&lt;br /&gt;with his little dimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM. WHY CAN'T YOU BE MY FRIEND?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why don't i have more friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. i'm white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-6447223356441104443?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6447223356441104443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6447223356441104443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-white.html' title='i&apos;m white.'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-94101681224014927</id><published>2008-10-24T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:30:24.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i found out that alex is cheating on christina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING&lt;br /&gt;GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to fucking shoot him!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how could he do this to her?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO WAY&lt;/span&gt; deserves thisssss!!!!&lt;br /&gt;they've been together for... &lt;strong&gt;more than seven months&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;he says he loves her.&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW she loves him.&lt;br /&gt;but what am i supposed to do?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT LET THIS HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;i can't sit back and watch her go on like everything is alright.&lt;br /&gt;christina is one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i going to do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who am i to &lt;strong&gt;ruin her life&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this could &lt;em&gt;kill &lt;/em&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;alex means the world to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me what to do )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-94101681224014927?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/94101681224014927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/94101681224014927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='!!!!!'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-7886425739757514162</id><published>2008-10-22T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:27:24.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why didn't i think about anyone else's feelings?&lt;br /&gt;why do i NEVER think about anyone else's feelings?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i ever think to consider how &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; was going to feel?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a fucking bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but so is she.&lt;br /&gt;i know what i did was wrong, but was my wrong worse than hers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-7886425739757514162?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/7886425739757514162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/7886425739757514162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/10/what.html' title='what?'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-9143408173469103815</id><published>2008-09-18T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:29:42.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm past the point of consolment</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm past the point of consolment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't written in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had a lot of shit going on.&lt;br /&gt;school.&lt;br /&gt;puppy.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i just got a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;other crap.&lt;br /&gt;and most of the time i'm just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life really sucks right now.&lt;br /&gt;i've been crying myself to sleep for the past six nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today on the bus i was contemplating suicide.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;life just doesnt seem so important anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high school is the worst thing that's ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;hunter was transferred to hanover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how horrible it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do myspace stuff.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to go.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-9143408173469103815?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/9143408173469103815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/9143408173469103815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-past-point-of-consolment.html' title='i&apos;m past the point of consolment'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-2210763656475654107</id><published>2008-08-19T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:29:26.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fuck life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck fuck fuck!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate stupid high school.&lt;br /&gt;this year is going to suck ASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't really feel like talking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i thought i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the twins and hunter came down to the river this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got to ride on the jetski with timothy.&lt;br /&gt;i liked that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cody and jessica are together.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i just wonder how long it will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got really bored yesterday, so i made this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SKrxbJ3A0HI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kHIlNvoGT7Q/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236262965577044082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SKrxbJ3A0HI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kHIlNvoGT7Q/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and hunter (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this morning i made this for jessica and cody:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SKryX6-h4kI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9CM1m-Lz5l4/s1600-h/jessica+and+cody.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236264009554059842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SKryX6-h4kI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9CM1m-Lz5l4/s320/jessica+and+cody.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunter saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he said it was weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i made this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SKrzLILS17I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Nn55ajN4HDU/s1600-h/jessica+and+hunter..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236264889270589362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/SKrzLILS17I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Nn55ajN4HDU/s320/jessica+and+hunter..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i showed hunter, and this is what he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop: i did it in about twenty seconds.&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop: so there.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: ...&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: wtf&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: why'd you do that?&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: haha&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: EW&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: ARE YOU SAYING I'M LIKE CODY?!&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop: does that look better than her with cody?&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: 0.o&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: wtf&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: why are you asking me this?&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: all you changed was the hair.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: she'd look better with a brown-haired guy&lt;br /&gt;AHHH skina: but not me.&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop: suuuuuure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. idk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like making those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtvr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want to type anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to help jessica pick out furniture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;later :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-2210763656475654107?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-6927542435945653469</id><published>2008-08-06T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:29:09.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lol. owned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol. owned.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;i told you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; try to get it up as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;and i did (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked hunter if he still had it saved on his computer.&lt;br /&gt;he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convenient!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;starshipstop (9:12:33 PM): god&lt;br /&gt;race4chicks (9:12:34 PM): jordan you there&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:12:38 PM): how much are you eating?&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:12:42 PM): oh&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:12:43 PM): sorry.&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:12:49 PM): the computer&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:12:51 PM): crashed&lt;br /&gt;race4chicks (9:13:02 PM): o&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:13:04 PM): yeah.&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:13:07 PM): all better.&lt;br /&gt;race4chicks (9:13:11 PM): ok&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:13:13 PM): gave it a bandaid&lt;br /&gt;race4chicks (9:13:23 PM): lol ok&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:13:30 PM): so what're you doing&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:13:52 PM): still watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:13:54 PM): ?&lt;br /&gt;race4chicks (9:14:40 PM): nothing timmy took over the tv so not watching tv any more cause wht he is watching is gay&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:14:51 PM): okay.&lt;br /&gt;race4chicks (9:14:57 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;race4chicks (9:15:23 PM): is jessica still in trouble from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:15:29 PM): idk&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:15:39 PM): why dont you fucking ask her yourself?&lt;br /&gt;race4chicks (9:15:40 PM): lauren said she was in trouble&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:16:03 PM): yeah.&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:16:04 PM): she was&lt;br /&gt;race4chicks (9:16:28 PM): is she still a**hole&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:16:38 PM): fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;race4chicks (9:16:46 PM): jk&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:16:52 PM): i dont care&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:16:57 PM): i REALLY&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:17:00 PM): dont give a shit&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:17:06 PM): call her if you want to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:17:11 PM): stop bothering me&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:17:13 PM): i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:17:15 PM): god.&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:17:28 PM): lauren too&lt;br /&gt;race4chicks (9:17:34 PM): sorry geez every one a dick today&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:17:37 PM): that's the only reason you talk to me anyways&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:17:38 PM): NO&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:17:42 PM): i am not the dick here.&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:17:44 PM): you are&lt;br /&gt;race4chicks (9:17:51 PM): no im not&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:18:02 PM): whatever cody&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:18:06 PM): you think you're so innocent&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:18:18 PM): you're such a douche all the time&lt;br /&gt;race4chicks (9:18:21 PM): whtever&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:18:24 PM): and you're insanely spoile&lt;br /&gt;starshipstop (9:18:27 PM): spoiled&lt;br /&gt;race4chicks went mobile at 9:18:29 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;hears something he doesn't like so he goes mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may think that that was just plain rude and came out of nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;it was rude.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of him bugging me about jessica and treating me like shit.&lt;br /&gt;it's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to treat him the way he treats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;i'll admit it.&lt;br /&gt;and frankly, i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treat me like shit and that's the exact same thing you'll get back.&lt;br /&gt;i won't put up with it.&lt;br /&gt;i can't STAND people like cody.&lt;br /&gt;they think they can do whatever the hell they want and just be treated so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, newsflash.&lt;br /&gt;he can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had saved it, but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;dammit &gt;.&lt;&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/5624800235654331565-6927542435945653469?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6927542435945653469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6927542435945653469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/08/lol-owned.html' title='lol. owned.'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-6268575267894858742</id><published>2008-08-05T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:28:30.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a quick informative</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just a quick informative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my jeesh.&lt;br /&gt;it's been almost a month since i've written &gt;.&lt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sorreh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that much happened.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's why i haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the only semi big things were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;morgan&lt;/span&gt; came down to the river one weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i got in an enormous fight with cody,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which i'll try and get on here as soon as possible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was so proud of myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it happened at the twins house, so i saved it there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i found out hunter and i wont be going to the same school next year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;high school is going to suck ass without him )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i met sam! sort of.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"lauren and jessica came back from their month long vacation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"hunter sold his house and "the farm" is being finished up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i saw it for the first time in july :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ate at mcDonald's (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YEW&lt;/span&gt;) with hunter. alone (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i found out hunter has synthesia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look it up if you don't know what it is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;lauren and jessica are coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;i have to go.&lt;br /&gt;until i write gain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-6268575267894858742?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6268575267894858742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/6268575267894858742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-quick-informative.html' title='just a quick informative'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-1552147133501499341</id><published>2008-07-10T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:25:24.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>myrtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;myrtle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people i know have been to myrtle beach before.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't.&lt;br /&gt;so this was my first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed in a room with Theresa-Ann and Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;Morgan and I became pretty good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa-Ann and I were really different.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebbecca, Morgan's sister (or half sister) is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;we all pretty much hate her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly (Morgan's mom) married Frank.&lt;br /&gt;and Rebbecca is their daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Frank is Morgan's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stepdad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't like him too much.&lt;br /&gt;he's so mean to her.&lt;br /&gt;she does everything around the house for him.&lt;br /&gt;and if he doesn't think it's good enough, he makes her do it again until he thinks it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to go into too much detail.&lt;br /&gt;you'd get so so bored.&lt;br /&gt;it was better to be there.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went swimming the day I got there.&lt;br /&gt;I went with Theresa-Ann because Morgan wasn't there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the top bunk, and Theresa-Ann got the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;poor Morgan got the floor.&lt;br /&gt;but we had this cushion thing.&lt;br /&gt;it was sort of like a cot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we swam the next day too.&lt;br /&gt;in the ocean of course.&lt;br /&gt;there was no pool.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even remember what we did after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what we did Friday either.&lt;br /&gt;but at night Morgan, Jacob, Rebbecca and I went for a walk on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;the fireworks were right above our heads!&lt;br /&gt;they were huge... and loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt;. can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;memburr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we saw Wall-E Saturday night though.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Theresa-Ann and her parents left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;onday&lt;/span&gt; everyone else did.&lt;br /&gt;except for my cousin, my grandparents, Morgan, and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; glad Morgan decided to stay with us.&lt;br /&gt;i would've been so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it stormed all day Monday, so we stayed indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went putt putting on T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uesday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;blahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;it was super fun.&lt;br /&gt;we drove back on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's been more than a week since i've seen Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;it's been so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i practically cried myself to sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know when i'll be able to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hh.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what else to write.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even feel like it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i've just been so...sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm ):&lt;br /&gt;hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until....later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-1552147133501499341?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/1552147133501499341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/1552147133501499341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/07/myrtle.html' title='myrtle'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-1529308865382116738</id><published>2008-07-01T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:25:07.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't written in forever.&lt;br /&gt;sorry &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lets start with christina's. that was fun. i got to play with her baby kitty vincent!!!!&lt;br /&gt;he's so freaking cute! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;we watched &lt;em&gt;red dragon &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; the silence of the lambs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they really aren't that scary.&lt;br /&gt;we didn't have enough time to watch &lt;em&gt;hannibal&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;hannibal rising.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sort of watched them out of order.&lt;br /&gt;stupid us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren and jessica came over Friday.&lt;br /&gt;lawl.&lt;br /&gt;that was kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunter came over for a bit Friday too.&lt;br /&gt;but he had to leave early because my parents were coming home early.&lt;br /&gt;sad face.&lt;br /&gt;and the idiot walked all the way from my house to target.&lt;br /&gt;then from there to best buy.&lt;br /&gt;then to the kohls-ish area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's like...far.&lt;br /&gt;and he's really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lauren and jessica went to the river with me that night.&lt;br /&gt;we rented all of the &lt;em&gt;hannibal&lt;/em&gt; movies too.&lt;br /&gt;lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got to the river, we went for a ride on cody's boat.&lt;br /&gt;cody is the guy who likes jessica.&lt;br /&gt;he's a year younger than we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched him wakeboard.&lt;br /&gt;he's really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that we walked around a while and went to see cody and timmy.&lt;br /&gt;timmy is the one who likes lauren.&lt;br /&gt;he's two years older than we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so retarded the whole weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched some of &lt;em&gt;red dragon&lt;/em&gt; that night,&lt;br /&gt;and the rest Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;it scared the crap out of lauren and jessica XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went on the boat with cody and timmy.&lt;br /&gt;because lauren and jessica wanted to learn how to wakeboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jessica went first.&lt;br /&gt;she got up the first time!&lt;br /&gt;which made timothy feel really shitty, because he couldn't even get up on the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor timmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she's pretty good for a novice.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren went next.&lt;br /&gt;she got up the first time too.&lt;br /&gt;poor, poor timmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lauren had trouble staying up.&lt;br /&gt;she blamed it on the fact that it was too hard to ride in the wake.&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;excuses excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to go get cody's nephew, hunter, so that lauren could take a break.&lt;br /&gt;and cody wanted to wakeboard back to the campground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the way back, cody went to jump.&lt;br /&gt;he jumps all the time.&lt;br /&gt;but this time, he was still leaning when he hit the water.&lt;br /&gt;he hit hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really bad.&lt;br /&gt;he was screaming in the water.&lt;br /&gt;timothy had to jump in and carry him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keith, cody's dad, was really calm.&lt;br /&gt;which was good.&lt;br /&gt;better to be calm than spazzing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out cody hyper-extended BOTH of his ankles.&lt;br /&gt;one worse than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went in for a while.&lt;br /&gt;cody couldn't walk.&lt;br /&gt;we went back to his trailer and tried watching &lt;em&gt;hannibal&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but we got bored so we just watched &lt;em&gt;red dragon&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out lauren and jessica weren't so scared the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cody tried to wakeboard again later.&lt;br /&gt;that wasn't a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;he did fine.&lt;br /&gt;but he caught an edge going straight.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me what that means, because i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;it was something he obviously do often though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he fell, and we pulled him in.&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't crying or screaming, but you could tell he was in pain.&lt;br /&gt;he couldn't walk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that kind of screwed up the rest of the weekend for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we ate dinner.&lt;br /&gt;this weekend was the fish fry.&lt;br /&gt;meaning its like a big cookout,&lt;br /&gt;but they fry fish all day.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone brings a covered dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Cody went to the hospital really early because he woke up with swolen ankles.&lt;br /&gt;yowch.&lt;br /&gt;so we were getting ready to go on OUR boat when he got back.&lt;br /&gt;he sprained them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Cody's a dumbass and a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't give a shit about me.&lt;br /&gt;the only reason he talks to me is because of the twins.&lt;br /&gt;manipulative little jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to get into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went on our boat for a while.&lt;br /&gt;but it broke down!&lt;br /&gt;the battery or something died or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my dad and Timothy's dad got it running again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we swam for a while after that.&lt;br /&gt;that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;then we had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the really cool part was before we left,&lt;br /&gt;when my granny invited me to go to myrtle beach with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it sounds dumb.&lt;br /&gt;but two other girls would be there.&lt;br /&gt;my second cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we would be staying in a&lt;br /&gt;two and a half million dollar house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a really really pretty house.&lt;br /&gt;my granny had pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so her sister, Madeline (who owns the house) was going to be there with her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other People who will be there...&lt;br /&gt;Madeline's husband, Joe.&lt;br /&gt;Madeline's daughter Mary-Theresa, her husband Fred and daughter Theresa-Ann.&lt;br /&gt;Madeline's son Frank, his wife Molly, and his two daughters Morgan and Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;Me, my uncle Donald, my granny, my grandad, and my cousin Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house is pretty big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i'm leaving on the second (wednesday).&lt;br /&gt;so i'll write after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-1529308865382116738?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/1529308865382116738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/1529308865382116738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow.html' title='blah.'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-4261537892709153473</id><published>2008-06-23T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:23:40.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was okay.&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went with my grandmother to a fabric store called JoAnn's.&lt;br /&gt;i got hello kitty fabric ^.^&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to make a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to IHOP. blegh.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt like it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to see hunter later (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;i haven't gotten to talk to him that much because his mother took his phone.&lt;br /&gt;for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;bitchh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that makes me super happy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to christina's house.&lt;br /&gt;that makes me happy too, because i get to see her.&lt;br /&gt;god i haven't seen her in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's another one of my close friends.&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i keep doing that.&lt;br /&gt;lalala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i'm in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;and that's good.&lt;br /&gt;better than feeling like shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there until eleven ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing super exciting is happening in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;so maybe something will tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you all about it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;gonna go talk to lauren on aim.&lt;br /&gt;and christina should be picking me up shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;and by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;URMOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-4261537892709153473?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/4261537892709153473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/4261537892709153473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/06/la.html' title='la'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-1018980232852900909</id><published>2008-06-22T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:23:26.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the twins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have some pretty cool friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;of course.&lt;br /&gt;i have more than just these two people.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;lauren and jessica are twins.&lt;br /&gt;and i've known them for ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can trust jessica with pretty much anything.&lt;br /&gt;lauren i can't tell some of the things i tell jessica.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm going to their house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;exciting.&lt;br /&gt;i will definitely not tell lauren about this whole blog thing.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know about jessica yet xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're coming to the river with me this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;the river is a campground that my family has a camper at.&lt;br /&gt;woo.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the guys down there, timothy, likes lauren.&lt;br /&gt;he's sixteen. but you wouldn't think that.&lt;br /&gt;it's not that he's like... super immature.&lt;br /&gt;well, he sort of is a little...&lt;br /&gt;but he just doesn't look sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say lauren and jessica and i look like triplets.&lt;br /&gt;we've told people that before.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm taller than them.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;that's definitely noticable.&lt;br /&gt;by like, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren just tries to do whatever jessica and i do.&lt;br /&gt;it kind of bugs us... like, whenever we change, she changes.&lt;br /&gt;whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;i was going to say a lot of stuff about the twins.&lt;br /&gt;because they're sort of in my life a lot.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i'll just explain along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-1018980232852900909?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/1018980232852900909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/1018980232852900909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/06/twins.html' title='the twins'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-3568009553413059658</id><published>2008-06-21T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:23:10.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hunter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hunter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my best friend is amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why is it that mostly everyone who is incredibly gifted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and talented beyond comprehension has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; home life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why can't things just be fine with the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why is something always screwing up life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's hunter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his mom hates him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he hates his mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she's beat him before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she yells at him and treats him like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i will never treat my child the way she treats him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's really smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he is pretty much into anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;music wise anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's completely turned my life around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he texts me every day (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but he told me his mom had just beat him really badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i nearly started to cry, but i was in the car with my mom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i didn't want her to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so he said he was going to run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know that he can't keep getting hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he doesn't deserve to be treated so poorly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i don't want him to run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rob lives with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hunter calls him his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stepdad&lt;/span&gt;, but his mom and rob aren't married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but he cares about hunter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he said that his mom might be kicking out rob too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i begged for hunter to talk to rob, and he said he would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; hoping he'll leave with rob if that's what has to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just wish i could understand why she treats her son so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her own son...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what am&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;i supposed to do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-3568009553413059658?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/3568009553413059658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/3568009553413059658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/06/hunter.html' title='hunter...'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624800235654331565.post-4574907750280558139</id><published>2008-06-20T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:22:47.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i hate my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this amazing guy.&lt;br /&gt;his name is hunter.&lt;br /&gt;and i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just an ordinary girl i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i have blond hair.&lt;br /&gt;and blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say i'm pretty.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's just a matter of opinion.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;you're not supposed to think you're pretty.&lt;br /&gt;unless you're a huge star with a huge ego.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate people.&lt;br /&gt;people are jerks.&lt;br /&gt;blagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems to make sense anymore.&lt;br /&gt;duck duck duck.&lt;br /&gt;same thing as fuck.&lt;br /&gt;just.&lt;br /&gt;i have a problem with cursing on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;i'm weirddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you continue to read my blog, you'll find that out pretty easily.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to write about my life... so i can look back on it later.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me a loser.&lt;br /&gt;call me whatever you wish.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm me.&lt;br /&gt;and you can't judge me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624800235654331565-4574907750280558139?l=myonlycanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/4574907750280558139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624800235654331565/posts/default/4574907750280558139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myonlycanvas.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hate-my-life.html' title='i hate my life'/><author><name>jordannicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622236609394587994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SaBTSKxs4A/S5rB0otvDyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/17ccZ1bU5jI/S220/0202001012-1'/></author></entry></feed>
