<?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-6437688270886921085</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:26:32.889-08:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='why am I so crazy'/><title type='text'>Becoming Blogged</title><subtitle type='html'>This is were you can feel me. Learn about a teen, going through it all. it's even better then Soaps.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-2778620499113597565</id><published>2009-01-12T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:46:21.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taco or grilled cheese sandwhich? who wins?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In a fight between a taco and a grilled chesse sandwhich, who would win? In a prison the taco( sorry so racist) but gilled chesse is super bad a##. All melty and stringy YUM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-2778620499113597565?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/2778620499113597565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=2778620499113597565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2778620499113597565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2778620499113597565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2009/01/taco-or-grilled-cheese-sandwhich-who.html' title='Taco or grilled cheese sandwhich? who wins?'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-7932415313045076392</id><published>2009-01-12T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:43:30.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep</title><content type='html'>dude every thing is shinen. i watched Hot Rod this weeked. Tottaly Primo ching ching(my new word for freakn A) Sorry bout sayn some bitchy stuff. My safe word will be whiskey. Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-7932415313045076392?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/7932415313045076392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=7932415313045076392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/7932415313045076392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/7932415313045076392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2009/01/yep.html' title='Yep'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-3729057782884691992</id><published>2009-01-09T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:47:46.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Next Life a Scene Suburban Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y66fPwqS2BQ/SWd_qT84CKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5RB8eGGHC8o/s1600-h/200px-2428432662_82f3021dc8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289336652256774306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y66fPwqS2BQ/SWd_qT84CKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5RB8eGGHC8o/s320/200px-2428432662_82f3021dc8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So who are we kidding? Scene kids are trying to set the latest trends. But you all look alike. The individuality has disappeared! You all are robots and look alike. And I won't deny it, I'm swept up in it all. it's like wearing a colorful mask. Makes you feel protected and nothing can touch you. That we are inferior. And we truly love being looked at. we are all so insecure! I also write a little bit of lyrics. And I'm writing a song titled "My Next Life a Scene Suburban Kid". Its going to be a winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-3729057782884691992?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/3729057782884691992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=3729057782884691992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3729057782884691992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3729057782884691992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-next-life-scene-suburban-kid.html' title='MY Next Life a Scene Suburban Kid'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y66fPwqS2BQ/SWd_qT84CKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5RB8eGGHC8o/s72-c/200px-2428432662_82f3021dc8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-3888425803865307257</id><published>2009-01-09T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:35:37.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I started to realize I like my boyfriend less and less. The way he never gives me enough affection, or love. He just seems to ignore me half the time. And he wrote me a notee before we started going out. that he just wish we were " a hookup". NOT DATING! I ignored it. well I started talkn to my ex Kyle. He treated me wonderfull! he was everything a boyfriend should be. And James wants me to lose my virginty to him. And I don't I think it won't be special. But I seriously see me loseing it to Kyle! Which is crazy! I hate feeling so mixed up. I've tried to talk to James about it. But he says he tries as hard as he can. That just pisses me off. So I feel like me and James realationship is hanging on a cliff. And were about to fall off it. And maybe I'll be glad. Anyway thats it in a nutshell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-3888425803865307257?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/3888425803865307257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=3888425803865307257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3888425803865307257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3888425803865307257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2009/01/hate-it.html' title='Hate it'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-1062440402805496337</id><published>2009-01-08T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:15:27.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots or Zombies</title><content type='html'>Now this debate is similar to the Ninja and pirate debate. Which on that case I'm not sure where I stand I lean more to the ninjas(super fast). Well robots kick serious butt. Zombies are just creepy and want to eat everybody(ewhat up with that?). And their skin is all rotten and they smell...need I say more. Robots can be really cute. Intelegent, can fix anyrhing, look like anything. My point made. Like OMG wallie the new robot movie. Can I hear a adorable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-1062440402805496337?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/1062440402805496337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=1062440402805496337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1062440402805496337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1062440402805496337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2009/01/robots-or-zombies.html' title='Robots or Zombies'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-9068252263365120113</id><published>2009-01-08T07:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:11:24.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum Dum Dum</title><content type='html'>Well school again. Well I have Art II with 3 exs and a guy who hates me cause I wouldn't hook up with him. Its just all so friggin snazzy! Got a new hair cut, pierced my lip, and look scene-a-fide. For those who do not know what a scene is. go to google type in scene and look for pics. That is the style I choose to rock, with my own little twists. So I know your all dieing to hear. Chris my ex came back. i have two classes with him. I can't avoid him, he actually seeks me out. And thinks my friends are his friends( who am I kidin they are). James is being pretty nice to me. Affectionate at times. so we planned to have a super special homecoming night but now I can't go. and it truly upsets me. Just a reminder Chris and Bethany are still going out. Though I'm used to it and am no longer mad at her. Though many people still are. I decided if they are happy together then let them be. Just being bored to much homework already. And I fell asleep in algebra( again). Hope your year has started off on the right foot, mines not to bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-9068252263365120113?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/9068252263365120113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=9068252263365120113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/9068252263365120113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/9068252263365120113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2009/01/dum-dum-dum.html' title='Dum Dum Dum'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-1277295480280171180</id><published>2008-12-23T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:00:26.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Taste of me</title><content type='html'>What to do about James. I do love as I always have, but this other guy is bubbling up in my heart as well. It will be fine as long  as we are just friends. But the way this guy is I might break that rule. I always end up hurting someone I love. And I have hurt James so much. If I do something foolish, then he'll truly hate me.&lt;br /&gt;                               Bitter winter&lt;br /&gt;                               Leaves so bitter from the winter air&lt;br /&gt;                               Where once light and green in the spring air&lt;br /&gt;                                The summer made them moist with dew in morning&lt;br /&gt;                                Right before the sun scorched the grass&lt;br /&gt;                                And burnt my pale skin&lt;br /&gt;                                When birds rarely flied for their wings were heavy with&lt;br /&gt;                                The summer's happiness&lt;br /&gt;                                That seems so long ago when brooks soothed my thirsty skin&lt;br /&gt;                                 Now frozen, all glazed over, barren and so dark&lt;br /&gt;                                 And the birds stay still took keep from freezing&lt;br /&gt;                                 I will wait for the time when all is fresh and new&lt;br /&gt;                                 When all rejoices at the sun&lt;br /&gt;                                 When i am whole and well again&lt;br /&gt;                                 The leaves will shine bright green once more&lt;br /&gt; Well theirs you taste of my poetry. I right about nature, modern things, and feelings. I will be submitting more of my work later. want to know a secret. I just made that up of the top of my head. I love to write, it helps me express what at first I could not talk about. I believe anyone is reading this they can see how much I've changed. I hope they were not to disgusted with my first posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-1277295480280171180?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/1277295480280171180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=1277295480280171180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1277295480280171180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1277295480280171180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/12/taste-of-me.html' title='Taste of me'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-8440015944629520608</id><published>2008-12-23T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:47:26.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;As&lt;em&gt;  mentioned once before, we will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;discussing&lt;/span&gt; TWILIGHT, right now. The books are well written the love so fresh and honest. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wrench's&lt;/span&gt; your heart and makes you swoon. Not to mention Its so dark. Dark is always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beautifully&lt;/span&gt;. Then I mean its about vampires! The most wicked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mythological&lt;/span&gt; creature their is( beside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;faeries&lt;/span&gt; of course). I would love to have my own prince of darkness. Now I'm not brain washed like most of the country. I read TWILIGHT when it came out in 2005. It it took 4 years to catch on! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; why I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; I'm a true fan. I finished the series a week ago( the last book). It was a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt; ending. Not at all tragic, like I hoped it might be. Of course Bella becomes a vampire and her and Edward live happily ever after. Very cookie cutter for a dark book. But as I said it was a fine ending. But what is with Edward. The only flaw her HAD was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;barely&lt;/span&gt; being able to resist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bella's&lt;/span&gt; blood. That guy was a god. Very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt;. Well get back to me on what you think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-8440015944629520608?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/8440015944629520608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=8440015944629520608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/8440015944629520608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/8440015944629520608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='TWILIGHT'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-3086014824283512125</id><published>2008-12-23T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:39:28.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My head is spinning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I put myself down in print but I realize you don't know me. I've never shared my art or poems. I haven't let the real me shine through. I bet you thought you got all of me but truly it was but a glimpse. I have talked to a person I'm not even sure exist. He is someone I always dreamed of meeting. Someone to discuss music, books, art, language, poetry, and philoshpy. This guy Carlos is extremely intelligent. I have never had a more stimulating conversation. He almost frustrates me with his insight. He just seemed to grab my attention and never give it back. I'm afraid I'm already obsessed. He is Gothic. Which warms me to my freezing toes. Maybe he's been damaged as bad as I have been. Guess this he lives very near me, we know the same people! I truly believe in fate know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-3086014824283512125?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/3086014824283512125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=3086014824283512125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3086014824283512125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3086014824283512125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-head-is-spinning.html' title='My head is spinning'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-4378858084123817354</id><published>2008-12-19T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T06:55:57.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start and end</title><content type='html'>well today is the last day of school. Christmas is 5 days away! Theirs a party after school today, James and I are going. I'm excited. I got ABBA CD for the gift exchange. It took me forever to think of, cause we had to give a gender friendly girt. And all I could think of was pens. And no one wants pens for Christmas. But that's about all that's going on. Oh yah my ex- best friend is a total skank. She is going out with the first guy I ever fell in love with. She calls me all the time to rub it in my face. They have done it, like 6 times. Oh and they only used protection 1/6. Gawd have fun being pregnant. Whatever I really shouldn't concern myself. Except he had cleaned up and made a good life for himself. Now he's screwing it up all over again. I am going to miss James over break. But I'll try not to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                Go ahead and let them talk/ their words mean nothing/ i know your  &lt;br /&gt;                                                 scared/well leave this place/ just turn around and letme see your&lt;br /&gt;                                                 face/&lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;METRO STATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-4378858084123817354?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/4378858084123817354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=4378858084123817354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/4378858084123817354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/4378858084123817354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/12/start-and-end.html' title='Start and end'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-3185008017639437690</id><published>2008-12-13T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:19:47.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin by my self</title><content type='html'>I cannot focus. Like James isn't at the same tournamet as me. Which basiclly sucks. i hate to sound whiney and attached( cause James seems to hate it when people get attached) Like he crazily refuses to relize that people do get attached, ussualy it's not planned at all. So I love candy coated kisses from the one I love. Take that emo kids. Whatever that means. Ok Dane Cook has to be the funniest comedian in the world.  Though he does drop the F bomb alot. Yesterday made me tottaly feel like a marathon runner. I was up and down flight of stairs super fast. well thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-3185008017639437690?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/3185008017639437690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=3185008017639437690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3185008017639437690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3185008017639437690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/12/chillin-by-my-self.html' title='Chillin by my self'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-6500664435362526803</id><published>2008-12-13T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:58:45.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...........</title><content type='html'>Well I'm enjoying my crappy cup of coffee I made! Thinking more sleep would have helped. Everyone else is zonked out. So Twilight, Love it hate it? I personally think they are good books. I haven't seen the movie. I'm kinda afraid too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-6500664435362526803?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/6500664435362526803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=6500664435362526803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/6500664435362526803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/6500664435362526803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/12/well.html' title='Well...........'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-2495545479764730570</id><published>2008-12-13T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:55:36.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full circle</title><content type='html'>Dude I knew it would happen me and James again. We danced around each other all summer and finally got together. He's in debate club with me. I love being around him. Just like old times. I just really feel comfortable around him. Guess what he got me for Christmas, a CD. I knew that would happen. It's FOREVER THE SICKEST KIDS. I Frackin love it. So its super early I can't sleep. On a trip. My partner and I won all 4 rounds of debate. Then we got back to the hotel and got to swim in the inside pool. I always knew that James and me could not stay from each other. Gosh my roommate is snoring loud!!!! LOL Anywho I try to keep in touch. But you guys don't depend on me. Love the haters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-2495545479764730570?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/2495545479764730570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=2495545479764730570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2495545479764730570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2495545479764730570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/12/full-circle.html' title='Full circle'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-1543984979250889376</id><published>2008-10-29T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:04:06.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Almost a year ago when I started this blog. Almost Halloween, I can't beleieve all the shiz that has happened since last year. I have a BF again. I talked to him for 3 weeks straight. And we have been going out for a week now. I'm pretty happy. His name is Patrick. I asked my dad if I could have a boyfriend, and he said yes! Which is serious. I'd never asked before. We do alot of cute couple things. And we both hate olives. And his fav color is red, which used to be mine. But he has votech in the morning so I don't see him for 4 hours! I got a cell phone! and now I text him alll the time. La La La. So excited.I haver a quizbowl tournament the 1st&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-1543984979250889376?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/1543984979250889376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=1543984979250889376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1543984979250889376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1543984979250889376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-4484556198998320875</id><published>2008-10-08T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:58:54.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now now thats wrong!</title><content type='html'>yha now I thought I wanted to be in love. But I'm no longer interested in serious stuff. I just want to goof around with all kinds of guys. I mean it's high school and some people need to lighten up. Yah sum of my friens are mad that I broke up wit  T****(boyfriend) and started being interested in other dudes. To me its my choice! It's not like I cheated on him. Oh god Tim Burton is a funny poet writer. G2G&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-4484556198998320875?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/4484556198998320875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=4484556198998320875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/4484556198998320875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/4484556198998320875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/10/now-now-thats-wrong.html' title='Now now thats wrong!'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-3094756060620639503</id><published>2008-10-01T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:55:07.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Total fun and Bulls**t</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;School hum, is awesome. I'm doing fantastically on my grades. I'm in debate club and quiz bowl. And I have to write a case for the debate thing. It makes me excited and nervous. So I just broke up with my 14 year old boyfriend. We had been going out a month and 3 days. It's like I want to be in love and he is so young. Sometimes its like we are friend then friends with benefits. we are not connecting. He didn't remember my fav color of other obvious stuff about me. Plus I am crazy for this intelligent, funny, happy, silly, and awesome guy. And he really likes me. That's a very watered down version of whats going on. The guys are normally just interested in hooking up with me cause of my looks. Which is major bulls**t. So I'm pretty happy go lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-3094756060620639503?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/3094756060620639503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=3094756060620639503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3094756060620639503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3094756060620639503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/10/total-fun-and-bullst.html' title='Total fun and Bulls**t'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-2249787956111847872</id><published>2008-07-31T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:50:17.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeat youself</title><content type='html'>sometimes it is trully like I have memory loss or brain damage-neither very pretty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-2249787956111847872?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/2249787956111847872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=2249787956111847872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2249787956111847872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2249787956111847872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/07/repeat-youself.html' title='Repeat youself'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-3909162110718196678</id><published>2008-07-31T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:44:11.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets clear the air</title><content type='html'>I  about few things so I wouldn't get in trouble(on here). So I used to be super sensitive. I fell for ever guy who so as glanced in my direction. I was hurt so easily by a harsh word. But i rellay grew and developed this year. I grew up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-3909162110718196678?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/3909162110718196678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=3909162110718196678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3909162110718196678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3909162110718196678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-clear-air.html' title='Lets clear the air'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-4877536138020372107</id><published>2008-07-31T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:38:04.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeez</title><content type='html'>My first entry makes me wanna laugh and vomit. I guess you could say i was pretty emo. And that's just real sad. I didn't even follow my own advice.But life is full of mistakes. I f**ed my grades up. I hurt all the people I cared about. I lost my self respect. I let others use me. I even contemplated becoming a major slut. But one day i woke up. I person i respect very much told me point blank" WHO THE F**K ARE YOU?" Just like her I couldn't recognise myself. I was hollowed eyed. So very empty. Instead of dieing I dragged my self from the(self)wreckage. Mabye others can learn from my expirence. I know I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-4877536138020372107?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/4877536138020372107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=4877536138020372107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/4877536138020372107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/4877536138020372107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/07/jeez.html' title='Jeez'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-1412235465550668139</id><published>2008-07-31T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:29:03.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom plucked</title><content type='html'>Theres this relient k song and this piece from it is frankly beautiful&lt;br /&gt;"you said the words I knew you knew/oh god oh god I needed you"&lt;br /&gt;if you ever hear this song. you'll see what I mean. Lyrics are what you want to say at certain times but you could neve think of it. If i needed one word to describe me- BUBBLY. If anyone I know is reading this-well it wouldn't take a rocket scinetest to figur its me.All my old blogs you gotta ignore. this is like.  a internet diary. Feeling are for one fleeting second, but words are carved forever. But not on my stone. sure i felt that way at one time. and I'm glad I have the records so I always rember stuff but I'm not that person anymore. So everyone who I know who is in these words- forgive me if I hurt you or piss you of the facts remain the same-THIS IS LIFE. We'll you've all been so good for listeing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-1412235465550668139?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/1412235465550668139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=1412235465550668139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1412235465550668139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1412235465550668139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/07/wisdom-plucked.html' title='Wisdom plucked'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-3167720761053772936</id><published>2008-07-31T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:10:20.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The calvary is comin</title><content type='html'>Just sent the word. I rellay hope someone comes and checks it out. So my favorite things?          &lt;br /&gt;                                                         1. my boyfreind&lt;br /&gt;                                                          2.Birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;                                                         3. goffyness(got plenty of that to share)&lt;br /&gt;                                                         4.hearts&lt;br /&gt;                                                          5.music&lt;br /&gt;                                                          6.BLING-BLING(haha)&lt;br /&gt;                                                           7.Chessy one liners(is heaven missing an angel?)&lt;br /&gt;                                                           8.cooking&lt;br /&gt;                                                            9. catchin some zzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;                                                             10.laughing tell I cry&lt;br /&gt;                                                             11.Being normal(now heres a laugh)&lt;br /&gt;                                                              12.Daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;                                                              13.watching family guy-only to have to say what the f##k&lt;br /&gt;                                                              14.Poetry&lt;br /&gt;                                                               15.ABBA&lt;br /&gt;                                                               16.disney movies(alice in wonderland)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                17.popscicles&lt;br /&gt;                                                                18. summer&lt;br /&gt;      well dudes thats enough for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-3167720761053772936?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/3167720761053772936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=3167720761053772936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3167720761053772936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3167720761053772936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/07/calvary-is-comin.html' title='The calvary is comin'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-1030778086143167039</id><published>2008-07-31T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:50:01.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back for good</title><content type='html'>long time. So I really have to get peoples attention. I read over my blog. It definitely is a piece of work. I think I'll hit up my myspace friends. So i lost 7 pounds this summer. My dad had to get a pace maker and get healthy. So I did to i know weigh  129. which I'm proud of. Last summer I weigh 152. On a 5foot2 frame. I'm now 5'6. i just ran allot-cut out junk food.Learned to make organic dishes. Which was the most fun. so school starts in two weeks for me. I really should have wrote through the summer. But I was way to busy. Are you ready for another year? I know I am. I promise it won't be so crazy. I plan to work my fingers to the bone stay true to my real friends.Something tried to kill me back there. all those months ago(theatrically speaking). But I won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-1030778086143167039?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/1030778086143167039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=1030778086143167039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1030778086143167039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1030778086143167039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-for-good.html' title='back for good'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-1197878488886673482</id><published>2008-05-21T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:10:19.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D.C.F.C and Hott Pink</title><content type='html'>Got new DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE. Knowledge on that stuff. It's amazing. If they could package up heaven and sale it, then that would be it!! summer vacation has kicked off. And hott pink nail polish is in! Hope your summer is all you ever wanted!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-1197878488886673482?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/1197878488886673482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=1197878488886673482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1197878488886673482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1197878488886673482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/05/dcfc-and-hott-pink.html' title='D.C.F.C and Hott Pink'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-4333626570445693872</id><published>2008-05-09T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T11:14:33.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wanna dance and have everyone look. I so glad summer is coming so i can chill and have some fun.;) i might go to Nashville and Tennessee. But I got to survive P.E first. Oppsy got my bf sic. Oh well he'll get over it! so I got have people read this. I need to communicate. so begins the Quest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-4333626570445693872?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/4333626570445693872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=4333626570445693872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/4333626570445693872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/4333626570445693872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wanna-dance-and-have-everyone-look.html' title='Horray'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-2027184369121121660</id><published>2008-05-06T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:41:59.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel that i wish people read this. People, like docters want to learn about teens, they should read my blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-2027184369121121660?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/2027184369121121660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=2027184369121121660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2027184369121121660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2027184369121121660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-feel-that-i-wish-people-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-5596319701567639020</id><published>2008-05-06T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:40:39.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can live, I can survive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so much , so great!!!!!!!!! Austin and me hung out and my grades are better. WE had are first &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kiss&lt;/span&gt; then we made out and um after a month and a week of being w/him I said the L word. He's going to be my first summer bf!!! It's amazing. Summer is comen!!!!!! Love is in the air. And I got 50 dollars to spend. Bring on the world, my attitude has improved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He can hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and never see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He can feel me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but never touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He can breathe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but suffocate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;this is what &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can hardly wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-5596319701567639020?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/5596319701567639020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=5596319701567639020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/5596319701567639020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/5596319701567639020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-can-live-i-can-survive.html' title='I can live, I can survive'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-5809685507423395230</id><published>2008-04-24T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:19:37.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain rain go away</title><content type='html'>Rainy today and alot of people got some problems but i'm fine. Austin.............whatever  don't even want to talk about him. why does this keep happining? Like I said it's an emo world&lt;br /&gt;                                  swirling green down a window pane&lt;br /&gt;                                   green running in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;                                    green carreseing your chilled finger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-5809685507423395230?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/5809685507423395230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=5809685507423395230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/5809685507423395230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/5809685507423395230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain-rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, rain rain go away'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-9125275603282492646</id><published>2008-04-23T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:43:36.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geeting better all the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So I started dressing sunshiny and making the friends I had before "the group". Which is all the metal punks I hung with. So I feel so much better.  Manicures are so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-9125275603282492646?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/9125275603282492646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=9125275603282492646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/9125275603282492646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/9125275603282492646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/04/geeting-better-all-time.html' title='Geeting better all the time'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-6238860522529778863</id><published>2008-04-23T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:35:05.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are alot better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-6238860522529778863?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/6238860522529778863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=6238860522529778863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/6238860522529778863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/6238860522529778863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-are-alot-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-5297676485878272372</id><published>2008-04-07T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:45:55.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO CARES!!!!</title><content type='html'>People say I'm to grown up for this place.................................. it's so shitty...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-5297676485878272372?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/5297676485878272372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=5297676485878272372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/5297676485878272372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/5297676485878272372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-cares.html' title='WHO CARES!!!!'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-7668845654460271469</id><published>2008-04-07T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:41:28.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A blanket of Despair</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well today freakin blows. A Junior at my small school died. In a car wreck. He was hill topping with another boy. His name was Gauge. He died and the other boy is in the ICU. He could possibly be a vegetable. Only a half a day tomorrow. The whole school is racked by grief. I'm sad even though I didn't know him that well-to think he'll never have a wife,or kids. It's so bad. Then me and Kyle broke up. On this awful day. But I'm sorta relieved. I like this guy named Austin, and I still like James. Wicca and self hypnosis is my only escape. And Bethany drifts so far away. Oh well I don't care its all a shit hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-7668845654460271469?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/7668845654460271469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=7668845654460271469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/7668845654460271469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/7668845654460271469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-today-freakin-blows.html' title='A blanket of Despair'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-2003046060964407161</id><published>2008-03-28T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T08:48:23.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Fresh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It has been a while. Kyle came back. we've dated then we broke up. We got back together and discussed are differences. Even though ti was for 3 days it was miserable. yesterday I had to get my eyes checked. It was OK. The most AMAZING movie I've seen in my whole life is, ACROSS THE UNIVERSE. The Beatles. The people, the protesting. And I've now written a 9 chapter story. And for the last two months struggled with cutting and bulimia....I've gotten help. And kyle makes things better. I've started practicing Wicca. And find relief there. to everyone out there, keep on going, life's better everyday. Don't waste it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-2003046060964407161?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/2003046060964407161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=2003046060964407161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2003046060964407161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2003046060964407161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/03/start-fresh.html' title='Start Fresh'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-7279908641337595888</id><published>2008-02-25T09:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:02:33.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OMG OMG amazing movie is Across The Universe. Blow your mind. Musicical about the hippies and The Beatles................more later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-7279908641337595888?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/7279908641337595888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=7279908641337595888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/7279908641337595888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/7279908641337595888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/02/omg-omg-amazing-movie-is-across.html' title=''/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-9172642021943164202</id><published>2008-02-25T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:00:30.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Been a while. Brad has come to a full circle. He is completely a dick. And so it's pretty much over. 2 other guys like me. Kyle(ex bf who I cheated on w/Chris) he just moved back(been gone 4 months) Then this guy named Austin Vandunbuckle. It's crazy..............so no ROCK STAR for lunch wah........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-9172642021943164202?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/9172642021943164202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=9172642021943164202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/9172642021943164202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/9172642021943164202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/02/recent.html' title='Recent'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-7803761019582269023</id><published>2008-02-05T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:16:19.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My head is not ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Is it silly to pretend to a rich bi- yah know...I like to be mean just for alittle while. It gets rid of so much stress!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BFF thinks I'm acting funny which I am I guess....Not my fault.Life dealed me a crappy hand of cards. Deppresion hits suddnely .Yah know? I still cut I can't quit. Every two weeks. I let it heal then start again.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-7803761019582269023?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/7803761019582269023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=7803761019582269023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/7803761019582269023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/7803761019582269023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-head-is-not-ok.html' title='My head is not ok'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-6270332513279793841</id><published>2008-02-05T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:11:16.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;not like 130 is fat cause I'm fine with it. I just feel so strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-6270332513279793841?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/6270332513279793841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=6270332513279793841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/6270332513279793841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/6270332513279793841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-like-130-is-fat-cause-im-fine-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-1106135111227243431</id><published>2008-02-05T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:10:33.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White pills aren't for me(right?!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am so right I'm tired of guys. But I want to have one Brad is a good BF though. He dosen't deserve me. I just wish he was more my type. I watched Garden State and cried. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It was fucking amazing&lt;/span&gt;........I never seen such &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;. I want that. Zach Braff is just amazing. I think I'm going to throw up. I eat like a horse lately. I weigh like 130 . And probaly more now....God why do I feel so crazy........................wah...................snifffles...I'm good...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-1106135111227243431?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/1106135111227243431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=1106135111227243431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1106135111227243431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1106135111227243431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/02/white-pills-arent-for-meright.html' title='White pills aren&apos;t for me(right?!)'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-4752205863863246736</id><published>2008-02-05T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:00:45.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love triangles make me sic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;James, Brad, James, Brad...........I'm so confused I don't want to hurt Brad or go back to James. Guess what I found out is my body wants to be pregnant so bad that I feel the pregnant symptoms. WEIRD! So anyway a guy I like leaned in and put his nose up to me and my heart nearly exploded..........cause I thought he was going to kiss me.........and I wanted him to. Brad rellay likes me! I just get in these weird moods. And these damn symptoms don't help. I rellay want a baby .....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-4752205863863246736?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/4752205863863246736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=4752205863863246736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/4752205863863246736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/4752205863863246736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-triangles-make-me-sic.html' title='Love triangles make me sic'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-9182872411440940124</id><published>2008-01-25T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:49:32.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not alone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today has felt like an odd day. Everyone keeps asking how I am, but truthfully I am not sure how I feel. Sometimes I feel like dancing then at the same time crying. And Bethany needs support. Cause she and her bf( who just isn't mature enough) did it. And know he is acting strange. I think they should have waited. I just don't feel like making an effort. Last night was the worst. Dad being all pissy about everything. and my wrist is so sore now. So I cut my hip. Bethany pretends she knows all about, but sometimes she is to fake and involved w/ herself. I don't understand anymore. Since James, I've just screwed up and it's not like he'll take me back. And I still miss Chris..........I know it's wrong. He doesn't deserve it. Sometimes I feel so grownup? that It's time to die. And when I'm with a current BF I am thinking about the next one. feeling alone would be great, then there wouldn't be these problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                    How much longer can my shoulders hold up the wait of the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-9182872411440940124?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/9182872411440940124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=9182872411440940124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/9182872411440940124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/9182872411440940124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-not-alone.html' title='I&apos;m not alone?'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-8422435113830206829</id><published>2008-01-17T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:00:46.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies written for liars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Geez! God I sound like a fucking 13 year old. Can't spell a thing. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-8422435113830206829?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/8422435113830206829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=8422435113830206829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/8422435113830206829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/8422435113830206829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/01/lies-written-for-liars.html' title='Lies written for liars'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-169729280077538951</id><published>2008-01-17T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T09:25:15.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Things have changed alot. Me and James are over. And in some why it is a relief. I just not attracted to him. We broke up over no communication. And he hates me because I moved on. I just don't like being alone. I am a strong woman, but this is what I need. His name is Brad. He is really refreshing. Tall, well built. And when I kissed him, whoa hadn't felt like that in two months.  we talk on the fun and it is great. I give alot in relationships. But I always hope for something back, you'd thing I'd give up. Its like I have short time memory loss. Brad is so down to earth. James controlled himself. I think he takes longer to dress than I do. And Chris, just as a guy hes cool, but in relationships he sucks. So I'm rellay sick. I have infections in my  body trying to kill me. But things are working as in medicine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-169729280077538951?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/169729280077538951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=169729280077538951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/169729280077538951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/169729280077538951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-now.html' title='this is now'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-8575024745014218383</id><published>2008-01-02T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:40:26.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think we have an emergancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SO  hum is it bad cutting hum my bad. Your cove is all I think about. COVE my new dirty word from the help of  beathanys bro. And bee says commericals make me laugh or her I'm skipping  guitar practice...........my arm bleeds and I like it...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-8575024745014218383?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/8575024745014218383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=8575024745014218383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/8575024745014218383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/8575024745014218383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-we-have-emergancy.html' title='I think we have an emergancy'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-6766564344928715103</id><published>2007-12-18T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T11:02:13.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have you ever looked at your partener and wondered can he hurt  me. Do I see him abusing me? (or her) It is a funny question. Last night my dad said if thats a lip ring your life is over. I'm sad about it, i mean it wa sa part of my life. I'm getting out for spring break!!! Except I'll miss James. He got me &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SCARY KIDS SCARING KIDS&lt;/span&gt; CD for christmas.Hes so sweet...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-6766564344928715103?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/6766564344928715103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=6766564344928715103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/6766564344928715103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/6766564344928715103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/12/wonder.html' title='Wonder'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-8401687101830787982</id><published>2007-12-14T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:04:45.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh yah sean my beats in my heart all night long can you feel it.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                         You took me home I drank to much, cause of you my liver turns to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                         when your heart drops to the floor like an open  bleeding sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                          then you wil bleed like ive bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-8401687101830787982?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/8401687101830787982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=8401687101830787982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/8401687101830787982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/8401687101830787982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-yah-sean-my-beats-in-my-heart-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-730456805329118444</id><published>2007-12-14T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:00:37.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why am I so crazy'/><title type='text'>I'M MOST WANTED BY PARENTS .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So lets set the scene ..Camera phone on video...Bethany ready..1.2.3 pierce. Now you have a Monroe...oops some one told........millions of teachers..........calls Ur mom........she storms in and takes you away..........she hates me tells me to stay out of your fucking life.........she takes you away .........all the stuff you cherish.....POOF!!!!!! but your li'bro says you'll be back next Wednesday ............YES ....will be awkward between us.........having your mom hating me and all.............yikes....well this is the conclusion....don't take risks when your heart(and gut). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-730456805329118444?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/730456805329118444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=730456805329118444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/730456805329118444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/730456805329118444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-most-wanted-by-parents.html' title='I&apos;M MOST WANTED BY PARENTS .....'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-4817436890579320554</id><published>2007-12-06T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T09:48:34.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What*say my name*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yesterday James told me a secret so earth shattering. And I still love him...he was afraid I wouldn't love him any more. No he is not gay.hahhahahahah I just feel like writing this. So you know what I hate......crappy lip gloss. You know sparkles and gummy and stupid colors. i like clear colors that highlight what you got....and guys like how  good you taste and how soft your lips are. Also guys like to smell your hair and rub it .Why is it so interesting to them? On another thing I hate is when people judge you by how you dress or how much you and your freaking friends hang out and hug and what not.  Do you think revenge is sweet ,i do it tastes jelly belly's.or was it gummy bears................So this little dude made fun of me and called me emo bitch metal face....so he has community  service. So he had  to clean the school windows. He walks away and I smear my face,spit, And gum on it.It was a great mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i can't wait  to see James. i can't face my mirror ...........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That one guy named Sean makes laugh he can't remember my name, that's  to bad...................to be continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-4817436890579320554?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/4817436890579320554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=4817436890579320554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/4817436890579320554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/4817436890579320554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/12/say-whatsay-my-name.html' title='Say What*say my name*'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-7172512635419407009</id><published>2007-11-27T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:23:42.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are much better between me and James. Sometimes though I don't think I show him enough affection. Like when he kisses me on the cheeck except i move so thats what he is kissing.  I feel it's cause I don't want the whole world watching us. And also like, theres this guy named jessie who is sorta my friend. But someone, I don't know who told his girlfriend that i was after him to sabotoge their relationship.which is fucking stupid cause Jesse is notype. He makes me feel insecure about myself and just really everything about him makes him not my type. He's too pretty. And I admit that because come on, everyone knows Jesse is pretty. So, him and Macee (his girlfriend) are really in love, they are never fucking apart. And I'd like to rip whoever said that's fucking face off. The important matter is: I really like James. How much he likes me is the question now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-7172512635419407009?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/7172512635419407009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=7172512635419407009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/7172512635419407009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/7172512635419407009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-are-much-better-between-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-1731310041325895270</id><published>2007-11-21T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T08:25:27.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does this happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanksgiving break. Yahoo.............James didn't come and see me today..I wish he had. And one of my exes still likes me and well I really liked him. But things were nice yet awkward.......so it was over. And he misses me except he found out I had a bf. So he told my best friend she couldn't tell me, but she did. So I'm sorta confused, cause I like James, sometimes it doesn't feel great.............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-1731310041325895270?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/1731310041325895270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=1731310041325895270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1731310041325895270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1731310041325895270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-does-this-happen.html' title='Why does this happen'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-1099814642293747257</id><published>2007-11-19T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T11:19:14.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Feelimgs</title><content type='html'>Scary I am super excited to smoke some methanol camels.............So amazing feelings. When something so freaking awesome happens you grab the closest person and hug awkwardly. or when you go to the lake or river and you jump in.The water is so cool and when you come up you want to scream. And you feel so clean even your teeth do.  Then your friend says something so hilarious and you laugh so hard your stomach hurts and you just want to quit which makes you laugh harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-1099814642293747257?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/1099814642293747257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=1099814642293747257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1099814642293747257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/1099814642293747257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/11/great-feelimgs.html' title='Great Feelimgs'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-2640782644879757296</id><published>2007-11-16T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T10:03:14.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT????????/</title><content type='html'>Craig Owens makes me think of walnuts..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-2640782644879757296?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/2640782644879757296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=2640782644879757296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2640782644879757296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2640782644879757296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/11/what.html' title='WHAT????????/'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-8099067084463344579</id><published>2007-11-14T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T10:56:22.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama dished out with aside of no you didn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So hum.....Danielle scratched her ex Jared up pretty bad cause well shes physcotic. As Ariel puts it "she's the girl on cop watch who's butt-naked, running from the cops ripping her hair out" not good right?!? Then Kat my other friend is mad about me smoking(cause I guess she doesn't want me to get hurt) and she's mad at Ariel for encouraging me. So she sat a far from my friends and me and ripped her friendship bracelets off. She so emo, but in a scary way. James is even  worried.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                        emo fighting a "wrist" problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-8099067084463344579?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/8099067084463344579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=8099067084463344579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/8099067084463344579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/8099067084463344579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/11/drama-dished-out-with-aside-of-no-you.html' title='Drama dished out with aside of no you didn&apos;t'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-7401267764619898391</id><published>2007-11-14T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T10:46:38.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Changes Happen for the Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So I smoked my first cigarettes... which is fine cause I'm legal...but It's just not me.But I loved watching the smoke curl up in the drizzle and cold air. So me and my friends just seem to enjoy it. So I got Guitar lessons in two hours. My bff and her bf is taking it with me. Ariel died her hair purple It looks awesome. And I cut my bangs all choppy also James made me a mixed CD.He is wow just so Amazing which just doesn't even cover it...........how much does he feel for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;                                                                                    Super happy but just a bit confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-7401267764619898391?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/7401267764619898391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=7401267764619898391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/7401267764619898391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/7401267764619898391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-changes-happen-for-best.html' title='New Changes Happen for the Best'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-8037282695641682444</id><published>2007-11-09T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T11:01:57.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guitar</title><content type='html'>Today I opend my locker found guitar gifts from Ariel. She begs for forgiveness which I give gladly cause I love her. She also gave me a new pick.It's pink,clearish and says FENDER. I just might  get ISS today argh oh well. So tHATS TODAYS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-8037282695641682444?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/8037282695641682444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=8037282695641682444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/8037282695641682444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/8037282695641682444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/11/guitar.html' title='guitar'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-437627999168630889</id><published>2007-11-08T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:36:55.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't hate anymore</title><content type='html'>Ariel(one of my friends) has disappointed me. I guess we were playing around and she pulled my hair, and I threw my book at her, so we got in the hall messing around. Then I tugged on her purse hard. She yanked me buy my hair tugging me around and I'm whipsering.....please stop.I was just shoked. Then she pushed me hard against a locker. I just ran down the hall crying. I was in school it was'nt cool&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              should I be afraid,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   *weeping for my broken frienship*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-437627999168630889?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/437627999168630889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=437627999168630889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/437627999168630889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/437627999168630889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-hate-anymore.html' title='I can&apos;t hate anymore'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-3627955013066020624</id><published>2007-11-07T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:28:09.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't talk about me and James to 3 of my friends hey like him!! Argh and I can't talk about it and I want to gush. He tastes like bubble gum, and takes it slow. Its hard to adjust for chris was way different. And I love getting to know James and I can't help he likes me, cause &lt;em&gt;I like him...........................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-3627955013066020624?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/3627955013066020624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=3627955013066020624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3627955013066020624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3627955013066020624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-tell.html' title='I can&apos;t tell'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-8061262366376995283</id><published>2007-11-05T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:39:14.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*oh my goodness*</title><content type='html'>I cant stop thinking of him! We hugged and he kissed my cheek!! He smells amazing I love to see him laugh and stand close to him. Wow I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relay&lt;/span&gt; fall hard , will there be a pile of fluffy stuffed animals to catch me? Cause Chris left me feeling as if I had slammed my knees into sharp glass, leaving me bleeding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;drowning&lt;/span&gt; in my blood.*Hides my face in shame and horror*&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                      &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;physicked&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-8061262366376995283?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/8061262366376995283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=8061262366376995283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/8061262366376995283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/8061262366376995283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-my-goodness.html' title='*oh my goodness*'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-3592143959477703814</id><published>2007-11-05T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:30:55.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*screaming in my head*</title><content type='html'>My excitment about james bubbles up&lt;br /&gt;trying to form words, A shout&lt;br /&gt;I giggle and laugh, I must let them out&lt;br /&gt;this is how i feel thinking i can love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in over my head, EMO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-3592143959477703814?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/3592143959477703814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=3592143959477703814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3592143959477703814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3592143959477703814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-excitment-about-james-bubbles-up.html' title='*screaming in my head*'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-5147012100718303202</id><published>2007-11-05T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:36:16.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH YAH</title><content type='html'>jAMES SAID YES. I'M SO HAPPY! cRAZIENESS! ME AND DANELLIE ARE SIC SUCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-5147012100718303202?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/5147012100718303202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=5147012100718303202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/5147012100718303202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/5147012100718303202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-yah_05.html' title='OH YAH'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-3240645238271039410</id><published>2007-11-05T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:35:11.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH YAH</title><content type='html'>Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!OMG I asked James he's liked me for along time!!! He was just shy. That jerk made me and dannielle sic!!!! Argh! Hey I get to hang after school mabye me and James can!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-3240645238271039410?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/3240645238271039410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=3240645238271039410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3240645238271039410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/3240645238271039410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-yah.html' title='OH YAH'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-199441404712316726</id><published>2007-11-05T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:00:52.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY</title><content type='html'>Yes it seems james likes me, except he didn't tell me cause he didn't know I liked him I'm about to ask him wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-199441404712316726?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/199441404712316726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=199441404712316726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/199441404712316726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/199441404712316726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy.html' title='HAPPY'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-2822088247035432561</id><published>2007-11-02T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T11:19:04.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I broke up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;! But I didn't talk to him. I told my friend that I never  want to talk to him again.  Today he didn't show up to school. They are going to kick him out. He is not going to graduate. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; this nice guy at school...... He is in a band, a kind guy, funny, understands my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes I find him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;starring&lt;/span&gt; at me, Does this means he likes me? Am I rushing into things? I don't want to end up at the same brick wall banging my head against it. All my friends have great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt; and all guys want is to bang me. and if I say no I'm undesirable. These guys seem perfect to!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       used and abused sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-2822088247035432561?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/2822088247035432561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=2822088247035432561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2822088247035432561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2822088247035432561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-again.html' title='Not again'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-7407822379457289381</id><published>2007-11-01T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:05:50.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twos sides of messed up love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Will I ever be able to forgive him? can I move on? I mean Chris was my dream. Funny , loves music,  good to talk to, and I mean when are lips connected it was magic. Notice all the was?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My heart is truly empty to him. He will have no way to save him self in my eyes. I'm afraid maybe he wanted to break up with me along time ago and this is easier for him, I don't know. I wish I had options but there's no way he was innocent. See I like him so much I just want to wake up, and this never happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;                                                             shadowed, confussed, and reckless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-7407822379457289381?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/7407822379457289381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=7407822379457289381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/7407822379457289381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/7407822379457289381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/11/twos-sides-of-messed-up-love.html' title='Twos sides of messed up love'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-2814322799359333861</id><published>2007-11-01T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T10:50:27.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood mixed with my tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today the world seems to end. My boyfriend had cheated on me with one of my good friends. He used her for she thought we broke up,plus she was a little tipsy. Wrong she knows. He even wanted to go all the way. She said no and left. He knew how much I liked him to! So I'm doing it, I'm breaking up with him. One problem he is never at school, one more day of skipping and he gets kicked out. I should break up with him face to face but if I come close to his face I might rip it off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doesn't&lt;/span&gt; he see what hes missing? I'm a nice, pretty, funny girl and he used me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; my friend. I was raging mad at her. Now I'm a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; in her. But he knew how I felt that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;insignificant&lt;/span&gt; jerk , two timing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;- I should stop myself. I'm not sure if any one is reading this, but it makes me feel better to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my hearts been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ripped out and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;smashed into a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;brick wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Love, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shreded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-2814322799359333861?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/2814322799359333861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=2814322799359333861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2814322799359333861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2814322799359333861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/11/blod-mixed-with-my-tears.html' title='Blood mixed with my tears'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-7425916249694042035</id><published>2007-10-31T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:39:09.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I will be a happy EMO!!! I WILL !!! Oh God I think I'm so pathetic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;                                                                                              Luv me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-7425916249694042035?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/7425916249694042035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=7425916249694042035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/7425916249694042035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/7425916249694042035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-will-be-happy-emo-i-will-oh-god-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-5372363559992969521</id><published>2007-10-31T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:29:16.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Today is Halloween!!! I'm sorta a skeleton punk rock star makes no sense. Hope your day is spooktacular! I realize i,m starting to like this guy even though my feelings for Chris are sky high, but it seems Chris  just &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;seeems not to&lt;/span&gt; care! Last i saw of his beautiful face was 12 days ago. Pathetic I'm counting!!!!! So when I see him again I'm going to have a good  long talk with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;                                                                                Scared Witless Emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-5372363559992969521?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/5372363559992969521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=5372363559992969521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/5372363559992969521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/5372363559992969521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-2434107874623962589</id><published>2007-10-30T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:39:18.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here again</title><content type='html'>I feel so crazy. Falling of a cliff of emotions! I have a great boyfriend, we just click. But he never comes to school! I haven't seen him in 10 days. So I relize no matter how much my heart loves him, I have to decide for the good of my soul and mind.  Things about me. I have a lip pirceing, wear converse, band t's, long hair, kinda the adorable girl(to shallow?) So if anyone reads these I'm sorry I don't have much to say.&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Love sic emo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-2434107874623962589?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/2434107874623962589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=2434107874623962589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2434107874623962589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/2434107874623962589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/10/here-again.html' title='Here again'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6437688270886921085.post-11082901160359905</id><published>2007-10-26T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:15:28.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo the Culture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is emo culture slapping you in your face. My question is how can you not be emo? It strangles us!! But the one uncool thing is cutting please don't do it! Tell someone if you hurt. So emo easy to make fun of, but mostly for no one understands. Its more than hair, eyeliner and old cruddy converse. Its a culture of expression and feelings, being in touch with yourself. So just try to understand. Be involved don't be stereotypical!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do I Look Emo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6437688270886921085-11082901160359905?l=theemosite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/feeds/11082901160359905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6437688270886921085&amp;postID=11082901160359905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/11082901160359905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6437688270886921085/posts/default/11082901160359905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemosite.blogspot.com/2007/10/emo-culture.html' title='Emo the Culture'/><author><name>Do I Lok EMO!!!!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858357037649544477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
