<?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-3117542252566828927</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:13:50.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-5898791329915012017</id><published>2008-12-01T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:58:07.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12.01.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WORLD AIDS DAY&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an icebreaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Doesn't matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's all love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anywhoo, blogging and I have recently rekindled our relationship and settles our differences. Finally back on the market as an exclusive couple. I missed you so much, Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me catch you up on life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School - This semester SUCKED. I officially have NO clue what I'm doing with life. Regardless of your thoughts (though I do value your opinion on my decisions) I am taking action and doing the following: taking a semester or two off from school, getting my license and changing my name (as and you shall receive...the story, that is) and get a job. Help my family out, if only just a little bit, and spend [more] time with the ones I love. Decide what I'm going to major in, get at LEAST an AA and maybe, but not guaranteed, transfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - I don't know. Lust, affection and attention seems to be a more prominent thing than love. I don't like anyone...well, anyone solid. I have several hopefuls but nothing else.  I hatehatehate being lonely during the holidays. This will be my third year alone. :( sad sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family -  is...absolutely out there and insane. Chaotic to put it nicely. But everything  is so...blissful...and I finally love and feel loved by  them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self - Hi.  My name is Monica Elizabeth Ortiz and I have  self-respect and confidence again. I feel empowered and nothing is getting me down. And I'm going to be nicer to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye for now. Gotta continue writing my essay. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Vive L'Amour~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Princess Peach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-5898791329915012017?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5898791329915012017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=5898791329915012017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/5898791329915012017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/5898791329915012017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/12/120108.html' title='12.01.08'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-5153147899834268008</id><published>2008-10-14T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:32:04.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10.14.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now Playing: Matt Nathanson - Car Crash&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake and so alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; Ringing like a bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; Tell me this is paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; And not someplace I fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Cause I keep on fallin' down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I wanna feel the car crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I wanna feel the capsize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I wanna feel the bomb drop, the earth stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Til I'm satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I wanna feel the car crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Cause I'm dyin' on the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I wanna let go and know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; That I'll be alright, alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Just push me 'til I have to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; I've shed my skin, my scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; Take me deep out past the lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; Where nothing dims these stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Nothing dims these stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I wanna feel the car crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I wanna feel the capsize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I wanna feel the bomb drop, the earth stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Til I'm satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I wanna feel the car crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Cause I'm dyin' on the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I wanna let go and know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; That I'll be alright, alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; So right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; It's all wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm wide awake and so alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I wanna feel the car crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I wanna feel the capsize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I wanna feel the bomb drop, the earth stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Til I'm satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I wanna feel the car crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Cause I'm dyin' on the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I wanna let go and know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; That I'll be alright, alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;UPDATE&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Sigh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I felt like I had one last night, a car crash. Why does it seem like this man gets me, and only me? I guess that's the best kind of artist; one that makes you feel like it was written only for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Because I feel transcendent after my own ill-caused pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I put on my Rainbows this morning. They didn't fit right. I was wondering who the owner of these misfit sandals. It wasn't me. The me on the inside was broken and so was the outside. Maybe I shed everything over last night's sleep. Because I woke up this morning, struggling to get off the couch, to remove the covers and expose my raw, punctured flesh to the world. I was disappointed in myself. I know she was too, the only person who gets me through it. I want her to know I was almost gonna end it all, but I didn't. I couldn't. She makes me hopeful, that loving friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where my head is, or my heart. They've drifted along somewhere else....somewhere outside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was then. Today, I'm happy, I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And that's the best thing I can ask for. I look better, and feel better. Something happened in last night's dreamless sleep. I can't explain it, but I have a new love for life. And I hope to shine it upon to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;brighter &lt;/span&gt;note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;youuuu. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;[Just everyone.] :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-5153147899834268008?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5153147899834268008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=5153147899834268008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/5153147899834268008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/5153147899834268008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/101408.html' title='10.14.08'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-4661626714696265136</id><published>2008-10-07T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:54:46.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10.07.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello, blogging world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;Now Playing: Colbie Caillat - Droplets&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" id="songlyrics" align="left"&gt;I'm leaving you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if that’s what I should do&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so bad&lt;br /&gt;I'm wanting you but can't go back&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find, to find&lt;br /&gt;That all elusive piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;Stuck here somehow&lt;br /&gt;Shrouded beneath my fear&lt;br /&gt;And now I don’t need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm walkin down this road alone and figured all I'm thinking bout is you, is you my love&lt;br /&gt;And my head is in a cloud of rain and the world it seems so far away and I'm just waiting for&lt;br /&gt;The droplets, droplets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left a mark&lt;br /&gt;I wear it proudly on my chest&lt;br /&gt;Above my heart Above my heart&lt;br /&gt;To Remind me that I feel the best&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;To me everything is effortless&lt;br /&gt;You know it's true&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are painted with regret and I don’t need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm walkin down this road alone and figured all I'm thinking bout is you, is you my love&lt;br /&gt;And my head is in a cloud of rain and the world it seems so far away and I'm just waiting to fall and sink into your tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are like the raindrops, the raindrops falling down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left a mark you left a mark&lt;br /&gt;She left a mark he left&lt;br /&gt;She left he left&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t I don’t&lt;br /&gt;Need it. Need it&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over you! I'm over you making me feel like this without telling me ANYTHING in return! You are a huge amount of stress on me, and I can't stand it! Either we're on it or over. Just tell me. I will always be your friend, and sadly, always love you, but I can't stand being in love with you if all you're going to do is jerk me around like a lame dog on a chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I need to kick it into HIGH GEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BERKELEY&lt;/span&gt; // &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;2010-2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to dislike school, but it can't happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;NO, MONI! Ok, that's enough of that. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think it's because I'm not socializing with enough people. I need to. Especially that one REALLY HOT guy in my World Religions class. :) Oh, baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha. I don't know what else to say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-4661626714696265136?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4661626714696265136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=4661626714696265136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/4661626714696265136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/4661626714696265136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/100708.html' title='10.07.08'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-3032187917173266287</id><published>2008-08-23T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:40:47.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08.23.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Song Playing: Maroon 5 - "Nothing Lasts Forever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is so easy to see&lt;br /&gt;Dysfunction between you and me&lt;br /&gt;We must free up these tired souls&lt;br /&gt;Before the sadness kills us both&lt;br /&gt;I tried and tried to let you know&lt;br /&gt;I love you but I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;It may not last but I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Just don't know&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't care&lt;br /&gt;And you show up&lt;br /&gt;But you're not there&lt;br /&gt;But I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;And you want to&lt;br /&gt;Still afraid that I will desert you&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;With every worthless word we get more far away&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us makes it so hard to stay&lt;br /&gt;But nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe&lt;br /&gt;It hurts but it may be the only way&lt;br /&gt;A bed that's warm with memories&lt;br /&gt;Can heal us temporarily&lt;br /&gt;The misbehaving only makes&lt;br /&gt;The ditch between us so damn deep&lt;br /&gt;Built a wall around my heart&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never let it fall apart&lt;br /&gt;But strangely I wish secretly&lt;br /&gt;It would fall down while I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't care&lt;br /&gt;And you show up&lt;br /&gt;But you're not there&lt;br /&gt;But I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;And you want to&lt;br /&gt;Still afraid that I will desert you, babe&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;With every worthless word we get more far away&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us makes it so hard to stay&lt;br /&gt;But nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe&lt;br /&gt;It hurts but it may be the only way&lt;br /&gt;Tough we have not hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean we're not still falling,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want so bad to pick you up&lt;br /&gt;But you're still too reluctant to accept my help&lt;br /&gt;What a shame, I hope you find somewhere to place the blame&lt;br /&gt;But until then the fact remains&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;With every worthless word we get more far away&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us makes you so hard to stay&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe&lt;br /&gt;It hurts but it may be the only way&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;With every worthless word we get more far away&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us makes it so hard to stay&lt;br /&gt;But nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe&lt;br /&gt;It hurts but it may be the only way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna learn how to play this song. Sorry, I had to put on the entire lyrics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy 19th birthday, Matt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm in organization mode. Which I only get into when I'm extremely stressed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cleaned pretty much my whole house in two hours. Now I'm doing my closet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not gonna be spending too much leisure time in my room anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School starts Monday. I'm anxious. Nervous. So nervous. But I know everything's going to work out just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My heart is still beating while it's in pieces. Damn...that hurt more than I anticipated it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope that I'll have a nice family dinner. Then hopefully Kathy's party thing. I'm psyched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I watched Enchanted and Across the Universe today. So happy. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can't wait to get back into writing...maybe I'll sketch more now too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm really happy as to where I am in life. I'm looking forward to the future...and even today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The only downfall is that I've become emotional again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Really emotional. I guess that's what heartache does to ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, I'm gonna go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Je &lt;em&gt;t'aime&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-3032187917173266287?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3032187917173266287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=3032187917173266287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/3032187917173266287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/3032187917173266287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/082308.html' title='08.23.08'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-1010711556496406191</id><published>2008-08-20T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:50:29.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08.20.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song Playing: Michelle Branch - "Breathe"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Well it's all so overrated/In not saying how you feel/So you end up watching chances fade/And wondering what's real/And I Give you just a little time/I, Wonder if you realize/I've been waiting till I see it in your eyes..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Geez, it seems like I haven't done this in ages...it's ridiculous. I am hardly ever at a computer anymore...only through iPhones that really upset me from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, this week is the week of take cares, I'll talk to you laters and goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rather sad, seeing as two out of three of my original friends from pre-school are gone. One about 8 hours away at Chico State and the other is in Texas, doing boot camp for the Air Force. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Luckily, I still have one of my best friends here, and I'm sure we'll leave around the same time. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to be grateful for what I have, but sometimes its...disappointing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like when you do everything someone asks of you, and you slip up once, then you fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel like an outsider everywhere I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hopefully, college will change that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Speaking of which, I'm registering tomorrow; oaying for my courses, buying my books [well, my dad is...], and finally signing up for financial aid. Yippee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I've finally found a place where I can go for comfort, to feel important, loved, cared for and not judged. I'm so happy...because I have a sanctuary I can go to whenever I feel unsafe, or scared, or unloved, or just in need of people who love me and love God. My heart is seriously full of love to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people that opened up that door for me...and I am so thankful for them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Je &lt;em&gt;t'aime&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-1010711556496406191?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1010711556496406191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=1010711556496406191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/1010711556496406191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/1010711556496406191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/082008.html' title='08.20.08'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-8740863928693379474</id><published>2008-08-14T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:56:34.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oww</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I pinched the skin on my eyelid trying to curl my eyelashes today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it's &lt;strong&gt;swolennn&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It hurts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Palm Springs&lt;/span&gt; until Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That should be funnn. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-8740863928693379474?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8740863928693379474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=8740863928693379474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/8740863928693379474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/8740863928693379474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/oww.html' title='Oww'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-4167911557594990160</id><published>2008-08-14T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:00:29.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08.14.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-4167911557594990160?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4167911557594990160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=4167911557594990160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/4167911557594990160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/4167911557594990160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/081408.html' title='08.14.08'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-4503337292035347432</id><published>2008-08-13T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:57:18.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08.13.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now Playing: Jason Mraz ft. Colbie Caillat - "Lucky"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Can you hear me? I'm talking to you/  Across the water across the deep blue ocean/Under the open sky oh my, baby I'm trying/Yeah I hear you in my dreams /I hear your whisper across the sea /I keep you with me in my heart /You make it easier when life gets hard..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Alright, gonna say this now; I am typing impaired today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 2 of being nice to the Dragon Lady went well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wild Rivers was good. Except for the fact that I suddenly got tremendous pain in my lower torso and had to stop, sleep in the cabana for two hours and jump back onto slides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;I don't care if you read this, you make my day when you call me. Just like you did yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Was good. I bombed that freaking final, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;BOMBED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But I'm gonna pass this one...ACE it...I HAVE to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So tomorrow...after I shower....I HAVE to study....very well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I might die if I don't pass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyways...it was good...good day....kinda weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I cleaned! Shockerrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bigger shocker, I cleaned WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm so tired...you have NO idea...&lt;br /&gt;[this isn't really blank, fyi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;Why the hell am I still waiting for you to call?&lt;br /&gt;It's almost midnight.&lt;br /&gt;It's cold outside.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;You have NO clue how much I feel for you.&lt;br /&gt;I want you....I gotta have you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I must be insane....Yeah, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t'aime&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-4503337292035347432?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4503337292035347432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=4503337292035347432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/4503337292035347432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/4503337292035347432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/081308.html' title='08.13.08'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-8389571659356965716</id><published>2008-08-11T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:46:44.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My sister and I are discussing strange occurrences in life...and my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now I'm realizing how strange I was...and honestly, how gifted I was...and how I really am a vessel for God's works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Because I suppose that I am somewhat psychic and have a moderate "sixth sense".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Strange stories about when I was little...about how I would talk to myself on end, tell my family when things would happen before they knew it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;CRAZZZY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-8389571659356965716?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8389571659356965716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=8389571659356965716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/8389571659356965716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/8389571659356965716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/weird_11.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-2101392907209980768</id><published>2008-08-11T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:35:01.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Squeal*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;MICHAEL FRED PHELPS III, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3 down, 5 to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mark Spitz, sorry bud; but you've got served.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HUSBAND, I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just don't get another DUI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-2101392907209980768?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2101392907209980768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=2101392907209980768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/2101392907209980768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/2101392907209980768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/squeal.html' title='*Squeal*'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-193269936899547507</id><published>2008-08-11T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:07:20.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, me. Oh, my.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, how ever could I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't know how that little phrase escaped my fingers...my mind...my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Did I really just say that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah...I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All hell must have broken loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But at least, there was a conversation exchanged between us. It seemed...strained. You're still so sad about everything that happened...but I want to really re-assure you that every little thing's going to be alright. Even though you may mock my tacky cliches, I still appreciate the fact that you find my stupidity somewhat humorous. I love the fact that you insist on calling...even after I instilled in you that you have to call me...I cannot believe that I've fallen so hard for you...so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm gonna wait to see what happens. But I want you more than anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm not afraid to say it but I am afraid to feel it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I think I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-193269936899547507?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/193269936899547507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=193269936899547507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/193269936899547507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/193269936899547507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-me-oh-my.html' title='Oh, me. Oh, my.'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-460215278969349878</id><published>2008-08-11T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:59:17.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08.11.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song Playing: Tokyo Police Club - "Tessellate"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"'Cause dire times call for dire faces/So lovely dancer, call and answer/Trade our places in the night/We're running barefoot, you and I/Dead lovers salivate/Broken hearts tessellate tonight..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Day 1: Attempt at being nice to the Dragon Lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Day 1: Fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not kidding. I tried to be nicer to her...but I found myself being upset after she said two words to me. I cannot get myself to forgive her...but I know I need to accept it...and have the optimism that everything is going to get better. I HAVE TO BE PATIENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I totally bombed my take-home exam. I'm so sad...BOO. ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAHA, that is sooo bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But after class was fun. I LOVE my boys.&lt;br /&gt;And it's so fun to make fun of Laura and wake her up. LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AND MY BF4L got her job! I hope it had something to do with my recommendation. [;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AHHH! Now I just need to own up and grow up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna help my sister clean. I'm spending the night again. Keep them company...and try to cheer up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wild Rivers and Jonas Brothers CD tomorrow! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AHHHHH! KEVINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AHHHHHH MICHAEL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 down, 6 to go, babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, and I watched "In The Land Of Women" again today. I can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love you...so much...Cheer upppppp! ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, my gad...omg....I said it...&lt;br /&gt;I said it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared out of my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Je &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t'aime&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-460215278969349878?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/460215278969349878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=460215278969349878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/460215278969349878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/460215278969349878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/081108.html' title='08.11.08'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-2941682189952475178</id><published>2008-08-10T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:54:05.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08.10.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song Playing: Coldplay - "Viva La Vida"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be my mirror my sword and shield/My missionaries in a foreign field/For some reason I can't explain/Once you go there was never, never an honest word/That was when I ruled the world..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Violet Hill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" also relates to this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this today after someone said that, besides babysitting, I have never really pleased her with my life.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like bouncing back; because everything is worth fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't live for you; I live for GOD. If you don't like it, let me go..."&lt;br /&gt;"I try to please you with the things I do, but nothing makes you happy anymore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't. I have to be nicer to people. I have to keep some things to myself, but express them somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to be happy again. I don't want things to get worse for her anymore...I want her back to the person I used to know...the person I used to love...before all of this happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going to be as good to you as I can...to be as nice to you and respectful to you, and loving to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to be able to love you as I used to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, I had a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Church with a great message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looong car ride to hand out flyers for the business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sweating my face off handing out flyers...sooo hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lunch/nap at grandma's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here...watching Women's Gymnastics DOMINATE. [THE FLOOR! They keep falling...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I managed to buy a ring behind my mother's back...Tehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's just a small thing I got from Target...Super cute though. Thin band with a rather large fake gem in the middle. Très beau, in my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, there is a point to this ring. It's going to serve as a purity ring, since I cannot afford to buy one and really see no purpose for paying that much money. To me, as long as I'm reminded, I'll keep my promise to Him...because I love Him more than anything this world has to offer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, I still find myself missing him every single moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope he's okay...even though I know he's hurting epically inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to see him as soon as I possibly can...I want to give him a HUGE hug and let him know that everything will be okay...because I'm here...and honestly...because I like him a whole lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so afraid to fall in love with him. Even though I know I already am...AHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm afraid to trust you...I'm afraid to hold you too close...I'm afraid...I'm afraid you'll break me down. I'm afraid you'll leave. I'm afraid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm afraid to fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But why, when after all these years, I'm stronger than I've evr been...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've changed so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I get bored when I'm not doing SOMETHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I always have to be doing SOMETHING, or else I feel lazy or I sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm afraid to trust people and suddenly feel afraid of becoming too close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm really meticulous about things now...if things aren't in their place, I freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm afraid of showing too much emotion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so different.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, snap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I still haven't done my take-home exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SHOOOOOOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;UGHHGHGHGKJSKLJLKALKHKJAHKJHKJDHKJHJGFSKLLLL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Son of a mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Due tomorrow...30 points that I neeeddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm outtie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Je &lt;em&gt;t'aime&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-2941682189952475178?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2941682189952475178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=2941682189952475178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/2941682189952475178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/2941682189952475178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/081008.html' title='08.10.08'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-8408722788406655389</id><published>2008-08-09T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:50:15.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08.09.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song Playing: Dashboard Confessional - "Bend And Not Break"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I'm talented at breathing/Especially exhaling/So that my chest will rise and fall with yours..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Probably my cheer-up song of the century. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to keep this in mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." ~Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been super heartless lately, and that needs to stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Regardless of people mistreating me and making me feel like scum, I should cheer them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;RULES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (keep me in check, kay?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-No more gossiping/talking behind others' backs/the like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-No more yelling at people. My patience needs to be revived...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Just...smile at people. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jesus, I miss someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A hell of a lot./:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I want this more than I have wanted something in a LONG time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's really insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know it sounds super cliche...but...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Totally captures what I'm feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna take your pain away...I really wish I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I wish I could call you babe and make things better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I can't...not yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It breaks me to live another day without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Geez, I'm a &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;hopeless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; romantic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Je &lt;em&gt;t'aime&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-8408722788406655389?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8408722788406655389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=8408722788406655389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/8408722788406655389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/8408722788406655389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/song-playing-dashboard-confessional.html' title='08.09.08'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-5825052049667893145</id><published>2008-08-09T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:47:16.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My horoscope for Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quickie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Be careful of making any solid assessments of people -- objectivity is hard, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overview&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your devotion to someone or some cause is your top concern today and you should find it easier than ever to help them with whatever they need. You should try to get deeper insight into their ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmmmmm. /:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-5825052049667893145?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5825052049667893145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=5825052049667893145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/5825052049667893145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/5825052049667893145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/weird.html' title='Weird...'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-4622313378974057329</id><published>2008-08-08T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:14:34.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, forgive my language...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the Olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LITERALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, the Opening Ceremony has been but I live for the Olympics...so to me, it means almost everything. It's so overwhelming. I feel like crying; I'm just so amazed...The Parade of Nations is up next. &lt;3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jesus, I feel...ahh. IDK! I LOVE THE FREAKIN' OLYMPICS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I'm a nerd. But when I watch the Olympics, it makes me feel like all the nations in the world can unite for a common purpose, and have it not be gasoline or war. That we can participate in events and somehow, feel peace for two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, my sister Alejandra's wedding was...distinct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She and John are Buddhists...which is totally out of my beliefs. But honestly, it was pretty awesome. Totally Buddhist ceremony. Afterwards, a potluck. Yeah, I know that sounds "strange" but it was THEIR wedding and they wanted it to be multi-cultural. Which happened. Everything from Japanese Rolls and desserts, to fried chicken and strawberry pie [Tehe, Caitlyn.] it was amazing. Then, some LIVE, REALLY GOOD reggaeton and dancing...in heels and a minidress&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Then, a slideshow of the Newlyweds. Awwwwe. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Miss Chloe came home today! I missed her bunches. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU BAYBEEEEEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, I'm sitting in my sister's living room, watching the Parade of Nations. Madagascar. OMG I love the Olympics. Oh, and my goddaughter....so cute. I missed her and my sister to bunches of pieces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry, but for the next couple of days, I'm gonna rant and rave about these Games. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOVES IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OMG MACEDONIAN MEN ARE HAWT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAWTTTTTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think his name was Murad Ramazanov. And he was hot for a second...But apparently, thee interwebz hates Macedonia...dumb people! So I can't find my newfound lover. BOO. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'm tired. And my maybe sprained ankle hurts like a frappuccino.&lt;br /&gt;OH, BRAZIL.&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I spilled over into my 08.09.0 Blog. Yeeeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t'aime&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-4622313378974057329?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4622313378974057329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=4622313378974057329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/4622313378974057329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/4622313378974057329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-forgive-my-language.html' title='Please, forgive my language...'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-494812869920384988</id><published>2008-08-08T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:36:32.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08.08.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now Playing: The Beatles - "Mr. Moonlight"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Mr. Moonlight, come again please/Here I am on my knees/Begging if you please/And the night you don't come my way/I'll pray and pray more each day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't listened to that song in ages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;08.08.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Infinity when flipped sideways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What the hell am I saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't have much to say today. It's caught me by surprise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My day is actually...smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gotta get ready. Taking my 35mm to the wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of my sister's getting married...weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gonna spend the night at another Sister's house with my Goddaughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So cute. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm, I should probably stop before I get in too deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;With...this...[;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Je &lt;em&gt;t'aime&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&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/3117542252566828927-494812869920384988?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/494812869920384988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=494812869920384988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/494812869920384988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/494812869920384988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/080808.html' title='08.08.08'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-1168620845352666401</id><published>2008-08-08T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:19:12.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Insert Ridiculous Stunned Laughter Here*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The "Jimmy Hilton" is NO MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm STUNNED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It deleted it's MySpace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It must be one of my blog readers. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-1168620845352666401?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1168620845352666401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=1168620845352666401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/1168620845352666401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/1168620845352666401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/insert-ridiculous-stunned-laughter-here.html' title='*Insert Ridiculous Stunned Laughter Here*'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-1010889608991317052</id><published>2008-08-07T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:32:13.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post inspired/sponsored by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Amanda Lorber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Tehe. [;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-1010889608991317052?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1010889608991317052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=1010889608991317052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/1010889608991317052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/1010889608991317052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-post-inspiredsponsored-by.html' title='Last post inspired/sponsored by...'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-3874227020355231193</id><published>2008-08-07T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:34:39.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just...thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's face the facts here: I've been well known for being the bitch for my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Correct? Yes. If you don't think so, you obviously didn't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because I'll be the first to admit that I was. Going as far as to publicly slander some of my "friends" in my own newspaper publication. HA. I am a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ask any one of the popular girls and maybe even some of the guys...I was well-disliked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought I was the mean girl (minus the overall popularity, stick thinness, alcoholism and the bleach blonde extensions) and I was the self-proclaimed &lt;strong&gt;gossip girl&lt;/strong&gt;. I listened to everything...and knew what was going on everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, seems as if I've been dethroned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This new entity "Jimmy Hilton" (via MySpace) is "spilling the juice" on current and former El Modena students. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it's NOT me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or another friend of mine who shall remain nameless. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's 'About Me' reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Once you enter high school, your business is everyone's business&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Basically, I'm the Gossip Girl, Perez Hilton, or whatever of a place you all know too well. We are a group of people who decided that, some people need to keep themselves in check, and so we decided that hey you wouldn't do stupid things if everyone ended up knowing about it so, we decided to start this. Oh yeah and if you are a teacher or a parent, don't try and get this deleted, its the only way for you to know whats going on with your kids"&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Honestly, I think it's a group of administrators or really funny jokesters trying to get back at their friends because they secretly hate them. Or Joel McHale. HAHA. Or maybe it's the royal group from the PTSA. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But really...that's cynical. That's just about what I would do. Well...would have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the equivalent of Chris Lim doing that El Modena video...y'know, the one with all the stupid and obscene pictures of students? If he did it...even though he 'admitted' it in the Senior Paper...this might even be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chances of this "blogger" being factual in his disses: 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's got one right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, "Jimmy" or "Jemima" as I shall call you (my tranny accomplice; since your gender is unidentified), you have indeed done something...wild. But I will enjoy your works as something to laugh at. Even if you end up publishing something about me. ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Je &lt;em&gt;t'aime&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-3874227020355231193?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3874227020355231193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=3874227020355231193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/3874227020355231193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/3874227020355231193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/justthinking.html' title='Just...thinking'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-4539009054203226898</id><published>2008-08-07T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:49:19.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought [08.07.08]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song Playing: OneRepublic - "Won't Stop"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You take this hand/You take this heart/Steal my bones/From 1000 miles apart/Feels so cold/Felt just like its ten shades of winter/And i need the sun..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just won't stop...just won't stop, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to stop using my dearest Emily as my diary. This is why I initially started a blog...isn't it? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Might as well, vent. To myself, and Alex. Because I think he's the only one who looks at this from time to time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, I miss you. Times a thousand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha, anyways....I dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I keep switching channels between the Food Network Challenge and Hippies on BIO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What alternate axes I go through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I'm helping a friend...who's going through alot of stuff I've gone through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And she's a new friend. I barely know her...but I can't help but help her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope she makes it through. Actually, I know she will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JONAS BROTHERS ON THE SYTYCD finale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;333333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Flirt much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel guilty even thought I shouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm bored...so here's a list of clothing items I need...I haven't gotten new clothes in a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Besides the obvious dresses for occasions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Jeans - 3 pairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Shirts - Like a dozen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-New swimsuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-DUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Shoes...I need flats, Converse, Tennis Shoes, and some heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Skirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Dress clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, that's it. I'm outtie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Je &lt;em&gt;t'aime&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&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/3117542252566828927-4539009054203226898?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4539009054203226898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=4539009054203226898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/4539009054203226898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/4539009054203226898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-thought-080708.html' title='Random Thought [08.07.08]'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-5086720518337738070</id><published>2008-08-07T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:30:43.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG - US Olympic Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paul AND Morgan Hamm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Withdrawl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Guys, we're gonna lose Men's Gymnastics to the Russians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE: Or the Chinese.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/olympics/beijing/gymnastics/news?slug=ap-gym-mhammout&amp;amp;prov=ap&amp;amp;type=lgns"&gt;http://sports.yahoo.com/olympics/beijing/gymnastics/news?slug=ap-gym-mhammout&amp;amp;prov=ap&amp;amp;type=lgns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-5086720518337738070?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5086720518337738070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=5086720518337738070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/5086720518337738070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/5086720518337738070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg-us-olympic-team.html' title='OMG - US Olympic Team'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-8801761736829291082</id><published>2008-08-07T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:13:59.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH YEAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just remembered what I had forgotten...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've realized how long it's been since I've seen Mulan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And Tyler, Stanly, Paul, Jericho and Jose came to mind...when they wanted to do it for Coffee Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss you people. ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-8801761736829291082?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8801761736829291082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=8801761736829291082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/8801761736829291082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/8801761736829291082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-yeah.html' title='OH YEAH!'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-6724219617707797626</id><published>2008-08-07T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:50:29.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08.07.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song Playing: Train - "Drops of Jupiter"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken/Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know youre wrong/Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone/Conversation/The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Funny how all these things have happened in one week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So today I learned about horizontal acedotes...at least that's what Vargas called them...he's a math professor, not an English major...anyways...it's the theory that no matter how close a line gets to an axis, it will never touch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope this is the distance talking, because I'm not sure if I still like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I mean, I know I do...but I'm hesitant. I hope it works out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sooo much...I'm tired of failed relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, these past days have been smooth. I've woken up happy [with the exception of today; that was the excess malt and strawberry flavors speaking lol.] But really. I've been happy. And okay with my mom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love the power or prayer. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, I think our little trip to Vegas should be a nice...nice change. Spend some time with the family so that we get back on track...it'll be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sister's getting married on Friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's surreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She's settling down....wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then Olympics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BEIJINGGGG BABY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paul Hamm. ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Michael Phelps. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aaron Peirsol. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[I need to get back in the water!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, I have to babysit. BLEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had something else to say but I lost it...]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Je &lt;em&gt;t'aime&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-6724219617707797626?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6724219617707797626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=6724219617707797626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/6724219617707797626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/6724219617707797626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/080708.html' title='08.07.08'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-2135807691128431622</id><published>2008-08-05T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:37:35.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08.05.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Song playing: The Spill Canvas - "All Over You"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"In my daydreams, in my sleep/Infatuation turning into disease/You could cure me, see all you have to do now is please try/Give it your best shot and try/All I'm asking for is love..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jesus, I gotta pee. BRB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[That sounds soo lame on a blog. I gotta say.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Max&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday. Such a cool guy. And totally attractive. I don't care if you read this; I don't intend on hiding things from anyone anymore. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been full of laughter, and squirrel tattoos. HAHA. OMG, regardless of my suffering, my class is amazing. And Emily knows just how to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, two sandwiches, compulsive lying and a bus ride later, I found myself wanting to be strangled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving. I'm over this. She's pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wanna blog. I'm soooo angry with them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be home. I'd rather be studying quadratic functions than trying to figure out my own flesh and blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm glad that you're not dying; regardless of people's nightmares; I still wish you were out of my life for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's no good to wish your mother gone, or that she was out of your life. But she has hurt me more in the past month than she will EVER hurt my in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want out. I never signed a binding contract. I want out...now.&lt;br /&gt;I want a new life, for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job, to pay for my own education, food, clothes, transportation, and home.&lt;br /&gt;I need myself to get out of this.&lt;br /&gt;Me, and only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry and sad, that tears escape me. I can't even cry. How &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, anyways...life.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run even though I know my lungs will collapse if I attempt it. I've tried already today. I'm hacking up phlegm. Beaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F my F. Serio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t'aime&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-2135807691128431622?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2135807691128431622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=2135807691128431622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/2135807691128431622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/2135807691128431622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/080508.html' title='08.05.08'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-6048875802390876275</id><published>2008-08-04T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:15:39.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New love.</title><content type='html'>Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought much of your before but WOW.&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should watch "In The Land Of Women"&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;Adam Brody.&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Je t'aime. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&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/3117542252566828927-6048875802390876275?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6048875802390876275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=6048875802390876275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/6048875802390876275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/6048875802390876275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-love.html' title='New love.'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-1009097689315500112</id><published>2008-08-04T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:16:57.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiotic Synchronicity [08.04.08]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song Playing: Coldplay - "X&amp;amp;Y"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You and me are floating on a tidal wave together; you and me are drifting into outer space..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Taking a break from the sightless monotony that is illness. I'm tired of laying in bed, staring at Adam Brody and Kristin Stewart's chemistry in the film "In The Land Of Women". I'm tired of sipping green tea from my golden yellow mug and feeling completely and utterly hopeless about my return to health. I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even more the reason why I should be in bed, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've watched too much television on a Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Food Network (given)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*"&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Never Been Kissed&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*"Serendipity"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*"In The Land Of Women"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't breathe properly, but at least I can speak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe it's due to watching hot men on the tube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had a point to hop into this itchy, flat reclining computer seat and start typing into a new post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it's escaped me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I'm overthinking the fact that, soon, something miraculous may happen in this place called home. So many emotions run through me while I see that word. Home...HOME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I've lost a sense of where my real home is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because constant yelling, bickering, slamming doors, secretive whispers and awkward hugs don't feel like home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's probably just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My sunburn turned into a tan, but it still burns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know, random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been about 12 hours. And already my heart feels like crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm awestruck at how quickly I jumped into this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe...maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps, it is coming true. And I hope you feel it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going to go shower...might as well do something productive in the next 5 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Besides the obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I should study. As of today, I have a 74% in Math 080.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to haul ass and get help. I don't understand this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 final tests next week. My last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't let myself down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah, that's it. My throat is itchy. Back to green tea and romance movies. Because that's all I can wish for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Je &lt;em&gt;t'aime&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-1009097689315500112?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1009097689315500112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=1009097689315500112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/1009097689315500112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/1009097689315500112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/idiotic-synchronicity-080408.html' title='Idiotic Synchronicity [08.04.08]'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-5168602987775648227</id><published>2008-08-04T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:13:43.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08.04.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song playing: PCD - "When I Grow Up"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Be careful what you wish for cuz you just might get it..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night, I thought about playing hookey from class, prentending I was sick. Little did I know that antigens were working their faces off, trying to fight off virus with their bare hands and slimy nun-chucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel like I got whacked by A-Rod with a metal bat...across the face, throat and chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only blog for today. I feel like dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Je &lt;em&gt;t'aime&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&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/3117542252566828927-5168602987775648227?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5168602987775648227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=5168602987775648227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/5168602987775648227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/5168602987775648227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/080408.html' title='08.04.08'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-1904242011193401142</id><published>2008-08-03T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:25:52.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08.03.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song playing: Aerosmith - "Jaded"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"In all its misery it will always be what I love and hated. And maybe take a ride to the other side we're thinkin' of..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not entirely sure about the ethics of blogging and I could honestly care less. I put this blog up to pretty much have an insight for my friends and family members about my life, and what I'm feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basically, a public diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friend said that with that understanding and the "spot on" definition, I am officially ready to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, as of lately, my life seems pretty much according to plan, or what I suppose is plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have some recent revelations, some of them just a &lt;em&gt;tad&lt;/em&gt; later than I anticipated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. After high school, EVERYTHING changes. Your views on life, love, and politics. You are suddenly sure of who you are, not bound by conflicting standstills in maturity. Friends change, and suddenly decide to leave your life or go forth in your endevours, never letting go of your hand. As well, friends that were estranged suddenly become found. It's bittersweet but part of growing up, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Today, something struck me harder than lightning strikes a tree trunk. I have been really lukewarm with God. I have been partial to His blueprints for my life, just sitting down on the kitchen table, staring at each other, bickering with one another. I really have to dive into His love fully again. Summer's always the hardest time for everyone...there's always so much going on and we fall...but I'm ready to get back onboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. I need to tune my guitar, because I'm getting rusty again. I need to start jogging again, because I'm getting sloppy in more ways than one. I need to communicate better with my family, because they're thinking that I'm turning into another wild child. I need to take better care of myself, because I'll end up getting hurt...again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3.5. The Jonas Brothers only get hotter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. I've been somewhat of a more independent self lately. I've been going out alot more, being kinder to myself and my family [with the exception of me STILL throwing my phone at my vanity] and honestly, letting people think whatever they may of me, because when you judge, you close your own doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And that's all I can muster for now. Well, in my epiphanies at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Besides that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TASK: Choose five people in your life. Say a blurb about each person, but do not mention their names.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I think I'm falling in &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know because I haven't felt this feeling for such a long time. Everytime I talk to you, I melt. I don't know what it is, honestly. I think we should both stop avoiding and come to terms with the truth; We would be more than perfect together and perfect for one another. You may not be my prince charming or knight in shining armor, but you sure are the sun that warms my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. You are my absolute &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I can trust you with everything, except my clothing. Haha. I would rather lose everything else in this world than lose you. I gotta say you upset me sometimes but I really can never stay angry at you. EVER. You are the peanut butter to my jelly. Forever, girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Gave &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;one away.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. You are the&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who has left my life that I would give my right limbs to have you here again. You introduced me to the most important people ever and to the most important concepts of my life. There hasn't been a day that has gone by that I don't think about you at least once. I know that you would give anything to be back, but you're following Him, not me. I miss you more than words can express.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. I wish I &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; knew you. I wish that you would have never crossed my path; I wish to God that you would have kept walking. You have brought nothing significant into my life. I have no idea why I keep talking to you when you text or call. You have had me sitting on the edge of my seat since the first time I saw you, because people can never believe you. I have been interested before but for all the wrong reasons. My one mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5. I've always loved you for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; reasons. You've always been there for me, but honestly, I don't know how much more of you I can stand. You have put so many things in front of God and have put so many people before me, your "best friend". I must admit, I love you but I don't know if I can anymore. It drains me to be with you. I feel like I have a child; you drain me so much. I've gotta let you go somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah, that's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Until tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Je&lt;em&gt; t'aime&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-1904242011193401142?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1904242011193401142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=1904242011193401142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/1904242011193401142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/1904242011193401142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/080308.html' title='08.03.08'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117542252566828927.post-1170764865885585773</id><published>2008-08-02T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T17:59:50.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm new to &lt;strong&gt;blogging&lt;/strong&gt;, and decided to make one just for the fun of it. I hope you enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First blog should be up tonight. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3117542252566828927-1170764865885585773?l=missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1170764865885585773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3117542252566828927&amp;postID=1170764865885585773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/1170764865885585773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3117542252566828927/posts/default/1170764865885585773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missmonicaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-all.html' title='Hello all'/><author><name>Monica Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11999628276579631303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Nr0FOKUNag/STRuLHRblhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VatK4EWo7WU/S220/maksd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
