<?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-7071344770403666736</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:09:49.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl Like That</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AGirlLikeThat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027957851814753980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7071344770403666736.post-9169694090784422539</id><published>2009-11-20T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:21:21.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only thing that hurts more than a goodbye is not getting one</title><content type='html'>...Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...you're the best.&lt;br /&gt;Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I didn't deserve a good-bye? A lie works just as well I guess right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been months since our break-up. And yet I still think about him. I thought that I still had feeling for him...however the more I thought about the more I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yeah I do...just not in the "I want to be with you" sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;It's more of an I wish I got a good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really valued the friendship he and I had... I knew it was a mistake to go out with him... I really did. But he asked me out several times so silly me I thought he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; hurt me...I wasn't in love but I think that if we stayed together a little longer I may have started to fall in love with him. But no the relationship really wasn't a relationship at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh I hate how theses blog posts make me sound!!!!!! I'm not like this in real life...I'm always happy...like reading this you would think that I wear black all the time never smile at all...but that really isn't the case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt;. Everything that I own is like from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pinkice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.com or forever21... ugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; crazy the things that come out when you're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at me you would never think that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dropped&lt;/span&gt; out of high school, you would never think I smoked...you would never think I was unhappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7071344770403666736-9169694090784422539?l=agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/9169694090784422539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7071344770403666736&amp;postID=9169694090784422539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/9169694090784422539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/9169694090784422539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksthanks-alot.html' title='The only thing that hurts more than a goodbye is not getting one'/><author><name>AGirlLikeThat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027957851814753980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7071344770403666736.post-9056093152787837800</id><published>2009-10-11T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:26:33.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is  society so infatuated with a silly peice of paper called a diploma? There has been ten nobel prize winners, 8 U.S. presidents and countless best-selling authors that droped out of high school. Although, now it has become more  nessasary then ever to obtain a high school diploma and then to get a degree in one thing or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know that I'm not the best representative (not that I would even consider myself) a brilliant high school drop out, but there are many people that could succeed and do so much good, if (exuse me) "The Man" (lol) would only give them the time of day, but since they lack a formal education they are automatically dismissed (not all.)&lt;br /&gt;But cah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7071344770403666736-9056093152787837800?l=agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/9056093152787837800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7071344770403666736&amp;postID=9056093152787837800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/9056093152787837800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/9056093152787837800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-is-society-so-infatuated-with-silly.html' title=''/><author><name>AGirlLikeThat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027957851814753980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7071344770403666736.post-7927154181236056346</id><published>2009-05-18T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:44:50.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Friends =[</title><content type='html'>DADE! Let's talk about Dade....everyone I am so confused, I no longer know if he likes me or if I'm just a Buddy...I mean I really thought that he did like me, as more then just a friend...or maybe I could be reading way to much in to things...But, he did ask me to be this girlfriend a few times, I swear the way he looks at me sometimes...really makes me think that he is in to me. You know when you are just looking though your friends' myspace cause your board....well I was just looking at his and I saw a few comments from his ex girlfriend...calling him "Baby" and saying things like, "I love you". I looked at his staus and it still said "single" I never get jealous so this is pretty freaky to me. My god, how could I let myself get this way over a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Maybe I don't like him? Maybe I only thought that I did cause I thought he liked me? If that's that case well then...thank GOD. I will be able to get over it as soon as he starts going out with that girl....You know what? I want him to go out with her. I don't want to have feelings for him...I want him to be happy...and I want to forget that I ever felt like his and we can go back to just being friends. And I will just be his buddy and I will be happy with just that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to feel this way anymore...I am not going to feel for him...I am not going to want him...I am not going to care for him as anything more then just a friend....For now on he will only be my buddy...and I will just want to be friends...I can do this....I'm not the type of girl who get this way...I will just want to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;That's it&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more&lt;br /&gt;YUP&lt;br /&gt;No feelings for him WHAT so ever&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;br /&gt;Heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7071344770403666736-7927154181236056346?l=agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/7927154181236056346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7071344770403666736&amp;postID=7927154181236056346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/7927154181236056346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/7927154181236056346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-friends.html' title='Just Friends =['/><author><name>AGirlLikeThat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027957851814753980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7071344770403666736.post-1508509181960377127</id><published>2009-05-17T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:28:51.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some thoughts</title><content type='html'>Now before I get started, I think that I should tell you my point of view of religion, my opinion is that any religion is a cult...no one needs to share my ideas, but that is what I believe. Last night my dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; my up most of the night crying due to the thunder, so it left me time to think. I hope there was a Jesus, he was a pretty cool dude in my book, he was like the original hippi. He spoke of peace and love, he saved Mary Magdalen from being stoned. He said "Let he without sin cast the first stone" So my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;queston&lt;/span&gt; to you is why are catholics so unlike Jesus. They are so selfish as well all they care about is getting in to the "kingdom" and they will do so by any means necessary. They would kill for it, Abraham was willing to do just that(it was to prove his love to god), he was going to do the evil task that god had ask him to do, when dun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dadaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "the angel of the Lord called to him from heaven and said, “Abraham, Abraham!” And he said, “Here am I.” He said, “Do not lay your hand on the boy or do anything to him, for now I know that you fear God, seeing you have not withheld your son, your only son, from me.”"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one sick joke...what the fuck, man? I mean what if he forgot to tell Abraham not to? If god was real  I would say that he was one sick asshole and no wonder Satin hates him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's now talk about about the Catholic church and gays. I am 100% straight, but I think that the gays are the best people ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, I think they are fun and the last people to  judge anyone. Now, the bible says that god created us all in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vison&lt;/span&gt; of himself...does this mean that god is bi?&lt;br /&gt;And even if he isn't, GOD was the one that created US. So if being gay is wrong (which it isn't)  then why should one be punished for god's error?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that those who live their life in black and white with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shallow&lt;/span&gt; hearts and minds who have never tasted all the flavors that life has to give should be the first to be damned. Tolerance is one thing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;expedience&lt;/span&gt; is on a whole other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;level&lt;/span&gt;. And I believe that those with open minds truly have the biggest hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         Don't judge&lt;br /&gt;                                           Just love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all members of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt; race, don't turn your back on your own kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        Peace nd love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7071344770403666736-1508509181960377127?l=agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/1508509181960377127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7071344770403666736&amp;postID=1508509181960377127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/1508509181960377127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/1508509181960377127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-some-thoughts.html' title='Just some thoughts'/><author><name>AGirlLikeThat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027957851814753980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7071344770403666736.post-1597331220163880431</id><published>2009-05-02T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:07:16.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you trust someone with a past?</title><content type='html'>We all have pasts...but as deceitful as his...He has never done anything to me to break my trust but....ugh Let me start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this guy friend....lets call him Dade.&lt;br /&gt;Well you see Dade and I have been friends for a long time...and he has told me a lot...Like the fact that he has cheated on every girlfriend he has ever had, and has told girls that he loved them when he didn't. Now we have had a thing for a while...but we are not in a relationship, we have gone out(a few weeks ago) on a "date" once before....(yes we have hung out alot since then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has asked me to be his girlfriend a while back like in October...but I turned him down cause I had a friend that had feelings for him...but I have not spoken with her in along time now...since I droped out of school in Nov...I don't talk to any of my old school friends cause I really don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Now there is nothing holding me back (other then the fact that he hasnt ask me to be his girl since heh)&lt;br /&gt;But what if he does? What if I say yes? What if he cheats and lies? What if I let him in to my closed heart? What if I let him in and he brakes it? But what if he wouldn't? What if I say no? What if I miss the chance to be with him? What if he really would have been faithful?&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I really can't see him being a cheater...at lest not anymore. He is such a great guy...I have spoken with on of his friend...cause he was nice and gave me a ride home and he was saying how he is one guy you can really trust! That he is the type of guy that has your back not matter what? (No, I didn't tell his friends how I feel about Dade)&lt;br /&gt;My god...I really do think I could let him in....but if I do? I'm really kind of scared of what he could do.&lt;br /&gt;I have never been one to judge someone or hold them to what they have done...only for what they do. But what if I do let him in...and he hurts me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7071344770403666736-1597331220163880431?l=agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/1597331220163880431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7071344770403666736&amp;postID=1597331220163880431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/1597331220163880431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/1597331220163880431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-do-you-trust-someone-with-past.html' title='How do you trust someone with a past?'/><author><name>AGirlLikeThat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027957851814753980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7071344770403666736.post-2606637515777375417</id><published>2009-04-21T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:47:19.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sell Outs</title><content type='html'>Where did all the good music go? Why are people so dim as in to think that everything that they see on mtv or fuse or vh1 is great just cause they have a music video out? I mean what the hell man. People are such suckers. And almost everything nowa days sound just the same...not just the meaning of the lyric but the backround music as well. It all sounds the same....don't we get bord? And the sad thing is people vote for this bullshit....my goodnesss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7071344770403666736-2606637515777375417?l=agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/2606637515777375417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7071344770403666736&amp;postID=2606637515777375417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/2606637515777375417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/2606637515777375417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/2009/04/sell-outs.html' title='Sell Outs'/><author><name>AGirlLikeThat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027957851814753980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7071344770403666736.post-8339786522640549230</id><published>2008-08-07T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:55:16.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I? What is love? Why are we all here?</title><content type='html'>When ever I look in the mirror, I can't help but to ask; "Who am I?" "Why am I here?" Do we all have a purpose in life, or is that something someone made up to explain our existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          What is that love thing? Is it something we our minds create. People say "You can't help who fall in love with" but what if you can, what if you do in fact &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;pick&lt;/span&gt; Or is the soul mate thing real, are we predestined to met someone who completes us? But what if you don't met that other person? Does that mean you never get completed? If that's true than I'm screwed, I have this friend who told me that I'm never going to fall in love because I have a wall build up around me. So does that mean that I will never get the feeling of being whole? Can't I just complete myself. Shouldn't you be able to compete yourself and finding love just be a chary on top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Is there a God? I know I lost all my faith in him. But if there is a God. Why did he put us all here? Are we just some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experiment&lt;/span&gt;? Does he in fact love us like the church says? If so than why does he let us lead such fucked up lives? Where is he? And why won't he help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Why am I here? What is my purpose? To be frank I really don't have much to offer the world. What is my purpose? How do I know what it is? And how do I know if I'm fulfilling it? Or do I not even have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt; at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7071344770403666736-8339786522640549230?l=agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/8339786522640549230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7071344770403666736&amp;postID=8339786522640549230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/8339786522640549230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/8339786522640549230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-am-i-what-is-love-why-are-we-all.html' title='Who am I? What is love? Why are we all here?'/><author><name>AGirlLikeThat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027957851814753980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7071344770403666736.post-264903387068515756</id><published>2008-08-07T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:30:24.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with poeple</title><content type='html'>What the fuck. Testing cosmetic on animals is so fucking fucked up. I mean what kind of idiot came up with this? Don't they realize that it effect animals differently than it would effect us? Millions of animals die from this. And for what? For like sake of beauty? And they don't get a say in the matter. It's so stupid, evil, and pointless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7071344770403666736-264903387068515756?l=agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/264903387068515756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7071344770403666736&amp;postID=264903387068515756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/264903387068515756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/264903387068515756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-wrong-with-poeple.html' title='What is wrong with poeple'/><author><name>AGirlLikeThat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027957851814753980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7071344770403666736.post-7403414702182979788</id><published>2008-08-06T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:10:09.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POEM OF THE MONTH</title><content type='html'>Every month I will be posting a poem. I will also be posting my analysis, this is open to debate. If you think that I have missed what the poet was trying to say please tell me and tell me what you think it is about, if you would like to add on to what I said please do so, I’m sure that I will always at lest miss one thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening&lt;br /&gt;           Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose woods these are I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;His house is in the village though;&lt;br /&gt;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.&lt;br /&gt;My little horse must think it queer&lt;br /&gt;To stop without a farmhouse near&lt;br /&gt;Between the woods and frozen lake&lt;br /&gt;The darkest evening of the year.&lt;br /&gt;He gives his harness bells a shake&lt;br /&gt;To ask if there is some mistake.&lt;br /&gt;The only other sound's the sweep&lt;br /&gt;Of easy wind and downy flake.&lt;br /&gt;The woods are lovely, dark and deep.&lt;br /&gt;But I have promises to keep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is about a man who is in a dark state of mind, and he is all alone, he wants to kill himself, the horses ringing its bells represents him snapping out of it and realizing he is not done here, he has a promise to keep, and has a lot more of life to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7071344770403666736-7403414702182979788?l=agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/7403414702182979788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7071344770403666736&amp;postID=7403414702182979788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/7403414702182979788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/7403414702182979788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/2008/08/poem-of-month.html' title='POEM OF THE MONTH'/><author><name>AGirlLikeThat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027957851814753980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7071344770403666736.post-7118773149177390891</id><published>2008-08-06T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:43:05.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My theory on homophoes</title><content type='html'>My theory on homophones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people who are homophoes, or find Gays, Lesbians or Bisexuals “gross” are that why cause the are afraid that they are in fact one of those three. I told this to a friend of mine at school one (she is a homophoe) and she got mad and left. Ha-ha stupid bitch. She wasn’t really a friend; she was just some chick that followed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7071344770403666736-7118773149177390891?l=agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/7118773149177390891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7071344770403666736&amp;postID=7118773149177390891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/7118773149177390891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/7118773149177390891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-theory-on-homophones.html' title='My theory on homophoes'/><author><name>AGirlLikeThat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027957851814753980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7071344770403666736.post-6270275006370238772</id><published>2008-08-06T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:11:31.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>(Note: Not their real names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never really in to the whole blogging thing...but this has a password and they don't know about it; there for I can write whatever the fuck I want with out the fear of my mother, smith (the ass hole my mother married) or Jake (my little brother) I don't give a shit if any one reads it...most people in the world are stupid so if your stupid don't read this...case you will annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since this is my first entry I'll write a little bit about myself. My name is Ginger. I live in a small town. My family and I (when I say Family that doesn't include smith (note I will never capitalize the first letter in his name do to the fact that I have no respect for him) he came in to our lives after we bought our first house which is the one that we are living in now) My Family and I used to move around all the time, we where like gypsies, it seemed like every other month or so we where in a new apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first house that we have ever owned. But ironically we are losing it. So unless we sell it, and get enough money to pay the bank back, the bank will take the house from us we and we will end up on the streets...which would suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I feel like no stupid people are reading this I will write more about my life... I'll write about my sister, my father, the death of my father, issues at home and so on...until than I guess I'll just write more of my point of view on things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7071344770403666736-6270275006370238772?l=agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/feeds/6270275006370238772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7071344770403666736&amp;postID=6270275006370238772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/6270275006370238772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7071344770403666736/posts/default/6270275006370238772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agirllikethat-agirllikethat.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>AGirlLikeThat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027957851814753980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
