<?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-6446377</id><updated>2011-08-15T10:28:22.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich Hasst Dadurch Ich Bin</title><subtitle type='html'>I hate therefore I am


Ich Leibe Dich

I love you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-111004716787300216</id><published>2005-03-05T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T13:30:00.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MARKY MARK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/mbellhorn.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a crazed fan girl...that's Mark Bellhorn (god he's hott) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyyyy way...since i like to post lyrics...here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I wanted to find somewhere to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I opened up and left those fears inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I wanted to be in near on this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Only to find that there was noone there but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I woke up to real life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I realised its not worth running from anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When there was nowhere left to hide I found out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That nothings real here but I wont stop now until I find a better part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I let those hard days get me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And all the things I hate got in my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I could of screamed without a sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I found myself silenced by those things they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I woke up to real life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I realised its not worth running from anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When there was nowhere left to hide I found out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That nothings real here but I wont stop now until I find a better part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thats out there somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And it cant be that far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thats where ill find myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And i'll find my way out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thats where i'll find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I woke up to real life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I realised its not worth running from anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When there was nowhere left to hide I found out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That nothings real here but I wont stop now until I find a better part of me."- 3 Doors down- "The Real Life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The shades gone up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mothers staring down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;She don't know where he's been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Or how long he's been out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;She said 'Boy i'm tired of waiting up while your out with your friends'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;He said 'Mom im trying and im living my life the best way that I can'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cause i'm trying to be somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm not trying to be somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This life is mine i'm living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't you know me? I wont ever let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The day has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The son is moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;She don't know where he'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Or when he's coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;She said 'Son take care, don't let your dreams get too far out of sight'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;He said 'I love you now, don't worry about me you know i'll be fine'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cause i'm trying to be somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm not trying to be somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This life is mine i'm living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't you know me? I wont ever let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;NoI'm not trying to be somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't you know me? I wont ever let you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wont ever let you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What they know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What they think wont ever bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This life is mine and I am my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm trying to be somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm not trying to be somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This life is mine I lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't you know me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm trying to be somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm not trying to be somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This life is mine i'm living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't you know me? I wont ever let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm not trying to be somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't you know me? I wont ever let you downI wont be nobody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This life is mine and i am my own"- 3 doors down- "Be somebody."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Lay me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wash this blood off my hands for me while I cry out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't let me die before I go to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I can't keep going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I cannot start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This road I walk is paved with broken promises I've made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At least a million times I've fallen But never will I break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;These walls I make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They could hold me in and hold me back today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh but tomorrow's new and I'll walk right out and walk right over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you hear me screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please don't let me fall againT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his road I walk is paved with broken promises I've made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At least a million times I've fallen But never will I break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My time is on its way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll fall but I won't break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This road I walk is paved with broken promises &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've madeAt least a million times I've fallen But never will I break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This road I walk is paved with broken promises I've made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At least a million times I've fallen But never will I break" - 3 doors down "never will i break" great cd...go buy it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-111004716787300216?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/111004716787300216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=111004716787300216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/111004716787300216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/111004716787300216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2005/03/marky-mark.html' title='MARKY MARK!!!'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-110767039130693128</id><published>2005-02-06T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T01:14:55.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over...THANK GOD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why do I bother coming here and updating you ask...because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the realization...that i have no need, or want for any of the people who were in the main homeschool group (Cerridwen not included) Why should i want to hang out with people who don't care...I don't care so what is the point??? I'm sick of it...i've been away from it long enough...I'm done...I've got my friends...i don't need their friendship...all of that popular shit can die and burn in hell for all I care, i'm sick of being on the outside, so you know what...i'm just going to walk away...I've known those people longer then a lot of their good friends...and you know what Fuck it...I'm not good enough for any of them...so what...I don't care anymore...thank god...It's over...and I'm happy, I don't need to be someone else for them...i don't need to be someone else for anyone. They can like me for me...or they can hate me for it...but that's all they are going to get...it's everyone choice.&lt;br /&gt;In a way...I think me finding friends that i know are true lately really helped me out with that.&lt;br /&gt;I really am sick of it...I mean...I haven't seen them in a long time and i'm sick of it...I've got friends who are so much more like me...i think that's why...there's...Rel...Casey, Corinne, Cerridwen...Andrew, Sarah, Sara, i honestly don't have a huge group of good friends...but i'm content with just a few...i used to have more...but who cares...I love who my friends are.&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am...and anyone who would like to tell me other wise can burn for all I care, who ever you think i should be to make you like me is not me...and you can get over it and actually think about liking me even though i'm different...or...Hey...you can just go on your merry way...because i sure as hell am getting ready to go on mine...&lt;br /&gt;so fuck the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who i am&lt;br /&gt;and fuck you if you don't care&lt;br /&gt;Loud, yeah that's what you think&lt;br /&gt;I'm tormented don't you worry&lt;br /&gt;more mature then you'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this&lt;br /&gt;it's over now&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that you could see&lt;br /&gt;What you are missing out on&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i cared&lt;br /&gt;God what was i thinking.&lt;br /&gt;you're choice, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;If you want me..try to catch up with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already on my way.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all you people who don't get it&lt;br /&gt;and fuck all of you who don't look beyond it&lt;br /&gt;this shit is over...i'm sick of it&lt;br /&gt;I've realized it now&lt;br /&gt;I don't need the popular crowd to get by&lt;br /&gt;I need people who i can talk to&lt;br /&gt;People who i can joke with&lt;br /&gt;My friends...&lt;br /&gt;No more trying&lt;br /&gt;no more crying because i don't fit in&lt;br /&gt;it's over&lt;br /&gt;i don't care&lt;br /&gt;None of you care either&lt;br /&gt;and that's how it should be&lt;br /&gt;goodbye longing&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby's black balloon makes her fly&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell into that hole in your life&lt;br /&gt;And you're not thinking bout tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were the same as me&lt;br /&gt;But on your knees&lt;br /&gt;A thousand other boys could never reach you&lt;br /&gt;How could I have been the one&lt;br /&gt;I saw the world spin beneath you&lt;br /&gt;And scatter like ice from the spoon&lt;br /&gt;That was your womb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming down the world turned over&lt;br /&gt;And angels fall without you there&lt;br /&gt;And I go on as you get colder&lt;br /&gt;Or are you someone's prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the lies they always told you&lt;br /&gt;And the love you never knew&lt;br /&gt;What's the things they never showed you&lt;br /&gt;That swallow the light from the sun&lt;br /&gt;Inside your room&lt;br /&gt;Coming down the world turned over&lt;br /&gt;And angels fall without you there&lt;br /&gt;And I go on as you get colder&lt;br /&gt;Always someone. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no time left for losing&lt;br /&gt;When you stand they fall&lt;br /&gt;Coming down the world turned over&lt;br /&gt;And angels fall without you there&lt;br /&gt;And I go on as you get colder&lt;br /&gt;All because I'm&lt;br /&gt;Coming down the years turned over&lt;br /&gt;And angels fall without you there&lt;br /&gt;And I'll go on now and lead you home and&lt;br /&gt;All because I'm&lt;br /&gt;All because I'm&lt;br /&gt;And I'll become&lt;br /&gt;What you became to me "- Black Ballon - the goo goo dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it's one of my favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weavers live up the street from me&lt;br /&gt;the crackheads, they live down the street from me&lt;br /&gt;the tall grass makes it hard to see&lt;br /&gt;beyond my property&lt;br /&gt;hey man, this is criminal,this hard line symmetry&lt;br /&gt;of people and pets&lt;br /&gt;we don't bother anyone&lt;br /&gt;we keep to ourselvesthe mailman visits each of us in turn&lt;br /&gt;we don't bother anyone&lt;br /&gt;we keep to ourselves&lt;br /&gt;the mailman visits each of us in time&lt;br /&gt;gotta live, gotta live, gotta live&lt;br /&gt;in shit towne&lt;br /&gt;gotta live, gotta live, gotta live&lt;br /&gt;in our town."- Shit Towne by Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because...hell...it's true. in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off...to bed...ta...all you people who don't read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Bennett (Or better known as Haley) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-110767039130693128?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/110767039130693128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=110767039130693128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/110767039130693128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/110767039130693128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-overthank-god.html' title='It&apos;s over...THANK GOD.'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-110099702533218069</id><published>2004-11-20T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T19:30:25.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>meh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, i haven't updated this in...well....about a month. i guess that's what LiveJournal will do to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My birthday is in 4 days. It should be awesome. People are coming over that night for cheesecake. yummmmmmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Horkans are coming on the 23, that should be interesting, i haven't seen them...since may...or june...or something like that. I have to say Paul has become my favorite Horkan, he's the honest one. i could probably make him a good non-clone-like-person if i really wanted to, the other ones are too old for me to even try. Emily never went out of that preppy teenybopper stage. I did, because well, being a teeny is the farthest thing on my mind, and i will say the only time i think about pop or rap is when I'm saying it sucks, or I'm saying that it's actually sort of good (avril lavgine, fefe dobson,Pink, jay-z and linkin parks new songs) I don't like rap, but i'm telling you Linkin Park and Jay-z together rocks. god...everyone should be listening to encore/numb, it is the best. it's just awesome...i think you should all listen to it because it rocks. it's just...wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kayla might be sleeping over next weekend *squeels* i haven't seen her in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aunt Linda sent me presents i got them...they rock a really awesome red sox world champs shirt and some christmas socks that are really cool, the red sox shirt is...yay!!! that would be my third red sox shirt, i have three hats, i need some pictures, or pants, or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm waiting for Cerridwen to get here. she should be here soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;then it's off to contra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wheee!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;well i'll see ya'll later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loves from, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haley Bennett.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-110099702533218069?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109822313362782263</id><published>2004-10-19T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T17:58:53.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's about time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i've been negelcting my blog...you can arrest me for neglect if you must *Holds out hands so you can put hand cuffs on them* i however have not been negelecting my live journal...i hate to admit it...but i stort of like it better then this...although i do love my blog *Huggles blog* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm listening to rammstein...i need a rammstein cd...or four. *head bangs to "Ich will"* i have fallen in love with rammstein...they are just...awesome. you should all listen to them, no matter how perverted the translations to the songs are...*gives look at the meaning behind bück dich, and the meaning for Halleuja* they are all awesome songs. *head bangs and sings "ich will"* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my head hurts, i'm tired, and the red sox are only one game behind the yankees (meaning if they win tonight it's tied and the next person to win goes to the world seris if they lose....yankees go) i HATE the Yankees....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm really really tired though...had to watch the last hour and a half of the second part of the farscape mini seris...i missed the begining of the second airing...cuz i was watching the all important baseball game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*puts on bück dich* this song is awesome...another great rammstein song is "mein teil" go to launch and watch the video.  &lt;a href="http://www.launch.com"&gt;www.launch.com&lt;/a&gt; o oops...you have to be a yahoo member...uhh...i don't know...find a way to listen to the great german industreil music. listen to KMFDM too...they're awesome.  and well read my live journal if you really miss me...most new stuff is on there. i update whenever the need be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alrighty...i'm going to go....maybe take something for my headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loves your little invisable friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haley Bennett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109822313362782263?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109822313362782263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>more song...hour...thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Trapped under ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Comfortably cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've gone as low as you can go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feel no remorse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No sense of shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time's gonna wash away all pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I made a god out of blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not superiority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I killed the king of deceit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I sleep in anarchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sacrifice to the cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Turn your code into law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Compensate to validate the loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take a thief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nail him to a cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gospel of rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Faction of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deviate from the absolute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Born of revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Raised on cement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chaos created government&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I made a god out of blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not superiority &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I killed the king of deciet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wake me up in Anarchy."- KMFDM "Anarchy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Ready steady stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hurry up and wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The tick tick ticking of the clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Delineates your fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What I don't see I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What I don't know I don't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What I don't want I don't need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What I don't need I don't feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What I don't fee I don't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What I don't say I don't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What I don't do I don't like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What I don't like I waste" - KMFDM "Waste"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I have come to rock your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have come to shake your faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anathematic Anarchist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have come to take my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am your apocalypse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am your belief unwrought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Monolithic juggernaut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm the illegitimate son of god"- KMFDM "Stray Bullet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Ask not What you can do for your country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ask what your country did to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the only reason your still alive is because someone has decided to let you live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We owe so much money we're not broke we're broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;we're so poor we can't even pay attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So what do you want do you want, you want to be famous and rich and happy but your terrifed you have nothining to offer this world nothing to say and no way to say it but you can say it in three langauges." -KMFDM -"Dogma"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"The stars will cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The blackest tears tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And this is the moment that I live for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I can smell the ocean air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And here I amPouring my heart onto these rooftops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Just a ghost to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;That's exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Exactly what I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Of our dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;For a second I wish the tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Would swallow every inch of this city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;As you gasp for air tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'd scream this song right in your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I swear I won't miss a beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cause I never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Never have before" Story of the Year "Anthem of our dying day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"now how should i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i think i feel alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so tell me where to aim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm blinded by the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;this world is crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my dreams are fading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no one can save me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i want my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and when i wake up you'll be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and it will be the way it was"- Smile Empty Soul "I want my life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"too many weeds in the flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;too many pills in the pharmacy now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;too many bugs in the shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;there's too much shit in the air we breathe now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;there's too much anger inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;there's too much scarring when i bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;there's too much therapy i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;there is no god that i have seen" - Smile Empty Soul "Therapy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"stand there with your ball and chain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bitch about what you've created&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;caught up in the masquerade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you've already been paid and made it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so don't pretend to know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;to feel the things that we must live through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you only see with your dying eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;there's only one thing i will ask of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;can you take this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;can you make it right do you have the words to say to make it all go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you act so wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and so refined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you can keep your lies cos i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;never gonna go your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;promises of a better life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but what's wrong with the one i'm leading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;everyone has a different fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a different wound that keeps them bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so what's wrong with a little fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;everybody needs to find their something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;is this how your gonna treat your son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;f*** 'em up and give em nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;everybody needs to find their own way through life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;everybody needs to find their own way"- Smile Empty Soul "Your way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yea...i like KMFDM and Smile Empty Soul....i'm insane like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so well that's my update...besides the fact that i am DONE with "no easy answers: the truth behind death at columbine" great book...everyone should go out and read it because it rocks....*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ah well talk to ya'll later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oh, yea...and i like pipe staging....it doesn't wobble.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and moutain dew code red...rocks..yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm that and Vinilla Pepsi...they are the only soda's i'll buy if they are there...unless there is something else i want to try...but most of the time i'll buy one of them....i don't like plain soda anymore...it's much better when there is flavor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Haley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109596898409941448?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109521497591421492</id><published>2004-09-14T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T22:22:55.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh well</title><content type='html'>i was going to update...september 11th but i was sidetracked...why you ask..because it would have been Dylan Klebold's 23rd birthday and because of all the sadness about the day anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The morning of September 11th (acutally 12:00am) i completly changed my views on how dylan died...i now think he was shot by a cop.  his tec-9 is in his right hand....the wound on his left temple. the path of the bullet is slightly downward...now who would tilt thier head and shoot themselves in the head in the left temple with their right hand...come on kids, make the motion...tell me how hard it is. and his origional possion makes you think to, he was on Eric's knee....now why would he be close enough to fall on Eric's knee??? and who would have kicked him over? ahh the mysteries of the columbine shooting that we will never know..&lt;br /&gt;i am getting "no easy answers: the truth behind the death at columbine" YAY!!!!! should be here tomorrrow or the next day...along with a german book...be prepared for German in posts Ich bin gott!!!!!! Sort of like that...i love that saying i thank Eric Harris for making me like that saying...haha... it means "i am god" i'm getting a whole bunch of books actually,  i can't wait...of course that means i'll have to start school work, which shouldn't bother me if i have stuff that i like doing. lets see, i'm learning about: Medievil history, U.S history, U.S. consatution, U.S government, Algebra (just because i can even though i'm only in 8th grade) and German, and of course a whole bunch of other math.  i can't wait for it all to get here...fun fun fun....ha ha ...GERMAN!!!!!!!! Then me and Rachel (person from Livejournal) can talk to each other in German...haha..should be a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109521497591421492?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109521497591421492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109521497591421492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109521497591421492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109521497591421492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-well.html' title='oh well'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109430004896810340</id><published>2004-09-04T07:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T08:14:08.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well Rachel and Jeff are getting married today, at 1:00pm it'll be awesome, i'm a Junior bridesmaid, haha, one step up from flower girl, i have to walk and dance with Jerry (he's my fathers age) but i know him so it's ok, mom and i have to go over to Mary Mars' (jeff's mom's) house at 8:30 to get all ready with all of the other girls, Dad and the rest of the guys are going to Jimmy's (jeff's brother/best man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;can't wait, i get to dance with corinne and casey since they're coming, and i get to sit at the head table (i didn't last time i was in the wedding those were the disadvagtages of being a flower girl, haha, wheee. it'll be awesome, we'll be out really late probably, we have really pretty dresses they are plain tank top style sleeves, looooong navy blue, and these shoes that are a little too small so i have to try not to kill my self (Nevermind that they are heals) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i like my new cd it's good, it's Crossfade, which i thankfully heard on Octane satalite radio one night and i fell in love with them, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"hey hey watch me wave goodbye to yesterday, nothing left in my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey hey i've been saved with sun shining on my pain getting me through this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey hey watch me wave goodbye to yesterday nothing left in my way feel so good to say so far away i've been changin but you'll never see me now."- Crossfade so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm happy for rachel and jeff, i mean i can't picture them marrying anyone else but each other, they are like family, Jeff, Rachel, Jerry, Dave, Jodi, Casey, Corinne, they are all like family, even though there's like three diffrent familes there, and you can't forget little jimmy and Jayme, i've known jimmy since he was two or three, and they both hang on me, all the time, but i love them anyway. I love all of the people that i have found are true friends, even if we haven't known them for very long, Corinne and Casey are true friends to me, Jeff and Rachel are, Jerry is, all of the comeaus (counting corinne and case and amanda) are, i love our "newfounded friends" we have known them all for a few years, well i should go get ready it's 8:09 so i might want to think about making sure i have everything, alright, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;see ya, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;love ya, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;have fun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109430004896810340?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109430004896810340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109430004896810340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109430004896810340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109430004896810340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/09/wedding-day.html' title='Wedding Day'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109379139175492202</id><published>2004-08-29T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T10:57:51.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dylan Bennet Klebold......&lt;br /&gt;was still alive....maybe not concious but still alive, until he was rolled onto his back into the posision you can find him in the the suicide pics....that's where he died....he may not have felt it but i mean....it wasn't instant...&lt;br /&gt;at least he didn't have to bleed to death or suffer for very long, and even if he did he may not have been concious of it which i guess is a settling feeling...at least he is in a better place and or at peace...&lt;br /&gt;someone rolled him over....who was it??????? unless it was himself...which i can see clearly...i mean i can imagine him rolling himself over, unless he wasn't concious which he probably wasn't...then i mean...who could of done it, eric probably didn't kick him off of his leg, because eric was already dead....so who was it??? if there were cammra's in the libary there would be so much solved...jeffco wouldn't have to question who shot dylan....or any of that crap...but i can't imagine even watching a tape like that... that's where the most people died....where the most happened...that was there most of the blood was....no, i doubt even the forensic crime scene people would want to see that.&lt;br /&gt;i have come to the conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;eric harris died the right way...even if it was because of a bullet...it was instant...instant death...is the best kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Eric David Harris&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Dylan Bennet Klebold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can hate me for symapthing with murderers...but i don't chose my obsessions..they just happen.  and if you want how i felt last night and a little more on what i think of it....click on the link that leads to my live journal... i love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109379139175492202?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109379139175492202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109379139175492202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109379139175492202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109379139175492202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/08/dylan-bennet-klebold.html' title=''/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109348640024713635</id><published>2004-08-25T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T22:46:11.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>song hour...again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok........bits of cool songs.... again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we may lose and we may win,&lt;br /&gt;though we will never be here again&lt;br /&gt;so open up i'm climbing in&lt;br /&gt;so take it easy&lt;br /&gt;*instermental break thing*&lt;br /&gt;well i been runnin down the road&lt;br /&gt;tryin to losen my load got a world of trouble on my mind." - the egales take it easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"readin books about science a smart star&lt;br /&gt;but is that enough no&lt;br /&gt;cuz smart dont' make you cool&lt;br /&gt;he's not invisable anymore&lt;br /&gt;with his fathers nine and a broken view&lt;br /&gt;since he walked through the classroom door&lt;br /&gt;he's all over prime time news&lt;br /&gt;Mary's got the same sized hands as Marlyin Monroe&lt;br /&gt;she put her fingers in the imprints&lt;br /&gt;at manns chinise thearter show&lt;br /&gt;she could have been a movie star&lt;br /&gt;never got the chance to go that far&lt;br /&gt;life was stole&lt;br /&gt;now we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;they were crying to the camrea&lt;br /&gt;he showed up to the parties he was hanging in&lt;br /&gt;guys were putting him down pullin him round&lt;br /&gt;now i wish i could have talked to him&lt;br /&gt;gave him the time of day&lt;br /&gt;not turn away&lt;br /&gt;if i would have been the one to maybe go this far&lt;br /&gt;he might have stayed at home&lt;br /&gt;playing angry chords on his guitar&lt;br /&gt;he's not invisable anymore&lt;br /&gt;with his baggy pants and his legs in chains&lt;br /&gt;since he walked through that class room door&lt;br /&gt;every body knows his name"- Kelly Rowland "Stole" (it is an R&amp;B, pop like song but it's cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Columbine flower bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; tenderly i sing to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Columbine roseblood red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heartbreak overflows my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Columbine flower bloom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Columbine there's hope for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Columbine friend of mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;turn our pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to your gain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;keep our hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;on the mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Comfort us with your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Comfort me said sweet realisse&lt;br /&gt;come from you&lt;br /&gt;where it's true&lt;br /&gt;i hide my self in you&lt;br /&gt;can you still hear the raging guns&lt;br /&gt;ending dreams of precious ones." Jonathan and Stephen Cohn "Friend of mine (columbine)" (this song is not a famous song, and i probably should not be using it, but i do have the song on my computer and i really like it, but i do not have permission to be using it, it's very good though, and i am very sorry if anyone is offended by me putting this in here.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"see you sitting next to the window in the bedroom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she breaks down (breaks down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crying over something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;staring into nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she's afraid now (Hey now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanting, needing, hunting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;faking what is happened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to live the life like that man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll break down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's fake now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;will you will you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love me tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so will you will you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stay with me today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;findin out a reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to fight the way she's feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she breaks down (breaks down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;goin through the motions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and holding on to hopes and the dreams now (some how)&lt;br /&gt;shaken mistaken forsaken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's killing me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wishin you can change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it's always been this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if you leave now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll drown." - P.O.D "will you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" you hurt youself and blame me when you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;co-depentant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you have lost lost control and crashed into a wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;co-dependent your co-dependent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am a bad seed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it fills my own needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never was scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to take my chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i see the downfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cuz i'm not so sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i've got my own life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and you can't stand it." Adema- "co-dependent"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"i don't want your sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just need a little theropy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;at least that's why they say to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey-ho lets go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm gonna start a riot you don't wanna try it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one two f*ck you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't wanna be like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can't you see it's killing me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm my own worse enamy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;knock me down i'll keep on movin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's the art of losin." - American Hi-Fi "the art of losin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I never really wanted you to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the screwed up side of me that i keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;locked inside of me so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it always seems to get to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i nevre really wanted you to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so many things you should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i guess now for me there's just no hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i never meant to be so cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what i really meant to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is i'm sorry for the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i never meant to be so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never meant to be so cold." - Crossfade "cold"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i guess that's it for now....peace out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i started typing this at 9:52pm it is now 10:44pm...almost an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109348640024713635?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109348640024713635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109348640024713635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109348640024713635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109348640024713635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/08/song-houragain.html' title='song hour...again'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109331682872778674</id><published>2004-08-23T22:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T23:07:08.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>uhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Less Than Jake is a good band, they are punk, but i like them, along with Crossfade, who are not punk but hard rock, they have an awesome song that can be found in my live journal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"i've come to my senses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that i've become senseless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i could give you lessions how to ruin your friendships &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;every last conviction i've smoked them all away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i drank my frustrations down the drain out of the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i sit and wait and wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"does anyone else feel like me" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone so tired of their routines and disappearing self-esteems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; I'll sing along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah with every emergency,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just sing along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm the king of catastrophies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm so far gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That deep down inside I think it's fine by me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm my own worst enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i could be an expert on co-dependency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i could right the best book on under age tragedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i've been spending my time at the local liquor store &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i've been sleeping nightly on my best friends kitchen floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I sit and wait and wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Does anyone else feel like me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm so over-dosed on apathy and burnt out on sympathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; I'll sing along,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah with every emergency,&lt;br /&gt;Just sing along,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the king of catastrophies,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far gone,&lt;br /&gt;That deep down inside I think it's fine by me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm my own worst enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let the meaning slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lost my faith in another day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Self deprication seems okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never thought I'd make it anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; I'll sing along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah with every emergency,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just sing along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm the king of catastrophies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm so far gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That deep down inside I think it's fine by me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm my own worst enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm my own worst enamy x5" - less than jake 'the science of selling yourself short'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i like Less than Jack, the song above...is really awesome.....haha...i love it...it's cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;uhh...well i guess i have nothing to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Haley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109310476414170312</id><published>2004-08-21T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T12:12:44.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time for an update. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i decided it was time for an update, i'm home..i've been home....anyway. uh.........i really can't think of anything to say, i have an aniversary party tonight, i think that's about it for today......i mean.....it's raining.....does it EVER STOP!! we didn't really have much of a summer, sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Time for a papa roach song *laughs evily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need to calculate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what creates my own madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I'm addicted to your punishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and you're the master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I am waiting for disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel irrational&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So confrontational&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To tell the truth I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;getting away with murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it isn't possibleto ever tell the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but the reality is I'm getting away with murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I drink my drink and I don't even want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think my thoughts when I don't even need to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never look back cause I don't even want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I don't need to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because I'm getting away with murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel irrational&lt;br /&gt;So confrontational&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth I am&lt;br /&gt;getting away with murder&lt;br /&gt;it isn't possibleto ever tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;but the reality is I'm getting away with murder&lt;br /&gt;(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away with murder) - Getting away with murder - papa roach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i love that song.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ok....well....................uhhhhhhhhhhhh.......... i think that's all i have to say....see ya..................love ya........Namarie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109310476414170312?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109310476016537693</id><published>2004-08-21T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T12:12:40.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time for an update. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i decided it was time for an update, i'm home..i've been home....anyway. uh.........i really can't think of anything to say, i have an aniversary party tonight, i think that's about it for today......i mean.....it's raining.....does it EVER STOP!! we didn't really have much of a summer, sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Time for a papa roach song *laughs evily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need to calculate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what creates my own madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I'm addicted to your punishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and you're the master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I am waiting for disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel irrational&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So confrontational&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To tell the truth I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;getting away with murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it isn't possibleto ever tell the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but the reality is I'm getting away with murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I drink my drink and I don't even want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think my thoughts when I don't even need to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never look back cause I don't even want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I don't need to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because I'm getting away with murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel irrational&lt;br /&gt;So confrontational&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth I am&lt;br /&gt;getting away with murder&lt;br /&gt;it isn't possibleto ever tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;but the reality is I'm getting away with murder&lt;br /&gt;(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away with murder) - Getting away with murder - papa roach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i love that song.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ok....well....................uhhhhhhhhhhhh.......... i think that's all i have to say....see ya..................love ya........Namarie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109310476016537693?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109310476016537693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109310476016537693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109310476016537693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109310476016537693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/08/time-for-update.html' title='time for an update. '/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109269056647889533</id><published>2004-08-16T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T17:09:26.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>well............uh-huh</title><content type='html'>so we come home tomorrow, wedding was yesterday, went ridding around today, saw my  cousins Joey and Victoria, and such, wedding was fun, sort of boring, i have figured out i am not having a curch wedding, it takes to long.&lt;br /&gt;Tori gave me her Nirvana's greatist hits cd because she didn't listen to it, it's cool, i like it.&lt;br /&gt;must go, cousins are here, byee see ya tomrrow.&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Haley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109269056647889533?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109269056647889533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109269056647889533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109269056647889533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109269056647889533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/08/welluh-huh.html' title='well............uh-huh'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109236488687751724</id><published>2004-08-12T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T23:18:39.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>watch out Rhode Island, here we come </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so, leaving tomorrow morning....haha... uhh...yea...not much to say really, cept i'll talk to you all while i'm there, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;uhh yea.&lt;br /&gt;Zan, i'm going to try to get my parents to let me hang out with you it's a little shaky as of now, don't ask, my parents, are, well, parents, i think that is the best way to discribe it.&lt;br /&gt;so well, i 'll see you all when i get back, in four days, haha not long, i get to argue about Columbine with my cousin, hah...weeeeeeeee. send me lots of e-mail to come back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:musicfreak18@vermontel.net"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;musicfreak18@vermontel.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:myband_letsplay@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;myband_letsplay@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; *writes Reb and voDKa on her new notebook* i'm going to be ready to terroize RI when i get there, *evil laugh* soo happy *graffiti's both inside covers of her new notebook* i'll talk to you. i'll update, maybe, i might be able to. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;so....bye...i guess since i have nothing else to write.&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P VoDKa&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Reb&lt;br /&gt;my cousin can disagree as much as he wants, they need crosses. like Zan said, lets build our own!!&lt;br /&gt; Ade (goodbye) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Haley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109236488687751724?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109236488687751724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109236488687751724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109236488687751724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109236488687751724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/08/watch-out-rhode-island-here-we-come.html' title='watch out Rhode Island, here we come '/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109225261311129026</id><published>2004-08-11T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T15:30:13.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>song hour with, Lostprophets, A.F.I, New found golry, and more..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;going to RI in two days...on Rachels Birthday the 13th, it's too bad really, i feel bad about not being here for her birthday, even though she'll probably be working, so i guess it's ok..ok...SONG HOUR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;peices of songs...haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"the storms i've weathered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt; you know they don't seem to be as bad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;if you think there hope fr0m here and there's a life you should now have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt; i don't have answers and no questions bring to mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt; so here i've ended up there's no more signs and the roads are blocked on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it just doesn't that easy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't know where to go, i don't what to be, i don't know how to change from being me. i dont' know what to say, maybe another i'll stop getting lost and find my way, all i know is gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i see no reason to move on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt; i see no reason to move on." - Lostprophets 'i don't know'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"tonight i felt stronger, inside of your ways, it takes a lot to get home, but it's ok when the light is always on, i just want you to understand, there's no need to keep waiting, another day in another hand it could be so diffrent, a letter to me your wasting time you know you could be you know you could try but tonight you'll get it right you will make a diffrence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tonight, Tonight, Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I Feel stronger, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;f i could see through, even so far awayIts all you need too, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;make it through another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Surprise, Scream your heart out, Inside you will hand down, Today it all seems too strong If only you tried you would move on" - Lostprophets 'goodbye tonight'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"An empty chair at all the tables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I'll be seeing you when all my days boil down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But it's better where you're going anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm sorry I heard about the bad news today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's really hard to get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tough times and long days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But it really just depends on the season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For now we'll say goodbye We know it's not the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've lost the best part of my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But it's better where you're going anywayT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3366ff;"&gt;his is the last thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; will remember It's better where you're going anyway" - New found Glory -'sonny' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"I'll lay me down tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Much further down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Watch stars go out tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;On sinking groundI'll lay me down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'll lay me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(What follows) me as the whitest lace of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(Will swallow whole) just begs to be imbrued?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What follows has lead me to this placewhere I belong, with all erased" - A.F.I 'Girls not Grey'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"And we laugh till we cry Always so hard to say goodbye (good bye) And we all sit round here in our home town It's so good like this, these are times we'll miss The memories, I hope they'll never fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Glowing embers lie across the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Here by my side, in my summer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;our last summer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The world passes by in my summer, our last summer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Alive to watch it all, the view through our last summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;he view from our last summer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; I would stop time to stay with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I would stop time so we don't move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I would stop time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I would stop time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; I would stop time to keep you" - Lostprophets "last summer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm seein red Don't think you'll have to see my face again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;don't have much time for sympathy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cuz it never happened to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You feelin blue now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I think you bit off more than you could chew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And now it's time to make a choice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And all I wanna hear is your voice... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So follow the leader down And swallow your pride and drown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When there's no place left to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Maybe thats when you will know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Follow the leader down And swallow your pride and drown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When theres no place left to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Maybe thats when you will know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And foolish lies well can't you see I tried to compromise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cuz what you say ain't always true And I can see the tears in your eyes And what you said now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Can't stop the words from running through my head And what I do to get through to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But you'd only do it again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So follow the leader down And swallow your pride and drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; When there's no place left to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Maybe that's when you will know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Follow the leader down And swallow your pride and drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; When there's no place left to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Maybe that's when you will know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well I confess, I don't know what to make from all this mess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't have much time for sympathy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But it never happened to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You Feelin down now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I don't know where i'll be when you come around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And now it's time to make a choice, And all I wanna hear is your voice... - Unwritten Law  'Seein red'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffff33;"&gt;All really great songs, Lostprophets have a lot more good songs, i did although just get their cd, well...byeeeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109225261311129026?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109225261311129026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109225261311129026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109225261311129026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109225261311129026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/08/song-hour-with-lostprophets-afi-new.html' title='song hour with, Lostprophets, A.F.I, New found golry, and more..'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109208884834393519</id><published>2004-08-09T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T18:05:34.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...their back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have you ever had one of those things, where you just wish it would go away and you never had to think about it again, but you don't want it too, it's like you would miss it insanely if it did go away? that discribes my thing about &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eric Harris&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Dylan Klebold&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Columbine,&lt;/span&gt; i mean i just wish i didn't have to think about it all the time i wish i didn't sometimes, but if they went away i would "miss" them...it's weird. it's like, i'm afraid to lose someone who's already dead, two people i've never met. it's so...weird. it goes away and i don't have a hunger to write about it, or really do anything that has to do with it, something else replaces it, for the time being, then it comes back, i just have to think about it well enough and see: "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Reb and VoDKa&lt;/span&gt;" somewhere and it all comes flooding back, it sucks, but at the same time it doesn't and it may seem confusing, it confuses me too but i think part of it makes perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Columbine&lt;/span&gt; was a stupid mistake, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Littleton&lt;/span&gt; needed a better school system, a better police system, and all that, most of all they needed the shooting to show them they needed all of it, they needed to be showen they needed to pay more attention, that they needed to be nicer to other kids, schools all over make the same mistakes, but the results aren't as drastic, or they catch it quickly, around 97, 98,0r 99, the kids in Middletown Elementary were picking on other kids. one of my best friends was in 5th or 6th grade, and some of the other kids would call her and other people Lesbians and laugh at her when she dropped stuff, that was ELEMANTRY SCHOOL!!! It sucked, because i was in 1st or 2nd grade and when i tried to stand up for her i got "no you can't help her, you have to stay in line." in that older kid way that makes you listen, i remember who it was who would laugh at her, i was friends with her younger sister. i don't know why they picked on Becky, maybe because she got grossed out easily, cried easily, was basically best friends with a 7 year old. i feel bad for her, but she's good now, i mean, she's a normal kid, but i bet she still gets picked on, because kids never stop. and that is what drives other kids to the edge, that was one of the reasons &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eric &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Dylan &lt;/span&gt;killed people at &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Columbine&lt;/span&gt;, because kids never let up, they need to build up self-estem so they degrade other kids and suck them dry of theirs, putting them in power, and there is a lesson in stuff like Columbine, if you keep pushing, eventually they are going to snap, and everyone is going to pay for it, a harsh and sad, but true reality. i fell bad for them (&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;eric &lt;/span&gt;an &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;dylan&lt;/span&gt;) they would have had futures, but they were pushed to far, so no one will know what future they could have had, their future belonged to guns and pipe bombs, and it was shattered probably the momment they walked into &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Columbine High School&lt;/span&gt; and started hanging out, the momment they were called Gay, and all that crap, it's so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Columbine&lt;/span&gt; was not preventable, it was before the torment pushed them, but no one saw it, no one saw the torment pushing them toward the breaking point, all they saw was the snap. thats why it wasn't preventable, because people dont' look close enough to see the real truth, and it's sad, there is probably some kid out there planning the next &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Columbine&lt;/span&gt; for the same reason: They were pushed to the breaking point, and if they do it they can prove they were better then the others, because all the people who terroized them won't be known thoughout the country, at least it's unlikely, they will do it to prove themselves.&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday we'll learn, it's not in if the school has sicurity cammera's or metal decectors, that won't help, it's teaching kids that they are not better just because they think they are, that if you push hard enough, it will break, it's that way with everything, including life, and patince, and of course self estem.&lt;br /&gt;Suicide and Homocide, both dreams of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Columbine &lt;/span&gt;killers, broken....already snapped, don't push to hard, it will break, it will snap, and all you'll be left with will be the memory of, pushing, snapping, and the times before. Think...just Think before you degrade some one.&lt;br /&gt;I know i pick on people...i know it...but i'm kidding, when people do it and they aren't kidding, even if they are, it can lead to stuff like it, becareful, once you reach the breaking point there is no going back, no turning around, no taking it back, once something has snapped it's nearly impossible to put it back together.&lt;br /&gt;don't push, don't take it, don't snap, don't make others snap, that's the way the world should work with a few extra's thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109208884834393519?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109208884834393519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109208884834393519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109208884834393519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109208884834393519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/08/welltheir-back.html' title='Well...their back'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109159064781048768</id><published>2004-08-03T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:37:27.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DISTURBED </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok........two distured songs full of swears just because they are soooo cool...heavy metal.....sorta with really cool lyrics....yay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tell me exactlywhat am I supposed to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now that I haveallowed you to beat me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do you think thatwe could play another game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe I can win this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I kind of like the misery you put me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Darling, you can trust mecompletely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you even try to look the other way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think that I could kill this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rah! Rah! {x2}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It doesn't really seem I'm getting through to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Though I see you weeping so sweetly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think that you migh thave to take another taste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a little bit of hell this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rah! Rah!Lie to me!Rah! Rah!Lie to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is she not right? Is she insane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Will she now run for her life in the battle that ends this day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is she not right?!Is she insane?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Will she now run for her life now that she LIED TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You always wanted people to remember you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You leave your little mark on society!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Don't you know your wish is coming true today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Another victim dies tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rah! Rah!Lie to me!Rah! Rah!Lie to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is she not right?Is she insane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Will she now run for her lifein the battle that ends this day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is she not right?!Is she insane?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Will she now run for her lifenow that she LIED TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ramidi ma ma ba di ma!Ramidi ma ma din do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ramidi ma ma ba di ma!Ramidi ma ma ba di mo!{all x2}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is she really telling lies again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Doesn't she realize she's in danger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eeeeeeeyow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is she not right?Is she insane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Will she now run for her life in the battle that ends this day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is she not right?! Is she insane?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Will she now run for her lifenow that she LIED TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The little bitch,she went and she told A LIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now she will never tell another.A LIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The little bitch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;she went and she told A LIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NEVER F**KING LIE TO ME - Disturbed- The Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;HA HA cool song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Drowning deep in my sea of loathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Broken your servant I kneel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It seems what's left of my human side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is slowly changing in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Looking at my own reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When suddenly it changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Violently it changes (oh no) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There is no turning back now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You've woken up the demon in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Chorus:]Get up, come on get down with the sickness [x3]Open up your hate, and let it flow into me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get up, come on get down with the sickness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You mother get up come on get down with the sickness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You f**ker get up come on get down with the sickness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Madness is the gift, that has been given to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can see inside you, the sickness is rising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't try to deny what you feel(Will you give in to me?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It seems that all that was good has died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And is decaying in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It seems you're having some trouble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In dealing with these changesLiving with these changes (oh no) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The world is a scary placeNow that you've woken up the demon in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Chorus x2] - Disturbed- Down with the Sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ok i lied one more..this is like...my all time favorite Disturbed song...well one of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Believe, when you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will never need to recognize yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To deceive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To remove all chance of doubt and be received&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With your lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The deception is complete when you concede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To reject your lives, sacrificed to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penance can't absolve your sin, into me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penance can't absolve your sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All your belief cannot absolve your sin [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Believe, when you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will never need to recognize the source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of deceit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To renew your faith in God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You must believe, in your lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The redemption is complete when you conceive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And declineTo release your lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sacrificed to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penance can't absolve your sin, into me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penance can't absolve your sinAll your belief cannot absolve your sin [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reap your life, like you want to recognize, all you've come to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x2]Reap your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Veiled in shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Recognize Faces of the crucified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can hear their screams tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ever haunting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Burn your lie into me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penance can't absolve your sin, into me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penance can't absolve your sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All your belief cannot absolve your sin [x4] - Disturbed - Believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sleep...is good....ta.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Hale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109159064781048768?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109159064781048768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109159064781048768' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109159064781048768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109159064781048768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/08/disturbed.html' title='DISTURBED '/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109156189479066505</id><published>2004-08-03T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T15:38:14.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and there will be music </title><content type='html'>IT''S HERE IT'S HERE IT'S HERE!!!!!!!!! it would be my new acousitc BLACK guitar...very happy, mom tuned it, since she had the pactinence to sit and do it...and try to figure it out...haha..it's really pretty, i love it, it's gorgous..and i'm very happy. we were cleaning out mom's car so that it's all clean if they decide to trade it in for another car....i love this car though it's so cool...we've had it since 99 i think, i love it, but hey i loved all of my fathers trucks and was very upset when he got rid of them, i was also sad when mom got rid of her jeep, but the jeep was basically dead and the explorer was newer and nifty and it had a 6 cd changer in the arm rest haha......it's soooooo cool. i want it...but you see i am not old enough to drive nor do i think my parents are going to save it until i am. i do want a four wheeler though...but i have no room to ride it...we'll just make my evil neighbors move, and then someone nice will buy over there and i'll tear up their property....well i can wish can't i?&lt;br /&gt;Ok....well....i'm adding a whole bunch of my parents cds to my computer so i can listen to them...so byeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109156189479066505?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109156189479066505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109156189479066505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109156189479066505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109156189479066505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-there-will-be-music.html' title='and there will be music '/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109132611155120206</id><published>2004-07-31T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T22:10:25.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mwaaaaaaaaaaaahahahah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this is part of an e-mail my friend sent to me....haha...so.....i made it shorter (MUCH) and put it on here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok , heres your chance to be as mean (OR NICE!) as possible to me and let all those feelings out. Fill this out about me&lt;br /&gt;YES OR NO?&lt;br /&gt;1. Quiet? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2.Loud? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Shy? : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4.Weird? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. Selfish? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. Crazy?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. Cute?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. nice? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. Mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. Rude? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11. Stupid?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;12. Caring? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13.A friend? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;14.Talkative? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;15. beautiful? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;16. Creative? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;17. A psycho? : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;18. Athletic? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;19.Annoying? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;20.Funny? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;21. Hyper? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;22.Laid back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**JUST SOME QUESTIONS** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;23. (a) Do u think I'll get married?: (b) If u do..who do u think I'll marry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;24 When is my birthday?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;25. Where did we meet?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;26. Have you ever had a dream about me?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;27. If you could change one thing about me what would it be?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;28. If u could tell me one last thing what would it be?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;29. If u could ask me anything..what would it be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;30. Do u ever think about me off-line?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;31.Do u wish we were closer?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;32.State your completely honest opinion of me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sorry it's so long.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o and put this in your blog to see what people think of you... haha yea right...ahem...sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109132611155120206?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109132611155120206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109132611155120206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109132611155120206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109132611155120206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/07/mwaaaaaaaaaaaahahahah.html' title='mwaaaaaaaaaaaahahahah'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109120671880645880</id><published>2004-07-30T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T13:00:30.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BAM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i have discovered a very funny show with an increidably hot guy: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bam Margera &lt;/span&gt;the show is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Viva la bam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;on mtv every body watch it...it's funny. &lt;br /&gt;he is really hot..cute....hot.....i love him...well not really...and he skateboards......he's awesome...and he likes to get on his parents nerves. haha....ok..uh...i think that's all i REALLY wanted to say......o and my guitar is still not here..HURRY UP FED EX!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;i have one last thing to say...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAM IS HOTT!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ok.....no more caffine....but i don't think that's why i'm typing this...i think i'm typing this because i need something to do...haha... &lt;br /&gt;I got to meet Zan the other night, she's cool, the village harmony concert was really cool, there was a guy who REALLY gelled his hair up and spiked it..it looked cool, then there was this other guy......he was cute too. ok i have GOT to STOP being boy crazy....grrrr of course i have liked guys since i was two..so i think that is a sign that it's not stoping soon...i'll be like this until i die...that wont' be good... I wanna meet Bam...sorta...i'll just look at him for now though. &lt;br /&gt;lots o love to the only two people who comment...and all the people who read, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109120671880645880?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109120671880645880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109120671880645880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109120671880645880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109120671880645880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/07/bam.html' title='BAM!'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109111204776076680</id><published>2004-07-29T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T10:40:47.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so well uh....yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Who are you?(optional can be anon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. Are we friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. When and how did we meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. Do you have a crush on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. Would you kiss me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6. Describe me in one word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7. What was your first impression?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8. Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9. What reminds you of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10. If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;11. How well do you know me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;12. When's the last time you saw me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;14. Are you going to put this on your blog to see what I say about you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109111204776076680?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109111204776076680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109111204776076680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109111204776076680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109111204776076680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/07/so-well-uhyeah.html' title='so well uh....yeah'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109096729858581277</id><published>2004-07-27T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T18:48:17.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today.......we went shopping.............for wedding clothes......was about ready to kill people in BJ'S (not a clothing store, second store we went to bargins) i did however get the second summer of sisterhood the sequal to the sisterhood of the taveling pants......i was in a very bitchy mood today, actually i still am somewhat. &lt;br /&gt;Abacrombie and Fitch as the most outrageous prices, it is a true prep store. i saw a Denim skirt there i think it had a belt for $59.50!!!!! Never am i shopping there, give me Hot Topic anyday, i actually have been in hot topic now....i am in love with it. i do however have a good outfit for a wedding which i only half got today. it's this cute green cordery skirt, and my favorite black shirt.....it looks cool i did of course get it at old navy...ok enough shopping talk. in the long run i wanted to kill people today...i did not though i refrained from hurting anyone ( i did although dig my nails in the back of my hand) bad mood today... &lt;br /&gt;well bye &lt;br /&gt;Love the very bitchy, &lt;br /&gt;Haley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109096729858581277?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109096729858581277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109096729858581277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109096729858581277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109096729858581277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/07/ughhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109092725852375059</id><published>2004-07-27T07:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T07:20:58.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mwwwwwwwwwwwwwahhaah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;up way to early, Tori (cousin) and her dad left this morning, they're off to look at UVM, then going back to RI...fun fun...had fun with her last night creating her blog, and my new one...community hopfully, or at least me and her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;still waiting for guitar...maybe it will come soon, i hope so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you will see new and improved LINKS over in the corner thanks to Nate *thanks Nate, bows to Nate decides she going over board and just thanks him* i never ever ever unless i have to get up this early, but i wanted to say goodbye to my reletives so i got up at 6:30am..whoa....the earliest i have ever gotton up is 4:50am...beat that...although i know most people probably can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;must go, i think i need to write something. I still have yet to meet Susannah, but i must!!! hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;well......ta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Signed with out even a tincy bit of love,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Haley.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109092725852375059?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109092725852375059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109092725852375059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109092725852375059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109092725852375059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/07/mwwwwwwwwwwwwwahhaah.html' title='mwwwwwwwwwwwwwahhaah'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109085581169143328</id><published>2004-07-26T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T11:30:11.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LED ZEPPLIN!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha.....much....uh......song writting again.....i worship Robert Plant and Jimmy Page....i also worship Kurt Cobain but he isn't included in this entry so....too bad.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;any way i have an urge to post Led Zepplin songs.......Don't ask please, i am getting a acoustic...black......yumm.....can't wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there's a feeling i get when i look to the west &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and my spirt is crying for leaving&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in my thoughts i have seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rings of smoke through the trees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the voices of those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who stand looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oooo it makes me wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oooo it really makes me wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then the piper will lead us to reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and a new day will dawn for those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who stand long and the forest will echo in laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if there's a bustle in your hedgerow don't be alarmed now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's just a spring clean for the may queen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes there are two paths you can go by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but in the long run, there's still time to change the road your on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your head is hummin and it won't go in case you don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the pipers calling you to join him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dear lady can you hear the wind blow and did you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your stairway lies on the whispering wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and as we wind on down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;our shadow taller then our souls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there walks a lady we all know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who shines white light and wants to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how everything still turns to gold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and if you listen very hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the tune will come to at last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when all are one and one is all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to be a rock and not roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and she's buying the stairway to heaven - Led Zepplin Stairway to Heaven (only part of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I worship page and plant.....musical geniuses.......YAY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they are awesome.....and alive!!! hehe....i love led zepplin....that's all my fathers fault........haha.......Battle of evermore awesome&amp;nbsp; song.....i must go listen to it..........ta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109085581169143328?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109085581169143328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109085581169143328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109085581169143328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109085581169143328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/07/led-zepplin.html' title='LED ZEPPLIN!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-109069374042143021</id><published>2004-07-24T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T14:29:00.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Crowded streets are cleared away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;one by one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hollow heros seperate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;as they run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;your so cold keep your hand in mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wise men wonder while strong men die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;show me how it ends it's alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;show me how defenceless you really are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;statified and empty inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's alright lets give this another try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;if you find your family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;in this land of make believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dead and dry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;your so cold but you feel alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lay your hand on me one last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;show me how it ends it's alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;show me how defenceless you really are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;satisfied and empty inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's alright lets give this another try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;show me how it ends it's all right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;show me how defenceless you really are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;satisfied and empty inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's all right lets give this another try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Breaking Benjamin "so cold" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That is my new favorite song....i think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;send away for a priceless gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one not suttle one not on the list &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;send away for a perfect world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one not simply so obsered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in these times of doing what your told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;keep these feeling no one knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what ever happened to the young mans heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;swallowed by pain as he slowly fell apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i'm staring down the barrel of a 45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;swimming through the ashes of another life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no real reason to accept the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;things have changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;staring down the barrel of a 45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;send a message to the amon child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;keep your eyes open for a while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in a box high up on a shelf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;meant for you no one else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there a peice to the puzzle know as life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wrapped in guilt sealed up tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what ever happened to the young mans heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;swallowed by pain as he slowly fell apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i staring down the barrel of a 45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;swimming through the ashes of another life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no real reason to accept the way things have changed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;staring down the barrel of a 45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everyone's pointing their fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;always condeming me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nobody know what i believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what i believe. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shinedown "45" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one more then i'm done......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;an old man turned 98&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;won the lottory died the next day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's a black fly in your chardenie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's a death row pardon two minutes to late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and isn't it ironic, don't ya think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's like rain on your wedding day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's a free ride when you've already paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's the good advice that you just didn't take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and who would have though, it figures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mr play it safe, was afraid to fly,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he packed his suitcase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and kissed his kids good bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he waited his whole damn life to take that flight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and as the plane crashed down he thought "well isn't this nice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and isn't it ironic, don't ya think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's like rain on your wedding day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's a free ride when you've already paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's the good advice that you just didn't take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and who would have thought it figures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and life has a funny way of sneaking up on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when you think everythings ok and everythings goin right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And life has a funny way of helping you out when You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up In your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a traffic jam when your already late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a no smoking sign on your ciggorete break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's meeting the man of my dreams then meeting his beautiful wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and isn't it ironic, don't ya think, a little too ironic, yea i really do think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's like rain on your wedding day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's a free ride when you've already paid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's the good advice that you just didn't take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and who would have thought it figures.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alanis Morissette "Ironic" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok that's it for songs....but i might be getting a new acostic guitar!!! i need one!! actually i probably am getting one, either black, blue or red.......maybe naturl but if i can i want a black one!!! hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok....i'm done......no one reads this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-109069374042143021?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/109069374042143021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=109069374042143021' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109069374042143021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/109069374042143021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/07/song-update.html' title='Song update'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108964746021674490</id><published>2004-07-12T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T11:51:00.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Solarfest COME BACK!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Solarfest is all over and done with until next year (we hope) i slammed my legs in to some roots trying to go off the rope into the water, they hurt, hung out with Carissa, hung out with Sarah Coffmen (whom i haven't seen in a year)found out that she is depressive, but i still love her. &lt;br /&gt;played lots of frisbee, had a lot of fun. i love solarfest, i really do. &lt;br /&gt;i did have to help set up thursday and friday, and i had to help strike last night (stike meaning clean up, make a lot of solarfest stuff go away) although most of the time that was happing i was throwing frisbe's with people i didn't know, it was lots of fun though. &lt;br /&gt;i am wipped out, from 4 days of being on me feet, i slept until 11 past 11 this morning and i'm still really tired. i am going to go find free food, since i've been paying and giving meal tickts for two days. &lt;br /&gt;ta. &lt;br /&gt;Haley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108964746021674490?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108964746021674490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108964746021674490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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and a boyfried of an aunt in my house!!!!! ruuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnn awayyyyyyyyyyyyy. Sadly this means i cannnot go to Contra tonight...darn.....Wheaton you still owe me a dance...i don't get to properly say goodbye to nate...darn... but it's ok, cuz i have people to hang around with. muchly fun. &lt;br /&gt;well i love who ever decides to look at this...COMMENT! ok all done.&lt;br /&gt;Bye, &lt;br /&gt;Speedy &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108819993257872623?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108819993257872623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108819993257872623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108819993257872623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108819993257872623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/06/runnnnnnnnn-awayyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='RUNNNNNNNNN AWAYYYYYYYYYYYYY'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108645915568197010</id><published>2004-06-05T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T14:12:35.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sure i should update this thing anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108645915568197010?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108645915568197010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108645915568197010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108645915568197010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108645915568197010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-not-sure-i-should-update-this-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108577639258609762</id><published>2004-05-28T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T16:33:12.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew </title><content type='html'>LH is DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE!!!!! and it wasn't all that bad... the baseball game was really cool...well what I saw of it. &lt;br /&gt;and I got a ring made out of a horseshoe nail...and on the way to and from lake George we sung some really funny songs. &lt;br /&gt;WE (my family) GOT LOTR THE RETURN OF THE KING ON DVD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Haley is incredibly happy. I went swimming yesterday in Elfen Lake.... uhh what else to say: o Corinne and Casey came over for a while yesterday...we had lots of fun. &lt;br /&gt;CONTRA T0NIGHT!!!!!!!!! YAY! I think I'm going...But I'm not entirely sure.... I hope I am.. &lt;br /&gt;Cerridwen had better be going... or I'm not cuz she is my ride....there and home..  &lt;br /&gt;well nothing more to say except that: I want the new Avril Lavigne cd..."under my skin" I want it... and I'm probably going to get it tomorrow, and I might get my ears pierced tomorrow...hmm that would be cool...and my hair cut...maybe..not sure about that yet. &lt;br /&gt;well anyway COMMENT YOU IDIOTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Hugs, &lt;br /&gt;Speedy &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108577639258609762?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108577639258609762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108577639258609762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108577639258609762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108577639258609762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/05/whew.html' title='Whew '/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108524733265313043</id><published>2004-05-22T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T13:35:32.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIRLEE!!! ha ha ha </title><content type='html'>Well, we did our play in Fairlee, Vermont, it was fun, played ultamite frisbee with people we didn't know. &lt;br /&gt;Cerridwen went with us, she slept over last night, we didn't stay up to late. &lt;br /&gt;we found out that Wheaton basically has a frisbe radar he knows when people are playing frisbee. &lt;br /&gt;i was the odd one out it was the only reason Cerridwen got to go, there was a extra person (not really they just didn't have enough seats) so i got to invite Cerridwen. i do wish that i could have rode with them but i didn't get to, it was sad. &lt;br /&gt;I miss everybody now. and i have a song that i really don't know the words to stuck in my head. "oh no no no no veasta" hehe that's about all i know. well no i know most of the song i just can't under stand most of it. &lt;br /&gt;"we come from the fire, living in the fire go back to the fire turn the world around."  that's a diffrent song we sung while we were getting ready to proform. &lt;br /&gt;then we went around in a circle kissing each others checks...that was odd. &lt;br /&gt;and we did some other stuff including:&lt;br /&gt;"the big birdes fly up in the sky, while down in the nest the little birdes rest with a wing on the left and a wing on the right, the little birdes sleep all through the night. SHH YOU MIGHT WAKE UP THE BIRDES, The sun rises up the dew goes away good morning good morning the birdes all say."  that gets people really hyper!!&lt;br /&gt;We got to answer questions too, that was interesting. &lt;br /&gt;Monday is the first day of living history (setting up) it starts at....8:00 or 8:30 AM and ends and 7:30 or somewhere around there. &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is the "acting out" day. and the cruise...i wonder if there are and homeschoolers going on the cruise (besides jake eli cerridwen and i) &lt;br /&gt;i think this is long enough...well see ya. &lt;br /&gt;Love, Hugs. &lt;br /&gt;Haley,&lt;br /&gt;o yea....for some reason i really miss all the other homeschoolers today. i saw a squier van, and i saw robin, but no kids...humph..o and i saw Cerridwen...but still. &lt;br /&gt;it sucks because i won't be able to be at classes on monday....i need hugs!!!&lt;br /&gt;well love ya, &lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108524733265313043?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108524733265313043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108524733265313043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108524733265313043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108524733265313043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/05/fairlee-ha-ha-ha.html' title='FAIRLEE!!! ha ha ha '/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108498405773037117</id><published>2004-05-19T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T12:27:37.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>OK&lt;br /&gt;Living History isn't all that much fun anymore...there is NO way that my documentary group is going to finish the project on time...yuck. Ok we might, but we need to get on a certin computer that has all of our pictures on it, and it needs to run 5 mins not including credits it runs like a minute or so...and with our filming it will run around two, but we need to add a LOT to get it to be long enough. i don't know if it's going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to miss math...again. &lt;br /&gt;we have to do the play on friday....in Fairle which is two hours away. &lt;br /&gt;i want the cheesecake brownie that is in my kitchen right now, since i am still somewhat hungry, i need it....ok uhhh that's done with. &lt;br /&gt;i don't really have anything to say except: I keep the LOTR Characters ina hat, that sits next to me everywhere i go. &lt;br /&gt;ok i'm leaving now. &lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Haley a.k.a Speedy &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108498405773037117?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108498405773037117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108498405773037117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108498405773037117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108498405773037117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/05/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108458688294161062</id><published>2004-05-14T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T22:08:02.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS MY LINKS!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok bad thing with new blogger: NO LINKS. and I am not enough of a computer geek to figure out how to get them....NATE!!!!!!!!!!! Nate.. can you PLEASE help me get my links..since you did it for other people...please!! well wait you might not read this...whatever....i feel so excluded wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. i'm done now....this is like when i first started "nate or wheaton help me with links and comments" god, i need to become a computer geek....*goes off, mumbling to herself, again*&lt;br /&gt;love ya, &lt;br /&gt;Speedy A.K.A Haley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108458688294161062?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108458688294161062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108458688294161062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108458688294161062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108458688294161062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-miss-my-links.html' title='I MISS MY LINKS!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108433041076847051</id><published>2004-05-11T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T22:53:30.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>well</title><content type='html'>I wasn't supossed to update, but i had to... I love the new blogger BULIT IN COMMENTS how cool is that. and better templates..YES YES YES *JUMPS/DANCES*  *SCEAMS IN A HIGH PITCHED VOICE* YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i have hurt myself on rocks: i fell skinning one whole side of my lower right leg and under my butt on the same side. it hurts. i fell on gravel, and bigger pointy rocks, at the school, they should be sued. &lt;br /&gt;i like this template. &lt;br /&gt;i found that i'm not alowed to be using blogger (because im 12) but i don't have to put my bith year on the profile so i'm all set...weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I love this.&lt;br /&gt;Built in comments imagine that. it's awesome, but no links on this template though thats ok. &lt;br /&gt;i'll put links on my other two blogs.....why the heck do i need three blogs? &lt;br /&gt;anyway, good bye and be merry!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108433041076847051?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108433041076847051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108433041076847051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108433041076847051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108433041076847051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/05/well.html' title='well'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108406353740757132</id><published>2004-05-08T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T20:50:07.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed and in need of friends. </title><content type='html'>God, i can't even figure out my life anymore. I miss Watson, and my Grandma Pat. I have way too much to do, and the most selfish thing (that i am doing) is that i'm mad because my parents won't let me do stuff i feel horrible for a multitude of reasons i want to go to casey and corinne's and vent cuz they are the only ones who will listen but i can't my dad doesn't want to go back. Jackie's dog Keetna is probably going to get put to sleep i've known that dog since they got her (i think) i'm realizing my life has been screwed up since march of last year. &lt;br /&gt;I need hugs. I need to know that someone actually cares about the fact that i'm have mental breakdowns over here. &lt;br /&gt;i'm crying as i'm typing and i honestly have no idea why.  i know i can't go to Casey and Corinne's but i really want to. &lt;br /&gt;i have to admit i'm depressed for stupid reasons, but really i wouldn't call it depression it's more of a mental breakdown/depression/stress. and it's all brought on by stress.&lt;br /&gt;i want someone to just sit by me with their arm around me and comfort me cuz god knows my parents won't. &lt;br /&gt;I really need a hug, a real one would be good. i feel so little.&lt;br /&gt;i really need a friend. &lt;br /&gt;i'm way too stressed out. i have a history report due monday, living history tues-fri history on mon, biology on mon, art on mon , chorus on mon, liturature on wed, math on wed pottary on fri.....i only have one day to write my report...i have to clean my room..... god this sucks i HATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want my real life back, the one i used to have when stuff was fun. &lt;br /&gt;o and after all of the other stuff i have to keep up with my school work by doing math every week day....&lt;br /&gt;i want my life. &lt;br /&gt;i need a hug.&lt;br /&gt;someone give me a hug&lt;br /&gt;or at least comment that would be nice. &lt;br /&gt;well i guess i'll go cry to myself in front of the computer somemore. &lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108406353740757132?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108406353740757132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108406353740757132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108406353740757132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108406353740757132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/05/depressed-and-in-need-of-friends.html' title='Depressed and in need of friends. '/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108355262015667145</id><published>2004-05-02T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T22:54:41.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A question</title><content type='html'>Why is it that the only people who ever call just to talk to me are Casey and Corinne Comeau? and why is it that i don't normally get e-mail from the people i want to get e-mails from? AHHHHHHH someone should call me just to talk to me someday does everyone know the number? god i feel so alone waaaaaaa. the person who e-mails me the most is Cerridwen. but still it's nice to hear from other people too. &lt;br /&gt;NO BODY LOVES ME!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;does anybody love me? &lt;br /&gt;i'm typing my new favorite song here, you can enjoy &lt;br /&gt;"i wanted you to know that i love the way you live&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away&lt;br /&gt;I keep your photograph i know it does me well &lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i'm broken when i'm lonesome and i don't feel right when your gone away&lt;br /&gt;your gone away&lt;br /&gt;you don't feel me here anymore&lt;br /&gt;The worst is over now and we can breath again&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold you high and steal my pain away&lt;br /&gt;there's so much left to learn and no one left to fight&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold you high and steal your pain. &lt;br /&gt;cuz i'm broken when i'm open and i don't feel like i am strong enough &lt;br /&gt;cuz i'm broken when i'm lonesome and i don't feel right when your gone away."- Seether featuring Amy Lee "Broken" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some how i can realte it to my life right now...i don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;I got to go to contra it was AWESOME.... Wheaton owes me a dance....and he had better remember it too, or i WILL lynch him, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if anyone ever wants to call me to just talk then do it, i have nothing better to do then talk on the phone or computer, or write all of which i can do at the same time, yay for multitasking. &lt;br /&gt;well see ya &lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108355262015667145?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108355262015667145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108355262015667145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108355262015667145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108355262015667145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/05/question.html' title='A question'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108333526045355464</id><published>2004-04-30T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T10:31:58.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>well </title><content type='html'>hey y'all, &lt;br /&gt;I only have a few minutes to write so i'll sumerize fast&lt;br /&gt;I decided i should update before i turn into wheaton or sonja or brittanie the people who never update. Not that anyone cares.&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing too much lately, and not on this computer either, on the laptop which has no internet and in notebooks, and it's mostly been fanfiction about i movie i've never seen, well actually it's a new story same characters. I really don't know what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;Casey has one of my cds and i have one of hers opps, we have to trade today, if we don't i'm going to well i'm not going to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in a research group with Faith and Ali (SAVE ME) i think today will be the day Faith kills both of us. She has a worse adittude then me (if that's possible) &lt;br /&gt;It's really warm today. I have pottary this afternoon, weeeeeeeeeee not. then i think i have nothing to do unless i can go to contra i really (really really really really really) hope so. &lt;br /&gt;The horkans where here last week, with their friend Cassandra. &lt;br /&gt;uhh and i think that's it, i should go get ready for living history.&lt;br /&gt;Love ya, &lt;br /&gt;Speedy a.k.a the one who needs to stop writing or her computer won't be happy and all her creative juices will dry up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108333526045355464?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108333526045355464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108333526045355464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108333526045355464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108333526045355464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/04/well.html' title='well '/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108250251108519290</id><published>2004-04-20T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T19:12:36.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeha</title><content type='html'>the first time i tried it, it was a sort of diffrent one, but i did change it a little so it's ALL MY FAULT HAHAHAHMWAHAHAH. i'm better now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.deskslave.org/viewmeme.pl?un=Celaeno&amp;meme=1066196773' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2 bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;What Will Be Your Overly Melodramatic Death? 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I hope so. &lt;br /&gt;I had fun in Cape Cod. I saw a Boston Red Sox game, in Boston, they lost, but at least i saw it. I got a Johnny Damon T shirt ( it has his last name and number on th back) I got to hang out with Jeff, Rachel and Kirk for almost a week, which was lots of fun, we went to a bunch of diffrent beaches, got lost once. went shopping, and just had fun. The last night we were there we heard about a murder (maybe) that had happened that morning (or something like that) in the town we were staying in Rachel locked EVERY single lock on the front door (there's four one on the screen door and three on the regular door) THE RED SOX BEAT THE YANKEES. &lt;br /&gt;"Get-er-dun" Thats Jeffs saying, and now it's THE saying of the 6 of us (my parents, Jeff, Rachel, Kirk, and I) I had fun, I'll see ya later. &lt;br /&gt;Bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108224380802529648?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108224380802529648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108224380802529648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108224380802529648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108224380802529648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!!'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108164960825707433</id><published>2004-04-10T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T22:19:07.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm</title><content type='html'>nothing to post about, but i'm bored, this post is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108164960825707433?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108164960825707433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108164960825707433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108164960825707433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108164960825707433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/04/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108161718753630952</id><published>2004-04-10T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T15:49:58.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AGRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>My life is so Friggin screwed up, well not really, but i'm mad at it right now. &lt;br /&gt;There was supossed be frisbee, i don't think there was a set time for it, but i was told, 15 minutes and when i get there, THERE'S NO ONE THERE!!!!!!! Isn't anyone considerete enough to wait to see if someone shows up???????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for Cape Cod tomorrow, i don't want to go, well i do but i really don't at the same time. I mean it's spring break, and i know i'm going to miss something fun. DARNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick, with a cold, and pissed. i don't want to go i'm going to miss people. I'm not going to have all that much fun, there are no kids to hang out with, just my parents, and at one point my mom's friends and at another point Jeff Rachel and Kirk. I know it's stupid to not want to go there cuz i know it will be fun, but i DON'T!! And i have to.&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me your going to miss me, not out of pity you had better mean it, i just feel lonely and mad and just DEPRESSED. someone call me. today i won't be home all week. I'm porbably going to miss Contra, darn. we're coming home on that day, i hope that i can talk my parents into letting me go...........i don't know. &lt;br /&gt;Some one talk to me...&lt;br /&gt;see ya &lt;br /&gt;Love ya, &lt;br /&gt;I'll miss ya,&lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108161718753630952?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108161718753630952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108161718753630952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108161718753630952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108161718753630952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/04/agruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AGRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108152140676149207</id><published>2004-04-09T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T10:40:36.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOOOOOOOO not sickness nooooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>I have a horrible nasty painful sore throat. owwwwwwwwwww. &lt;br /&gt;i need a hug, i'm leaving on sunday, going to cape cod for a week, and on thrusday i'm going to boston and a red sox game YIPPIE OWWWWWWWW!!! remind me not to scream until my sore throat is gone. &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss all you people, you should know who you are, but if you don't thats ok too, you will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to get 30.00 for cleaning my room and if i get it all the way done to day i get 35.00 yummy!! i bet i'll only get five though, but it's deffenitally better than nothing. &lt;br /&gt;People really need to start reading this since i actually update it. I'm unloved *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;If you people want anything in boston or cape cod tell me (nothing expenesive a penny candy would be good)&lt;br /&gt;I found out that ten years ago yesterday Kurt Cobain's body was found in his green house. &lt;br /&gt;But he killed himself on April 5th. For all you people who don't know who Kurt Cobain was: he was the lead singer of Nirvana, the punk/grunge/pop/rock band, they were really good. or at least i think so. He had tryed to kill himself a month before he actually did but it didn't work to well, his wife brought him to the hospital when she found him unconsious. I admire him oddly enough, he was INCREIDABLY talented. I read his Suicide note on the internet last night, and part of it said "for Frances for her lfe will be so much happier without me" Frances is his daughter. &lt;br /&gt;well i'm leaving now&lt;br /&gt;see ya&lt;br /&gt;Love ya I'll miss ya when i go away, &lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108152140676149207?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108152140676149207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108152140676149207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108152140676149207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108152140676149207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/04/noooooooooooo-not-sickness.html' title='NOOOOOOOOOOOO not sickness nooooooooooooo'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108121962140991804</id><published>2004-04-05T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T22:50:45.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>YO, &lt;br /&gt;it's monday.....wow..already.....anyway, I went to the Farmhouse and saw a movie with some people (the squiers,Jeni, Caitlin, Sarah, Cerridwen,Rob, Carissa, Justine, Carson,i think thats it) we saw "Evelyn" good movie, "you want to steal our women, and our fish" funny too, but i think it was made better by the comments like "smack the nun, smack the nun" and "now that's my kind of nun"  and then there was the quote in the movie "just wait until i get you outside" which was from an older lady talking to a nun, it was good. &lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty good day, i'm not sure i really learned anything (well not all that much anyway) &lt;br /&gt;i talked to my neighbors (the evil nasty bad ones) in the deli without even knowing it was them stupid me i. they were nice though (it's just an act, thats what my parents are saying anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;i'm going now. &lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108121962140991804?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108121962140991804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108121962140991804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108121962140991804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108121962140991804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/04/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108112439437514775</id><published>2004-04-04T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T20:23:37.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>I am mad.......my 13th birthday is this year, and now all of my dreams of having a party have gone down the drain. I can't have a surprise party because people i would want to be invited wouldn't be, but maybe if i had a surprise party people i want to be invited that my parents won't let me invite would be able to come. &lt;br /&gt;I want to have a sleep over thing, like i have a party party at my house and then we go down to the horkans (they dont live there full time) and sleep over. But i can't invite guys i mean of course i'll live, but, but, but, god damit there are guys i'd want to invite. Good job crushin my dreams almost Six months before they happen mom and dad Great JOB. &lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH it probably would never have happened anyway but NOOOOOOOO they have to crush them now. DARN THEM. &lt;br /&gt;well i'll go and rant to someone else. &lt;br /&gt;Love ya, &lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108112439437514775?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108112439437514775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108112439437514775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108112439437514775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108112439437514775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/04/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggggggguuuuuu.html' title='AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108110752175341066</id><published>2004-04-04T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T15:42:24.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>Daylight savings time hasn't screwed up my interior clock yet, i'm a little off of course but thats because it doesn't feel like three o clock, i just haven't screwed up any important things yet, lets just hope i get up on time tomorrow the daylight savings time in fall really messes me up.&lt;br /&gt;it's not snowing like it's supossed to insted it's raining, hey it's better then snow.&lt;br /&gt;I finally wrote Chelsea a letter back, it's been like two months, i'm just not motavated anymore, but at least i update my blog more then once a month unlike some people *coughwheatonandsonjacough* People are gonna lynch them if they don't up date i'm not saying names *coughmecough* i'm now working on putting quotes on my other blog (my third one) &lt;br /&gt;I went to a b-day party for Dave Comeau last night, after going out to eat yummmmm. &lt;br /&gt;Saw Wheaton on the green talked to him about what we would do if he ran out in front of my moms car so that i could beat her to the store, that was yesterday too. &lt;br /&gt;Corinne and i wrote stuff on her mirror with lipstick last night, that was fun one of the things i wrote (that she told me to write) was "i see crandells they're everywhere" and as we were leaving the crandells pulled in i feel bad for corinne she had to face them alone poor her. &lt;br /&gt;well i guess i'll go now. &lt;br /&gt;see ya'll (maybe)&lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108110752175341066?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108110752175341066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108110752175341066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108110752175341066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108110752175341066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/04/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108082936179489263</id><published>2004-04-01T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T09:26:20.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe </title><content type='html'>"and now for something completley diffrent: a man with a tape recorder up his nose."-somewhere i'm not sure where though i think it was monty python hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Not mine i just had the urge to post something, good bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;if you look at the comments on the post about my blog being shunned you'll find out who said it to me. good bye&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108082936179489263?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108082936179489263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108082936179489263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108082936179489263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108082936179489263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/04/hehe.html' title='hehe '/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108077846200795319</id><published>2004-03-31T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T19:17:59.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YAAAAAAHHOOOOOOOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO,&lt;br /&gt;We did our play at long trail today, and we did a REALLY good job, wheaton was great as miss frizz maybe even better then kendra (MAYBE)  we had TONS of fun, it was the best proformence we've done. My grandparents watched it my grandfathers deaf but he still watched it, we had lots of fun. (at least i did) &lt;br /&gt;Glen said i did a great job (big complament since he's been on my butt about pete for a week) people could understand me (wow another fist, just kiddin) i'm just really happy about it. &lt;br /&gt;well i have to go eat, Bye bye. &lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108077846200795319?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108077846200795319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108077846200795319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108077846200795319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108077846200795319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/03/yaaaaaahhoooooooooooo.html' title='YAAAAAAHHOOOOOOOOOOOO'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108070130836518906</id><published>2004-03-30T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T21:52:04.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS</title><content type='html'>I screwed up that quiz down there that a sent a link for (stupid me) the "correct" answer for the b-day question is actually the wrong answer, stupid me, it's only ten days off but still i'm not born on 11/14/91 i'm born on 11/24/91 i can't fiz it either stupid me stupid stupid. In other news i'm all alone there's nobody here beside me, they'll be back soon though like tonight soon, i hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well goodbye &lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108070130836518906?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108070130836518906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108070130836518906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108070130836518906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108070130836518906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/03/oops.html' title='OOPS'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108067940381350938</id><published>2004-03-30T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T15:47:17.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>heheheheh</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="4"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=040330154149-do~p20you~p20know~p20me~p20at~p20ALL~p3F"&gt;Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How well do you know me? huhuhuhuhu?huhhuh?????? well go find out!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108067940381350938?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108067940381350938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108067940381350938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108067940381350938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108067940381350938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/03/heheheheh.html' title='heheheheh'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108052986668676926</id><published>2004-03-28T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T22:14:40.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>uh-oh</title><content type='html'>i have come to the conclusion that my blog is being shunned BUT WHY????????? WHAT DID IT EVER DO TO ANYONE?????????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i'm hyper WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108052986668676926?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108052986668676926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108052986668676926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108052986668676926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108052986668676926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/03/uh-oh.html' title='uh-oh'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108052800803366947</id><published>2004-03-28T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T21:43:41.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOOOOOOOOHAW</title><content type='html'>I went to the Geniers today, i'm still tired. &lt;br /&gt;Em and i now have 20 inside jokes 17 of which we got today. &lt;br /&gt;we had TONS of fun. we got to have ice cream sundays at like 5:30 before we even had dinner it was awsome and it tasted good. &lt;br /&gt;we were bored for a minute, but after picturing wheaton in the miss frizzle costum dancing around and singing i think we were fine. &lt;br /&gt;We rode on the mule (not the animal a little golf cart kind of thing) it was fun, we play "mashed" and "Camped" fun stuff we just had fun. &lt;br /&gt;but i am still tired.  &lt;br /&gt;well i'll go now &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108052800803366947?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108052800803366947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108052800803366947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108052800803366947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108052800803366947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/03/hoooooooohaw.html' title='HOOOOOOOOHAW'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108042952153440035</id><published>2004-03-27T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T18:22:13.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE</title><content type='html'>'ello &lt;br /&gt;I am so totally wiped out. Contra last night i danced with cerridwen twice and Laura ( i think) and waltzed with wheaton, and well walked around a lot and other stuff, i played Ultamate Frisbee with the homeschoolers today (for a little i was late and we ended not long after i got there) walked from the green to the asches (longer then it seems or shorter) had play practice, o and i stayed up really late last night because when i got home the comeaus and the crandells were here, and then i sat in bed until like 2:30 in the morning. PETE IS LACKING ENERGY BUT STILL GOOD!!! my back hurts i think i need to stand up stright more often if i can.&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of fun today no matter how wiped i am, it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;My dad sat outside in the car for two hours waiting for us to get done with play practice since he wasn't smart enough to go in and ask how long it would be ARRRRRRRUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH. Well food awaits my presence good bye. &lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108042952153440035?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108042952153440035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108042952153440035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108042952153440035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108042952153440035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/03/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108031216908846235</id><published>2004-03-26T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T09:46:19.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>hey,&lt;br /&gt;No one reads this but o well. &lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to contra again tonight (i hope) much fun (i hope)&lt;br /&gt;i do a lot of hoping these days my whole life consistes of hoping (spell check)&lt;br /&gt;but thats beside the point&lt;br /&gt;wait what is the point i don't know, and it's my blog entry so that can't be good ah well i dont think it matters all that much seeing as no body ever reads this EVER. hehheheh. &lt;br /&gt;Emily G and i made up a new name for me "the gone pschyo unloved lunatic monkeydoodle mistress"  you steal it i hunt you down and yell at you for a long time since it is in quotation marks so if u take it u get yelled at. humph.&lt;br /&gt;Any way i might get to go to contra tonight and i think that was the point of the whole entry so good bye&lt;br /&gt;love. &lt;br /&gt;"the gone pschyo unloved lunatic monkeydoodle mistress"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108031216908846235?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108031216908846235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108031216908846235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108031216908846235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108031216908846235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/03/yay.html' title='YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-108006275652282555</id><published>2004-03-23T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T12:29:22.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the update that no one will ever read </title><content type='html'>What would you all do if i was a tomato? and would you still love me if i was a tomato? &lt;br /&gt;We had play practice insted of chorus yesterday. and a biolagey test, i wonder how i did..... &lt;br /&gt;anyway, our play practice went good, even thought the blocking was kind of messed up cuz we didn't have the music. but on the line part we were good. we are proforming at "the long school" aka long trail high school next week. &lt;br /&gt;I  can't wait for summer since Sonja might be coming. I wish Britt could come for part of the summer but thats not going to happen it would be really cool though. &lt;br /&gt;i found out that if i was a tomato, i would be eaten, squashed, and britt would freak out and only wheaton would love me if i was a tomato. but hey thats ok. i don't want to be eaten or squished. &lt;br /&gt;i got the new pink cd from Emily G today, she burned it for me.&lt;br /&gt;Clavin thinks he could beat up Wheaton. *coughyea rightcough* of course i don't know if i can actually see either of them actually fighting, but it could happen. &lt;br /&gt;I'm hungrey, and listening to my new cd, and well i guess i'm sorta bored. &lt;br /&gt;Cerridwen fell down our stair last night, not fun. but we were laughing about it. she was laughing too i wasn't laughing at her or anything. she killed her tail bone. &lt;br /&gt;The clock in the 6th grade class room this morning was upside down or as scotty put it "topsy turvy". well i guess i'll go find something to do. &lt;br /&gt;O i got to go to contra on saturday, it was LOTS and LOTS o fun. I'll deffinitally go again. &lt;br /&gt;Well bye. &lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Haley  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-108006275652282555?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/108006275652282555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=108006275652282555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108006275652282555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/108006275652282555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/03/update-that-no-one-will-ever-read.html' title='the update that no one will ever read '/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107972212879923818</id><published>2004-03-19T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T13:52:09.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well well well </title><content type='html'>Hello, &lt;br /&gt;Living history is weird, but fun i get to see Emily G everyday which is really cool since i don't see her very much. I might get to go to contra dance tomorrow if i can get a ride. It might not be my thing but hey it can't hurt to try, unless it can. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to play my song at LH (living history) today like i should have been able too, but Malindi didn't either. i was in the biggest group too so............&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm going to go find something to do. &lt;br /&gt;Bye &lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107972212879923818?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107972212879923818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107972212879923818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107972212879923818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107972212879923818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-well-well.html' title='well well well '/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107948840902274180</id><published>2004-03-16T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T20:56:45.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>It is offically a year since my grandma Pat died tomorrow would have been her 88th birthday had she lived to her 87th. I miss her, a lot, i remember sitting outside in the car in the hospital parking lot at 11 something on march 16th 2003 when my mom and dad came out and i opened the door and my mom said "she died." and well i don't think i broke down or anything i mean i cried but i kinda didn't believe it i mean Gramma was sick lots of times and she always bounced back and the one time we really thought she was going to be ok since she wasn't all that sick when we went to Rhode Island for her birthday. she went in to a coma baiscally well the hospital people put her in a coma but still and then she died i couldn't go in the hospital and my parents didn't make me but i do remember sitting outside the hospital with my cousin and my other cousin's girlfriend. man it just sucks i miss her i miss watson well at least i have friends or at least i think i have friends &lt;br /&gt;I love you all&lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107948840902274180?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107948840902274180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107948840902274180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107948840902274180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107948840902274180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/03/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107931926011381893</id><published>2004-03-14T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T22:01:13.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SmarterChild is well uhh strange</title><content type='html'>I have to prove that robots are worse than humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxElvenArcher18: well duh &lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild: Duh yourself.&lt;br /&gt;xxElvenArcher18: no&lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild: No prob.&lt;br /&gt;xxElvenArcher18: u are weird &lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild: I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later on.............&lt;br /&gt;xxElvenArcher18: u need mental help &lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild: Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;xxElvenArcher18: i'm kiddin &lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild: What?&lt;br /&gt;xxElvenArcher18: Frank T Hopkins &lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild: Sure. In a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's a weird-o and he agrees with me, the only thing is: being called a weirdo or weird or a freak or anything like that isn't a bad thing actually if i call you weird it's proably a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;well good bye &lt;br /&gt;the movie Hidalgo is good very good&lt;br /&gt;Love (not like that)&lt;br /&gt;Haley the monkeydoodle &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107931926011381893?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107931926011381893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107931926011381893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107931926011381893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107931926011381893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/03/smarterchild-is-well-uhh-strange.html' title='SmarterChild is well uhh strange'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107904558765655266</id><published>2004-03-11T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T17:56:18.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>A guy was driving when a policeman pulled him over. He rolled&lt;br /&gt;down his window and said to the officer, "Is there a problem,&lt;br /&gt;Officer?"&lt;br /&gt;"No problem at all. I just observed your safe driving and am&lt;br /&gt;pleased to award you a $5,000 Safe Driver Award. Congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think you're going to do with the money?"&lt;br /&gt;He thought for a minute and said, "Well, I guess I'll go get that&lt;br /&gt;drivers' license."&lt;br /&gt;The lady sitting in the passenger seat said to the policeman,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, don't pay attention to him - he's a smartass when he's drunk&lt;br /&gt;and stoned."&lt;br /&gt;The guy from the back seat said, "I TOLD you guys we wouldn't get&lt;br /&gt;far in a stolen car!"&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, there was a knock from the trunk and a muffled&lt;br /&gt;voice said, "Are we over the border yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this one and more away messages and jokes and stuff on www.iconator.com and no i didn't make that one up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107904558765655266?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107904558765655266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107904558765655266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107904558765655266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107904558765655266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/03/oooooooo.html' title='OOOOOOOO'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107875241808691243</id><published>2004-03-08T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T08:30:03.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>The roads here are/were bad. Amy Wright was/is here and so was Robin, both of them were on their way to rutland. we had like two cars off, and three people pull into our drive way for one reason or another. I don't know if there are classes or not but i'll find out. &lt;br /&gt;IT'S SNOWING NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. &lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7am this morning it's a mricle, i got up at 8am though, but it's earlier than normal, well i'll leave now-&lt;br /&gt;Love (not like that)&lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107875241808691243?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107875241808691243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107875241808691243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107875241808691243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107875241808691243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/03/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107843105541516747</id><published>2004-03-04T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T15:14:09.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>la</title><content type='html'>lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala WHERE IS EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!??????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalalalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107843105541516747?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107843105541516747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107843105541516747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107843105541516747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107843105541516747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/03/la.html' title='la'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107843084446942504</id><published>2004-03-04T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T15:10:25.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeydoodle</title><content type='html'>THE GINIERS ARE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I went out to lunch with my ma and her friend Chris (chris is a girl don't let your minds wonder) &lt;br /&gt;it was fun and well just another boring day in the life of Haley Kenyon, well good bye and MONEKYDOODLE- &lt;br /&gt;Love ya (not like that) &lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107843084446942504?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107843084446942504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107843084446942504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107843084446942504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107843084446942504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/03/monkeydoodle.html' title='Monkeydoodle'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107835715601662798</id><published>2004-03-03T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T18:43:20.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UNLOVED</title><content type='html'>Wow, today i found that no one actually looks at this, darn, that sucks, well actually Wheaton doesn't look at it , other people might, but then again Wheaton doesn't look at anyones unless he was lying to me.&lt;br /&gt;Cerridwen is becoming frusterating, she is using this character that i made up in her story, MY character MINE, i was O.K with it at first but now i'm kinda ify about it cuz she is kinda screwing up what my character does and stuff like that, i mean yea it's her story she can write it anyway she wants, but shouldn't i get a say too? should i? &lt;br /&gt;I went to Math today at the Chila's it was ok, i'll go again, i have no literature homework i just have to re-write the thing i wrote last week cuz i don't like it, it won't be hard at all since i have an idea, don't ask me why i even bother updating it's not like anyone ever looks at this thing.&lt;br /&gt;right now i feel like no one cares what i say or anything in that sence, i mean even if i tell cerridwen i don't like her using my character she'll still use her, and i just well feel like depressed and like i need a hug and a reasuring word someone to tell me i am loved at that i have friends and that i'm not left out, i try to tell myself that but well it doesn't work. I feel like i'm missing something, i don't know what, just something, it's like all the other homeschoolers are so close and i'm on the outside looking in, it sucks. I miss Watson, and My Grandmother, and i almost feel like i'm going to cry. &lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note THE LORD OF THE RINGS THE RETURN OF THE KING WON 11 OSCARS, YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;heres the list of what they won for&lt;br /&gt;Best Art Dircetion (yay!&lt;br /&gt;Best Director (yay peter jackson!)&lt;br /&gt;Best Costum Disign (O yea)&lt;br /&gt;Best Film editing (yea sure it's 3 hours and 15 minutes long)&lt;br /&gt;Best Make-up (YES YES YES, John Rhys Davies (Gimli) was algergic to his face prostecitcs) &lt;br /&gt;Best Origonal Music Score (yay Howard Shore!)&lt;br /&gt;Best Origonal Song (YAY Annie Lenox) &lt;br /&gt;Best sound mixing &lt;br /&gt;Best Adapted Screen Play (thank you John Ronald Rual Tolkien (J.R.R) You Rock) &lt;br /&gt;Best Visual Effects (IT'S AN OLIPHONT AND A HUGE ARMY OF ORCS AND THEY ARE CGIS! (Computer generated Images) &lt;br /&gt;and finally.. DUN DUN DUN &lt;br /&gt;BEST PICTURE (YAY! *THROWS LOTS OF CONFETTI AND SCREAMS VERY LOUD* Thank you peter, thank you fran, and phillipa, and berry, and all the others and the pefect cast and most of all J.R.R TOLKIEN for making it all possible with out him there would be no lotr books there for no movie go figure. &lt;br /&gt;i'm now sad cuz i was just thinking about J.R.R Tolkien who never got to see the movies made, And thinking about how he didn't get thanked at the oscars even though he's dead he deffenitly disevered to be thanked so: THANK YOU JOHN RONALD RUAL TOLKIEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to eveyone who actually cares about me enough to read my rambling, i Love u all (no not like that) &lt;br /&gt;Love-&lt;br /&gt;Haley &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107835715601662798?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107835715601662798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107835715601662798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107835715601662798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107835715601662798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/03/unloved.html' title='UNLOVED'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107774268081832024</id><published>2004-02-25T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T16:00:49.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Streaks</title><content type='html'>I streaked my hair with blue wash out hair color and  i like it it's really cool! i wish it was permenent but it's not, it's a good thing i did it today or no one would have ever seen them. Someday i'm gonna dye my whole head some strange color with permenent dye and then grow it out i want to scare people i tried today but streaks aren't weird enough and they don't show up that great in my hair cuz my hair is darkish. i am continuing my hunt to find cheap converse all star high tops, so if anyone knows where they sell them cheaper than $40.00 tell me it will be apreciated. &lt;br /&gt;Sonja: i am working on that story still but when i find a good palce to stop i'll send it to you. sorry about maybe having to move but hey Kanses is closer to VT then AZ is right!&lt;br /&gt;we had literature today fun fun fun, we started reading witness by Karen Hesse, we are doing it so that everyone in our class is portarying one of the characters since that is how it is written, it is really fun, i did my assignment that was due two weeks ago and read it actually i had two of them i only read one though. &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HAVING BLUE STREAKS IN MY HAIR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;well i should go since i have stuff to do, i'm not exactally sure what but i have stuff to do see ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Haley Nicole Kenyon  (haha middle names are cool!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107774268081832024?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107774268081832024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107774268081832024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107774268081832024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107774268081832024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/02/blue-streaks.html' title='Blue Streaks'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107758102980074240</id><published>2004-02-23T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T19:06:36.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays </title><content type='html'>YO,&lt;br /&gt;Today is monday, and monday is the day the homeschoolers do classes, History, Biolagy, Art, Chorus, thats what we do O and lunch I can't forget lunch it's the most important part of monday, well almost it is important since i rarely eat breakfest, now is the time that you can throw things at me and call me weird, ok 1..2...3.. throw ok nevermind that. &lt;br /&gt;I have 3 things to read for history, a essay thing to do for wendsday AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH it's evil i tell you, evil!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom rearaged the living room today, well actually just switched a few things around, we reagraged it a few months ago so it can stay the way it is for a couple years. or until we get new furnatuire (like thats ever gonna happen) my parents want recliners i doubt we'll get them it's sorta like the cross country trip ma really wants to go on it probably won't happen anytime soon even though we want it to, Sonja will have lived in Kanses a few years before we go anywhere it's sad really. &lt;br /&gt;did u know that my life is uninteresting i did it's boring i have no life none zip zlich it left a while ago like when uhhhhhhhhhh i uhhhhhhhhh i dont' think i ever had a life o yes i remember it now i was in school thats when i had my life when i was in school with Kayla and Becky and all those other people. &lt;br /&gt;Well Casy, Corinne and i have changed our band name it used to be overflow, now it's Everlasting, what one's better overflow used to be taken by a guy from good charlotte when he was in another band but thats another story Everlasting i made up what one is better? lets take a vote.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway i'll go now good bye&lt;br /&gt;Ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107758102980074240?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107758102980074240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107758102980074240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107758102980074240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107758102980074240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/02/mondays.html' title='Mondays '/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107723244057007383</id><published>2004-02-19T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T18:16:42.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey </title><content type='html'>i have another blog, that is for stories!!!!!!! nate i need help with the comment thing again!&lt;br /&gt;i got the soundtrack for the lord of the rings the return of the king today the one with eomer on the front and on the other side of the card with eomer on it it has eowyn it's really cool the music is good too, PIPPIN CAN SING!!!!!!!!!!! so can Annie Lennox into the west is a great song! well i'll leave now ooo sonja has a blog too not that any of u that aren't sonja know her but yea the link is OVER THERE&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well goodbye my fair people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107723244057007383?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107723244057007383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107723244057007383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107723244057007383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107723244057007383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/02/hey.html' title='Hey '/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107689225854637728</id><published>2004-02-15T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T19:46:54.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La la la and questions </title><content type='html'>hiya people, &lt;br /&gt;Yes it's me, and i have nothing to write about except for the fact that my parents almost killed me today (not really) and there are NO classes this week!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM HAPPY I DON'T HAVE TO GET UP EARLY ON A MONDAY THIS WEEK, ok that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think anyone actually reads this, does anyone read this? &lt;br /&gt;does anyone think that i should put stories and stuff that i write on here, or somewhere? &lt;br /&gt;Why does no one comment?&lt;br /&gt;where is sonja?&lt;br /&gt;why am i asking where is sonja when i know where she is?&lt;br /&gt;Who actually takes time to read all the boring stuff i write about?&lt;br /&gt;Who thinks the stuff i write about is interesting?&lt;br /&gt;Who thinks i'm boring?&lt;br /&gt;ok thats enough questions well goodbye&lt;br /&gt;*goes off and waits for sonja to come on instant messaging*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107689225854637728?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107689225854637728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107689225854637728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107689225854637728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107689225854637728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/02/la-la-la-and-questions.html' title='La la la and questions '/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107670620735537958</id><published>2004-02-13T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T16:06:00.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>i have been sick with some not feeling well thing, (yuck) i felt like crap yesterday and part of today, it sucks, i have felt nausious for a couple days and it just sucks, now i'm starving and thats because i haven't eaten in a while, and my feaver is almost gone YAY! but i still feel like crap, just not as bad as before so YAY! i'm getting better. &lt;br /&gt;well i'll talk to y'all later&lt;br /&gt;Ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107670620735537958?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107670620735537958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107670620735537958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107670620735537958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107670620735537958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/02/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107654962058242490</id><published>2004-02-11T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T20:36:10.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily</title><content type='html'>Emily G has a blog, the link is over there click it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107654962058242490?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107654962058242490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107654962058242490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107654962058242490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107654962058242490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/02/emily.html' title='Emily'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107653590023555781</id><published>2004-02-11T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T16:48:21.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid human race</title><content type='html'>THE STUPID AFTER SCHOOL PROGAM CAN ONLY HAVE 26 KIDS THERE, BUT WHAT HAPPENS IF THE WHOLE MIDDLETOWN SPRINGS SCHOOL DICIDES THEY WANT TO TRY IT OUT? THERE ARE 50 SOMETHING KIDS IN THAT SCHOOL, SO, HOW CAN THEY DO THAT, I MEAN THATS LESS THEN HALF THE SCHOOL THAT THEY ARE LETTIN GO TO THAT AND IT'S FOR ALL THE KIDS IN MIDDLETOWN SO I MEAN REALLY, IT JUST MAKES ME MAD.&lt;br /&gt;Literature today i have to do my esay thing, but i think i have an idea for it, which is good. i don't want to do it though, i don't feel good, i'm worried about something, and thats why i don't feel good i hate my stupid nerves. I THINK I WAS MENT TO BE AN ELF, I HATE IDIOTS SOOOOOOOOOO MUCH, LIKE THE ONES WITH NO COMEN SENSE IT ANNOYS ME, AND JUST MAKES ME MAD, AND NORMALLY THOSE PEOPLE ARE ADULTS SO I DON'T SAY ANYTHING TO THEM AND AHHHHHHHHHHH I HATE NOT BEING BLUNT, OR BOLD OR ANY OF THAT, BUT IT WOULD BE RUDE IT I WAS TO ADULTS. no one is home here but me, my mom is shopping and my dad is working, and yea, we saw a play today, we meaning me rainbow, rosemary and cerridwen. it was cool, except for the fact that i didn't feel good through the whole thing cuz i was worried about some stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;i almost went to middleberry with my mom, but i dicided on the last minute to go to the play and literuature. Rainbow, Cerridwen and i went in to essentel alternitives and they have these pins, they were soooooooooo funny one was "i only dress like this to scare the rebuplicans" and the one Cerridwen bought was "they need us more then we need them and they know it."  the one i wanted said  "Lets just say i pay no attention to athority." or something to that effect. there were a lot of good ones. "if the world didnt' suck we'd all fall off." should be a bumper sticker.&lt;br /&gt;  well i'll go now &lt;br /&gt;Ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107653590023555781?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107653590023555781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107653590023555781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107653590023555781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107653590023555781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/02/stupid-human-race.html' title='stupid human race'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107644165262371513</id><published>2004-02-10T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T14:36:41.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ughhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i can barley talk, ughhhhhhhhhhhhh i can't sing, it's a good thing it isn't monday. and i don't wanna write my thing for literuatre ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, i wanna write some thing funny (i don't know if i'm good at that) and i have dicided that i might not but stories on here it's too much work, i don't like work ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Kayla aka KAS wrote me a letter and i got it today, i wonder where i get my friends from i really do, they are all wacky, but remember the freaks survive! that means when the world changes all the clones (aka people who act the same as everyone else) will be gone and me and my friends will be here YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well as i said before UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH TO EVERYTHING ELSE, i have to go get fitted for a dress for a wedding on the 21st YAY! but still the wedding's in september so....................... i don't know. well i get back to doing nothing now&lt;br /&gt;Ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107644165262371513?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107644165262371513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107644165262371513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107644165262371513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107644165262371513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/02/ughhhhhhh.html' title='ughhhhhhh'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107642609445133643</id><published>2004-02-10T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T10:17:23.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*is sick*</title><content type='html'>i have a cold, the stupid coughing thing my dad had i think, he had it for a week, *moans* poor me, my friends Sonja wants to get a blog YAY!!!!!!!! lucky her, i'm writing a story were people  meaning me and a few of my friends wake up on hard ground in rohan, in MIDDLE EARTH, i hope sonja doesn't smother legolas with kisses and i also hope cerridwen doesn't either and that brittaine doesn 't kill them all, and that chelsea doesn't run of to find frodo so that they can fall in love which will never happen, and i hope that they don't all drive me crazy, well any way, i'm sick, and drinking Orange juice and have barley any voice, and am bored, and hungrey and why am i complaning, this can't be interesting, but who cares if it is or not, i still haven't started my writing asignment for literuate, i don't wanna do it WAAAAAAAAA but if i'm sicker tomorrow i'm not going so, i guess it'll be alright, should i do it anyway incase i'm not worse tomorrow? i would if i was observent enough, or cerative whatever come first, or of course spelling which has nothing to do with that, but anyway i'm sick and i will go and wallow in  my self pity &lt;br /&gt;ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107642609445133643?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107642609445133643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107642609445133643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107642609445133643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107642609445133643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/02/is-sick.html' title='*is sick*'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107637936091674967</id><published>2004-02-09T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T21:18:28.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>tis monday, wheaton u spelled my name wrong on that link! H-A-L-E-Y *glares* GET IT RIGHT PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;anyway we had classes today, we have none next week, but i think we have chorus, i have an essay to write for biolagy, and i have to write something to literuitre due wedsday i haven't started it yet, i don't want to do it, but i shall, if i can become that creative in a day, i had better or i'll proably get yelled at or something like that by my mother or father *cringes* Cerridwen came over tonight, we didn't really do much, we ate, played on the computer, watched tv, played on the computer and went outside not in that order. i think i may be getting sick, yucky, it's not what my dad has though which is good unless it is what my dad has, which is bad. If anyone knows if there is chorus next week tell me i need to know! i keep messing up the links on here, but i think i finally fixed them, and the comment things showed up so i'm HAPPY! Well goodbye beautiful people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107637936091674967?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107637936091674967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107637936091674967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107637936091674967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107637936091674967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/02/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107629890016532125</id><published>2004-02-08T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T22:57:26.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks </title><content type='html'>i  am now thanking wheaton and nate for helping me with my blog, THANK U THANK U THANK U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If it worked that it *snickers* anyway since my problems may be sloved i'm happy! completly and utterly happy, once again thanks loads u guys i would NEVER had figured it out if u hadn't helped!&lt;br /&gt;Ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107629890016532125?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107629890016532125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107629890016532125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107629890016532125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107629890016532125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/02/thanks.html' title='thanks '/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107629473823106483</id><published>2004-02-08T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T21:48:04.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>COMMENTS AND LINKS!</title><content type='html'>if ANY one knows how to make it so people can put comments and i can link to stuff please tell, me since if u know this address i gave it to u so u know who i am, please i'm beggin u, wheaton is atemmpting to help me i think so i will let u know if help is not needed but umm it's needed right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107629473823106483?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107629473823106483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107629473823106483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107629473823106483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107629473823106483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/02/comments-and-links.html' title='COMMENTS AND LINKS!'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107625100667375384</id><published>2004-02-08T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T09:40:19.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>grr again</title><content type='html'>this is starting to make  me mad, it has the first post then it  doesn't i think i'm losing my mind. i have made up my mine to delete that post since it's being a bum-bum-head (my father called my dog and other things that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107625100667375384?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107625100667375384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107625100667375384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107625100667375384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107625100667375384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/02/grr-again.html' title='grr again'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107621142829690857</id><published>2004-02-07T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T22:39:33.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid </title><content type='html'>ok the post the one that says "yea i'm boring what'cha gonna do about it" is the first post i made but it didn't come up untill now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107621142829690857?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107621142829690857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107621142829690857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107621142829690857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107621142829690857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/02/stupid.html' title='stupid '/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107620924135697451</id><published>2004-02-07T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T22:13:53.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse</title><content type='html'>this is my third post tonight, but Jesse (he's a person one of my friends from montana knows) is being a jerk i won't go in to details it goes along the lines of "your so hot" then the next message "die" it's annoying, he's trying to be funny, it ain't funny, and now he left (thank the valar) he says he'll be right back *panics and runs to the nearest hidding place* i like my new lord of the rings story that i kill legolas in, but i think i'll post stories that kinda lead up the that so it's not confusing *smiles inocently*  anyone: how do i get it so people can put comments on my thing? or am i not seeing something? anyway Jesse's back dam, i hope he doesn't try to act funny again, where is britt when u need her, of course AWAY grrr....., i know weird people thats all i can say, did i say sad i mean sick, u dont wanna know what he just said. (grossness)&lt;br /&gt;my parents were acused of bouncing a check at price chopper (dam that store) they didn't i know this for a fact, my parents would never do anything like that, the michene in the store was screwed up (grr.) Jesse's acting stupid again someone save me!  he just said   &lt;br /&gt;"U fine baaaaby" SAVE ME! *Groans* men&lt;br /&gt;he is one sad kid i'll say that. i mean sick, sick u don't wanna know what he just said. (grossness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107620924135697451?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107620924135697451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107620924135697451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107620924135697451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107620924135697451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/02/jesse.html' title='Jesse'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446377.post-107620263029535211</id><published>2004-02-07T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T20:12:55.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RAR!</title><content type='html'>my frist post (not the one that says ahh in it) didn't show up, so i'm writting again, about nothingness, i like adding ness on the end of words it always looks cool, *smiles* i'm chatting with some friends and doing nothing at the same time is that possible? &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm bored, and am mad cuz my first post didn't come  up (if itdid tell me) oh i just thought i'd lett u know that i plan to use disclaimers for every fan fiction story that i put on here the may be funny cuz i act insane some times.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a good charlotte fact off, with my friends friend soooooooo bad, but i can't grr........ well any way i'll talk to some of u people later, i think u know me if your looking at this if not, well then GO AWAY just kiddin well good bye beautious people&lt;br /&gt;ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6446377-107620263029535211?l=elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/feeds/107620263029535211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6446377&amp;postID=107620263029535211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107620263029535211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6446377/posts/default/107620263029535211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvenarcher1812.blogspot.com/2004/02/rar.html' title='RAR!'/><author><name>Bell Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430570375345631025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/Realitivelysane/100_2688.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
