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Your Beliefs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD9F7wVcpZhTt9O1S8uJF8CmV5jlYRNuNehwfBwcXEUdxCuiNSVrk-bH8XoksA7k0DhdsOD8Jmx2xSNiCCKf-zVSr7_4dfVfjJNw61CU89G57R3mEXGxQAOUu7xKw0KuElYkB0JhyphenhyphenA7uY/s1600/IMG_2047.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD9F7wVcpZhTt9O1S8uJF8CmV5jlYRNuNehwfBwcXEUdxCuiNSVrk-bH8XoksA7k0DhdsOD8Jmx2xSNiCCKf-zVSr7_4dfVfjJNw61CU89G57R3mEXGxQAOUu7xKw0KuElYkB0JhyphenhyphenA7uY/s320/IMG_2047.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;I believe &lt;/span&gt;in laughter, the kind that makes your tummy hurt. I believe in smiling at everyone, no matter who it is. I believe in friends, the ones who make you feel invincible. I believe in hoping, hoping that person still hopes for you. I believe in a good joke, and secret hand shakes.I believe in happy feet and cheetah footy pajamas. I believe in chalk drawings and four square. I believe in youth. &lt;br /&gt;
In feeling young, and feeling like the world belongs to you. I believe in driving around North Attleboro windows down, music blaring with the people who make me happy. I believe in fast food and a taco bell party pack. I Believe in new friends, and letting go of old memories to make room for new ones. I believe in love, the reach for the stars, over the fence, world series kind of stuff. I believe in a cuddling, and having someone to hold your hand. I believe in spinning, spinning so fast and letting the world become blurry. I believe in books, books that make you forget about it all. I believe in moving slowly, in taking baby steps to find the right person. I believe in soul mates. I believe in being ticklish. I believe in waiting. In waiting around for the person you&#39;re meant to be with. I believe in family, and unconditional affection no matter what you did. I believe in forgiving, even if it means not forgetting. I believe in trust, and i believe in &lt;i&gt;always and forever. &lt;/i&gt;I believe in coloring books and betty crocker cake mix. I believe in letters, and birthday cards. I believe in quotes, quotes that make you feel like you aren&#39;t alone, that someone, somewhere felt the way you did at one time. But most of all, i believe in being happy. In forgetting the past, accepting the present, and waiting for the future. &lt;b&gt;This i believe.&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/feeds/1297122890632694200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-beliefs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/1297122890632694200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/1297122890632694200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-beliefs.html' title='Day six; Your Beliefs.'/><author><name>Allison Blythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18342134690355752191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_ZXed_BLQ/TDLJSuB67GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FqDRsBlhKqc/S220/Photo+1742.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD9F7wVcpZhTt9O1S8uJF8CmV5jlYRNuNehwfBwcXEUdxCuiNSVrk-bH8XoksA7k0DhdsOD8Jmx2xSNiCCKf-zVSr7_4dfVfjJNw61CU89G57R3mEXGxQAOUu7xKw0KuElYkB0JhyphenhyphenA7uY/s72-c/IMG_2047.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239897241600870971.post-519255195412005382</id><published>2010-12-02T12:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:13:11.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTK-O6wozEKLav0BBDixFFKzAgcgPL_-eGYEkcHwGjL00ePIFafBOhZ3PQS9w1ssJQr9sYYikq56g7-rKOQhbAKbY-mnXN7n0FJjh_Kl5OOe584eTqIxvO6wq_6lddRbcJiz77nHh0Igk/s1600/z213153231.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTK-O6wozEKLav0BBDixFFKzAgcgPL_-eGYEkcHwGjL00ePIFafBOhZ3PQS9w1ssJQr9sYYikq56g7-rKOQhbAKbY-mnXN7n0FJjh_Kl5OOe584eTqIxvO6wq_6lddRbcJiz77nHh0Igk/s400/z213153231.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/feeds/519255195412005382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/519255195412005382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/519255195412005382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison Blythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18342134690355752191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_ZXed_BLQ/TDLJSuB67GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FqDRsBlhKqc/S220/Photo+1742.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTK-O6wozEKLav0BBDixFFKzAgcgPL_-eGYEkcHwGjL00ePIFafBOhZ3PQS9w1ssJQr9sYYikq56g7-rKOQhbAKbY-mnXN7n0FJjh_Kl5OOe584eTqIxvO6wq_6lddRbcJiz77nHh0Igk/s72-c/z213153231.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239897241600870971.post-7022662621849370659</id><published>2010-12-01T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:33:39.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Five; A Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglKyQ2Wfx2dw1z7tP_1pBh336Ew0ib4sV-lDykkccr4gu_MEwKtRKc48r83HCnzMJ2sYLIj-PIeYFEr3mqmO_xRE3tdBAkWnDhNWid1uxpMcsPYhsRsxs0C0ZqgCsFCI1nQBujJL8lzLo/s1600/z204599068.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;304&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglKyQ2Wfx2dw1z7tP_1pBh336Ew0ib4sV-lDykkccr4gu_MEwKtRKc48r83HCnzMJ2sYLIj-PIeYFEr3mqmO_xRE3tdBAkWnDhNWid1uxpMcsPYhsRsxs0C0ZqgCsFCI1nQBujJL8lzLo/s320/z204599068.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot; Be thankful for this moment. This moment is your life.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A moment is a short period of time in which a thousand little things can happen. In a single moment, you can answer a phone call, recieve a text, or start a fight. In one moment, one small piece of time, your entire life can change. When i think about moments, i think about time, i think about how a moment is the smallest piece of time in the big scheme of things, and yet, these moments, these seconds spent right before you fall asleep, right before the car crashed, right before that phone was answered, are the moments that will have impacted your life the most. &lt;b&gt;Carpe Diem. &lt;/b&gt;seize the day, seize the moment. Because if you don&#39;t take your life, and grab it by the reigns, you&#39;ll regret it. Look at where you were, where you are now, and where you want to be, and take control. These little moments are the small pieces of the puzzle that write your story for you, and as for mine,&lt;i&gt; im still writing it.&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/feeds/7022662621849370659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/12/moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/7022662621849370659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/7022662621849370659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/12/moment.html' title='Day Five; A Moment'/><author><name>Allison Blythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18342134690355752191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_ZXed_BLQ/TDLJSuB67GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FqDRsBlhKqc/S220/Photo+1742.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglKyQ2Wfx2dw1z7tP_1pBh336Ew0ib4sV-lDykkccr4gu_MEwKtRKc48r83HCnzMJ2sYLIj-PIeYFEr3mqmO_xRE3tdBAkWnDhNWid1uxpMcsPYhsRsxs0C0ZqgCsFCI1nQBujJL8lzLo/s72-c/z204599068.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239897241600870971.post-6257938898449820865</id><published>2010-11-29T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:00:14.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four; Your Definition of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPAbAcr_12CyR78VYsywMD9wKjLEjQtyrRjg_eFSVFQsyl1N9BDItG1YelxQSh1TnE9qfHPZolTAQ4jt_X2VWqsYE9o3R81X94bVT3Hk6xI4CDO34cYTWkczmgh6YQIY9oYZf2f7ZEKHA/s1600/rugh.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPAbAcr_12CyR78VYsywMD9wKjLEjQtyrRjg_eFSVFQsyl1N9BDItG1YelxQSh1TnE9qfHPZolTAQ4jt_X2VWqsYE9o3R81X94bVT3Hk6xI4CDO34cYTWkczmgh6YQIY9oYZf2f7ZEKHA/s400/rugh.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; that love is fearless&lt;/b&gt;. I believe that love means trust, that love means putting every inch of your heart into another persons hands knowing that at any moment they could smash it into a million pieces. I believe that love is trusting someone to keep you safe, and keep you happy, and for you to be willing to protect them in return. Love is taking a chance on someone, on something, on some small glimmer of hope that this might be everything you hoped it would be. Love is hope, love is guessing, love is believing that everything will turn out the way its supposed to be. I believe that love is &lt;i&gt;doodling his name on your paper&lt;/i&gt; over and over again all throughout class, thinking about, dreaming about, hoping to see them. I believe in &lt;i&gt;butterflies in your tummy,&lt;/i&gt; and the nauseous feeling you get before jumping into his arms. I believe love is&lt;i&gt; kisses on the nose, and then the forehead&lt;/i&gt;. I believe that love is a smile that can light the whole room. I believe that love is breathlessness. Love is waiting for the person you know most likely wont ever come back to where you know he belongs. &lt;i&gt;I believe in build a bears with two hearts inside&lt;/i&gt;. I believe in young love. I believe that love is passion, love is caring so intensely, so deeply, about someone else that it is unbearable to think about life without them.&lt;i&gt; I believe in sending letters, lots of letters, in illegible handwriting&lt;/i&gt;. I believe love is waiting. I believe love is feeling like a piece is missing when you&#39;re without them.&lt;i&gt; I believe in love songs.&lt;/i&gt; Love is missing someone. I believe that love is letting go, of every word, every promise, every kiss. Love is caring enough to let the other person be happy, even if it means they are happy without you. I believe that love is letting them walk away, even though you know that you wont ever get to hold them again. I believe that love is tears. Love is heartbreak. &lt;i&gt;I believe in always and forever&lt;/i&gt;, even though ive learned love isn&#39;t. &lt;b&gt;I believe that love is fearless.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/feeds/6257938898449820865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-four-your-definition-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/6257938898449820865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/6257938898449820865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-four-your-definition-of-love.html' title='Day Four; Your Definition of Love'/><author><name>Allison Blythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18342134690355752191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_ZXed_BLQ/TDLJSuB67GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FqDRsBlhKqc/S220/Photo+1742.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPAbAcr_12CyR78VYsywMD9wKjLEjQtyrRjg_eFSVFQsyl1N9BDItG1YelxQSh1TnE9qfHPZolTAQ4jt_X2VWqsYE9o3R81X94bVT3Hk6xI4CDO34cYTWkczmgh6YQIY9oYZf2f7ZEKHA/s72-c/rugh.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239897241600870971.post-7115964976735682363</id><published>2010-11-27T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T11:32:29.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3; your best friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSQR4hUwhc_IndXhAKJNOiuju_pskIf9bs3CI8H_59kc8erm6o6EZhCm0eqNkE8huaXb3QOtp3oPBfYkUuIaYs5GkELsE_BjexVVk16AWDI8jTEK1t5RI4JMAMRnkv8zn0kKetLPNCPfs/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSQR4hUwhc_IndXhAKJNOiuju_pskIf9bs3CI8H_59kc8erm6o6EZhCm0eqNkE8huaXb3QOtp3oPBfYkUuIaYs5GkELsE_BjexVVk16AWDI8jTEK1t5RI4JMAMRnkv8zn0kKetLPNCPfs/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When you really think about it, you come into this world alone, and you leave it alone, But the people that you choose to spend all the time in between with, those are your best friends. These few people know you, inside and out, they can tell if your upset by the look on your face and can make you smile with a single word. These are the people that you know that if they weren&#39;t there, you wouldn&#39;t be the same. You wouldn&#39;t have smiled as much, laughed as hard, and lived as fully as you did with them right there next to you to share every minute. Each one of you have impacted my life in a way that words cannot even begin to describe, you have each made me laugh, smile, and have been there for me through the times when getting out of bed seemed as if it wasn&#39;t an option, i cant even begin to express how lucky i am to have these few people, these people that, no matter what, have showed me that i have something to smile about, something to be proud of, and that i have the ability to be whoever i want to be. I love you all so much. Thank you for everything.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/feeds/7115964976735682363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3-your-best-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/7115964976735682363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/7115964976735682363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3-your-best-friends.html' title='day 3; your best friends'/><author><name>Allison Blythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18342134690355752191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_ZXed_BLQ/TDLJSuB67GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FqDRsBlhKqc/S220/Photo+1742.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSQR4hUwhc_IndXhAKJNOiuju_pskIf9bs3CI8H_59kc8erm6o6EZhCm0eqNkE8huaXb3QOtp3oPBfYkUuIaYs5GkELsE_BjexVVk16AWDI8jTEK1t5RI4JMAMRnkv8zn0kKetLPNCPfs/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239897241600870971.post-3955424057646223934</id><published>2010-11-27T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:34:47.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>retrying what i attempted and failed at..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;day 03- your best friends&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;day 04- your definition of love.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;day 05-a moment&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;day 06- your beliefs&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;day 07- .your siblings.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;day 08 – something you regret.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;day 09 – something that upsets you.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;day 10 – something that makes you cry&lt;/li&gt;
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&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;body&quot;&gt;I never understood why when you died, you didn&#39;t just  vanish, everything could just keep going on the way it was only you  just wouldn&#39;t be there. I always thought I&#39;d like my own tombstone to be  blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I&#39;d like it to say  &#39;figment.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;body&quot;&gt;- Andy Warhol&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/feeds/5619615280968716462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-never-understood-why-when-you-died.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/5619615280968716462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/5619615280968716462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-never-understood-why-when-you-died.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison Blythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18342134690355752191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_ZXed_BLQ/TDLJSuB67GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FqDRsBlhKqc/S220/Photo+1742.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvhgdMJdtcXB9qnFGyauorcMXZFvh199DrQt7l3pF9bT7ubmu4Ht0DqzBCkpLPcY47h9osCsq68UGbcs9ExJosjsjrJs5XewwOHQ3LBI6JFTHP2eBQYzjqcOXwxyvHAiSFex6okaQBeo/s72-c/tumblr_l2niv8kaAS1qbr28o.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239897241600870971.post-2776028631090212107</id><published>2010-11-09T10:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T10:37:59.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; 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—&amp;nbsp;Peter Pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/feeds/6983518928346222681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-that-place-between-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/6983518928346222681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/6983518928346222681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-that-place-between-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison Blythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18342134690355752191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_ZXed_BLQ/TDLJSuB67GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FqDRsBlhKqc/S220/Photo+1742.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvmjbtCYFah19j3paLf0FIsts1CGp9ssrtnxjyq6-L-qn-_Rbwkc5L_tr0czd5HP1Tcq7IlrGbDMbKTexOYUk7uqfl0GBqouS_ci6WG2792yVLB4pc749HNzJqB6wY8GQWmL6vB0Z0vmc/s72-c/peter_pan_flying.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239897241600870971.post-6878037925470148551</id><published>2010-11-06T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T08:42:00.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you knew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6eBLg5dMBi8ztYt7ZqpRHG5slkv7AAHPvpwtJbpNak2uYcLGFkU5vBbkyLbJP5Za56hxa8hVYmQYDouOQjFRkHbSg15AJHkPEV9kQptKm-_usQPqq94wDi6bhYrr6Y0_yPRUmKZVNfA/s1600/z215080249.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6eBLg5dMBi8ztYt7ZqpRHG5slkv7AAHPvpwtJbpNak2uYcLGFkU5vBbkyLbJP5Za56hxa8hVYmQYDouOQjFRkHbSg15AJHkPEV9kQptKm-_usQPqq94wDi6bhYrr6Y0_yPRUmKZVNfA/s320/z215080249.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I wish you knew how much better i was doing, how each day i think about you less and less, and how that year we had together is starting to become more and more distant to me. I wish you knew that im scarred by you. That it is so hard for me to find someone else because i&#39;m constantly comparing them to you;your smile your humor your laugh. I wish you knew that i can never be the person i was 2 years ago, i can never genuinely feel whole anymore because of you. And how much it hurts me that half the planet thinks im an idiot. &lt;b&gt;because of you. &lt;/b&gt;I also wish you knew that im stronger from you, every punch you&#39;ve thrown my way, every word, every week of silence. I have learned to accept nothing but the best for me because of you, and to never underestimate myself. I have learned from you that i will never be the same again, but have learned to accept that nobody ever will be. I wish you knew that you are always going to be my first love, and even though that may be insignificant now, its always going to be a fact. I wish you knew how much pain you put me through. I wish you knew how much i want to be your friend, and also that i don&#39;t know why. But most importantly, I wish you knew that i don&#39;t want to be with you, ever again. And yet..i still miss everything about you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/feeds/6878037925470148551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wish-you-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/6878037925470148551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/6878037925470148551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wish-you-knew.html' title='I wish you knew.'/><author><name>Allison Blythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18342134690355752191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_ZXed_BLQ/TDLJSuB67GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FqDRsBlhKqc/S220/Photo+1742.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6eBLg5dMBi8ztYt7ZqpRHG5slkv7AAHPvpwtJbpNak2uYcLGFkU5vBbkyLbJP5Za56hxa8hVYmQYDouOQjFRkHbSg15AJHkPEV9kQptKm-_usQPqq94wDi6bhYrr6Y0_yPRUmKZVNfA/s72-c/z215080249.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239897241600870971.post-6546254743597221091</id><published>2010-10-27T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:41:20.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJbjUUFJW0wHgR-fuLgzmsDJJJPhiODHrgBr1nFhM8HOYZhsxyp0_J3EOOINFE_NRb5nP3axVanD_83QQlMsNeBhAK2scH1ERnKxI-tIlT5qzFji6XwKAAF19VNs09jsowC7gdMmkgwk/s1600/tumblr_l9fxxuUjsg1qbpx6l.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;287&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJbjUUFJW0wHgR-fuLgzmsDJJJPhiODHrgBr1nFhM8HOYZhsxyp0_J3EOOINFE_NRb5nP3axVanD_83QQlMsNeBhAK2scH1ERnKxI-tIlT5qzFji6XwKAAF19VNs09jsowC7gdMmkgwk/s320/tumblr_l9fxxuUjsg1qbpx6l.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve always held it in. Told myself to worry about other people&#39;s issues instead of my own, to never give myself the chance to fall apart, because once it happens, it becomes a tendency, and it will happen over and over again. I told myself to practice being strong instead. So i guess what I&#39;m&amp;nbsp;trying to say is that i was wrong. We as people always do this, we hate to feel helpless, and to feel like our lives are going downhill, so instead of wallowing in self pity we put the problems in the back of our minds and plaster the fake smile on our faces. But once in a while, i think we all need that breaking point, that point where we realize that those things aren&#39;t ever going to be what we hoped they&#39;d be. Not ever. For anybody. And thats okay. Its fine to spend a night in your room with the sad music blasting. &amp;nbsp;In fact, its healthy for you. Healthy to let all the compiled feelings, and stress and loneliness just leave your body.I feel hypocritical telling you this, because it&#39;s hard for me. I&#39;m rarely&amp;nbsp;the girl who cries. I drown myself in the problems of other people to make mine seem nominal, or nonexistent. And i guess i try to make my life feel like its full, and that if i can help other people instead of myself, i must be doing great. But i&#39;m not doing great. Im breaking more and more everyday. So for anyone who takes all of their anger, their sadness and whatever emotions they might be feeling and pushes them into the back of their minds, let it out. It feels better than you think.&lt;br /&gt;
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My first love was Jimmy Eblan. Most of the planet already knows that. I dont regret a minute spent with him, and hopefully i never do.I have made too many mistakes to ever have anything close to a friendship with him again, and i guess im going to have to cope with that. For right now i still consider him the best thing that has ever happened to me, and to him, its most likely a completely different story.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/feeds/8542175196710299587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-two-your-first-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/8542175196710299587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/8542175196710299587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-two-your-first-love.html' title='day two; your first love'/><author><name>Allison Blythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18342134690355752191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_ZXed_BLQ/TDLJSuB67GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FqDRsBlhKqc/S220/Photo+1742.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSjtX0M3Vh5ogTLdxC7BCCDoYs4uimfzdayfQBtsfS3KKQi9d31kAbuVbrnuMWDL8BcGHZr6mnQtakv4dVnmBVWQwmdya4gQj4r5CXNRQPsrfx0sJv7AM4gSqUMuBnO0CBiNCgMdZU6c/s72-c/tumblr_l9elsg1IMq1qbr28o.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239897241600870971.post-1275267947179029344</id><published>2010-10-09T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T09:14:40.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one; Introduce yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnpj8ykj5LCs4qa2Yy8P-aJRxp06YvvPR6lGWXdJupZGr_zNItqUj3b1EFfwLyKnC9WGZG_dKKd8BZMtdw_IT9UMuoyPe4ntITBr6uSmLO8SWi0doHkRWxWsoVJBD5tNHjGPJMW8Ss3s/s1600/38593_1546279383484_1430018942_1452442_309734_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnpj8ykj5LCs4qa2Yy8P-aJRxp06YvvPR6lGWXdJupZGr_zNItqUj3b1EFfwLyKnC9WGZG_dKKd8BZMtdw_IT9UMuoyPe4ntITBr6uSmLO8SWi0doHkRWxWsoVJBD5tNHjGPJMW8Ss3s/s320/38593_1546279383484_1430018942_1452442_309734_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;199&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hi, my name is Allison Blythe D&#39;Amico. The apostrophe in my name is useless. I love board games, rollerblading and chalk. I act like a little kid and spend my weekends goofing around with my friends instead of getting shitfaced.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m terrified of the dark, and who is hiding behind my shower curtain, and dont like to be alone. I like acoustic music and techno stuff i can put on full blast in the car. I wish i could make facial expressions like Nicki Minaj, and have a terrible voice.&amp;nbsp; I love being with my best friends and driving around in a car full of kids, windows down, music blasting around a town too small for me. I&#39;m sarcastic, and like to make people laugh, i laugh more than i cry, and hopefully that stays that way. This is starting to sound a lot like myspace.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/feeds/1275267947179029344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/10/nice-to-meet-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/1275267947179029344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/1275267947179029344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/10/nice-to-meet-you.html' title='Day one; Introduce yourself'/><author><name>Allison Blythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18342134690355752191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_ZXed_BLQ/TDLJSuB67GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FqDRsBlhKqc/S220/Photo+1742.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnpj8ykj5LCs4qa2Yy8P-aJRxp06YvvPR6lGWXdJupZGr_zNItqUj3b1EFfwLyKnC9WGZG_dKKd8BZMtdw_IT9UMuoyPe4ntITBr6uSmLO8SWi0doHkRWxWsoVJBD5tNHjGPJMW8Ss3s/s72-c/38593_1546279383484_1430018942_1452442_309734_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239897241600870971.post-7161347468787595778</id><published>2010-09-19T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:02:44.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;You gradually get over the pain. It doesn’t go away, not for a long time, but it becomes easier to live with. One morning you wake up and he’s not the first thing on your mind. And then a few months down the line you realize you’ve made it through half the day without thinking of him. Sometimes it takes months, sometimes years, but eventually you reach a point when you only think about them occasionally. You manage to do this because you don’t see them, you don’t hear about them, you try not to think about them. And then you bump into them walking down the street, or someone unexpected mentions their name…and the memories come flooding back. But memories also become less painful in time, and I can talk about him now without really feeling anything.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/feeds/7161347468787595778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/09/font-face-font-family-cambriap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/7161347468787595778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/7161347468787595778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/09/font-face-font-family-cambriap.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison Blythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18342134690355752191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_ZXed_BLQ/TDLJSuB67GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FqDRsBlhKqc/S220/Photo+1742.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJIJ-K3_e7brsXSh0H1cODSogWuzgJslmw7eje6OLe6K04qVrJWSmfer_BMyS7qzJ3FgHMza6Hqq25Nvd4qAmtateJG93UzvaTKy2vpg1ASQM0btx5ts91_3CVxsxWlKrN1Ei_2jr-s8/s72-c/z214932832.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239897241600870971.post-2694657632735712866</id><published>2010-09-02T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:49:28.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day two; nine things about yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQMwanZkVQZPKDl2b23fUHyyCECTAi0fNdFtJPc-SLM3xD7-MY2Ir_NDGGlK6H0VQxwV3kLqCLqW0Ia5f2nhqCv5u_dI1xbteVn_9DBhCarFlsUhPLzI5eN3j6Pb9uLltmFxzavQWkkU/s1600/47874_426941682218_757612218_5202133_5782368_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQMwanZkVQZPKDl2b23fUHyyCECTAi0fNdFtJPc-SLM3xD7-MY2Ir_NDGGlK6H0VQxwV3kLqCLqW0Ia5f2nhqCv5u_dI1xbteVn_9DBhCarFlsUhPLzI5eN3j6Pb9uLltmFxzavQWkkU/s320/47874_426941682218_757612218_5202133_5782368_n.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;. I have really bad anxiety, and you wouldn&#39;t ever know it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;. I &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; mind games. I&#39;m usually very straight forward and to the point, which is sometimes good, and sometimes bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; I would much rather drown myself in other people&#39;s issues instead of  getting caught up in my own. Which is why i love being there for anyone who  needs me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;. I&#39;m a weird kid. I say things that don&#39;t  make sense, and i always talk about things that usually wouldn&#39;t be  brought up in conversation.. ever. I always have a crazy &quot;what if..&quot; up  my sleeve, and i promise i can make you laugh. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;. I&#39;m  really easy to talk to! I love to listen to what people have to say.  I&#39;ve had so many hour upon hour conversations with people I&#39;ve never  talked to before, just because i love to talk to new and exciting  people. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;. I&#39;m definitely one of those people who will  trust everyone, even if my common sense tells me it&#39;s a stupid idea. I  feel as if i can confide in everybody i talk to, and most of the time  that turns out to be a bad decision on my part.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;. I&#39;m really naive. I believe almost everything i hear. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt;.  I&#39;m the girl who&#39;s favorite thing to do is lay on her bedroom floor in  pajamas and listen to music on full blast. It&#39;s almost like the world  just stops and all the stress and the drama just disappears. Music is my  sanity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;. I&amp;nbsp; usually have a smile on my  face. I try not to bring attention upon myself by being pissed off or  sad in public. I&#39;m more concerned with making other people&#39;s days then  worrying about my own.. even if it isn&#39;t one of the best.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/feeds/2694657632735712866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-two-nine-things-about-yourself_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/2694657632735712866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/2694657632735712866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-two-nine-things-about-yourself_02.html' title='day two; nine things about yourself'/><author><name>Allison Blythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18342134690355752191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_ZXed_BLQ/TDLJSuB67GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FqDRsBlhKqc/S220/Photo+1742.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQMwanZkVQZPKDl2b23fUHyyCECTAi0fNdFtJPc-SLM3xD7-MY2Ir_NDGGlK6H0VQxwV3kLqCLqW0Ia5f2nhqCv5u_dI1xbteVn_9DBhCarFlsUhPLzI5eN3j6Pb9uLltmFxzavQWkkU/s72-c/47874_426941682218_757612218_5202133_5782368_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239897241600870971.post-6766438549982105007</id><published>2010-09-01T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:32:06.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmdNS2qaVVznhEYHykTBx2KKZXlxinXmTPWinysHaGjxM_ddBSVVCJ-idygWTOa7VqQZ93naDh2A10NfHS7b3BNFssz0_4mIH59Kj1NEA18wq464PS6oE9hYEu9WDqJro4uIANTWIc1vo/s1600/z211655535.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmdNS2qaVVznhEYHykTBx2KKZXlxinXmTPWinysHaGjxM_ddBSVVCJ-idygWTOa7VqQZ93naDh2A10NfHS7b3BNFssz0_4mIH59Kj1NEA18wq464PS6oE9hYEu9WDqJro4uIANTWIc1vo/s320/z211655535.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot; Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you, he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, every story we&#39;re told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we&#39;re so focused on finding our happy ending we don&#39;t learn to read the signs. How to tell the ones who want us and the ones we don&#39;t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn&#39;t include a guy. Maybe.. it&#39;s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just...moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this; knowing that after all the unreturned phone calls, broken hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment... you never gave up hope.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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-&lt;i&gt;He&#39;s Just not That Into you&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/feeds/6766438549982105007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/09/girls-are-taught-lot-of-stuff-growing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/6766438549982105007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239897241600870971/posts/default/6766438549982105007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allidamico.blogspot.com/2010/09/girls-are-taught-lot-of-stuff-growing.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison Blythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18342134690355752191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZ_ZXed_BLQ/TDLJSuB67GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FqDRsBlhKqc/S220/Photo+1742.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmdNS2qaVVznhEYHykTBx2KKZXlxinXmTPWinysHaGjxM_ddBSVVCJ-idygWTOa7VqQZ93naDh2A10NfHS7b3BNFssz0_4mIH59Kj1NEA18wq464PS6oE9hYEu9WDqJro4uIANTWIc1vo/s72-c/z211655535.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239897241600870971.post-7725553178202734735</id><published>2010-08-31T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:50:39.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day one; 10 things to 10 people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmB26lZjbH5FlK132KrXsuOt5hVrsHUYQJn3WM3_kU3iQVcAEpzkf90UjRFIVN0iN6cH7RdITQ1jxhLiES82fq3qQovYky_8FSp33Ii9DgqIe_C3JdwxHR2OzG80BBqkXJVprAsXpkgz4/s1600/wrdu93.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmB26lZjbH5FlK132KrXsuOt5hVrsHUYQJn3WM3_kU3iQVcAEpzkf90UjRFIVN0iN6cH7RdITQ1jxhLiES82fq3qQovYky_8FSp33Ii9DgqIe_C3JdwxHR2OzG80BBqkXJVprAsXpkgz4/s320/wrdu93.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1. I hate that i embarrassed myself for so many months when i should of never said a word to you.&lt;br /&gt;
2. I&#39;m really hoping you arent too out of my league, because i really like you&lt;br /&gt;
3. I&#39;m sorry i lose my temper at you, i really do love you so much and appreciate everything you do for me.&lt;br /&gt;
4. I feel bad that you have to be so lonely all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
5. I dont want you to make stupid decisions. I know it&#39;s how you cope with everything thats happened, but you&#39;re really starting to worry me.&lt;br /&gt;
6. I&#39;m sorry for ruining our friendship and hurting you so much without even really realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;
7. I wish i could&#39;ve spent one last day with you, and that i didnt cry when you passed.&lt;br /&gt;
8. I hate that we&#39;re so mean to eachother, i wish we had one of those really close bonds like other sisters do.&lt;br /&gt;
9. I wish i could like you the way you like me, but i just cant get myself to.&lt;br /&gt;
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