<?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-7870154618902549819</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:41:17.273-06:00</updated><category term='weather'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='animals'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='shenanigans'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='lists'/><category term='hair/makeup'/><category term='zombies'/><category term='humour'/><category term='music'/><category term='art'/><category term='school'/><category term='gaming'/><category term='medical'/><category term='self-analysis'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='psychology'/><category term='girls'/><category term='clothing'/><category term='food'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='tv'/><category term='rambling'/><category term='weight'/><category term='whining'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Decode.</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts, feelings and all-out ramblings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>280</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-1454605525568949537</id><published>2010-06-06T01:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T01:07:10.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe I've decided to stop blogging. I suppose we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-1454605525568949537?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1454605525568949537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1454605525568949537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-do-believe-ive-decided-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-3948318562115307501</id><published>2010-06-05T14:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T14:25:38.731-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my way in life.&lt;br /&gt;No real direction.&lt;br /&gt;I know how painful it is to lead a life hurting others..&lt;br /&gt;and being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I get so confused and lost.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to fade away.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-3948318562115307501?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3948318562115307501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3948318562115307501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-know-what-to-do-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-4062270902026796042</id><published>2010-06-04T11:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:26:58.652-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>o_O</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;GAAAHHHH.&lt;/span&gt; I woke up this morning at like 10:30, had my shower and the proceeded to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sing and dance about&lt;/span&gt; to my iTunes as I got ready for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; mood swings are giving me whiplash. Oh well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY DAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm starting to sound like a crazy person.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-4062270902026796042?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4062270902026796042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4062270902026796042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/06/oo.html' title='o_O'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-4492595784312020174</id><published>2010-06-04T06:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T06:09:55.393-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-analysis'/><title type='text'>Nutshell, I Tell You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Think about it. Why do people buy cards?&lt;br /&gt;Not because they want to say how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;People buy cards because they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;can't say what they feel or are afraid to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;That kinda sums me up. Sans cards. More blog.&lt;br /&gt;And awkward rambles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-4492595784312020174?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4492595784312020174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4492595784312020174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/06/nutshell-i-tell-you.html' title='Nutshell, I Tell You.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-7774486183748295510</id><published>2010-06-04T05:36:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T06:00:34.576-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-analysis'/><title type='text'>-Insert Some Sound Of Frustration-</title><content type='html'>I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lost &lt;/span&gt;the ability to make sense of anything. I'm going back into that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark place&lt;/span&gt; and that's the last place I want to be. Or maybe the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; second last&lt;/span&gt; place.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to be here in general, firstly.&lt;/span&gt; It's like.. hmm. I feel as if this place has gone&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; stale&lt;/span&gt;. I'd love to be&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; anywhere but here&lt;/span&gt;. Packing up my things and just getting the fuck outta dodge would be great.. or at least that's how I feel right now. But a person should always leave with a destination in mind and I don't have a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; single&lt;/span&gt; other place to be. I hardly feel like I&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; belong&lt;/span&gt; here so I guess drifting off to some other place won't help much. If I'm not going to bed feeling&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; elated&lt;/span&gt;, I'm going to bed feeling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;downright fucking miserable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tonight is the latter&lt;/span&gt;. Or. This morning, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;, I'm tired of feeling all this shit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I didn't&lt;/span&gt; and I'm tired of dealing with people who just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't make any fucking sense&lt;/span&gt; to me. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I'm an emotional person (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and to a fault. A major fault&lt;/span&gt;), and I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; know&lt;/span&gt; I'm not the easiest to deal with... I just.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I dunno&lt;/span&gt;. I know we all have learned to deal in our own ways, but I'm beginning to feel that sometimes my feelings are getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; ignored when other people are "dealing".&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Is that selfish of me?&lt;/span&gt; I'm not sure. I give &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all I've got&lt;/span&gt; to some people, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all I have to offer&lt;/span&gt;, and I still get shut out completely. I've had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too many&lt;/span&gt; people just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shut me out&lt;/span&gt;, and without any bloody warning. Not only does that tick me off (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know being upset at people who are upset can't possibly help, but that's how it gets me. Maybe not mad.. just.. frustrated&lt;/span&gt;), it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;scares&lt;/span&gt; the daylights out of me. My anxiety &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; handle that. It used to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so mild&lt;/span&gt;, and now the smallest things send me into a freak panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ontop of that, I've been treated like a lot of people's goddamn&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; therapist&lt;/span&gt; and then when it comes to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; issues, God forbid anybody want to talk about them. I'm socially a little handicapped (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, really hadicapped&lt;/span&gt;), and I try to lead into a discussion (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perhaps awkwardly&lt;/span&gt;) with people that I believe I can trust, but it's like things just get veered away so it's like... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why bother&lt;/span&gt;? I'm feeling kind of.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;unappreciated&lt;/span&gt;, I suppose.  And confused, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; I am, maybe it's not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who I know&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe it's just the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm me&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; is severely fucked up&lt;/span&gt;. I hate feeling like two different people. I know when I manage to climb back up, I'll look back at this and go"wtf", and yet when I'm in these moods, I read through a day where I was happy and go "wtf".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even relate to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;, sweet Jesus. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And how pathetic is it that I can talk to a blog better than I can talk to anybody else? Fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S- Heavily medicated. Maybe this doesn't even make sense. Who the fuck knows. Whoever does read this, I hope I'm not coming off as selfish.. that's not what I mean it to be.. just. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-7774486183748295510?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7774486183748295510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7774486183748295510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/06/insert-some-sound-of-frustration.html' title='-Insert Some Sound Of Frustration-'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-8406949783247545115</id><published>2010-06-03T16:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T16:41:10.984-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>My Head Is Jumbled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Like usual, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am I worth all the crap that I'm putting you through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions, questions, still no answers. Maybe I can clear my head at work with my retarded customers. XD Woooo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-8406949783247545115?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8406949783247545115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8406949783247545115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-head-is-jumbled.html' title='My Head Is Jumbled.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-3209012443460563066</id><published>2010-06-03T03:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T04:04:16.178-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Sweet Jesus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I could just outright explode with everything I could say right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-3209012443460563066?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3209012443460563066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3209012443460563066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/06/sweet-jesus.html' title='Sweet Jesus.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-3117666225935795279</id><published>2010-06-02T16:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:07:20.620-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><title type='text'>It's Sooo Emo.</title><content type='html'>But I'm beginning to wish that I had somewhere I firmly felt in place. I have friends, of course, but the more I look.. the more I see that I don't really have a solid group of people. I just sort of drift along.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want somewhere where I can belong.&lt;/span&gt; Then again, don't we all? There are people in this world who mean so much to me, but I'm running out of people who haven't severely hurt me. My faith in folks is wearing thin. And I got a bad feeling I'm searching in all the wrong places for somewhere to feel some kind of comfort. It's like I enjoy doing myself wrong. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know, emo. But.. true. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-3117666225935795279?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3117666225935795279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3117666225935795279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-sooo-emo.html' title='It&apos;s Sooo Emo.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-469261371493574411</id><published>2010-06-02T05:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T06:01:22.956-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>A Screw Got Knocked Loose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="body"&gt;The most violent appetites in all creatures are lust and hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-469261371493574411?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/469261371493574411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/469261371493574411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/06/screw-got-knocked-loose.html' title='A Screw Got Knocked Loose.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-3354187585192730067</id><published>2010-06-02T01:40:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T01:42:58.136-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>So True It Is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The truth is:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is going to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;You just got to find the ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;worth suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; for."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/25241.Bob_Marley" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Bob Marley"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;-Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-3354187585192730067?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3354187585192730067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3354187585192730067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-true-it-is.html' title='So True It Is.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-6553900660766307877</id><published>2010-06-01T02:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T05:16:05.875-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><title type='text'>D'OH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAAALLLLYYYYYYYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-6553900660766307877?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6553900660766307877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6553900660766307877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-understand-now.html' title='D&apos;OH.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-9184437723944314389</id><published>2010-06-01T02:13:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T04:45:23.788-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;"Life is short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;  You find a good one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;  You keep em'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How disturbing of me to hear such sound&lt;br /&gt;advice from a total psycho from TrueBlood. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-9184437723944314389?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/9184437723944314389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/9184437723944314389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-is-short.html' title=''/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-5960449430703485690</id><published>2010-05-31T17:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:47:11.962-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>I Often Wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is everything complicated? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or is it my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt; that makes everything complicated? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if there's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; that should probably be clear as day to me, and yet I can sit and ponder myself into the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biggest hole possible&lt;/span&gt;. My head can't decide &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which way&lt;/span&gt; it wants to go, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what answer it wants to settle on&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will they? Won't they? Should I? Shouldn't I? Did they? Did they not?&lt;/span&gt; Questions, questions and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noooo&lt;/span&gt; answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's my fault&lt;/span&gt;, too, which is kind of the worst part. I'm an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over-thinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I take the most&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; basic&lt;/span&gt; things and turn them into the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unbelievable and topsy turvy things&lt;/span&gt; that boggle even me. Things that seem to make sense to everyone else, or are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clear to everyone else&lt;/span&gt; might as well be an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;overcast day&lt;/span&gt; to me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I can make things make sense to me, but it can be as simple as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; single thing a person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt; that can throw it all out of whack for me. It's very goofy of me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm trying my best&lt;/span&gt; to cut that shit out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of it to myself which might be kind of a problem, too. When I vent to people.. I kind of &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ramble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. well, this whole blog is a ramble. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll give you ten dollars if this makes perfect sense to you!&lt;/span&gt; Anyways! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I ramble&lt;/span&gt;. And then I make a lot&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; less &lt;/span&gt;sense to them than I'd like it to. It's as if it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all makes sense in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; head&lt;/span&gt; and then when I go to vent it out, it comes out like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1000 piece puzzle&lt;/span&gt; that was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all done&lt;/span&gt; in my head, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kinda fell out in all it's little pieces&lt;/span&gt;. So that's sort of why I don't like to talk directly to people. I guess that's why I have this blog. It's easier for me to type and vent to something that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;won't back talk me&lt;/span&gt;. :P And I guess it's not really as fulfilling as talking to an actual person.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't know&lt;/span&gt; why I do it. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; have. Which is why I could&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; never &lt;/span&gt;delve into psychology. I anaylze everything enough as it is. Could you imagine if I had the background to really get into people's heads?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Good grief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think psychology is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; interesting but I'd probably just twist my own mind up in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, you really aren't getting 10$ so shoo-shoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-5960449430703485690?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5960449430703485690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5960449430703485690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-often-wonder.html' title='I Often Wonder.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-3626727045446094793</id><published>2010-05-31T13:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T13:30:39.640-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>GTFO My Head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What. The. Faaaaack. &lt;/span&gt;I feel like I've forgotten how to think straight. Guaaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-3626727045446094793?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3626727045446094793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3626727045446094793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/gtfo-my-head.html' title='GTFO My Head.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-335600726905272503</id><published>2010-05-31T05:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T05:35:07.792-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Weirdness.</title><content type='html'>I've never really been a big jealous type, but I find the strangest things make me jealous, at times. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silly me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-335600726905272503?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/335600726905272503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/335600726905272503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/weirdness.html' title='Weirdness.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-2120062157425424449</id><published>2010-05-31T00:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:48:02.787-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Another Painting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/TANa8d9EAqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/rHqZeZqvUdQ/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 434px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/TANa8d9EAqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/rHqZeZqvUdQ/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477321566692049570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's some dude with a camera.&lt;/span&gt; XD &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click to enlarge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It didn't turn out how I hoped&lt;/span&gt;.. but it's alright. I tried to play with a lot of shadow so a person has to look at it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awhile&lt;/span&gt; before you can really see what's going on. Hopefully I succeeded. Enjoy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-2120062157425424449?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/2120062157425424449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/2120062157425424449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-painting.html' title='Another Painting.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/TANa8d9EAqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/rHqZeZqvUdQ/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-9112261100490248676</id><published>2010-05-30T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:13:49.279-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Uaaghhh..</title><content type='html'>I really am a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;different breed&lt;/span&gt; of terrible person for ever buying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; on DVD back when it came out. I've been cooped up in the house and watching the movies and..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; holy gaawdddd&lt;/span&gt; does that movie make me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like romance&lt;/span&gt;. Okay. I will admit it.. so sue me.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BUT WOW&lt;/span&gt;. These characters are just..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'l so rant about this later.. but I'm really hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-9112261100490248676?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/9112261100490248676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/9112261100490248676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/uaaghhh.html' title='Uaaghhh..'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-4735740636487078173</id><published>2010-05-30T05:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T05:18:32.754-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Well.</title><content type='html'>God, I am such an&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; epic failure&lt;/span&gt;, but I get a good laugh at myself. And I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; actually&lt;/span&gt; mean that in a good way for once. Nothing says a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; job well done&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;half-assed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;blurting&lt;/span&gt; out what you feel and then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;telling them to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so that you don't feel awkward anymore. &gt;_&gt; God, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leak&lt;/span&gt; awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stretch&lt;/span&gt;- The sun is up, it's a new day. And despite crying my eyes out a few hours ago, I feel okay. Maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one day&lt;/span&gt; my emotions will make sense. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We can all hope, right? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-4735740636487078173?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4735740636487078173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4735740636487078173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/well_30.html' title='Well.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-1212886717428932973</id><published>2010-05-29T13:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T14:04:15.787-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Mother Nature Is Mean.. Oh, And I'm Done.</title><content type='html'>Cleared my head, decided to make the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; best&lt;/span&gt; out of my day off.. and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;whattheflyingfuckit'sraining. &lt;/span&gt;Hardcore. Edmonton.. I hate&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your shitty weather&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I have made a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; decision &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man up and stop being a bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; things. I've let some things get to me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt; too bad. I'm gonna face them, and go from there because I can't do this to myself anymore. Maybe if I face them, I can just.. settle thy kettle. 90% of the time I'm just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; about these certain things, and then once I hit a bump in the road, I get weak and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, emotional landslide right onto my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mission&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-1212886717428932973?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1212886717428932973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1212886717428932973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/mother-nature-is-mean.html' title='Mother Nature Is Mean.. Oh, And I&apos;m Done.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-105578552186352286</id><published>2010-05-29T02:46:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T03:32:03.365-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Heh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's almost funny how much someone can hurt another without even trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way too conflicted about.. just about everything to make anything make sense anymore. I know I need to give my head a shake, but I'm losing it. Plain ole' losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-105578552186352286?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/105578552186352286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/105578552186352286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/heh.html' title='Heh.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-6432154836098684907</id><published>2010-05-28T05:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T05:50:32.584-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Good Freekin Grief.</title><content type='html'>I can always feel myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;close to just breaking that stupid barrier of mine. And somehow, I still fail &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; time. I'm trying&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt; hard. And I'm getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt; that maybe I won't get a chance to say things I want to, or do things that I want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared and I don't know what to do. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So much to say, so much to do&lt;/span&gt;.. but how much time is there left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired.. too tired to even make sense. That's a ramble for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-6432154836098684907?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6432154836098684907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6432154836098684907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-freekin-grief.html' title='Good Freekin Grief.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-3681462688460026737</id><published>2010-05-28T01:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T03:29:40.162-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Mm Mortality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me, what is it you find&lt;br /&gt;so  fulfilling about human&lt;br /&gt;companionship?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"They feel much more strongly&lt;br /&gt;than we do. Everything is urgent,&lt;br /&gt;exciting. Maybe because their&lt;br /&gt;lives are so temporary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-3681462688460026737?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3681462688460026737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3681462688460026737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/mm-mortality.html' title='Mm Mortality.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-476198564253161855</id><published>2010-05-27T13:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:12:54.762-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>So Delicious.. And Mind Reading?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_7JOPyjxNI/AAAAAAAAAXY/5YOcTMNlEv4/s1600/eric-soookie-rooftop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_7JOPyjxNI/AAAAAAAAAXY/5YOcTMNlEv4/s320/eric-soookie-rooftop2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476035443523044562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; adore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eric and his completely weird relationships with all the other characters&lt;/span&gt;. I honestly prefer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eric over Bill &lt;/span&gt;100%. Bill isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt; or anything, but he reminds me of Edward Cullen from Twilight and that's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no bueno&lt;/span&gt;. Bill is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO&lt;/span&gt; clingy and protective and kind of.. irritating. What I like about Eric (besides the fact that he's drop dead sexy -shifty eyes-) is how there seems to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much more&lt;/span&gt; to him. He has substance compared to Bill. With Bill, I think if I could read his mind it would be nothing but, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"SookieSookieSookieSookieSookie!!!"&lt;/span&gt; and I like how Eric kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leaves me scratching my head&lt;/span&gt; at times. There's so much&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; darkness &lt;/span&gt;to him, but you can catch that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; light&lt;/span&gt; sometimes and it's clear he's a good soul.. just conflicted and troubled. Bill is, in a nutshell, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I AM SO DARK BECAUSE I HATE MYSELF AND I HATE MY KIND..... I LOVE SOOOOOKIIIIEEE!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; and what I get off Eric is that, he knows that darkness and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accepts&lt;/span&gt; it. And he doesn't feel sorry himself because he is the way he is, he&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lives&lt;/span&gt; and even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;embraces&lt;/span&gt; it a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I love to look at him, just sayin'. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a friend asked me if I could handle Sookie's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; telepathy &lt;/span&gt;if I had that gift. Kind of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toss u&lt;/span&gt;p, I think. Sometimes, I can get a good feel at what she's feeling. People around here are like open books. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Open books that yell.&lt;/span&gt; People are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so easy&lt;/span&gt; to read around here. Maybe I'm more astute compared to some? I'unno. It's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kind of nice&lt;/span&gt; being able to read people so well, yet at the same time it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; and I almost feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bombarded&lt;/span&gt;. I've come across &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;very few&lt;/span&gt; people who can keep me on my toes because they're just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SO&lt;/span&gt; clear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say if I would find comfort in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt; she feels around the vampires, though. I do hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;screaming open books&lt;/span&gt;, but some people are like books with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;90% of the text &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I'm fairly certain that said text is in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Latin&lt;/span&gt;.. XD I've only experienced two &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; different spectrums. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People who lay it all on the table&lt;/span&gt;, whether they just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dump&lt;/span&gt; it all at my feet or I can just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;read it&lt;/span&gt; off of them.. and then the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; people who I just can't get a good idea of who they are or what they're about unless they tell me themselves&lt;/span&gt;. I enjoy people like that, yes, but I can't say I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; get frustrated. There's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much I could ask,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt; much I'd like to bring up but because of that confusion I get, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never really know what to say or what to do&lt;/span&gt;. Then I do that thing where I get &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;, and then they get awkward. And then everyone gets awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then I get scared.&lt;/span&gt; T_T And because of that fear I get along with the awkward confusion, a lot of what I'd like to say stays as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whispers in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-476198564253161855?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/476198564253161855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/476198564253161855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-delicious.html' title='So Delicious.. And Mind Reading?'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_7JOPyjxNI/AAAAAAAAAXY/5YOcTMNlEv4/s72-c/eric-soookie-rooftop2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-9177924066263584030</id><published>2010-05-26T12:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:43:26.955-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><title type='text'>/SIGH</title><content type='html'>I wish you could understand just how much I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WORRY&lt;/span&gt;. Gaaahhhhhhhhh...hhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-9177924066263584030?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/9177924066263584030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/9177924066263584030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/sigh.html' title='/SIGH'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-4002944556794735217</id><published>2010-05-26T00:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T00:39:06.440-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Goodness.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I could just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;yell &lt;/span&gt;to your face how badly you make my blood &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;boil&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; in a damn good way. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; beat&lt;/span&gt; you over the head with a brick you &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;self righteous&lt;/span&gt;, egotistical,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; pseudo philosophical&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;son of a bitch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...Just sayin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-4002944556794735217?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4002944556794735217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4002944556794735217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/goodness.html' title='Goodness.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-5595492134564452377</id><published>2010-05-25T14:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T14:39:25.182-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Glow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"And even Edison has no idea&lt;br /&gt;Of all the blackouts I've caused you and me, ah.&lt;br /&gt;And even with the lights down real low,&lt;br /&gt;We'll glow.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the, I'll be the fuse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-5595492134564452377?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5595492134564452377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5595492134564452377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/glow.html' title='Glow.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-8004813627550565522</id><published>2010-05-25T00:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T01:11:17.746-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I. Love. This. Song.</title><content type='html'>Well, I really just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Dave Matthews Band in general.. but this song.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt;. It's so upbeat and so catchy, but.. uh, well the lyrics. -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;- I will not lie, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;get me a little hot and bothered. Oh, Dave Matthews. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shake Me Like A Monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I like about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I like about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God or the Devil &lt;/span&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;Could&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; have made you up&lt;br /&gt;The two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;have worked&lt;br /&gt;As one&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just wanna eat you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lick&lt;/span&gt; your sticky fingers, boy&lt;br /&gt;And sing for your dinner, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make me lose my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; love shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; what it is&lt;br /&gt;To feel the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;light of love&lt;/span&gt; inside you&lt;br /&gt;And all the darkness&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; falls&lt;/span&gt; away&lt;br /&gt;If you feel the way &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I believe we have the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; searching&lt;/span&gt; for tonight&lt;br /&gt;Love me baby, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shake m&lt;/span&gt;e like a monkey, baby&lt;br /&gt;Forever I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours, yours, yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah forever, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I, I&lt;br /&gt;Can't&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; stop &lt;/span&gt;thinking 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why would I want to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coffee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toast and jelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather be&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; licking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back to your belly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I, I&lt;br /&gt;Think that I'm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; going&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cigarettes and coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hearts&lt;/span&gt; and being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; girls&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ponies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romeo and Juliet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hangman and his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me, we go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss, kiss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make a wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that it comes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't waiting for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;world to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gonna change the world for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make you lose your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on &lt;/span&gt;everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make me lose my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first bit I didn't really listen to the lyrics and then one day I was like "=O Oh my goodness." But if you've never heard the song,&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8igCIXnaPPY"&gt; take a listen&lt;/a&gt;. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-8004813627550565522?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8004813627550565522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8004813627550565522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-this-song.html' title='I. Love. This. Song.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-4192808096974340603</id><published>2010-05-24T02:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:35:02.802-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Good Grief.</title><content type='html'>One day I'll figure out how to say it all, I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; promise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And maybe one day I'll stop being such a jealous person. Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-4192808096974340603?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4192808096974340603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4192808096974340603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/well.html' title='Good Grief.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-4010070148137502442</id><published>2010-05-23T22:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:04:14.181-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shenanigans'/><title type='text'>Good God.</title><content type='html'>Today has been a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; little &lt;/span&gt;fail. At least the last couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail #1- &lt;/span&gt;I took a photo of the beautiful sunset from my window with my webcam. After uploading said photo, my friend Kaila mentioned how there seems to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bug&lt;/span&gt; on my window screen. Me, being awesome, got onto my chair and started to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; poke and jab&lt;/span&gt; at the bug clinging to the screen. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What happens?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The screen falls out. So I had to run downstairs, run outside and get it back. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail #2-&lt;/span&gt; I've been in a meh-ish mood lately, so I decide to eat some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;. And somehow, someway.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What happens? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I go to bite the chocolate and chomp on my lower lip. OW. And then the bleeding starts. I was bleeding profusely from biting my lip. I'm smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail #3-&lt;/span&gt; So clearly my lip hurts and I go to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cautiously&lt;/span&gt; take a sip of water. The glass of water is more like a mug.. and holds like.. a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pint&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I miss my mouth and pour about half of it down my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Save me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-4010070148137502442?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4010070148137502442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4010070148137502442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-god.html' title='Good God.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-8714882598990490903</id><published>2010-05-23T17:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:05:29.765-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>We Are Broken.</title><content type='html'>I am outside and I've been waiting for the sun, and with my wide eyes I've seen worlds that don't belong. My mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize. Tell me why we live like this. Keep me safe inside your arms like towers. Tower over me. We are broken. What must I do to restore my innocence, and oh the promise I adore? Give me life again, because I just want to be whole. Lock the doors because I'd like to capture this feeling that came to me tonight, so everyone will have a choice. And under these lights, I'll show myself it wasn't forged. I'm at war, and I live like this. Keep me safe inside.. And I'll take the truth at any cost. I just want to be whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-8714882598990490903?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8714882598990490903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8714882598990490903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-are-broken.html' title='We Are Broken.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-7702128377590610829</id><published>2010-05-23T16:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:41:38.405-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Refreshing. A Little.</title><content type='html'>On the bright side of things, I completed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; of my goals. I used up my largest canvas ( 12 x 16) with a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gouache"&gt;gouache&lt;/a&gt; painting. I started to feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really bummed out&lt;/span&gt; this afternoon so I decided to clear off my desk and paint. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a few water dishes, a wooden paint palette and a couple sketches later&lt;/span&gt; I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;down to business&lt;/span&gt;. It took me about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 hours &lt;/span&gt;to complete and I'm actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very happy&lt;/span&gt; with how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painting is based off of a photo of my friend Keltie that I had taken during a photoshoot for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_mpVh5gLXI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Wc2sGCAcmro/s1600/P1010297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_mpVh5gLXI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Wc2sGCAcmro/s320/P1010297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474593009387449714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the painting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_mppwYce7I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Kl1IBvee7UI/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_mppwYce7I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Kl1IBvee7UI/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474593356872711090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much of a painter, to be honest, so it's nothing mind blowingly spectacular. But I do like how it came out. :) I hope you guys enjoy it, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and an update, I did this little painting on an 8 x 10 canvas for my friend Erikk. He loves Half Life. iT'S NOT EXACTLY DONE, BUT ALMOST. jUST GOTTA ERASE SOME PENCIL MARKS. Oh and take off caps locks, too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_nnNdBayFI/AAAAAAAAAWg/br903GokpWM/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_nnNdBayFI/AAAAAAAAAWg/br903GokpWM/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474661040360441938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-7702128377590610829?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7702128377590610829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7702128377590610829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/refreshing-little.html' title='Refreshing. A Little.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_mpVh5gLXI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Wc2sGCAcmro/s72-c/P1010297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-8041989764046598636</id><published>2010-05-23T04:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:38:21.076-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Mmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the Valium helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-8041989764046598636?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8041989764046598636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8041989764046598636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/mmm.html' title='Mmm.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-6421358999108944352</id><published>2010-05-23T00:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T01:02:29.688-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>To The Few.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Don't you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;second &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get to thinking&lt;br /&gt;that you're&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;replaceable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-6421358999108944352?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6421358999108944352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6421358999108944352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-few.html' title='To The Few.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-3119019772911392553</id><published>2010-05-22T23:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:07:48.653-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><title type='text'>Back To Basics.</title><content type='html'>So I think to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ease my mind &lt;/span&gt;a little I'm going to start a painting. One of my goals is to use up one of the bigger canvases I bought while I was at school so why not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kill two birds with one stone&lt;/span&gt;? I'm not exactly feeling terribly creative, though. A few friends now have brought the artist &lt;a href="http://www.alexgrey.com/"&gt;Alex Grey&lt;/a&gt; to my attention and I'm kind of motivated to do a piece in a style similar to his. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; couldn't do anything as detailed or as complex as his, but I love the sort of surreal and trippy feel to all of his pieces. So perhaps. I'm not too sure. All I know is I need to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; shut down my mind &lt;/span&gt;for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-3119019772911392553?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3119019772911392553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3119019772911392553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-basics.html' title='Back To Basics.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-6051064385450936754</id><published>2010-05-22T04:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T04:50:27.565-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><title type='text'>I Could Really Use A Wish Right Now.</title><content type='html'>I really, really, beyond words wish that I didn't have to feel like this anymore. Through my life, and mostly in the last few months I've accumulated a nasty collection of emotional wounds for various reasons. And although I know some of them will heal, others will just leave ugly scars. Emotionally, I can feel myself losing touch again and I'm so scared to go to that place again. Sometimes I feel like it's becoming impossible for me to get back on my feet. The days get better, I can remember what it's like to feel that warmth again and just like that- something happens to bring me to my knees again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore. My only real choice is to carry on, and that's what everyone keeps telling me to do.. but I don't want to. I just want to flop down and give right up. I'm an emotional wreck, I'm a physical wreck.. I'm an overall mess and it's getting hard for me to put on that dumbass grin of mine and continue. It's lame, I already know. I just don't want to hurt anymore. I don't want to wake up to a new day afraid of it. Afraid that something bad is gonna happen, like it always does. Afraid I'm gonna have an attack and wind up in the hospital again. Afraid that I have to face all the things I don't know how to face. Once upon a time I had this idea that I was so strong. Maybe I was.. but I really don't feel it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying so hard to make everything okay, to feel like everything can be okay but I don't know how much longer I can before I just snap again. It's all so fucking emo and it's all so fucking cliche and worst of all, it's all real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it could all just be one, big, terrible fucking nightmare. I want to wake up and have my Grandma, my Uncle and my two cousins. I want to go through a day without numerous moments of severe fucking chest pains, without praying I won't end up in the hospital again. I want to go to sleep happy, knowing that my day was alright and that everything was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream big, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is even overly emo for me, but I guess I just need to vent. Plus I don't think I'm really all here right now. Here's to tomorrow not being an epic fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-6051064385450936754?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6051064385450936754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6051064385450936754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-could-really-use-wish-right-now.html' title='I Could Really Use A Wish Right Now.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-7818529129762227773</id><published>2010-05-21T14:38:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:49:52.142-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Git Er' Done!</title><content type='html'>So I'm bored and feel like writing something so I shall do something simple.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A list of goals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Summer:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Hit the gym regularly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;[ ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I still go to the gym, but I've been on and off sick the last&lt;br /&gt;couple of weeks so I've kinda fallen out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Go to the shooting range at least 5 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Go on the annual trip with the guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;[ ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apparently our trip is set for July 1st to the 10th. It's up&lt;br /&gt;in the air what exactly we're doing. Might just spend the&lt;br /&gt;time at my friend Nick's parent's condo in B.C or actually&lt;br /&gt;go camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Use up two of my large 12x16 canvases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; [X] [X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Get my passport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; [ ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had all the papers awhile back but then I looked at them&lt;br /&gt;and got a little frightened at how much there was to do. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Get my learners license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; [ ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really should get on that. I'm 19 for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Get my game plan set for going to school for EMT-P. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some first aid courses, for starters. I have to take&lt;br /&gt;EMR ( Emergency Response ) before I can go for my actual&lt;br /&gt;EMT thingy and I need standard CPR certificate to get into&lt;br /&gt;that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Go to Jasper.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [ ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Go on a roadtrip. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Renovate my room. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. My room has been the same since I was about 10&lt;br /&gt;years old. Blue walls, flower trim at the top. It makes me die&lt;br /&gt;a bit inside. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Get a tan. An actual one. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grossly pale for a tan person. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-7818529129762227773?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7818529129762227773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7818529129762227773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/git-er-done.html' title='Git Er&apos; Done!'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-7764012039034625502</id><published>2010-05-20T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T13:04:16.560-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Interesting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I would die for for you.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't live for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-7764012039034625502?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7764012039034625502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7764012039034625502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/interesting.html' title='Interesting.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-1233049571018392194</id><published>2010-05-19T21:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:36:26.581-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>What. The Fuck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaMbRQmngoY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaMbRQmngoY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. There are so many things wrong with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, 7 year olds can shake their thang better than I. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This disturbs me a little bit. This video has gone viral and its caused &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite the stir &lt;/span&gt;even to the point where CNN did a spot on it. It's brought up the concern about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; where you can draw the line with children&lt;/span&gt;. Is it okay for them to be wearing these kind of outfits? Is it okay for them to be dancing like that? Should the parents be blamed? Should the choreographer be blamed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No. No. Yes. Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little girls are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt; talented. I did about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ten years&lt;/span&gt; of intensive competition dance and their skills are pretty well equal to mine. Not saying I'm the dancing Queen, but I've had years of training and these kids &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blow my mind&lt;/span&gt;. That being said... why the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt; are early elementary girls being trained to dance like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it okay for them to be wearing these kind of outfits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOOOOooo.&lt;/span&gt; I was a skanky version of Little Red Riding Hood for Halloween and my costume had&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 80% more coverage and material&lt;/span&gt; than what these kids are wearing. Itty bitty shorts, bra tops and thigh highs? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY?&lt;/span&gt; I've read arguments that it's not so bad because they don't have any form of development or "curves" to fill out their costumes.. but.. that is just plain silliness. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skimpy is skimpy&lt;/span&gt;. I don't give a damn who you are or how old you are. Plus, there are some sick fucks out there who get off to stuff like this.  I'm clearly not a parent, but even the IDEA of having some old dude oggle my little girl makes me want to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; puke&lt;/span&gt;. -shudder-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it okay for them to be dancing like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell. No.&lt;/span&gt; These girls are doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very, very &lt;/span&gt;sexualized moves and it's just not right for a damn seven year old to be doing them. Impressive choreography, yes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Appropriate?&lt;/span&gt; Not in the slightest. They're shaking their asses, sticking them up in the air, high kicks while laying on the ground, and all kinds of hip thrusting. Weirdness. Most of these moves are coined by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; burlesque &lt;/span&gt;dancers for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Should the parents be blamed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yup.&lt;/span&gt; Being part of the competition scene for a good chunk of my life I know that parents are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very much &lt;/span&gt;part of the process. I'm pretty shocked that parents would agree to letting their girls go on stage looking and moving like that. I'd be singing a different tune if the girls were, say, older teenagers.. but they're LITTLE FRICKEN KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Should the choreographer be blamed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Clearly.&lt;/span&gt; That's pretty self explanatory. Someone has some&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; skewed&lt;/span&gt; morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little girls are being sexualized (probably) without even knowing it. They're just dancing because, well, it's what they're there to do. I highly doubt that they get just how adult what they're doing is. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not right&lt;/span&gt;. Period. Fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-1233049571018392194?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1233049571018392194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1233049571018392194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-fuck.html' title='What. The Fuck?'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-4822751511498679263</id><published>2010-05-19T16:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T16:58:15.677-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shenanigans'/><title type='text'>I'm Wretched.</title><content type='html'>I am the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;murderer &lt;/span&gt;of electronics.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; And I don't mean it! I dunno what it is, but I just break &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.... so... I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; reckless&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mind blowingly reckless&lt;/span&gt;, at times. And I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clumsy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pockets elude me&lt;/span&gt;. I go to put my phone into my front pants pocket and more often than not I'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss the pocket&lt;/span&gt; and pretty well launch my phone to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butter fingers&lt;/span&gt;. I can just be holding my phone, or my iPod and then suddenly it's this horrible moment of juggling as I fumble to keep it in my hands. It usually ends with said device on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The dropkick combo&lt;/span&gt;. Basically, this is my nickname for my amazing ability to drop something without really realizing it and then stepping on it. XD Yes, it happens often enough that I have a name for it. I dropped my Blackberry when I was getting out of Steven's truck one day and then I stepped on it. Erikk, my friend who bought me the phone, never looked so horrified in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The toss and fail.&lt;/span&gt; My bed is firm. Yet when I lightly toss my phone onto it, the damn thing bounces impossibly high and goes flying into a wall or something. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lucky&lt;/span&gt; enough to have never&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; literally&lt;/span&gt; broken anything by dropping them. My drops slowly but surely kill said technology, I'm sure.. but I've never dropped anything and had them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outright break&lt;/span&gt;, or even cracked a screen or anything. It's kinda like me and my bones. I'm a walking disaster and have hurt myself in the most retarded ways, but I've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;broken anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wanna&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; start &lt;/span&gt;on the travesty that is me and computers. -Shakes head.- Just. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology and I aren't very good friends. As much as I love it, it doesn't feel the same way, I guess. XD I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; iPods and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; Blackberries within two feet of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-4822751511498679263?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4822751511498679263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4822751511498679263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-wretched.html' title='I&apos;m Wretched.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-6510542366422193863</id><published>2010-05-19T05:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T05:03:13.977-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Here We Go.</title><content type='html'>I hate it when you have a talk with someone, and something they say manages to just get u&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nder your skin&lt;/span&gt; for some reason or another. Now all I have are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more questions&lt;/span&gt; and even&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; less answers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-6510542366422193863?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6510542366422193863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6510542366422193863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-we-go.html' title='Here We Go.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-8313575625423299523</id><published>2010-05-17T12:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:05:30.810-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Airplanes.</title><content type='html'>Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wish right now&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wish right now&lt;/span&gt;. I could use a dream or a genie or a wish to go to a place much simpler than this. When your plans unravel, I can hear them saying, "What would you wish for if you had one chance?" So, airplanes, sorry I'm late. I'm on my way so don't close that gate. If I don't make it then I'll switch my flight, and I'll be right back by the end of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-8313575625423299523?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8313575625423299523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8313575625423299523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/airplanes.html' title='Airplanes.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-7359775293570962618</id><published>2010-05-17T05:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T05:52:28.179-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Lawl.</title><content type='html'>Remember to sleep with your glasses &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-7359775293570962618?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7359775293570962618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7359775293570962618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/lawl.html' title='Lawl.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-6571555970034709900</id><published>2010-05-15T03:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T03:09:54.452-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>I Am Too Tired To Say Much..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT HOLY COW "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ROBIN HOOD&lt;/span&gt;" FELT LIKE IT WAS A THOUSAND YEARS LONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It was good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But holy crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-6571555970034709900?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6571555970034709900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6571555970034709900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-too-tired-to-say-much.html' title='I Am Too Tired To Say Much..'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-8724984657960001545</id><published>2010-05-14T06:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T06:09:15.957-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>You Can't Imagine.</title><content type='html'>..just how&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; right&lt;/span&gt; you can make things. At least for awhile. And sometimes, awhile is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;. A thank you probably isn't enough, but it's about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; all&lt;/span&gt; I can offer. That, and dosages of my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-8724984657960001545?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8724984657960001545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8724984657960001545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-cant-imagine.html' title='You Can&apos;t Imagine.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-3079711150767057230</id><published>2010-05-14T00:39:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T01:22:24.505-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>So What If I'm A Sap?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"Don't worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;You know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;to my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best girl&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;don't you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;          -Tony Stark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; ask me to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;something like that again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;"I don't have anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;But &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;"You're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all I have&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;, you know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-Pepper Potts and Tony Stark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-3079711150767057230?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3079711150767057230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3079711150767057230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-what-if-im-sap.html' title='So What If I&apos;m A Sap?'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-7935777334597801752</id><published>2010-05-14T00:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T00:19:39.959-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><title type='text'>Courage II.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;When you're young, your whole life is about the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pursuit of fun&lt;/span&gt;. Then, you grow up and learn to be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cautious&lt;/span&gt;. You could break a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bone or a heart&lt;/span&gt;. You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;look before you leap &lt;/span&gt;and sometimes you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't leap at all&lt;/span&gt; because there's not always&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; someone &lt;/span&gt;there to catch you. And in life, there's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no safety net&lt;/span&gt;. When did it stop being fun and start being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-7935777334597801752?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7935777334597801752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7935777334597801752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/courage-ii.html' title='Courage II.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-5517838910243792603</id><published>2010-05-13T04:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T04:12:02.004-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><title type='text'>Courage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I seriously lack courage, sometimes. I wish I had what it took to say all the things I want to. Everything I want to say is always right there in my mind, but I don't have what it takes to just say it. I guess I'm worried how I'll be responded to in those situations. I know I'm afraid that it really wouldn't make a difference, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fail, Shayla. Fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-5517838910243792603?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5517838910243792603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5517838910243792603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/courage.html' title='Courage.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-2788475243945132501</id><published>2010-05-12T15:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:55:57.513-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>I'm Free.</title><content type='html'>This is a poem that was on the back of my Uncle Tyler's memorial pamphlet and I thought I would share. It devastated me to have lost so many people in such a short span of time, but this little poem did make my heart feel a little less heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm following the path God laid for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I took his hand and heard him call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I turned my back and left it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could not stay another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To laugh, to love, to work or play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tasks left undone must stay that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found that peace at close of day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If my parting has left a void&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then fill it with remembered joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah yes, these things I, too, will miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be not burdened with times of sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish you sunshine of tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My life's been full, I've savored much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good friends, good times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A loved ones touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perhaps my time seemed all too brief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't lengthen it now with undue grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lift up your hearts and share with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't worry now, at last, I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hardly a religious person, but this does make me feel a little better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-2788475243945132501?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/2788475243945132501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/2788475243945132501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-free.html' title='I&apos;m Free.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-891637547153303762</id><published>2010-05-12T01:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T01:31:03.788-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Holy Cow.</title><content type='html'>I am really not happy being put in the middle of all your damn bullshit. D: &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-891637547153303762?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/891637547153303762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/891637547153303762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/holy-cow.html' title='Holy Cow.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-779956824735090827</id><published>2010-05-11T13:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:30:41.175-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just gonna throw out all this shit I'm feeling. Le venting and ranting those stupid, tiny things that bug me that have collected into full fledged dislike. is what I need to do before I karate chop a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you're so egotistical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you say random, weird things, thinking it's cute or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you still can't understand the concept of "there, their, they're" and you're 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you think you're so smart, yet... cannot do the above and spell like an 8th grader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you spew philosophical quotes thinking that I don't know you stole them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you say insulting things all the time, as if you're top shit, but can't take what you dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you try to make fun of me for being a gamer and an anime lover but you love Starwars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you really feel that I'm gonna come running to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you try to buy my affection. Not only do I not want your shit, it's a little insulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you seem to put a lot of effort into being "brooding" and "mysterious." The "tortured soul" thing is just pathetic on you. Looking for reasons to be sad is just.......... sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you have no drive, whatsoever. All you take is the easy roads in life and wonder why you aren't anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you tell me that you have soooo much potential and sooo much worth yet do the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you've known me since last October and are actually convinced that you are very in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..you act like my friendships with other guys are YOUR business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I can't tear you a new one because we have mutual friends I actually respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..despite discovering over time that you are the biggest douchebag sometimes, I trusted you and you hurt me worse than most ever have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-779956824735090827?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/779956824735090827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/779956824735090827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-4797926508764695496</id><published>2010-05-11T02:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T04:30:26.948-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Lyrics: For When I Have Little Else To Say. :P</title><content type='html'>I'm still alive, but I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barely breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just prayin' to a God that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' I got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; and he's got&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz when a heart &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it don't break&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wide awake&lt;/span&gt;, he's got&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no trouble&lt;/span&gt; sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' when a heart &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it don't break &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't break &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; supposed&lt;/span&gt; to do&lt;br /&gt;When the best part of me was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; always&lt;/span&gt; you?&lt;br /&gt;What am I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; supposed&lt;/span&gt; to say&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choked up&lt;/span&gt; and you're&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; okay&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say bad things happen for a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no&lt;/span&gt; wise words gonna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stop the bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' he's gonna&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; move on &lt;/span&gt;while I'm still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grieving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when a heart&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's don't break &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-4797926508764695496?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4797926508764695496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4797926508764695496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/lyrics-for-when-i-have-little-else-to.html' title='Lyrics: For When I Have Little Else To Say. :P'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-6721628977638150642</id><published>2010-05-10T02:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T02:29:03.527-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Ya Know.</title><content type='html'>Maybe one day you'll get a grasp on just how much I care. And how often I question myself for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-6721628977638150642?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6721628977638150642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6721628977638150642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/ya-know.html' title='Ya Know.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-6233405627920258558</id><published>2010-05-08T02:35:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:33:16.160-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Well. I Have Nothing To Say. So Here's Pictures!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S-diDC2EyyI/AAAAAAAAATg/3QHSDIGcMYg/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S-diDC2EyyI/AAAAAAAAATg/3QHSDIGcMYg/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469448076907563810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S-dhj0HvP-I/AAAAAAAAATY/0OyoIHelOt0/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S-dhj0HvP-I/AAAAAAAAATY/0OyoIHelOt0/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469447540379172834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S-Uj4UGPBYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/C5hVydT8iqs/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S-Uj4UGPBYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/C5hVydT8iqs/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468816772885841282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S-Uj4UGPBYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/C5hVydT8iqs/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;I am soooo attractive. xD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S-Uj4UGPBYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/C5hVydT8iqs/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S-Ujm2-DaAI/AAAAAAAAATI/Bz6zqjQ7KPE/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S-Ujm2-DaAI/AAAAAAAAATI/Bz6zqjQ7KPE/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468816473009121282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is me. And I am... confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got that new camera, so yes... it's go time. Like I said before, it has a front LCD so I can see what the outcome will be of a self portrait and group shots without cutting people off.. so came whore I shall. I really don't have anything witty to say here, or anything very interesting so I guess all you get is pictures... xD I'm tired. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;OH WAIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short funny story. I was at work today and I took out my phone to check the time. This guy walks passed and stops, looks at me the conversation goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Man: "Heeey there... didja call me?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uh. Huh? No... Umm, did you need some help with anything?"&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Nah, I was just headin' over to mobile audio to get some help."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh, okay. Yeah, that's not much my department."&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Yeah.. I was on my way there, but you be lookin' so hot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Seriously. He said that. It was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uhhhhh... t-thanks?"&lt;br /&gt;Man: "So you be going to a party later tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: 'Nuu.. I'm not much of a partier.."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he roamed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W.T.F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-6233405627920258558?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6233405627920258558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6233405627920258558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-i-have-nothing-to-say-so-heres.html' title='Well. I Have Nothing To Say. So Here&apos;s Pictures!!'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S-diDC2EyyI/AAAAAAAAATg/3QHSDIGcMYg/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-8742124192192884562</id><published>2010-05-07T03:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:35:10.630-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaming'/><title type='text'>A Whole Lotta Nonsense.</title><content type='html'>I really don't have much to say. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At least not anything important&lt;/span&gt;. I've been working straight &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;closing shifts &lt;/span&gt;at work for the last bit, and have three more to go.. so I kinda just spend all day at work and not much interesting happens there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;OH WAIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I nearly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; punched&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old lady&lt;/span&gt;. As I said before, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a bad person&lt;/span&gt;. The damn woman lead me over to the portable DVD players to point out a model she had purchased, and explaining to me how she had gotten the batteries&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; stuck&lt;/span&gt; in the one she had at home. For some reason, she wanted me to demonstrate how to insert and take out batteries from this thing. So she shows me the model, and....... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the fucking thing isn't even one that uses batteries&lt;/span&gt;. It was a cheapo brand one that had a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hallow hinge&lt;/span&gt; on it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND SHE PUT BATTERIES IN IT&lt;/span&gt;. Yes. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Batteries into the hinge of the DVD player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I tried explaining to her what she had done wrong and she had the nerve to tell me I had no idea what I was talking about. She was SO incredibly rude. Ugh. What a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;has a new camera&lt;/span&gt;. :D Just in time, too, because my old one is on it's last legs of life. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, Shayla! Didn't you just purchase a new camera hardly a year ago?&lt;/span&gt;" Why, yes, fine reader.. I did. But my retard friend of a friend spilled coffee on it. Stupid, stupid woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LEyTdomWFqE/S4ezeiOaQqI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/3RMphI5kqss/s400/27955_samsung_pl100_31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LEyTdomWFqE/S4ezeiOaQqI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/3RMphI5kqss/s400/27955_samsung_pl100_31.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samsung PL100&lt;/span&gt;. It has a front screen thinger for self portraits so I may now cam-whore with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much efficiency&lt;/span&gt;. And as Daniel pointed out, when I take pictures of us, I can see that he's making terrible faces and hurt him for it. :D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, what else? -Thinks- Not much else to say besides the fact that I've been playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dante's Inferno&lt;/span&gt; for the XBOX 360 and although it's nothing totally groundbreaking, it is fun for what it is. It's basically the first chapter "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inferno&lt;/span&gt;" of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Divine Comedy&lt;/span&gt; adapted into a video game. Yeah.. no idea who thought of that. In short.. it's The Divine Comedy with mind numbing violence, a lot of boobs, the killing of unbaptized babies and toungue-nipples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tongue nipples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see some terrifyingly wtf kind of things in the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lust&lt;/span&gt;" circle of Hell in that game. I'm currently playing in that circle of Hell and I've seen things I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cannot un-see&lt;/span&gt;. I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unbaptized babies with sythe arms&lt;/span&gt; were scary. That was until I saw the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vagina tentacles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-8742124192192884562?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8742124192192884562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8742124192192884562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/whole-lotta-nonsense.html' title='A Whole Lotta Nonsense.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LEyTdomWFqE/S4ezeiOaQqI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/3RMphI5kqss/s72-c/27955_samsung_pl100_31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-1368738171537289672</id><published>2010-05-06T13:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:55:01.567-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaming'/><title type='text'>I Find I'm Very Good At..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spending money. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new watch came in the mail today! Finally. My t-shirt beat the damn thing and I bought the shirt about a week and a half later. For shame, Tokidoki. Also, I bought an XBOX 360 yesterday. T___T I know I probably won't play it THHAAATTTT much.. but I got the Elite for 299.99 with 7 games included. I couldn't resist. I am a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad person&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S-MeAM-pTTI/AAAAAAAAASw/AAYK2GlanS8/s1600/Rodnine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S-MeAM-pTTI/AAAAAAAAASw/AAYK2GlanS8/s320/Rodnine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468247361390726450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-1368738171537289672?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1368738171537289672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1368738171537289672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-find-im-very-good-at.html' title='I Find I&apos;m Very Good At..'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S-MeAM-pTTI/AAAAAAAAASw/AAYK2GlanS8/s72-c/Rodnine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-2194769905724999078</id><published>2010-05-05T13:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T13:37:49.454-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Also!</title><content type='html'>I was having a conversation with a good friend last night about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; life and death&lt;/span&gt; and other such things, and I was reminded of this quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oblivion &lt;/span&gt;is all there is when we die,&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;happens other than&lt;br /&gt;Suffering &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ends&lt;/span&gt;, or&lt;br /&gt;A happy life was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lived&lt;/span&gt;, or&lt;br /&gt;An evil life was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; snuffed out&lt;/span&gt;, or&lt;br /&gt;A boring life is at last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I think that's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; alternative&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heaven and Hell&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And I'd choose&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; oblivion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-2194769905724999078?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/2194769905724999078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/2194769905724999078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/also.html' title='Also!'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-5729914965559719582</id><published>2010-05-05T13:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T13:17:50.743-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothing'/><title type='text'>MINE, ALL MIINNNEEEE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S-HDPxS-RzI/AAAAAAAAASo/aW9clTtjYqQ/s1600/Picture+598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S-HDPxS-RzI/AAAAAAAAASo/aW9clTtjYqQ/s320/Picture+598.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467866098302863154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SplitReason&lt;/span&gt; has such fast shipping even though I just used whatever the hell their standard shipping was. I felt as if paying for express for a tshirt would be a little silly. I love it. SO CUTE. I'm so glad it fits decently. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Typically&lt;/span&gt;, the awesome shirts never come in girl sizes. T_T Hmph! So I ordered a small in guys and hoped for the best. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, this picture makes my chest look insanely big.. LOL. I must have been leaning towards teh camera because wow. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrival of my shirt has made me happy. How can something as bright as the sun not make you happy?! Alas, I can only flaunt about in it for a couple more hours because I must work. ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-5729914965559719582?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5729914965559719582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5729914965559719582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/mine-all-miinnneeee.html' title='MINE, ALL MIINNNEEEE.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S-HDPxS-RzI/AAAAAAAAASo/aW9clTtjYqQ/s72-c/Picture+598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-8869769095141602880</id><published>2010-05-04T01:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:25:25.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fate is an elegant, cold-hearted whore.&lt;br /&gt;She loves salting my wounds.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she enjoys nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;I bleed confidence from deep within my guts now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Queen of this pity party with my jewel encrusted crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is truly another stand-still, or some other.&lt;br /&gt;Then I would die, but at least then I'd be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; free&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-8869769095141602880?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8869769095141602880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8869769095141602880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/fate.html' title='Fate.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-5664138955093777245</id><published>2010-05-03T15:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:17:27.434-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Errrr.... Say What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my Uncle is actually&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; losing his mind&lt;/span&gt;. He's getting more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;volatile&lt;/span&gt; at the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; smallest&lt;/span&gt; things. He had a freak out earlier today because Dad was doing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dishes in the sink and not using the dishwasher&lt;/span&gt;, which sparked a huge argument. Yeeaahh.. I dunno about him, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So I haven't for a long time, but you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their arguing was what woke me up and I kinda just got the tail end of it, which included him leaving the house yelling,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "YOU KILLED MY MOM, YOU KILLED MY MOM."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, seriously. No word of a lie. o_O Not only is he somehow trying to pin my Grandma's death on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my Dad&lt;/span&gt;, he's also being a selfish prick and using the term "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;". That &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; annoys me. She was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dad's Mom, she was my Aunt's Mom, she was my other Uncle's Mom, and she was practically my Mom.&lt;/span&gt; Yet almost anytime he talks about her, or she's mentioned, he has to throw in the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;". Just the way he says it makes me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sick.&lt;/span&gt; I understand that everyone needs time to deal, but it's like he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;refusing &lt;/span&gt;the idea of letting her go. He gets all edgy when anyone is in her room, or near it. That and he&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; refuses&lt;/span&gt; to keep his Diabetes in check.. so he's just&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; all around loopy &lt;/span&gt;these days. He was always a fucking prick,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; don't get me wrong on that&lt;/span&gt;, he's just getting worse and worse. I'm really questioning how we can live under the same roof as him. He's threatened to hit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, he threatened to attack my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; today.. so yeeaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt is moving in tomorrow, and Dad's hoping she'll be able to help be a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; buffer &lt;/span&gt;between us and my Uncle. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;highly doubt it,&lt;/span&gt; though. She's as hard headed as the rest of us. I can only see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; arguments under this roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which is totally what we all need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just not really&lt;/span&gt;. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-5664138955093777245?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5664138955093777245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5664138955093777245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/errrr-say-what.html' title='Errrr.... Say What?'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-519663363660183781</id><published>2010-05-02T23:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:34:19.377-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothing'/><title type='text'>Okay, So I'm A Huge Dork.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.splitreason.com/Product_Images/90b193379837-xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 220px;" src="http://www.splitreason.com/Product_Images/90b193379837-xl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After long contemplation, I decided to order this shirt.. I think it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;. XD It's from the website of my favorite video game viewer, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yahtzee Croshaw&lt;/span&gt;. He does rather critical, pessimistic reviews of the latest releases.. and he makes me laugh so hard. You can check him out&lt;a href="http://www.escapistmagazine.com/videos/view/zero-punctuation"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-519663363660183781?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/519663363660183781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/519663363660183781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/okay-so-im-huge-dork.html' title='Okay, So I&apos;m A Huge Dork.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-5309909639803584614</id><published>2010-05-02T03:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T03:07:00.795-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>I'm A Dork, I Know.</title><content type='html'>But it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; always&lt;/span&gt; makes my night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-5309909639803584614?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5309909639803584614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5309909639803584614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-dork-i-know.html' title='I&apos;m A Dork, I Know.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-480223764980506739</id><published>2010-05-01T13:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T14:19:31.085-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>Dear Immune System,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a giant dildo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt;. I am sick way too much, despite my best efforts. :( And I get majorly sick &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so often&lt;/span&gt;, plus end up in the hospital on a regular basis due to my "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mystery&lt;/span&gt;" illness. What I hate the most about it (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aside from the fact that doctors are apparently too retarded to figure out what's wrong with me&lt;/span&gt;) is that everyone treats me like I'm&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; terminal &lt;/span&gt;whenever I get sick. I could just have kind of a cold/flu/not very nice thing and most people I know are like, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG PLEASE GET BETTER. OMG WHAT ARE YOUR SYMPTOMS?! DO YOU NEED A DOCTOR?! LAY DOWN. OH JESUS NOOOO&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; little&lt;/span&gt; over exaggerated.. but not much. XD Fuckers should make me a shoe in for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make A Wish Foundation&lt;/span&gt; with how they treat me, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also having "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one of those days&lt;/span&gt;". Being sick makes me really short tempered (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, more so than usual XD&lt;/span&gt;) and so far I've wanted to hit anyone I've talked to with the closest object. Maybe I will play some Sims3 and kill off some people. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-480223764980506739?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/480223764980506739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/480223764980506739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-immune-system.html' title='Dear Immune System,'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-5086938656009173235</id><published>2010-05-01T02:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T02:18:45.122-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><title type='text'>Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't help&lt;/span&gt; but wonder&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; why&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give a dam&lt;/span&gt;n about some of the people I do. Sickly Shayla is bitter. Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-5086938656009173235?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5086938656009173235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5086938656009173235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-7185761461153286264</id><published>2010-04-29T14:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T15:21:52.612-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><title type='text'>One O' Them Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Time&lt;/em&gt; waits for no one. But&lt;em&gt; people&lt;/em&gt; do. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wish I didn't have to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on another note, I'm sick again. &lt;em&gt;Nooo&lt;/em&gt;.. D: Nasty throat ouchies, and sinus stuffiness of joy. :( With an immune system like mine, I guess it was pretty inevitable that I get sick sometime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-7185761461153286264?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7185761461153286264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7185761461153286264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-o-them-days.html' title='One O&apos; Them Days.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-1368241633578051442</id><published>2010-04-29T00:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:27:29.186-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-analysis'/><title type='text'>So, What Does It Mean?</title><content type='html'>A few of my friends were asking&lt;em&gt; why &lt;/em&gt;I decided on the tattoo I did. I'm the kind of person who thinks a tattoo should be reserved for something that has &lt;strong&gt;meaning&lt;/strong&gt; to you. I know a lot of people who just get &lt;em&gt;random&lt;/em&gt; shit tattoo'ed onto them and it makes me sad. The girl who booked my tattoo had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;giant pink walrus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on her forearm. Maybe that did mean something deep, but wtf. XD Anywho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Time waits for no one."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always liked this quote, and I guess I could say that the last few months have put it into &lt;em&gt;better perspective&lt;/em&gt;. When all the shit started to hit the fan and I was reeling from it all, time didn't mean much to me. I fell into my own little &lt;em&gt;pit&lt;/em&gt; and stayed in there. I &lt;em&gt;hardly spoke to anyone&lt;/em&gt;, I &lt;em&gt;rarely even left the house&lt;/em&gt;.. yeah, it was a pretty lame time. But before I even knew it, about&lt;strong&gt; four months&lt;/strong&gt; had passed while I was in my own little&lt;em&gt; stand still&lt;/em&gt;. I was&lt;em&gt; out of work&lt;/em&gt;, I &lt;em&gt;wasn't in school&lt;/em&gt;, it was all pretty &lt;em&gt;bleak&lt;/em&gt; and a lot had managed to go down the tubes while I was wallowing. I may have &lt;strong&gt;stopped&lt;/strong&gt;, but &lt;strong&gt;life didn't&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time didn't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It really made me realize that time will go on &lt;em&gt;with you&lt;/em&gt;, or &lt;em&gt;without you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, the wallowing and the depression did make some sense considering what had happened, but I still find deep meaning in that quote. Not only does it remind me that&lt;em&gt; time is ticking&lt;/em&gt;, and to pick up and move on, but it also mean something else to me. I guess it also tells me to just&lt;strong&gt; do it&lt;/strong&gt;. Whatever "&lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;" may be. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a chance, take a risk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but do it because &lt;em&gt;time is ticking&lt;/em&gt;. And it's &lt;em&gt;not waiting&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Maybe&lt;strong&gt; you're&lt;/strong&gt; missing your chance to do something great&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is your moment. Do it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-1368241633578051442?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1368241633578051442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1368241633578051442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-what-does-it-mean.html' title='So, What Does It Mean?'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-2647615100727013398</id><published>2010-04-28T19:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:19:48.456-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shenanigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>"Time waits for no one."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S9jeaqMwOpI/AAAAAAAAASA/ZnG5WFnnVvA/s1600/Picture+594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S9jeaqMwOpI/AAAAAAAAASA/ZnG5WFnnVvA/s320/Picture+594.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465362697399843474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there she is. :) I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like it, my bad, blurry, p.o.s webcam doesn't really do it justice, but yessss. It's not that blurry irl, I assure you.. LOL. Dad still hasn't seen it. &lt;em&gt;Ahem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-2647615100727013398?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/2647615100727013398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/2647615100727013398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-waits-for-no-one.html' title='&quot;Time waits for no one.&quot;'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S9jeaqMwOpI/AAAAAAAAASA/ZnG5WFnnVvA/s72-c/Picture+594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-451738159001681318</id><published>2010-04-27T21:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:43:08.286-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shenanigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Yay I Finally Got My- OWWWWW.</title><content type='html'>So today I got my tattoo! Sadly, I have to wait&lt;em&gt; 24&lt;/em&gt; hours before I can take the bandage off. :( I saw it when it was complete and I absolutely just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;looooove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it. I can't wait to see it when it's more healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did it hurt. Like &lt;em&gt;wtf hurt&lt;/em&gt;. I have a high tolerance for pain and I'm pretty sure my expression through the entire session was &lt;strong&gt;X_X&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess I did pick a kinda painful spot (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forearm, closer to the wrist&lt;/span&gt; ), considering I have slender arms and the start of my tattoo is write over my tendons. Smart, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm &lt;strong&gt;very happy&lt;/strong&gt; I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My Dad is not gonna be thrilled. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-451738159001681318?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/451738159001681318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/451738159001681318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/04/yay-i-finally-got-my-owwwww.html' title='Yay I Finally Got My- OWWWWW.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-7964225752044142742</id><published>2010-04-27T02:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T02:34:38.769-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-analysis'/><title type='text'>I Wonder.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wonder &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm waiting for. Or&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-7964225752044142742?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7964225752044142742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7964225752044142742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-254040681091202867</id><published>2010-04-27T00:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:10:20.053-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><title type='text'>Talk About Changes.</title><content type='html'>So in the last week a lot has changed. Nothing like.. &lt;strong&gt;MAJOR&lt;/strong&gt;. I've just kinda done an overhaul on myself. I finally bought&lt;em&gt; summer&lt;/em&gt; stuff.. I actually wear&lt;em&gt; shorts and dresses&lt;/em&gt; now. And for those who know me well enough... yeah, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; used to do that&lt;em&gt;. Jeans and t shirts&lt;/em&gt; were kind of what defined me. I finally put my foot down and decided that I didn't want to suffer through another &lt;strong&gt;+30 - +40&lt;/strong&gt; summers in jeans and hoodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got contacts. Glasses can be a pain in the ass.. maybe not to most, but I'm a &lt;em&gt;clumsy ass.&lt;/em&gt; I haven't decided how I feel about contacts, yet, though. I've had glasses since the 4th grade so seeing myself without glasses is a little weird. I feel self concious because I feel like I look &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also go to the gym now. Yep. &lt;em&gt;My lazy ass works out&lt;/em&gt;. That's a&lt;strong&gt; miracle&lt;/strong&gt; in itself. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not leassssttt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a&lt;strong&gt; tattoo&lt;/strong&gt;. =D The quote &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Time waits for no one."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on my right forearm. We'll see how that goes. O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-254040681091202867?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/254040681091202867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/254040681091202867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/04/talk-about-changes.html' title='Talk About Changes.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-289332373494529911</id><published>2010-04-25T01:44:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T02:04:07.965-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Speechless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I can't &lt;em&gt;believe&lt;/em&gt; what you said to me&lt;br /&gt;Last night when we were&lt;em&gt; alo&lt;/em&gt;ne&lt;br /&gt;You threw your hands &lt;em&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Baby you&lt;em&gt; gave up&lt;/em&gt;, you&lt;em&gt; gave up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I can't believe how you&lt;em&gt; looked&lt;/em&gt; at me&lt;br /&gt;With your James Dead&lt;em&gt; glossy&lt;/em&gt; eyes&lt;br /&gt;And your cigarette stained&lt;em&gt; lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could we fix you if you &lt;em&gt;broke&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;And is your punch line just a &lt;em&gt;joke&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never&lt;em&gt; talk&lt;/em&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, you've left me &lt;em&gt;speechles&lt;/em&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;You've left me speechless, so &lt;em&gt;speechless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never&lt;em&gt; love&lt;/em&gt; again,&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, you've left me &lt;em&gt;speechless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've left me speechless, so &lt;em&gt;speechless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how you &lt;em&gt;slurred&lt;/em&gt; at me&lt;br /&gt;You popped my heart seams&lt;br /&gt;On my &lt;em&gt;bubble dreams&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;bubble dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how you&lt;em&gt; looked&lt;/em&gt; at me&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna &lt;em&gt;get&lt;/em&gt; you and after they're through&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be&lt;em&gt; no love left&lt;/em&gt; to rye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's &lt;em&gt;complicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But I'm a&lt;em&gt; loser in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby, raise a glass to &lt;em&gt;mend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the &lt;em&gt;broken &lt;/em&gt;hearts&lt;br /&gt;Of all my&lt;em&gt; wrecked up&lt;/em&gt; friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never&lt;em&gt; talk&lt;/em&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, you've left me &lt;em&gt;speechless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never&lt;em&gt; love&lt;/em&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;Oh friend, you've left me &lt;em&gt;speechless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the drinks and the places that &lt;em&gt;we've&lt;/em&gt; been to&lt;br /&gt;Would you&lt;em&gt; give it all up&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Could I give it all up &lt;em&gt;for you&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the boys and girls that we've been &lt;em&gt;through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; give it all up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you give it all up if I&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; promise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, boy, to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'll never &lt;em&gt;talk&lt;/em&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;I'll never &lt;em&gt;write&lt;/em&gt; a song&lt;br /&gt;Won't even&lt;em&gt; sing&lt;/em&gt; along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever talk &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, why you so &lt;em&gt;speechless&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men may follow &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you &lt;em&gt;choose&lt;/em&gt; death and company&lt;br /&gt;Why you so&lt;em&gt; speechless&lt;/em&gt;? Oh oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-289332373494529911?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/289332373494529911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/289332373494529911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/04/speechless.html' title='Speechless.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-1761717785575263940</id><published>2010-04-25T01:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T01:03:10.341-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zombies'/><title type='text'>Left4Dead 2: The Passing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt;. Thrilled. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; All&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime, Valve, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everytime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-1761717785575263940?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1761717785575263940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1761717785575263940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/04/left4dead-2-passing.html' title='Left4Dead 2: The Passing.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-4526353006081227485</id><published>2010-04-23T15:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T15:19:11.595-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaming'/><title type='text'>Damnit, Shayla.</title><content type='html'>Soo I somehow managed to &lt;strong&gt;break&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Steam. Broke my heart in the process. XD I closed it so I could restart the program to get my Left4Dead2 add-on going... and Steam &lt;em&gt;never did open again&lt;/em&gt;. ;___; It kept saying it couldn't contact the server. So I tried a &lt;em&gt;repair install&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that broke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, too. &gt;_&gt;;; So alas, I had to uninstall and reinstall Steam and I'm currently reinstalling all my games. &lt;strong&gt;Le fail&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt;, I break &lt;strong&gt;everything.&lt;/strong&gt; D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-4526353006081227485?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4526353006081227485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4526353006081227485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/04/damnit-shayla.html' title='Damnit, Shayla.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-4270742590859759675</id><published>2010-04-22T23:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:56:48.832-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zombies'/><title type='text'>Holy Mother Fucking Shit Fuck, Batman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Robert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought the original survivors back, killed someone &lt;br /&gt;off,  there's new special infected and a new map.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orgasm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked it up and yes, tis all true. Plus there's supposed to be more game modes, weapons and an "uncommon common" zombie class.. the fallen survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WANNA KNOW WHO DIES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sadly, it's one of the original 4, which sucks because I love them all. I have no love for the new 4. ;___; So, MoFo, get online&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; RIGHT THIS INSTANT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so we can play! Please please please! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-4270742590859759675?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4270742590859759675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4270742590859759675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/04/holy-mother-fucking-shit-fuck-batman.html' title='Holy Mother Fucking Shit Fuck, Batman.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-1722201724095025448</id><published>2010-04-18T10:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T10:51:07.254-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It's been so many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resenting&lt;/em&gt; the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have&lt;em&gt; hated and loved&lt;/em&gt; this,&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;em&gt;hidden behind this&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;But I finally&lt;em&gt; see&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, I've &lt;em&gt;mistaken&lt;/em&gt; for destiny,&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is my legacy is not a clear scene.&lt;br /&gt;True, the &lt;em&gt;imprint is deep in me&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;But it will &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;be up to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up to me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;at last&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-1722201724095025448?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1722201724095025448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1722201724095025448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/04/years.html' title=''/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-335439030500052624</id><published>2010-04-17T21:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:39:12.555-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothing'/><title type='text'>I Need...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Badly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost summer time and if I don't get some summer shopping done I will &lt;em&gt;surely die&lt;/em&gt;. I'm so sensitive to the heat and yet all my life I've constantly decided that to change my winter wardrobe to summer, &lt;strong&gt;I just didn't wear a winter jacket&lt;/strong&gt;, LOL. Fail, I know. My wardrobe needs a serious revamp. I do love my simple jeans and tshirt ways, but it's time for a change. The girl in me needs some &lt;em&gt;summer dresses, shorts and flip flops&lt;/em&gt;. Another summer in jeans will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day today (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I had to work, goddamnit&lt;/span&gt;), about +20 or so with blue skies and a soft breeze.. and although that's a rather nice, comfortable temperature.. I was &lt;strong&gt;overheating like a bitch all&lt;/strong&gt; day. Mother Nature needs to stop &lt;em&gt;throwing snow at me&lt;/em&gt; one day and then &lt;em&gt;trying to fry&lt;/em&gt; me the next. She's such a cunt, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also really looking forwards to getting contacts so I can get sunglasses. XD Transition lenses suck balls and my poor, already awful eyes need protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the most interesting things I have to say right now. &lt;em&gt;I need a life&lt;/em&gt;. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-335439030500052624?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/335439030500052624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/335439030500052624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need.html' title='I Need...'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-6950460446429653894</id><published>2010-04-17T12:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:51:54.697-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shenanigans'/><title type='text'>Epic. Fail.</title><content type='html'>I am totally &lt;em&gt;confused &lt;/em&gt;at how Jared and I managed to get &lt;strong&gt;abandoned and locked in&lt;/strong&gt; at work last night. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What the hell&lt;/span&gt;. That is all. XD I have work in an hour so let's hope something else retarded&lt;em&gt; doesn't&lt;/em&gt; happen. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-6950460446429653894?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6950460446429653894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6950460446429653894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/04/epic-fail.html' title='Epic. Fail.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-4694143367590707053</id><published>2010-04-16T01:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T01:17:43.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>This is going to sound &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;egotistical&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I wear I don't mean it to. I &lt;em&gt;swears&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that in every one's life there's going to be that one life altering heartbreak. Maybe the &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; heartbreak, maybe just the&lt;em&gt; worst&lt;/em&gt;.. there's always one that &lt;strong&gt;sticks&lt;/strong&gt; with a person, or &lt;strong&gt;changes &lt;/strong&gt;them. I'm 19 and I've apparently been that heartbreak to&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; people. And really, &lt;em&gt;I hate it&lt;/em&gt;. I hate being&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; girl who is apparently causing such "&lt;em&gt;terrible, horrible, life altering devastation"&lt;/em&gt;. I don't&lt;em&gt; mean&lt;/em&gt; to cause that kind of hurt to anyone. Yes, yes, I realize how totally stupid this sounds, but bear with me. XD I just don't like being the center of things like that. It's happened with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relationships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it's happened with people &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't even have a relationship with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a little insane. Maybe the people I know are just&lt;em&gt; incredibly&lt;/em&gt; dramatic. It's happened again quite recently and I'm baffled at how much it's effecting this person. As if all of the sudden life just isn't the same anymore for him. XD And I know I &lt;em&gt;shouldn't&lt;/em&gt; even chuckle, but it boggles my mind. It &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somewhat&lt;/span&gt; humors me, but moreso&lt;strong&gt; bothers&lt;/strong&gt; me. I don't like that this happens and I especially&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; how they get all "&lt;em&gt;woe is me&lt;/em&gt;" and make me feel like I'm some trecherous villain. I'm not perfect, but give me a freekin break. I just.. &lt;strong&gt;I don't get it.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm only a single person and I can't understand how I can leave such a mark on a person. In some cases it's ended well and I'm even really good friends with one of them still, but others.. gah. Once case, said doom and gloom happened almost four years ago and he's still somehow hung up on me. And it as if he can only love me or hate me. So he's either, "&lt;em&gt;Oh Shayla, oh Shayla. You are fantastic yaaaaay&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;YOU HURT ME FOREVER AND I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;wish&lt;/strong&gt; that was a dramatic version of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, people. Maybe it doesn't really make sense but I had to vent that. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-4694143367590707053?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4694143367590707053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4694143367590707053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/04/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-7805752672347902085</id><published>2010-04-12T00:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:41:16.947-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><title type='text'>Fear.</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid of &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of a&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chicken&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Almost all of it is really silly things like &lt;em&gt;dolls, clowns and the dark&lt;/em&gt;.. pretty common phobias. I'm here to talk out one of my more &lt;strong&gt;severe&lt;/strong&gt; fears. When I say severe I mean it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;terrifies&lt;/span&gt; me. It's not a tangible thing, either. I'm scared to death of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;abandonment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember, I've been worried that the people I care for would, for &lt;em&gt;some reason or another&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; leave me&lt;/strong&gt;. No idea where that started. I have a feeling it stems from my own opinions of &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt;. No, I don't hate myself or anything. I just know I'm not always the easiest person to deal with. I'm totally bi-polar, and if I'm not &lt;strong&gt;retardedly happy&lt;/strong&gt; then I'm either &lt;strong&gt;over the top angry&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;sad&lt;/strong&gt;. Sometimes even I step back and shake my head at myself. I can't help the way I act at times and I wonder if it's going to&lt;em&gt; push people away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part of that fear is &lt;strong&gt;unrequited or unequaled feelings&lt;/strong&gt;. I find that my relationships with people are things that I put most, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if not all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, of my heart into. I love my friends beyond words, and when I care for people,&lt;em&gt; I care deeply&lt;/em&gt;. I doesn't matter how often they irritate me, how different they are from me, how far or how close, I'm gonna care a lot and I'm not afraid to show it. I worry a lot that maybe some people don't care as much as I do, or that I might be putting so much into a person who may just not give a damn. I know it's&lt;em&gt; irrational&lt;/em&gt; most of the time but it's something that &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; gets to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had to deal with&lt;strong&gt; both&lt;/strong&gt; and neither are fun, obviously. I can tell you, at least from my experience, dealing with someone I love leaving me was one of the&lt;em&gt; hardest things to deal with&lt;/em&gt;. Some people have passed away, some people just left without a word. Both are, oddly enough, equally traumatic to me. I know I like to think I'm so strong, but this last while has proven to me that I'm &lt;em&gt;very fragile&lt;/em&gt;. I'm a &lt;strong&gt;dependant creature of habit&lt;/strong&gt;. When I have a person in my life, it kinda &lt;em&gt;confuses and irks me&lt;/em&gt; when they become &lt;strong&gt;distant&lt;/strong&gt;. I totally understand that everyone deals and works in&lt;em&gt; different&lt;/em&gt; ways. Some people can &lt;strong&gt;disconnect &lt;/strong&gt;and I know for a fact that I &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt;. There's people in my life that I talk to each and everyday. An example is my friend Daniel. We text back and forth pretty much from when we wake up to when we go to sleep. We hang out probably 3 or 4 times out of a week. Sometimes we get into fights and decide to just not talk to eachother. &lt;em&gt;Give me a day before I break&lt;/em&gt;. Ending communcation just doesn't work for me. If I have the ability to reach someone I care about, I will. My &lt;strong&gt;anxiety&lt;/strong&gt; gets to me often and I get a little (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, more than a little&lt;/span&gt;) worried when I don't hear from people I usually do. Eventually the worry manifests into this idea that &lt;strong&gt;they might not come back&lt;/strong&gt; and then I get a little spazzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know.&lt;em&gt; I got issues.&lt;/em&gt; I do realize that it's all so &lt;em&gt;kooky&lt;/em&gt;, but it's a personality quirk I don't think I can make go away. Being the way I am makes me chuckle when people worry about losing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It takes &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; to push me away. When I &lt;em&gt;care&lt;/em&gt; about people, when I&lt;em&gt; love&lt;/em&gt; people, I'm probably the hardest person to drive away. I'm there for those people through the&lt;strong&gt; good and the bad&lt;/strong&gt; because &lt;em&gt;I'd want them to be there for me&lt;/em&gt;, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I'm not going anywhere.&lt;em&gt; Are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-7805752672347902085?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7805752672347902085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7805752672347902085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/04/fear.html' title='Fear.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-704222665087422499</id><published>2010-04-11T22:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:50:15.176-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>-Head Shaking Goes Here-</title><content type='html'>I really haven't&lt;em&gt; anything&lt;/em&gt; interesting to say, so I have a quote that made me shake my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Don't make a girl fall in love with you if you're not ready to catch her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is seriously the most retarded thing I've heard all day. That's pretty stupid because I worked today and I work&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; retail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ;D I don't think anybody &lt;strong&gt;MAKES&lt;/strong&gt; anybody fall in love with them, or vice-versa. It's like pointing a finger and making yourself a poor victim just because someone doesn't return your feelings.&lt;em&gt; Grow up&lt;/em&gt;. Sheesh. Just because&lt;strong&gt; you&lt;/strong&gt; may love someone it doesn't mean you're entitled to&lt;strong&gt; them&lt;/strong&gt; loving you back. Shit happens, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-704222665087422499?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/704222665087422499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/704222665087422499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/04/head-shaking-goes-here.html' title='-Head Shaking Goes Here-'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-2218891885212155609</id><published>2010-04-10T11:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T11:10:45.511-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Holy Shit, She Lives.</title><content type='html'>Yep. Despite what you may have heard, &lt;strong&gt;I am still alive&lt;/strong&gt;. It's been a very rough last couple of months but fuck that depressing shit. I think I could write a small novella on the drama and woe I've experienced since November, but I'm only gonna vent it in&lt;em&gt; point form&lt;/em&gt; and move on. &lt;em&gt;Very ill. Constant hospital stays. Cousin murdered. Leave off of work due to illness. No money. Grandma passed away. More sickness. Depression. Anti-depressants. More hospital. Uncle passed away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've learned that life &lt;strong&gt;does go on&lt;/strong&gt; even when sometimes you wish it wouldn't. I've hurt more than I ever thought I could, but I also found out that time does heal a lot of wounds. I'm so far from fixed, but I'm trying and I'm sure I'll get there. I pushed it all behind me and wondered why I was only feeling worse and worse.&lt;strong&gt; Then I had an epiphany&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Why carry on trying to hold yourself together when you can take a step back, and work on yourself, and try to fix what's been broken? That way you won't have to worry about holding it all together anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I am so &lt;em&gt;uplifting.&lt;/em&gt; Hopefully I can keep up with this blogging again. I'm really boring. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-2218891885212155609?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/2218891885212155609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/2218891885212155609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2010/04/holy-shit-she-lives.html' title='Holy Shit, She Lives.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-348018300723106711</id><published>2009-12-14T03:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:59:12.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/SyYZbbHNG7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/AW7KQtMLxqU/s1600-h/14561_370941815081_564595081_10210643_6695153_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415043560884738994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/SyYZbbHNG7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/AW7KQtMLxqU/s320/14561_370941815081_564595081_10210643_6695153_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm astounded at the hole you feel when you know someone's gone. Even though it's been an eternity since I saw you last, I know that I miss you. We all love you, and it's easy to see how many people will be changed by your departure. I've never been very religious, but I hope there's something better for you up there. Hopefully something out there that could ease the suffering you went through.. but I don't want to think of how you left, but who I remember you as. That goof who was one of my closest cousins when we were kids. It's been so long, and I've lost touch with so much of the family that it shocked me to the core to remember how much time all of us used to spend together. It almost feels like a bad joke, ya know? Jahron had invited me to come over for this coming Christmas and told me that no matter what, family was family.. and I had gotten to thinking and feeling guilty to how I pretty well left that side of the family in the dust. I decided that I needed to close the gap. And now you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Melvin Hansen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-348018300723106711?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/348018300723106711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/348018300723106711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/SyYZbbHNG7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/AW7KQtMLxqU/s72-c/14561_370941815081_564595081_10210643_6695153_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-5853780032596547307</id><published>2009-12-11T11:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:10:52.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Short Bloggage.</title><content type='html'>I would like you to know that last night was the &lt;strong&gt;funnest &lt;/strong&gt;night I had in awhile. I made it through a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; L4D game with you muahaha, I am proud of me. :) And it was really nice being able to sit back and&lt;strong&gt; talk with you&lt;/strong&gt; for awhile. It's been awhile and it felt like old times! And for a moment there&lt;em&gt;, I forgot how sick I was&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-5853780032596547307?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5853780032596547307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5853780032596547307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-short-bloggage.html' title='More Short Bloggage.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-8341690751087785770</id><published>2009-12-07T03:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:19:45.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miserable. I wish someone would just talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-8341690751087785770?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8341690751087785770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/8341690751087785770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/12/mn.html' title='Mn.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-753724622432720014</id><published>2009-12-06T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:48:46.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Does.</title><content type='html'>Now you &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt; know that&lt;strong&gt; I love you&lt;/strong&gt; to death. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-753724622432720014?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/753724622432720014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/753724622432720014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-does.html' title='I Does.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-6857065638154353155</id><published>2009-12-05T02:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:52:12.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>I just can't do this anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-6857065638154353155?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6857065638154353155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6857065638154353155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/12/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-9145828522961480502</id><published>2009-12-04T03:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T03:26:34.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>x__x</title><content type='html'>I don't want to be dying anymore. I miss being able to have fun and play games and.. go outside. I can't go a day without feeling so so so ill, or without going through intense pain. Failll..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-9145828522961480502?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/9145828522961480502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/9145828522961480502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/12/xx.html' title='x__x'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-3936724859073874554</id><published>2009-11-29T03:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T04:04:56.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><title type='text'>/sigh</title><content type='html'>H1N1 / Severe chest pains / Hospital via ambulance x2 / Major decline in health / Behind in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of blogging for a reason.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- We're beginning to feel like strangers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-3936724859073874554?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3936724859073874554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3936724859073874554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/11/sigh.html' title='/sigh'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-4819594735693059015</id><published>2009-11-05T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:29:21.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me aware.</title><content type='html'>Of being alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-4819594735693059015?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4819594735693059015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4819594735693059015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-me-aware.html' title='Make me aware.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-2374267597243684755</id><published>2009-11-03T23:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:42:15.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shenanigans'/><title type='text'>Less Whining, More Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s610.photobucket.com/albums/tt187/SweetlyVague/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11531_180763427840_514742840_275621.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt187/SweetlyVague/11531_180763427840_514742840_275621.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s610.photobucket.com/albums/tt187/SweetlyVague/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11531_180763422840_514742840_275621.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt187/SweetlyVague/11531_180763422840_514742840_275621.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s610.photobucket.com/albums/tt187/SweetlyVague/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11531_180763372840_514742840_275620.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt187/SweetlyVague/11531_180763372840_514742840_275620.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s610.photobucket.com/albums/tt187/SweetlyVague/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11531_180763367840_514742840_275620.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt187/SweetlyVague/11531_180763367840_514742840_275620.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s610.photobucket.com/albums/tt187/SweetlyVague/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11531_180763352840_514742840_275620.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt187/SweetlyVague/11531_180763352840_514742840_275620.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Halloween was good. The end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-2374267597243684755?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/2374267597243684755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/2374267597243684755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/11/less-whining-more-pictures.html' title='Less Whining, More Pictures.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-1459596885731257107</id><published>2009-11-03T11:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:15:28.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not happy these days. What more can I even bother to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-1459596885731257107?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1459596885731257107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1459596885731257107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/11/simply.html' title='Simply.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-4030101491853394006</id><published>2009-10-30T20:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:25:59.895-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>In Truth.</title><content type='html'>Everything is more&lt;em&gt; complicated&lt;/em&gt; than you think. You only see &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a tenth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of what is true. There are a &lt;em&gt;million little strings&lt;/em&gt; attached to every choice you make and you can &lt;strong&gt;destroy your life&lt;/strong&gt; every time you choose. &lt;em&gt;But maybe you won't know for twenty years&lt;/em&gt;. You may&lt;strong&gt; never&lt;/strong&gt; ever trace it to its source. And you only get &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to play it out. Just try and figure exactly you got to where you are. They say there is no fate, but there is: it's what &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though the world goes on for &lt;em&gt;eons and eons&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are only here for a&lt;strong&gt; fraction of a &lt;em&gt;fraction&lt;/em&gt; of a second&lt;/strong&gt;. Most of your time is spent being &lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;not yet born&lt;/em&gt;. But while alive, you &lt;em&gt;wait in vain&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;wasting years&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right&lt;/strong&gt;. And it &lt;em&gt;never comes&lt;/em&gt; or it &lt;em&gt;seems to but it doesn't really&lt;/em&gt;. And so you spend your time in vague &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt; or vaguer &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt; that something good will come along. Something to make you feel&lt;strong&gt; connected&lt;/strong&gt;, something to make you feel&lt;strong&gt; whole&lt;/strong&gt;, something to make you feel &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth behind it all is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel so angry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and the truth is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel so fucking sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and the truth is&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I've felt so fucking hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;em&gt;so fucking long&lt;/em&gt; and for just as long I've been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just for, ..&lt;em&gt;I don't know why&lt;/em&gt;, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because&lt;strong&gt; they all&lt;/strong&gt; have their own. Well, fuck it. &lt;em&gt;Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-4030101491853394006?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4030101491853394006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/4030101491853394006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-truth.html' title='In Truth.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-6936831447235998933</id><published>2009-10-29T22:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:37:31.439-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>Wooow. Ultra Fail.</title><content type='html'>Doctor's reports are in and guess who has &lt;strong&gt;H1N1&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I rock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I WISH I meant I didn't really have H1N1. God hates me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-6936831447235998933?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6936831447235998933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/6936831447235998933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/10/wooow-ultra-fail.html' title='Wooow. Ultra Fail.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-3885429711091616894</id><published>2009-10-29T00:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:40:37.984-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>I'm Still Alive. Well. Kinda.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been keeping me busy. Oh, and I'm sick.. again. :/ It's been a brutal four days. And I can't even bring myself to miss any school. x___x It's going to kill me. Monday was the worst of them so far. My head was on freekin' fire, but the rest of my body wsa ice cold. I was shaking and chattering in class.. but I can't miss classes. D: They don't accept any late assignments under any circumstances and I love my GPA.. Man, I am a wreck. But anywho. After feeling so cold, I guess my entire body decided to catch on fire so I spent much of my evening all half sleeping and delirious in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day I woke up with the temperature of a dead person. I wasn't feverish, just creepy cold and clammy. Dad was scared of me. I was a little scared of me. : P I felt less miserable and sickly.. just.. dead. Which can't be much better, but I liked not FEELING cold. No shaking and shivering. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today. Well. Now I have this fucking cough that I hate so much. It's one of those dry, loud, painful as fuck coughs that I seem to be graced with frequently. I'm feeling less shitty than I did this morning, but still pretty shitty overall. This morning I just felt.. heck, not a lot. I woke up and I was kind of a shell of myself I just trudged around and did my usual morning routine, but Dad said it was very eerie. He walked passed the bathroom was I was straightning my hair, and everything I did was really slow and I was just kinda staring blankly ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, aside from dying a little.. I guess I'm okay? I'm not sure. I'm feeling really lonely again these days. I have the company of my new friends from school but it doesn't come close to filling the gap that's left from the people I love and adore whom I rarely see anymore. :/I knew things would change.. but I didn't think it would end up like this. Everyone has their own life and I understand that, it just brings me down a little. I have so little time to spare for things these days, and even when I got the time, I sometimes wonder where everyone is. :/ And it does sting a little when I see friends setting aside time for other people, but not for me. Selfish? A little. I know. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I love em' and they know it and when we got time, we got time. It's just a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-3885429711091616894?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3885429711091616894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3885429711091616894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-still-alive-well-kinda.html' title='I&apos;m Still Alive. Well. Kinda.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-7301372090024168703</id><published>2009-10-21T08:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:48:06.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Flying Hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I might be loosin' my marbles. I've been feeling really uneasy the last few days and honesty can't sleep without my bedside lamp on. I get really freaked out. Sad, I know. I've been seriously on edge this last bit and it's almost unhealthy. Even waking up in the morning, I feel the need to open my blinds fully to get as much light as possible. Having my room even dim makes me feel freaked out. I even get ready for the day and for bed with the bathroom door closed now. I get this uneasy feeling with the door open behind me. See? Crazy. And this morning was just fucked up. I woke up a couple hours early because I heard the sound of something tumbling down the stairs. Not like stumbling, but I heard full on crash bang boom thud thud etc. I thought my Grandma had fallen or something, so I ran out of my room only to find the hallway still rather dark, Daisy sleeping at Dad's door and certainly nobody at the bottom of the stairs. So I edged back into my room and tried to go back to bed. After that fail, I started to get ready for school at my normal time. Dad and Grandma were both downstairs and I was turning on my curling iron and digging around the bathroom for some of my makeup. Suddenly I hear all this talking from behind me. I turn to look over my shoulder and Dad's TV is on. I can see the light from his room from the TV and I can hear some talk show or whatever. I was a little too creeped out to go over there, but then it turned off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Good times. T__T I'm scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-7301372090024168703?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7301372090024168703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/7301372090024168703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-flying-hell.html' title='What The Flying Hell.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-3918793425900619740</id><published>2009-10-20T03:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T03:57:12.093-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>Just plain&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; blah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Awesome amounts of disappointment for my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-3918793425900619740?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3918793425900619740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/3918793425900619740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/10/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-2849928696485966680</id><published>2009-10-20T02:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T03:03:39.592-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>I already miss how everything &lt;em&gt;used to be&lt;/em&gt;. Don't get me wrong, I'm content with life as is.. &lt;strong&gt;er&lt;/strong&gt;, pretty content.. but so many things are starting to change and feel different. I miss what it all used to be. I feel &lt;em&gt;jipped&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-2849928696485966680?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/2849928696485966680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/2849928696485966680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-500793068285173984</id><published>2009-10-19T02:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T02:40:40.908-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>The Only Exception.</title><content type='html'>"Maybe I know somewhere &lt;em&gt;deep in my soul&lt;/em&gt; that love &lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;lasts, and that we've got to find other ways to make it&lt;em&gt; alone&lt;/em&gt;. To keep a straight face. And I've always&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; lived&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like this, keeping a &lt;em&gt;comfortable distance&lt;/em&gt;.. And up until now I had &lt;em&gt;sworn&lt;/em&gt; to myself that&lt;strong&gt; I'm content with loneliness&lt;/strong&gt;. None of it was&lt;em&gt; ever&lt;/em&gt; worth the risk.. Well, &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are the only exception."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-500793068285173984?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/500793068285173984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/500793068285173984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-exception.html' title='The Only Exception.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-5072864045717460653</id><published>2009-10-19T02:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T02:31:18.554-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>I have &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; feeling that&lt;em&gt; times are-a-changin'&lt;/em&gt; again. &lt;strong&gt;I don't like that feeling&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-5072864045717460653?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5072864045717460653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5072864045717460653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-5330852683788584705</id><published>2009-10-17T03:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T03:33:28.649-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Paranormal Activity..</title><content type='html'>Pretty much nearly made me&lt;em&gt; pee my pants&lt;/em&gt;. Just so you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-5330852683788584705?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5330852683788584705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/5330852683788584705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/10/paranormal-activity.html' title='Paranormal Activity..'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870154618902549819.post-1711710125488730470</id><published>2009-10-16T09:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:18:40.483-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>If I Never Come Online Again.</title><content type='html'>I may, or may not have killed myself because of my mid-term today. :P Design History I mid-term.. worth 35% of my mark. Am I scared? Uhhh, yeaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, because I think I'll need it. O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870154618902549819-1711710125488730470?l=so-decoded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1711710125488730470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870154618902549819/posts/default/1711710125488730470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-decoded.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-never-come-online-again.html' title='If I Never Come Online Again.'/><author><name>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayla-Rae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17589291577621364203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6lwCPyo0ws/S_5WSmAvdqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gcrvFVQI2d0/S220/012-1.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
